They fell into an even rhythm, the motions of their bodies moving together and letting the pleasure speak for themselves. He sank into the feelings otherwise denied, chasing down his own pleasure as well as her own, savouring the way that her body moved under his own. They were both more eager here than even in their practice spars, and he wouldn't trade this single moment for the world, even if all of his other memories might be taken. Let him have this.
Skin sliding over skin, breath over skin and the warmth of her body around his own, and he was lost long before he could ever be found. This pleasure jogged a certain memory but it had never been like this. He suspected he knew mentally where this was going, but that didn't hinder the surprise wash of pleasure as she clamped on his erection as he drove it into her and found his own edge as he joined her in orgasm. He rocked against her, emptying himself deep inside of her, claiming her as his own as she was doing the same to him. His mate.
He rode it out with her, moving in the clamp of her thighs before the intensity of the pleasure ebbed away and he was left with a warm post-coital bliss that allowed him to lay down over her. He drew his legs up a bit towards her hips and remained deeply seated in her on instinct, slowly lowering his face to nuzzle her and kiss her. He was panting, his skin hypersensitive to touch and the thin layer of sweat across his back, but he calmed slowly and raised a hand to stroke his fingers across her forehead to pull aside from stray hairs.
"Natalia..." he murmured softly. "Whatever else they may take, that isn't something they can anymore."
It seemed ages before she could open her eyes again, take a deep breath. Her body felt all pins and needles, tingling in the most delightful way, even with the heavy warm weight currently resting atop her. Natalia shivered, purring low in her throat and instinctively nuzzling into that pleasantly thick weight, wanting to burrow close and sleep for the entire winter. She knew she could be content, resting safe and warm with her mate, secure in his strong arms and covered by his shaggy mane.
Dimly, she heard his voice, and she nuzzled back in response, nosing at the gland in his own neck, hidden by tousled dark hair. She set her teeth against it but didn't bite; even as he knew, to leave visible marks was unwise. "...you are mine," she whispered dreamily, sinuously rubbing her sweat-dewy body against his. She was covered in his scent, it soothing in her nose. She felt his lips brushing against her skin, every touch seemed to leave small pricks of light and warmth.
"I am yours," she murmured against his mouth, kissing him softly over and over. As if she couldn't get enough of him. "We belong to each other, not to them." Her fingers drifted up and down his back, nails following the defined lines of muscle beneath weathered skin. She wiggled her hips slightly, a thrilling tendril of pleasure skittering up her spine with him still buried inside her. "...mmmm...you feel so good, my Soldier..."
The nuzzling was quite the treat for him, and he allowed her free access to doing so on his face and neck, even tipping his head to the side in order to accommodate her. He was pleased with the feel of her silky skin on his own, and he nudged at her during the nuzzling to encourage it. This warm feeling was chasing away the cold of the Siberian winter beyond the cave, and he wouldn't know it as a bond until much later when he was continually aware of aspects of her even when they were apart.
Her words sent a shiver down his spine and he lowered more of his weight heavy and protective over her, as if trying in some way to protect the statements. They were true, but he couldn't be certain how long they would last. However, he had to wonder how long it had been since he had something to protect, some fleeting whisper of hope that was too fragile to survive an assault. With her scent all over his skin and filling his nose and mind, that hope for a long-lasting relationship with his mate lodged and nestled.
"Yes," he agreed softly, choosing to nuzzle her back now. His mismatched hands dropped to stroke up and down her sides, thumbs playing in the space between each rib as he went. Savouring her, memorizing her. "Just wait, little spider, there is so much more to enjoy tonight."
She couldn't stop touching him. Even as his hands roamed over her, Natalia returned the caresses with equal fascination, fingertips ghosting inquisitively over his shoulders, down his back, back up his ribcage, smoothing tenderly over his arms, not in the slightest affronted that one limb was far cooler than the other. She wanted his attention, his touch, his affection, and she wiggled and sighed in pure delight when he gave her all three, melting into his arms and beneath his warm, comforting weight.
Nuzzles became soft little kisses, gentle presses of her lips to his cheek, his jaw, and finally his lips, relishing his sweet taste on the tip of her tongue. Her fingers carded through his shaggy hair, feeling the dark strands cool against her palm. Then she cupped the back of his neck, holding him so that she might kiss him more thoroughly, licking her way into his mouth and giving a soft, sweet moan to taste him fully.
Breath parted them and she held him close, his words pouring over her and prompting a delightful shiver of anticipation. "Da?" Natalia nuzzled her Soldier's nose with hers, a little playful, a little teasing, and hitched a smooth bare leg across his hip once again, pressing her breasts against his firm chest. "Will you show me, then?"
His hands were not stationary either, roaming over her and memorizing every inch of skin, the gentle curves of her body, the rise and fall of muscle, bone and sinew. Even their hands brushed against one another in passing, and he could only hum in appreciation to that as well. He wanted to take her hands in his own, fascinated by them. Her fingers were slender, strong, and as engaging as her paws would be should he have an opportunity to explore them as well. She could be gentle with those fingers or violent; their capacity for any situation was endless, but the look and feel of them was continually attractive to him.
He hummed and issued low playful growls with her nuzzling and kissing, falling into the motion by nudging at her and then nipping. His arms eventually curled around her body, holding her close as he mouthed along her jawline, eyes half closed in pleasure. He nodded at her request, slowly easing them both onto their sides and then he finished the roll to settle on his back, allowing her top spot.
"As many times as you like," he murmured even as he reached for a nearby fur to drape over them both, to preserve the closeness and warmth. He also wanted to keep their mingling scents concentrated for their own enjoyment, preserving the mood. "Like I said, we have all night, until I approach the door and when I do, you'll be by my side."
Their shifting separated them, and Natalia gave a soft pout to feel him slip away, but her nethers still tingled in the most wonderful way, and he kept her close even as she slipped atop his big body once more. She nipped, nuzzled, licked, and lapped in return, eagerly soaking up his offered affection. Perched again on his chest, Natalia let her fingers wander, greedily smoothing over his skin as she lowered her head to kiss him again, soft little caresses around his murmured words.
She cuddled in his arms and beneath the furs, their mingled scents tantalizing in her nose, and she licked at his lips, teasing his mouth with the tip of her tongue. "...mmmm...all night," she murmured back, a wicked little glint shining in her eye. His soft growls stirred her loins yet again, and she wiggled sinuously beneath his hands, the cool metal delicious against her heated skin.
"I want to taste you," she purred softly, lowering her head to run her nose, then her lips, over the ridge of his collar, scarlet curls scattering across his skin as she licked her way across his body. "You are my handsome mate," she whispered against his skin, curiously fondling a dark nipple with the tip of her tongue. "...and I would explore you, da?" She glinted up at him, a smirk curving her lips.
While he was patient and calm under her weight, she was all wiggling and wriggling, smoothing her skin over his own, eagerly exploring at him. She was like a puppy who had been allowed to run free and break all the rules without a risk of consequence. He rumbled under her, having the impression that she would be a mate that he would have to definitely contend with, and she was also unlikely to settle at all in the limited time that they had with each other. He rumbled at her antics, licking and nipping at her in return but with far less energy.
He was far more willing to let her squirm about as he tugged the furs around them, arranging them as a protective and calm mate. He had claimed her once, and he would claim her more than that in due time, but this was as close to freedom she would have for awhile. He had no issue with letting her have her fun, and their mingling scents simply served the calm him further, assured in his place in her life. Even if she had sex with others, he would always be her mate.
He shivered at the caress of her red hair across his chest, reaching out to pick up one with his fingers, running this thumb over the silky locks. He let out a surprised noise when her lips curled around his nipple, pleasure sparking from the point of contact and stirring his interest once again. "Naughty creature," he murmured, amusement colouring his tone. "I'm yours to explore. But be careful... this might turn into another wrestling match."
As if to prove that pointed, he lifted a leg and locked it around her waist, holding her down as he hitched his hips up against her. Oh he'd fight her, wrestle around, taste and tease her. He might be calmer but he was still very much willing to engage.
She'd had to remain stoic and unassuming all of her life. Expressions were weakness, handles an enemy could use to compromise an asset. Remain a mirror, smooth and passive. Show no outward sign of emotion. Be the porcelain doll, then strike when your target is unwary. She'd been drilled in this and other ways of neutralization, made into a perfect killer with calm, soft eyes and a gentle smile. And she was intelligent enough to play their game, and play it well, always keeping her true self hidden; that fire that burned within carefully stoke, just enough to smolder, to pass their expectations.
But here...she could be soft, and playful, and teasing, letting the real Natalya come from beneath that silvered exterior to nuzzle and cuddle with her bonded mate, such a new experience, that. She nuzzled and kissed her way across his large body, tasting his skin on her tongue and worshiping him with soft touches and warm caresses. She wanted him, wanted him more than anything, and she told him so without words, spoke in her gestured and her soft, heated affection.
Hearing his responses made her giggle, and she glanced up from her feasting to wrinkle her nose at him, playfully. "I think I can take you," she challenged lightly, squeaking with delight when he bucked up against her. She pressed fingernails into his flesh, hooking her claws, and gave his abdomen a light nip with gentle teeth. "You enjoy my naughtiness," she informed him primly, nipping again, this time beneath his navel, treating the soft skin to a rough touch. "Just as I enjoy your roughness," she added huskily.
Natalia slowly crawled back up to meet his mouth with hers, kissing him deeply, thoroughly. She settled her hips over his, moaning softly as she rubbed slick folds against his growing hardness. "...take me again," she invited, pressing her breasts to his scarred chest, nipples tight and hard. "And again, and again..."
His own personality was deeply suppressed, and he was cold, distant and unengaging. He could and would order those placed under his command, but he was never to show mercy for failure. The mission was his everything and the questions regarding politics and families and usefulness were not his to ask. He was the quiet knife in the dark carving out the next era of the USSR, putting into motion whatever plan was needed and removing obstacles whatever they may be. He was to ask only for clarification or to point out when something was overlooked that may jeopardize the mission. Otherwise, he was to train the recruits, sniff out their strength and break the weak ones.
With her, he could be a wolf. He could be all maleness and rough and tumble and instinctual. He could live in the moment, enjoy the feel of her body against his own and the relative freedom of choice. She was his mate, chosen and won rather than besting her and killing her; he had known for some time that she would excel in the new position, no matter what it would cost her (and it would cost her). He could savour their closeness, allow his eyes to close and his body to stretch out knowing that any bite from her would be in play rather than fatal.
He growled playfully as her nails dug into his flesh, raising goosebumps along his chest and arms in response, and he shifted his legs to allow them to fall open a little further as he wriggled on the furs under his back. "You look plenty fine with bruises colouring your flesh, and so do I." He might be rough with her, but he wanted her to feel safe enough to be rough with him in return. It wasn't just that he was older, bigger and more aggressive of a wolf; he gave nothing that he wasn't willing to receive in return.
His hips rocked up against her as she returned to his lap, sliding himself between the folds of her sex, coating his new erection with her slick. His hands stroked up her smooth back, gripping her shoulders as he nipped at the corner of her mouth. "As you command, my mate." He teased them both with a few more hitches of his hips dragging himself across her sex before he drew back enough to find the appropriate position so that he could press himself back into her tight slick heat, filling her with a single thrust. While it wasn't primary on his mind or one of his goals here, it was a shame that they would have no pups. Soon enough, they would take that from her, but he imagined they would have been very handsome creatures. Repopulation was not in their future. They had the here and the now to be just mates.
She'd never wanted any other. They'd labeled her Omega and left her to writhe and suffer during her heats, stating that suppressants would dull her response times and render her far too slow; they wanted her to have that dangerous edge, that razor-sharp pain to make her deadlier than she was ever supposed to have been. And her heats had sometimes been unbearable. Left alone in her cell, tossing and turning atop her small cot, sheets soaked in sweat, she'd screamed and cried for fulfillment, something to ease the burning ache beneath her skin, that desperate urge for an Alpha's knot. Nothing had ever come, but through all of them, through all of the blistering pain and the seemingly never-ending suffering, she'd seen his eyes, cold and hard though they had ever been, but instinctively she knew - she knew - that she was his and he was hers and they were connected at a primal level that none of their handlers could never even fathom.
And now here she was, secure and safe in his arms, moaning into his kisses and hitching around in his lap with the aim of sliding him inside her willing, heated body once more, filling her with his essence and staking his claim one more time. Her fingernails dug into his chest and her head fell back when he pushed back into her, a low animal moan escaping her slack mouth, followed by a needy, desperate whine just after. Natalia rolled her hips over his, lashes fluttering to feel him again buried so deep, sharper at this angle but no less tantalizing. The furs slid down her back as they moved together, leaving her pale and gleaming for his sensitive eyes, and she didn't even feel the chill in the air, so thick was the heat between them.
She wanted his roughness, his damnable teasing and his playfulness; she wanted all of him. He was hers; just as she'd never mate another, she knew in her bones that he would not take another this way. They were burned into each other's very souls, one from two. Natalia knew she couldn't remain; dawn would come and they'd take her away again, and she had no way to know when or even if she'd ever see him again, although the determination steeled within her assured that she would, and that someday, they would be together and free, shackled no longer.
Curving slender hands over his shoulders, she urged him up against her, wanting to feel him pressed against every single inch of her heated skin. He was so beautiful in her eyes; sharp angles and dark coloring, but he glowed like a flame in her gaze, and she needed to kiss him again, as far too much time had passed without his lips on hers.
She was a sensual creature, the way that she moved and the way that she exposed herself to him. It was amazing that they had bridged the level of trust already with a single mating, but he trusted her implicitly and she clearly did the same with him. They were one and the same, two wolves finally taking something for themselves after so long denied anything but the essentials. So he feasted his gaze upon her, watching every motion of her body as they came together again, the way she breathed, the way she rolled her hips, how her blood red curls slipped forward over her shoulders in places to seem to tease at the top of her breasts when she sat up on him.
He reached out to push the fallen fur down and out of the way of her skin, mismatched palms stroking along her thighs then smoothed over the swell of her hips and upwards to trace between her abs until he could cup her breasts into his hands, thumbs caressing back and forth over her nipples. He liked to think it wasn't just the cold that perked them, that his touch had stimulated her, especially when he gave both a playful pinch.
He rose with her urging though, the pull of her hands even if he didn't relinquish his hold on her breasts. The angle of their hips changed in response, but he never stopped thrusting up inside of her, bouncing her in his lap, bottoming out into her slick heat that gripping him in the same needy way that he felt. He kissed her like they were going to war, determined to pillage her mouth and drink in all of her taste as his hands finally left off fondling her cleavage to curl around her back to hold her against his chest as they moved together.
This felt less frantic but no less passionate. If anything, now that they had a taste of each other, they were even more heated. His fingers curled into some of her hair, giving playful tugs as he created a rhythm between them that elevated her high on his erection before she had to drop down into his lap. Heat and sensation blinded all reason, and he was just a wolf with his new mate, ready and willing to bask in everything that was her.
Everywhere he touched seemed to leave lingering golden impressions of heat, such melting warmth that Natalia could only mewl and clutch him close, keeping him tight against her as they moved together. Up and down, in and out; he was slowly driving her completely out of her mind, and she felt her humanity gradually sliding away until all that would be left was pure and sensual instinct, the instinct of a bonded mate with her powerful lover.
And God, but that was all she ever wanted.
His mouth found hers again and she nearly sobbed with relief, parting her lips for his questing tongue and taking his rough kisses eagerly, wanting more and more and more, even as she rode him faster and harder, feeling his fingers tugging at her hair and urging her higher. Even as he had before, he filled her so completely, it was difficult to tell where one stopped and the other began.
Natalia shivered and moaned with each reckless rock of their bodies into the other, her small hands roving over what of him she could reach, wanting to touch him everywhere, but she kept her breasts firmly crushed to his scarred chest, feeling the echo of his heartbeat thundering right alongside of her own. He devoured her mouth and she clutched him tight, licking and lapping at his lips and his tongue even as she gasped, breathless, each time that she slammed back down atop him in their fervent coupling.
Then she was keening, clamping down on him hard as she fell over the edge of her climax and shuddered violently in his arms, mewling and crying against his hot mouth, calling for him to join her in that white-hot bliss, her entire body locking down over and around his. Thought evaporated; all she wanted was him. Now, and again, and again.
There was no hesitation in following her over the edge of bliss, not when they had been riding this new high for the time that they had. He was eager to please, eager to be hers, and mostly eager to be one with her for as long she would allow him to. The sounds she made only encouraged him, music to his ears, and he gave himself over to the pleasure one-hundred percent without even questioning it. An old wolf coming back to life or some such nonsense he wouldn't spare an actual thought towards.
So when she found her climax, he howled in pleasure as his hands shifted up her back to grasp onto her shoulders, holding her down as he drove himself as deep as he could inside of her as his knot swelled earnestly as he followed her. His back arched, pressing their their bellies together even as his hips offered little stuttering hiccups of motions upwards as he filled her with his seed again. All thought was wiped out, the white hot static of pleasure washing through him entirely.
Now that she couldn't easily escape - not that he considered her wanting to - his hands eased from her shoulders to stroke her back, blunt nails occasionally dragging down her smooth flesh. He leaned in to nudge his nose against her chin, humming a growling sound of pleasure at her as the intensity of orgasm slowly began to ebb away, which allowed him to use approximately ten-percent of his brain again. For now anyway.
Perhaps it was a mistake, her and him. How was he going to let her go about her life, all the missions, all the risks and not be apart of it? They would be separated, of course. Maybe a few fleeting glances in the hallways, maybe catching one another's scent in the training area, maybe even existing briefly in the same room as her but never coming into direct contact. They would survive it, of course, but... no, they would survive. He wouldn't change this for anything, even if this was one moment of bliss in a sea of violence, secrets and pain. She was his one bright spot. She was... his world narrowed in this cave.
Slowly, he leaned in so that he could press his lips to her cheek, kissing her sweetly. Like a boy showing his favourite dame how much he fancied her.
His howl of pleasure triggered her own, Natalia throwing back her head to give voice the maelstrom of pure pleasure still thundering through her, until finally she had to collapse in her Soldier's arms, limp and quite boneless, but her arms wound around his neck and she shivered in his lap, whining softly at the feel of him knotted and swollen still inside her. Heady bliss, that.
She lifted her head just as he leaned in to kiss her cheek, a soft, tender gesture that earned her true sweet smile, and Natalia purred and nuzzled him right back, more than content to be sated and replete in his strong arms. "...my Soldier," she murmured at his ear, gently stroking one languid hand through damp dark hair. "Mmmm, you are mine forever and always..."
Sweat gleamed on pale skin, her shivering was hardly from the cool chill of their private little world. She had no intention of pulling away from him any time soon; physicality prevented that for at least another half hour, but even then, Natalia thought she might simply snuggle down amid the furs and keep him close in her arms.
She nuzzled him, sharing sweet kisses and gentle touches, and eventually whispered against his tantalizing mouth, "...is it too soon to love you, I wonder...?"
His arms collected her up, pulling her against him where they could both have momentary safety with each other. He also couldn't help but enjoy the feel of her breasts and skin against his own, how her arms around his neck wouldn't allow him to escape from her either. Of course, the knot made plenty certain that they would bound together for a time, ensuring the warm wash of their bond and the deep satisfying sense of togetherness. He hadn't had that with anyone else that he could remember and even then, it felt like a hole that hadn't been filled previously. No, it was just her.
He hummed in agreement, pledging himself to her. There would be no other in his life in that way, that much he knew. HYDRA and the Red Room could take his memories, but there would be no one else that he would take as a mate ever again. The bond couldn't be broken with time and distance after all. No, he was in this for the long haul; he had been right to pursue her and overjoyed that she had accepted him.
One hand reached down to pull the furs over them again, tucking it against the back of her neck but also preserving the heat that was between them. The sweat would go cold, and at least with the fur, they were protected and it allowed an even larger illusion of privacy. His hips offered little hitches up to send little flares of pleasure through their connected sexes, and those earned little groans of pleasure from him.
Then his fingers rose and carded through her curly red hair, slipping his fingers through the tighter ringlets and enjoy the feel of them like that. "Likely yes... it might also be the heat talking, but I'll accept your declarations of love. It's as we both deserve... and I do love you. I have since the first moment I laid eyes on you."
Before, she'd always been cold, huddled in her small bare cell, shivering throughout the long winter nights. She'd learned to deal with the chill, but in the deep death of the season, she'd felt her teeth chatter and she'd longed for warmth, for something to envelop her and take her away from the farce that was her life.
Now, Natalia burrowed down with her bonded lover, safe, secure, and warm in his strong arms, quietly happy and content for quite possibly the first time. She snuggled into the furs and against his chest, draping her leg high over his hip and shifting as close as she could, their joined lower halves pressed tightly together. She still felt so full, replete and sated, and she kissed and licked at his jaw and throat as he stroked her damp hair.
Her teeth grazed his neck when she heard his response, and she wiggled sinuously against him, soft little sounds of sheer contentment and pleasure escaping whenever she moved her mouth over his skin. Her fingertips skated over his scarred back, memorizing the deep patterns of muscle and sinew. "...and we will be free," she whispered beneath his ear. "I'll not let them keep me from you forever, this I swear."
Her hips twitched, pulling a soft moan from her, and Natalia lifted her head to seek her mate's mouth, kissing him soundly as they lay together. "You are mine," she breathed fiercely. "Mine to have, mine to touch, mine to love."
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Skin sliding over skin, breath over skin and the warmth of her body around his own, and he was lost long before he could ever be found. This pleasure jogged a certain memory but it had never been like this. He suspected he knew mentally where this was going, but that didn't hinder the surprise wash of pleasure as she clamped on his erection as he drove it into her and found his own edge as he joined her in orgasm. He rocked against her, emptying himself deep inside of her, claiming her as his own as she was doing the same to him. His mate.
He rode it out with her, moving in the clamp of her thighs before the intensity of the pleasure ebbed away and he was left with a warm post-coital bliss that allowed him to lay down over her. He drew his legs up a bit towards her hips and remained deeply seated in her on instinct, slowly lowering his face to nuzzle her and kiss her. He was panting, his skin hypersensitive to touch and the thin layer of sweat across his back, but he calmed slowly and raised a hand to stroke his fingers across her forehead to pull aside from stray hairs.
"Natalia..." he murmured softly. "Whatever else they may take, that isn't something they can anymore."
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Dimly, she heard his voice, and she nuzzled back in response, nosing at the gland in his own neck, hidden by tousled dark hair. She set her teeth against it but didn't bite; even as he knew, to leave visible marks was unwise. "...you are mine," she whispered dreamily, sinuously rubbing her sweat-dewy body against his. She was covered in his scent, it soothing in her nose. She felt his lips brushing against her skin, every touch seemed to leave small pricks of light and warmth.
"I am yours," she murmured against his mouth, kissing him softly over and over. As if she couldn't get enough of him. "We belong to each other, not to them." Her fingers drifted up and down his back, nails following the defined lines of muscle beneath weathered skin. She wiggled her hips slightly, a thrilling tendril of pleasure skittering up her spine with him still buried inside her. "...mmmm...you feel so good, my Soldier..."
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Her words sent a shiver down his spine and he lowered more of his weight heavy and protective over her, as if trying in some way to protect the statements. They were true, but he couldn't be certain how long they would last. However, he had to wonder how long it had been since he had something to protect, some fleeting whisper of hope that was too fragile to survive an assault. With her scent all over his skin and filling his nose and mind, that hope for a long-lasting relationship with his mate lodged and nestled.
"Yes," he agreed softly, choosing to nuzzle her back now. His mismatched hands dropped to stroke up and down her sides, thumbs playing in the space between each rib as he went. Savouring her, memorizing her. "Just wait, little spider, there is so much more to enjoy tonight."
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Nuzzles became soft little kisses, gentle presses of her lips to his cheek, his jaw, and finally his lips, relishing his sweet taste on the tip of her tongue. Her fingers carded through his shaggy hair, feeling the dark strands cool against her palm. Then she cupped the back of his neck, holding him so that she might kiss him more thoroughly, licking her way into his mouth and giving a soft, sweet moan to taste him fully.
Breath parted them and she held him close, his words pouring over her and prompting a delightful shiver of anticipation. "Da?" Natalia nuzzled her Soldier's nose with hers, a little playful, a little teasing, and hitched a smooth bare leg across his hip once again, pressing her breasts against his firm chest. "Will you show me, then?"
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He hummed and issued low playful growls with her nuzzling and kissing, falling into the motion by nudging at her and then nipping. His arms eventually curled around her body, holding her close as he mouthed along her jawline, eyes half closed in pleasure. He nodded at her request, slowly easing them both onto their sides and then he finished the roll to settle on his back, allowing her top spot.
"As many times as you like," he murmured even as he reached for a nearby fur to drape over them both, to preserve the closeness and warmth. He also wanted to keep their mingling scents concentrated for their own enjoyment, preserving the mood. "Like I said, we have all night, until I approach the door and when I do, you'll be by my side."
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She cuddled in his arms and beneath the furs, their mingled scents tantalizing in her nose, and she licked at his lips, teasing his mouth with the tip of her tongue. "...mmmm...all night," she murmured back, a wicked little glint shining in her eye. His soft growls stirred her loins yet again, and she wiggled sinuously beneath his hands, the cool metal delicious against her heated skin.
"I want to taste you," she purred softly, lowering her head to run her nose, then her lips, over the ridge of his collar, scarlet curls scattering across his skin as she licked her way across his body. "You are my handsome mate," she whispered against his skin, curiously fondling a dark nipple with the tip of her tongue. "...and I would explore you, da?" She glinted up at him, a smirk curving her lips.
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He was far more willing to let her squirm about as he tugged the furs around them, arranging them as a protective and calm mate. He had claimed her once, and he would claim her more than that in due time, but this was as close to freedom she would have for awhile. He had no issue with letting her have her fun, and their mingling scents simply served the calm him further, assured in his place in her life. Even if she had sex with others, he would always be her mate.
He shivered at the caress of her red hair across his chest, reaching out to pick up one with his fingers, running this thumb over the silky locks. He let out a surprised noise when her lips curled around his nipple, pleasure sparking from the point of contact and stirring his interest once again. "Naughty creature," he murmured, amusement colouring his tone. "I'm yours to explore. But be careful... this might turn into another wrestling match."
As if to prove that pointed, he lifted a leg and locked it around her waist, holding her down as he hitched his hips up against her. Oh he'd fight her, wrestle around, taste and tease her. He might be calmer but he was still very much willing to engage.
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But here...she could be soft, and playful, and teasing, letting the real Natalya come from beneath that silvered exterior to nuzzle and cuddle with her bonded mate, such a new experience, that. She nuzzled and kissed her way across his large body, tasting his skin on her tongue and worshiping him with soft touches and warm caresses. She wanted him, wanted him more than anything, and she told him so without words, spoke in her gestured and her soft, heated affection.
Hearing his responses made her giggle, and she glanced up from her feasting to wrinkle her nose at him, playfully. "I think I can take you," she challenged lightly, squeaking with delight when he bucked up against her. She pressed fingernails into his flesh, hooking her claws, and gave his abdomen a light nip with gentle teeth. "You enjoy my naughtiness," she informed him primly, nipping again, this time beneath his navel, treating the soft skin to a rough touch. "Just as I enjoy your roughness," she added huskily.
Natalia slowly crawled back up to meet his mouth with hers, kissing him deeply, thoroughly. She settled her hips over his, moaning softly as she rubbed slick folds against his growing hardness. "...take me again," she invited, pressing her breasts to his scarred chest, nipples tight and hard. "And again, and again..."
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With her, he could be a wolf. He could be all maleness and rough and tumble and instinctual. He could live in the moment, enjoy the feel of her body against his own and the relative freedom of choice. She was his mate, chosen and won rather than besting her and killing her; he had known for some time that she would excel in the new position, no matter what it would cost her (and it would cost her). He could savour their closeness, allow his eyes to close and his body to stretch out knowing that any bite from her would be in play rather than fatal.
He growled playfully as her nails dug into his flesh, raising goosebumps along his chest and arms in response, and he shifted his legs to allow them to fall open a little further as he wriggled on the furs under his back. "You look plenty fine with bruises colouring your flesh, and so do I." He might be rough with her, but he wanted her to feel safe enough to be rough with him in return. It wasn't just that he was older, bigger and more aggressive of a wolf; he gave nothing that he wasn't willing to receive in return.
His hips rocked up against her as she returned to his lap, sliding himself between the folds of her sex, coating his new erection with her slick. His hands stroked up her smooth back, gripping her shoulders as he nipped at the corner of her mouth. "As you command, my mate." He teased them both with a few more hitches of his hips dragging himself across her sex before he drew back enough to find the appropriate position so that he could press himself back into her tight slick heat, filling her with a single thrust. While it wasn't primary on his mind or one of his goals here, it was a shame that they would have no pups. Soon enough, they would take that from her, but he imagined they would have been very handsome creatures. Repopulation was not in their future. They had the here and the now to be just mates.
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And now here she was, secure and safe in his arms, moaning into his kisses and hitching around in his lap with the aim of sliding him inside her willing, heated body once more, filling her with his essence and staking his claim one more time. Her fingernails dug into his chest and her head fell back when he pushed back into her, a low animal moan escaping her slack mouth, followed by a needy, desperate whine just after. Natalia rolled her hips over his, lashes fluttering to feel him again buried so deep, sharper at this angle but no less tantalizing. The furs slid down her back as they moved together, leaving her pale and gleaming for his sensitive eyes, and she didn't even feel the chill in the air, so thick was the heat between them.
She wanted his roughness, his damnable teasing and his playfulness; she wanted all of him. He was hers; just as she'd never mate another, she knew in her bones that he would not take another this way. They were burned into each other's very souls, one from two. Natalia knew she couldn't remain; dawn would come and they'd take her away again, and she had no way to know when or even if she'd ever see him again, although the determination steeled within her assured that she would, and that someday, they would be together and free, shackled no longer.
Curving slender hands over his shoulders, she urged him up against her, wanting to feel him pressed against every single inch of her heated skin. He was so beautiful in her eyes; sharp angles and dark coloring, but he glowed like a flame in her gaze, and she needed to kiss him again, as far too much time had passed without his lips on hers.
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He reached out to push the fallen fur down and out of the way of her skin, mismatched palms stroking along her thighs then smoothed over the swell of her hips and upwards to trace between her abs until he could cup her breasts into his hands, thumbs caressing back and forth over her nipples. He liked to think it wasn't just the cold that perked them, that his touch had stimulated her, especially when he gave both a playful pinch.
He rose with her urging though, the pull of her hands even if he didn't relinquish his hold on her breasts. The angle of their hips changed in response, but he never stopped thrusting up inside of her, bouncing her in his lap, bottoming out into her slick heat that gripping him in the same needy way that he felt. He kissed her like they were going to war, determined to pillage her mouth and drink in all of her taste as his hands finally left off fondling her cleavage to curl around her back to hold her against his chest as they moved together.
This felt less frantic but no less passionate. If anything, now that they had a taste of each other, they were even more heated. His fingers curled into some of her hair, giving playful tugs as he created a rhythm between them that elevated her high on his erection before she had to drop down into his lap. Heat and sensation blinded all reason, and he was just a wolf with his new mate, ready and willing to bask in everything that was her.
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And God, but that was all she ever wanted.
His mouth found hers again and she nearly sobbed with relief, parting her lips for his questing tongue and taking his rough kisses eagerly, wanting more and more and more, even as she rode him faster and harder, feeling his fingers tugging at her hair and urging her higher. Even as he had before, he filled her so completely, it was difficult to tell where one stopped and the other began.
Natalia shivered and moaned with each reckless rock of their bodies into the other, her small hands roving over what of him she could reach, wanting to touch him everywhere, but she kept her breasts firmly crushed to his scarred chest, feeling the echo of his heartbeat thundering right alongside of her own. He devoured her mouth and she clutched him tight, licking and lapping at his lips and his tongue even as she gasped, breathless, each time that she slammed back down atop him in their fervent coupling.
Then she was keening, clamping down on him hard as she fell over the edge of her climax and shuddered violently in his arms, mewling and crying against his hot mouth, calling for him to join her in that white-hot bliss, her entire body locking down over and around his. Thought evaporated; all she wanted was him. Now, and again, and again.
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So when she found her climax, he howled in pleasure as his hands shifted up her back to grasp onto her shoulders, holding her down as he drove himself as deep as he could inside of her as his knot swelled earnestly as he followed her. His back arched, pressing their their bellies together even as his hips offered little stuttering hiccups of motions upwards as he filled her with his seed again. All thought was wiped out, the white hot static of pleasure washing through him entirely.
Now that she couldn't easily escape - not that he considered her wanting to - his hands eased from her shoulders to stroke her back, blunt nails occasionally dragging down her smooth flesh. He leaned in to nudge his nose against her chin, humming a growling sound of pleasure at her as the intensity of orgasm slowly began to ebb away, which allowed him to use approximately ten-percent of his brain again. For now anyway.
Perhaps it was a mistake, her and him. How was he going to let her go about her life, all the missions, all the risks and not be apart of it? They would be separated, of course. Maybe a few fleeting glances in the hallways, maybe catching one another's scent in the training area, maybe even existing briefly in the same room as her but never coming into direct contact. They would survive it, of course, but... no, they would survive. He wouldn't change this for anything, even if this was one moment of bliss in a sea of violence, secrets and pain. She was his one bright spot. She was... his world narrowed in this cave.
Slowly, he leaned in so that he could press his lips to her cheek, kissing her sweetly. Like a boy showing his favourite dame how much he fancied her.
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She lifted her head just as he leaned in to kiss her cheek, a soft, tender gesture that earned her true sweet smile, and Natalia purred and nuzzled him right back, more than content to be sated and replete in his strong arms. "...my Soldier," she murmured at his ear, gently stroking one languid hand through damp dark hair. "Mmmm, you are mine forever and always..."
Sweat gleamed on pale skin, her shivering was hardly from the cool chill of their private little world. She had no intention of pulling away from him any time soon; physicality prevented that for at least another half hour, but even then, Natalia thought she might simply snuggle down amid the furs and keep him close in her arms.
She nuzzled him, sharing sweet kisses and gentle touches, and eventually whispered against his tantalizing mouth, "...is it too soon to love you, I wonder...?"
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He hummed in agreement, pledging himself to her. There would be no other in his life in that way, that much he knew. HYDRA and the Red Room could take his memories, but there would be no one else that he would take as a mate ever again. The bond couldn't be broken with time and distance after all. No, he was in this for the long haul; he had been right to pursue her and overjoyed that she had accepted him.
One hand reached down to pull the furs over them again, tucking it against the back of her neck but also preserving the heat that was between them. The sweat would go cold, and at least with the fur, they were protected and it allowed an even larger illusion of privacy. His hips offered little hitches up to send little flares of pleasure through their connected sexes, and those earned little groans of pleasure from him.
Then his fingers rose and carded through her curly red hair, slipping his fingers through the tighter ringlets and enjoy the feel of them like that. "Likely yes... it might also be the heat talking, but I'll accept your declarations of love. It's as we both deserve... and I do love you. I have since the first moment I laid eyes on you."
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Now, Natalia burrowed down with her bonded lover, safe, secure, and warm in his strong arms, quietly happy and content for quite possibly the first time. She snuggled into the furs and against his chest, draping her leg high over his hip and shifting as close as she could, their joined lower halves pressed tightly together. She still felt so full, replete and sated, and she kissed and licked at his jaw and throat as he stroked her damp hair.
Her teeth grazed his neck when she heard his response, and she wiggled sinuously against him, soft little sounds of sheer contentment and pleasure escaping whenever she moved her mouth over his skin. Her fingertips skated over his scarred back, memorizing the deep patterns of muscle and sinew. "...and we will be free," she whispered beneath his ear. "I'll not let them keep me from you forever, this I swear."
Her hips twitched, pulling a soft moan from her, and Natalia lifted her head to seek her mate's mouth, kissing him soundly as they lay together. "You are mine," she breathed fiercely. "Mine to have, mine to touch, mine to love."