He was a friend; she'd never steal from a friend. And indeed, there was nothing here she'd consider absconding with, anyway. A brief look of surprise crossed her face, however, when Han flopped down beside her on the small couch, and Natalia leaned back accommodatingly, curiosity piqued. She didn't miss that twinkle in those pretty eyes, and her lips quirked to his suggestion.
"We should, shouldn't we?" She shook her head with a rue chuckle; the scoundrel. "I don't have a problem staying in." She held up one finger. "As long as we get some sort of food in here. Something quick, edible, and delivered." Unabashed, Natalia reached over and tugged on the lapel of Han's jacket, pulling him to her as she slid towards him herself.
"We have better things to do than cook," she told him pointedly, brushing her lips over his.
As soon as he sees Nat’s reaction, he knows that he made the right call. Tonight they were going to enjoy each other’s company, hopefully repeatedly, and go to bed with full stomachs. In Han’s world, that made for a perfect evening ...
Han opens his mouth to make some sort of comment — in this case, it was going to be to tell her that it gets tricky to have something brought to this part of the city — but suddenly his body is being pulled into a kiss. His open lips find hers and he falls very easily into the exhilarating feeling that he get whenever he’s close to her. He scoots in. His hands, rough from childhood labor, scrape against the leather of her clothing.
The groan that forms in his throat is deeper than you’d expect from someone who still had such a boyish face. He tries to pull her into his lap, though he knows that he’ll only be successful with that if she’s willing to go along. His skin feels warm in a way that has nothing to do with the temperature in the room and his heart feels like it’s pounding in his chest.
It only took her three seconds to divest the belt around her waist, weapons clattering briefly as it slid to the floor. Then Natalia was swinging a leg across Han's lap, settling easily astride him with a small roguish grin. Her dark chuckle echoed between them as her hands drifted down to yank at his own belt, tugging at the blaster holster and quipping lightly, "Might want to make sure the safety's on, huh?"
But she couldn't wait to kiss him again, pressing her body against his in a slow, sensual rhythm that had her own heart pounding and things low in her stomach beginning to ache and twist. "...put your hands on me," she demanded against Han's open mouth. "...anywhere, milovník, I don't care..." Her tactical suit, fit to form for ease of movement and sleek, felt abrasive to her skin, heavy; one small zipper at the back of the collar was its only release.
Undoing a thigh holster gets a person’s hand tantalizingly close to one’s crotch and Han makes no attempt to hide the fact that he is very interested in where Nat’s hands are. She might notice that he started getting hard the moment she jumped in his lap, too. The Corellian wannabe pilot isn’t a virgin, per se, but between this time and last time ... the Widow must have noticed there’s still a touch of shyness that comes from the fact that he’s inexperienced.
“Safety. Right.” He murmurs, in a hazy voice after taking a second to process what she’d said. His hands click over the safety so that she can remove the weapon and the belt however she wants, then he puts them to work. Unzipping that skin tight uniform of hers. His eyes feast on the skin as it’s revealed to him.
To sate her urge to be grabbed, Han puts his hands on her boobs. The callouses on his palms are almost impossibly hard for someone who was not quite twenty. At first it’s just pressure there. The heavy, roughness of his hands on some of her most sensitive skin and then, he squeezes.
Unsurprising, that he went for her breasts first; Natalia hid a smirk. Men were all alike, regardless of origin or species. But she didn't mind; those calloused, roughened hands felt wonderful on tender flesh, and her head tipped back on a husky moan when he fondled her, and she retaliated by pressing down on that suspicious lump between her thighs.
Half-naked and astride the pilot's lap, Natalia didn't miss the slight hesitation or the lack of self-assurance in the man below her, but that was all right. She'd take care of him, and she told him so, tipping his head upwards with a finger beneath his chin, and she whispered that promise against his mouth before kissing him again, unruly crimson falling to shade both of their faces.
Her back arched into his touch, and she rocked her hips in slow time with his eager hands. "...tell me something," she murmured between lazy, deep kisses, "...what do you usually do with a girl when you bring her home?" A gentle tease; she had the sneaking suspicion she was probably one of the only females who had ever seen the inside of this place.
Han might not have all the answers and sometimes, he did plenty of faking it till he makes it, but overall, he learned quickly. Not only that, but his confidence tended to swell along with his comprehension. Eventually, maybe even soon at the rate they were going, he’d be a great parter in bed. Even now, he was pretty sure he wasn’t bad — he had been born with all the things you can’t teach (attractiveness and size) and he was getting better at all the parts he could practice.
“Things are usually a lot slower going.” It’s the honest answer, but he kinda realizes that it’s not a particularly sexy one. He adds to the thought, “I get turned on by you faster.”
In the heat of the moment, he feels like that’s a decent answer. It also skates by the fact that he really hasn’t brought anyone to his place before. There was Qi’ra, but they had lived together when they were teenagers so, that didn’t feel like same thing. The one or two other partners had happened elsewhere.
“I wanna take you to bed.” He says, forcing all the confidence he doesn’t quite feel into his voice. “There’s more room there.”
Her small sultry laugh echoed between them, and Natalia grinned into their heated kisses, shaking her head with mild amusement. "So I see," she remarked coyly, shifting her hips so that he fit just perfectly against the apex of her thighs. The rough pressure even brought a moan to her throat.
Hearing his husky confession, Natalia felt her loins clench, a promissory anticipation. "...that's a fabulous idea," she breathed against his lips, sliding her tongue between them to kiss him again. She had no doubt whatsoever they'd enjoy each other beyond measure, and the thought of having him all to herself--if only for the next few hours--was a deeply heady one.
"So take me to bed, Han," she murmured at the hinge of his jaw, in the process of placing soft, nipping kisses along that ridge, seeking fingers busy working on the fastenings of his shirt; he was wearing far too many clothes for her liking.
Had he ever met a woman like Nat before? She seemed to have this supreme confidence that he hadn’t noticed in anyone else before and she was completely, profoundly sensual. Getting close to the Widow felt like being in a fog — all you can see is what’s right in front of you and ... what was right in front of him, right now, was her.
A fact that he was very okay with. He’d rather not think about all the nice things his apartment doesn’t have. The fact that he was still trapped on Corellia. That he was no closer to becoming a pilot now than he had when he’d finally wriggled out of Lady Proxima’s taloned fingers.
“You got it.” He says, when he can finally bring himself to back of her kiss.
The young Corellian’s hands settled on Natalia’s rear. Then, under it. Once again the rough of his hands is scraping against the smooth of her uniform. It’s a hold that preserves their closeness to each other’s hips while he stands them up and she can cling to him, if she likes, while he walks them to the bedroom.
When they arrive, she may notice the surroundings of his bedroom are consistent with the rest of the apartment. Sparse. Most of the furnature was secondhand. It may have been a touch more messy, though. With the bed not made and a pile of laundry that needed to be washed on the floor.
The bed, at least, happens to be a little more comfortable than the couch. And larger, as he’d promised. He’d somehow managed to find a decent full sizes mattress that he could afford for his modest living space.
Decorations didn't really matter. She hadn't come up with him to judge aesthetics. It didn't matter that there was laundry on the floor, or that the walls held few furnishings. What did matter, at least to her, was the bed, but not that it was unmade, but rather that it was there and waiting, and once he'd put her down on it, Natalia refused to let go and therefore pulled Han right down with her, hooking a lean leg over his hip to push their bodies tighter together, preserving that anticipation of more to come.
Naked to the waist, Natalia rather quickly divested the young pilot of his own upper garments, letting vest and shirt drop unheeded elsewhere, then eagerly ran her palms over his chest, over his shoulders, around his ribs, everywhere she could reach, greedy for him. Hips still rolling--grinding--into his, she coaxed him back down for another smoldering series of kisses, relishing the heat between them.
Nat had strength packed into her beautiful, curvy frame. She looked in shape from the moment you laid eyes on her, of course, but just how powerful that she was is sort of ... deceptive. Until you feel her weight wrapped around you and somewhere in your mind, you know this woman could out grapple you with ease and snap your bones one by one if she wished. It was a little bit worrisome, but mainly thrilling.
Let’s face it, it was a confidence boost to be sharing a bed with Natalia. He expected the swagger in his walk to last for at least a week. Maybe longer.
No objections when she started helping him out of his clothes and he all but plunged into her kisses. Even undressed to the waist, the clothes remaining were quickly feeling stifling and young Han Solo felt dizzy in his attraction to the redhead underneath him.
“I don’t think we’ve taken enough clothes off yet.” He says, a little less meek than earlier. Since she’s got at least one leg tightly wrapped around him, he’s willing to be the one bring a little more skin to this party — Han begins tugging at the belt that’s still holding up his pants and hastily undoing the fly.
Edited (And then I remembered the holster already came of ...) 2018-06-05 18:04 (UTC)
She'd have been...flattered, knowing how he viewed her. Self-introspection wasn't something she indulged on any regular basis, or, at all, really. She didn't need to constantly reevaluate herself; Natalia knew exactly who and what she was.
That she didn't much like either was, well, another story.
But for now, she let herself get lost in hasty, greedy kisses, falling back with an amused little huff when her pilot pulled away, ostensibly to remove even more barriers barring flesh from flesh. She had to relax her leg's grip to assist, but that was all right; doing so gave her the chance to slink out of the rest of her tac suit, wiggling as much as possible to get free of the synthetic fabric.
Twisting beneath him like a sinuous viper, Natalia uncoiled back on his bed again, this time bereft of all inhibitions and gloriously naked. Not for the first time was she indeed thankful that only two buckles and two zippers were all that was required to divulge everything she carried. Clothing included.
She sprawled slightly across the rumpled covers, spreading her hair out around her head in a bloody halo. "How's that?" was threaded with her cheeky smirk, reaching up to feather her fingertips over his bare chest in curious exploration.
Two buckles and two zippers. He didn’t realize how much work it was till now that it was a lot of work to get out of his clothes. Not that he could pull off skintight black, blasters and concield weapons the way that she could. If he was dressed like that, he’d look like a bounty hunter that was trying way too hard.
“Uh, wow.” Han murmurs absently. “You look ...”
You can see the moment where he freezes and reconsiders himself. Nat might not be burdened by self-introspection, but Han has always thought about what people think of him — and he always seemed to crave more adoration and respect than he was thinking he got from others. Now all of a sudden, he thinks what he was going to say seems childish. Immature.
He straightens and tilts his scared chin upward just a little bit. “You look pretty good.”
Natasha rolled her eyes. "Gee, so eloquent." But gave a toss of her head, sitting up and reaching for the fabric still lingering around his hips. Wasting no time at all, she gave a sharp yank, abruptly tugging the last cumbersome restrictions away. Then she was sliding forward to the edge of his bed, coiling her arms around his thighs and pressing her lips to his abdomen, no judgments required.
She purred softly, licking at his skin, loving the warmth on her tongue, coupled with his unique flavor. "You look pretty good, too," she told him with a small smirk, flicking her eyes up through her lashes. "What do you want to do now?" She went back to teasing his stomach with her lips and tongue, fingernails coasting up and down his outer thighs in a deliberate tease.
She looked better than pretty good and they both knew it. He’s also not completely sure what eloquent means, but inference is telling him it’s got something to do with vocabulary.
“It’s also pretty good.” He says, trying in his head to sound assuring, but by the time the words come out of his lips, they just seem eager.
Nat already had some idea of what to expect from him, of course. Them having grinded up on each other within about an hour of meeting each other, but it might have been the first time she’d gotten a really good look at him. Fairly tall and broad shouldered, in his late teens, the size of Han’s part was part was a little bit larger than what you’d expect from someone with his build.
“A little exercise seems like a good idea.” He says with a bit of a sly smile. “You seem like a great partner for the two person push up.”
Natalia wrinkled her nose with a coy little giggle; good that he could play along even in such a situation as this. "Two-person push up, huh?" She stared up at him, eyebrow arched slightly. "That's a novel way to put it." She gave her preemptive lover the proverbial once-over, more than impressed with what was on display.
So she scooted back a bit, brazenly parted her thighs, and tugged him down between them and atop her, fastening her lips to his the instant he covered her. Her breasts softly crushed against his chest, and the delicious pressure on sensitive tips had her moaning softly into Han's mouth, and Natalia let her body roll sinuously beneath his, heated and wanton.
"...we can work out all night," she murmured against his mouth when they finally parted for a quick breath of air, "...if you want..."
She tugged, but he was all but ready to dive on her at that point. Nat was equal parts sexy, mysterious and just plain fun to be around. She didn’t seem to judge him on his lack of success, either.
The last part, was of course, a temporary situation. He was meant for glory. He wasn’t sure how that was all gonna work out, but it would. Luck was on his side and he need look no further than this room to prove that.
“I’d love the chance to test each other’s stamina.”
With that, Han probes the tip of all that maleness against her. His part seeking out the point to press against. Seeking out the moist is almost instinctual and then, when he finds it, he presses up in between those gorgeous thighs.
She gave a wicked grin in answer, but hissed a soft breath when he pressed thick between her thighs, and angled her hips just right to slide him right inside, hooking a lean leg behind his thighs to keep him exactly where he was. Her body accepted his smoothly, cinching him tight inside her, and Natalia gave a soft, contented moan when she felt him fill her completely.
"Mmmm, perfect," she whispered against his lips, and slowly shifted her hips against his, clenching tight muscles around him sheathed so deeply within her. "...you feel so good, detka..." She gently dug her fingernails into his hips. "...don't hold back, let it all go..."
It was a nice fit. Tight enough that every little movement seemed to set off a series of sensations to feel, but not to the point where he felt like he was going to make her uncomfortable.
By the way that her one leg seemed to instantly want to wrap around him? He figures that she’s pretty content with the way they feel together too. Even before she starts placing compliments on his lips like kisses. When she adjusts herself, though, suddenly she feels even tighter against him and him, deeper inside of her. It reminds him of that time he’d fooled around with a Twi’lek girl — the combination of low body fat and above average flexibility gave hooking up with one a feel that he didn’t think a human could compare to. Until now.
“Don’t hold back, huh?”
It’s a very loose instruction when you think about it. He wasn’t into being excessively rough, so he’s gonna take it as a sign that he doesn’t have to ease them into a slow or medium pace. So, he doesn’t. Almost immediately, the sound of rapid smacking together of bodies fills the air and his swollen sac rubs insistently against her with the effort.
Han's exuberant enthusiasm had her huffing a small laugh, but she sank fingernails into his shoulders when he began to pump into her, the redhead loving the feel of his body in hers. He was thick, hard, and perfect, filling her completely and more than eager to complete this particular exercise just how she preferred it.
Natalia hitched both knees high along the pilot's torso, hiking her lower body at a different angle and hissing a soft breath when it drove him just right inside her, a shudder making its way over her small but deadly form. She tugged him back to her for a long, heated kiss, coaxing his tongue into her mouth with as much greedy abandon as she'd offered her body.
The bed creaked beneath them, but the sounds only helped drive her higher, clasping the youth with strong arms and legs, keeping him right where she wanted him, allowing him to work them both closer and closer to the earth-shattering pinnacle.
You had to hand it to Natalia. She performed as good as she looked and ... well, she was about the most gorgeous woman he’d ever laid eyes on. She had a sense for knowing just how to move, or position herself, he supposed. The assassin that moved like a dancer. If he was just a fraction more self-conscious, he’d probably feel clumsy around her.
It was the second time they were meeting up so that took a lot of the pressure off of him. On some level, if all the stuff that had gone on between them the first time, was successful enough that she wanted to be around him again, he must be doing something right. Or maybe she needed him for something. At this point, he wouldn’t have cared at all if it was the later.
His pleasure was groaned into her kiss and his hormones kept him on the trajectory that would bring him to climax. The pressure, that need, building up inside of him. He manages to hold off for a couple of minutes, but it’s not like he can hang in there all that long. It leads to the young, wannabe pilot getting heavy on top of her and driving his throbbing hard-on as deep as he can to finish. It’s warm and thick as the rest of him.
i actually DIDN'T have to work a 12 hour day today, huzzah! ><
Han was a good friend. Someone not driven by angry greed, black revenge, or the cold pragmatism of professional business. All three were tantamount in her world, and she'd long ago tired of it, and had ever since been seeking a way to leave it with her life still intact. And if she could escape it for just a little while, even by tumbling into bed with this handsome sassy pilot, she was more than willing to do so.
But even more than that, she simply enjoyed him. It wasn't often she was able to shed her stern professional demeanor and be who she was underneath all of that latex and snark, and besides, he was cute and sweet and funny and adorably self-conscious beneath that mountain of bravado. Yet there was little between them now, as they moved together, Natalia's lashes fluttering closed and a plethora of husky, breathy moans escaping parted lips, gleaming as she licked them greedily.
She felt him getting close, pressing down even harder and driving into her that much more, and in return she clutched him back, spiraling so near that inevitable pinnacle that it had her head swimming. But then her nails bit into his back, her thighs locked around his hips, and she gave a breathless little screech as he hilted inside her one more time, and she toppled over into the paroxysm of blissful climax. Her hips bucked hard, and her body clutched tight, spasming over and over again as she writhed under him.
Re: i actually DIDN'T have to work a 12 hour day today, huzzah! ><
He stayed close. Mostly because he wanted a few seconds to regain his breath and his five senses that were going to be under the fog of orgasm for a few more heartbeats. Also because he wasn't the type to want to split immediately after something like this. Han, despite insisting to himself that he can and does thrive when he's alone, is a people person when you strip his defenses away.
Not to mention the Black Widow has some awfully strong thighs and they seem to be clenching pretty hard around his middle. He's ... honesty not sure if he could wiggle away. Why would anybody want to?
When he's got his wits at least somewhat about him, Han is smiling again. That eager to please, slightly naive sweetness coming back as his hormones start the fall back to normal levels.
"I'm not sure if this is a weird time to say this, but I'm glad you look me up when you're here."
The lethargy of post-coital bliss was pleasant, she decided, slowly relaxing around her sweaty lover, unable to help chuckling to his comment. Comfortably relaxed cross-ways on Han's bed, Natalia simply carded her fingers through his hair, eyes closed as she lay warm and satisfied beneath him.
"Mmm? I don't think it's a weird time." Her mouth quirked. "Quite appropriate, actually." Given how "active" they'd been just moments ago. She still felt him buried inside her, a little softer but no less enticing. Natalia gave a small clench, experimentally, and, admittedly, a little mischievously.
"Up for round two?" she asked lazily. "Maybe take it a little slower this time?" Or not, either way. But she did want to savor him, push him over and run her tongue over his skin, take her time to taste him, make him shiver, hear him groan, and drive him completely over the edge one more time.
If, he’d known before hand that she’d want to just jump right into more, maybe he would have went to some of the seedier parts of the holonet and look for ... whatever he could look up about being able to do something like that. He’s always liked being a human and can’t really picture himself as anything else, but there’s a brief flash of envy he feels for the sentients that can pull off this feat with no problem. Han hasn’t done it before. Doesn’t even know if he can, truly.
That feeling of her clenching against him and that sly glint in her green eyes makes him want to try, though. Not just because they have some great sex when they get together, but he badly wants to prove to her that he’s worth the effort.
“Yeah, definitely.”
He answers without a second thought. He has a lot of doubt that he’ll be able to pull this off, but ... he’s managed to pull out some pretty impressive stuff before when it didn’t seem like he could. Maybe some of that good luck will be with him now.
He clenches all the muscles in his thighs, glutes and core. As if it would help him ‘hang on’ to all blood and feeling down there. Then slowly he starts to rock slowly against her. Everything has a way different feel with him half flaccid and all their combined moisture, but it helps a lot that she’s doing her part to hold him in. Without being as hard as usual, he feels like it would be very easy to slip out of her.
His eagerness was beyond endearing. She had to give him credit for the effort, at least. Still so sensitive from their previous activities - just minutes ago - Natalia chuckled and stretched beneath Han, sighing soft contentment as they began to slowly rock together again. She smoothed her hands over his shoulders and down his back to grip his hips, guiding him gently.
"No need to rush, baby," she murmured at his ear, inhaling the sweet scent of damp curls at his temple. "Take your time, make it last..." She didn't expect him to flip a switch and go for broke immediately; they had all the time in the world. Figuratively speaking.
"Mmm, go slow," she coaxed, carding a hand through his hair and guiding him back to her for a series of long, deep kisses. "Kiss me, touch me, all over, everywhere..." Her fingernails skated lightly across his skin, teasing with just a hint of the danger she always carried. She flicked the tip of her tongue at his lips. "You've already impressed me, so just relax and let's enjoy each other, yeah?"
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"We should, shouldn't we?" She shook her head with a rue chuckle; the scoundrel. "I don't have a problem staying in." She held up one finger. "As long as we get some sort of food in here. Something quick, edible, and delivered." Unabashed, Natalia reached over and tugged on the lapel of Han's jacket, pulling him to her as she slid towards him herself.
"We have better things to do than cook," she told him pointedly, brushing her lips over his.
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Han opens his mouth to make some sort of comment — in this case, it was going to be to tell her that it gets tricky to have something brought to this part of the city — but suddenly his body is being pulled into a kiss. His open lips find hers and he falls very easily into the exhilarating feeling that he get whenever he’s close to her. He scoots in. His hands, rough from childhood labor, scrape against the leather of her clothing.
The groan that forms in his throat is deeper than you’d expect from someone who still had such a boyish face. He tries to pull her into his lap, though he knows that he’ll only be successful with that if she’s willing to go along. His skin feels warm in a way that has nothing to do with the temperature in the room and his heart feels like it’s pounding in his chest.
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But she couldn't wait to kiss him again, pressing her body against his in a slow, sensual rhythm that had her own heart pounding and things low in her stomach beginning to ache and twist. "...put your hands on me," she demanded against Han's open mouth. "...anywhere, milovník, I don't care..." Her tactical suit, fit to form for ease of movement and sleek, felt abrasive to her skin, heavy; one small zipper at the back of the collar was its only release.
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“Safety. Right.” He murmurs, in a hazy voice after taking a second to process what she’d said. His hands click over the safety so that she can remove the weapon and the belt however she wants, then he puts them to work. Unzipping that skin tight uniform of hers. His eyes feast on the skin as it’s revealed to him.
To sate her urge to be grabbed, Han puts his hands on her boobs. The callouses on his palms are almost impossibly hard for someone who was not quite twenty. At first it’s just pressure there. The heavy, roughness of his hands on some of her most sensitive skin and then, he squeezes.
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Half-naked and astride the pilot's lap, Natalia didn't miss the slight hesitation or the lack of self-assurance in the man below her, but that was all right. She'd take care of him, and she told him so, tipping his head upwards with a finger beneath his chin, and she whispered that promise against his mouth before kissing him again, unruly crimson falling to shade both of their faces.
Her back arched into his touch, and she rocked her hips in slow time with his eager hands. "...tell me something," she murmured between lazy, deep kisses, "...what do you usually do with a girl when you bring her home?" A gentle tease; she had the sneaking suspicion she was probably one of the only females who had ever seen the inside of this place.
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“Things are usually a lot slower going.” It’s the honest answer, but he kinda realizes that it’s not a particularly sexy one. He adds to the thought, “I get turned on by you faster.”
In the heat of the moment, he feels like that’s a decent answer. It also skates by the fact that he really hasn’t brought anyone to his place before. There was Qi’ra, but they had lived together when they were teenagers so, that didn’t feel like same thing. The one or two other partners had happened elsewhere.
“I wanna take you to bed.” He says, forcing all the confidence he doesn’t quite feel into his voice. “There’s more room there.”
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Hearing his husky confession, Natalia felt her loins clench, a promissory anticipation. "...that's a fabulous idea," she breathed against his lips, sliding her tongue between them to kiss him again. She had no doubt whatsoever they'd enjoy each other beyond measure, and the thought of having him all to herself--if only for the next few hours--was a deeply heady one.
"So take me to bed, Han," she murmured at the hinge of his jaw, in the process of placing soft, nipping kisses along that ridge, seeking fingers busy working on the fastenings of his shirt; he was wearing far too many clothes for her liking.
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A fact that he was very okay with. He’d rather not think about all the nice things his apartment doesn’t have. The fact that he was still trapped on Corellia. That he was no closer to becoming a pilot now than he had when he’d finally wriggled out of Lady Proxima’s taloned fingers.
“You got it.” He says, when he can finally bring himself to back of her kiss.
The young Corellian’s hands settled on Natalia’s rear. Then, under it. Once again the rough of his hands is scraping against the smooth of her uniform. It’s a hold that preserves their closeness to each other’s hips while he stands them up and she can cling to him, if she likes, while he walks them to the bedroom.
When they arrive, she may notice the surroundings of his bedroom are consistent with the rest of the apartment. Sparse. Most of the furnature was secondhand. It may have been a touch more messy, though. With the bed not made and a pile of laundry that needed to be washed on the floor.
The bed, at least, happens to be a little more comfortable than the couch. And larger, as he’d promised. He’d somehow managed to find a decent full sizes mattress that he could afford for his modest living space.
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Naked to the waist, Natalia rather quickly divested the young pilot of his own upper garments, letting vest and shirt drop unheeded elsewhere, then eagerly ran her palms over his chest, over his shoulders, around his ribs, everywhere she could reach, greedy for him. Hips still rolling--grinding--into his, she coaxed him back down for another smoldering series of kisses, relishing the heat between them.
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Let’s face it, it was a confidence boost to be sharing a bed with Natalia. He expected the swagger in his walk to last for at least a week. Maybe longer.
No objections when she started helping him out of his clothes and he all but plunged into her kisses. Even undressed to the waist, the clothes remaining were quickly feeling stifling and young Han Solo felt dizzy in his attraction to the redhead underneath him.
“I don’t think we’ve taken enough clothes off yet.” He says, a little less meek than earlier. Since she’s got at least one leg tightly wrapped around him, he’s willing to be the one bring a little more skin to this party — Han begins tugging at the belt that’s still holding up his pants and hastily undoing the fly.
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That she didn't much like either was, well, another story.
But for now, she let herself get lost in hasty, greedy kisses, falling back with an amused little huff when her pilot pulled away, ostensibly to remove even more barriers barring flesh from flesh. She had to relax her leg's grip to assist, but that was all right; doing so gave her the chance to slink out of the rest of her tac suit, wiggling as much as possible to get free of the synthetic fabric.
Twisting beneath him like a sinuous viper, Natalia uncoiled back on his bed again, this time bereft of all inhibitions and gloriously naked. Not for the first time was she indeed thankful that only two buckles and two zippers were all that was required to divulge everything she carried. Clothing included.
She sprawled slightly across the rumpled covers, spreading her hair out around her head in a bloody halo. "How's that?" was threaded with her cheeky smirk, reaching up to feather her fingertips over his bare chest in curious exploration.
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“Uh, wow.” Han murmurs absently. “You look ...”
You can see the moment where he freezes and reconsiders himself. Nat might not be burdened by self-introspection, but Han has always thought about what people think of him — and he always seemed to crave more adoration and respect than he was thinking he got from others. Now all of a sudden, he thinks what he was going to say seems childish. Immature.
He straightens and tilts his scared chin upward just a little bit. “You look pretty good.”
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She purred softly, licking at his skin, loving the warmth on her tongue, coupled with his unique flavor. "You look pretty good, too," she told him with a small smirk, flicking her eyes up through her lashes. "What do you want to do now?" She went back to teasing his stomach with her lips and tongue, fingernails coasting up and down his outer thighs in a deliberate tease.
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“It’s also pretty good.” He says, trying in his head to sound assuring, but by the time the words come out of his lips, they just seem eager.
Nat already had some idea of what to expect from him, of course. Them having grinded up on each other within about an hour of meeting each other, but it might have been the first time she’d gotten a really good look at him. Fairly tall and broad shouldered, in his late teens, the size of Han’s part was part was a little bit larger than what you’d expect from someone with his build.
“A little exercise seems like a good idea.” He says with a bit of a sly smile. “You seem like a great partner for the two person push up.”
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So she scooted back a bit, brazenly parted her thighs, and tugged him down between them and atop her, fastening her lips to his the instant he covered her. Her breasts softly crushed against his chest, and the delicious pressure on sensitive tips had her moaning softly into Han's mouth, and Natalia let her body roll sinuously beneath his, heated and wanton.
"...we can work out all night," she murmured against his mouth when they finally parted for a quick breath of air, "...if you want..."
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The last part, was of course, a temporary situation. He was meant for glory. He wasn’t sure how that was all gonna work out, but it would. Luck was on his side and he need look no further than this room to prove that.
“I’d love the chance to test each other’s stamina.”
With that, Han probes the tip of all that maleness against her. His part seeking out the point to press against. Seeking out the moist is almost instinctual and then, when he finds it, he presses up in between those gorgeous thighs.
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"Mmmm, perfect," she whispered against his lips, and slowly shifted her hips against his, clenching tight muscles around him sheathed so deeply within her. "...you feel so good, detka..." She gently dug her fingernails into his hips. "...don't hold back, let it all go..."
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By the way that her one leg seemed to instantly want to wrap around him? He figures that she’s pretty content with the way they feel together too. Even before she starts placing compliments on his lips like kisses. When she adjusts herself, though, suddenly she feels even tighter against him and him, deeper inside of her. It reminds him of that time he’d fooled around with a Twi’lek girl — the combination of low body fat and above average flexibility gave hooking up with one a feel that he didn’t think a human could compare to. Until now.
“Don’t hold back, huh?”
It’s a very loose instruction when you think about it. He wasn’t into being excessively rough, so he’s gonna take it as a sign that he doesn’t have to ease them into a slow or medium pace. So, he doesn’t. Almost immediately, the sound of rapid smacking together of bodies fills the air and his swollen sac rubs insistently against her with the effort.
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Natalia hitched both knees high along the pilot's torso, hiking her lower body at a different angle and hissing a soft breath when it drove him just right inside her, a shudder making its way over her small but deadly form. She tugged him back to her for a long, heated kiss, coaxing his tongue into her mouth with as much greedy abandon as she'd offered her body.
The bed creaked beneath them, but the sounds only helped drive her higher, clasping the youth with strong arms and legs, keeping him right where she wanted him, allowing him to work them both closer and closer to the earth-shattering pinnacle.
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It was the second time they were meeting up so that took a lot of the pressure off of him. On some level, if all the stuff that had gone on between them the first time, was successful enough that she wanted to be around him again, he must be doing something right. Or maybe she needed him for something. At this point, he wouldn’t have cared at all if it was the later.
His pleasure was groaned into her kiss and his hormones kept him on the trajectory that would bring him to climax. The pressure, that need, building up inside of him. He manages to hold off for a couple of minutes, but it’s not like he can hang in there all that long. It leads to the young, wannabe pilot getting heavy on top of her and driving his throbbing hard-on as deep as he can to finish. It’s warm and thick as the rest of him.
i actually DIDN'T have to work a 12 hour day today, huzzah! ><
But even more than that, she simply enjoyed him. It wasn't often she was able to shed her stern professional demeanor and be who she was underneath all of that latex and snark, and besides, he was cute and sweet and funny and adorably self-conscious beneath that mountain of bravado. Yet there was little between them now, as they moved together, Natalia's lashes fluttering closed and a plethora of husky, breathy moans escaping parted lips, gleaming as she licked them greedily.
She felt him getting close, pressing down even harder and driving into her that much more, and in return she clutched him back, spiraling so near that inevitable pinnacle that it had her head swimming. But then her nails bit into his back, her thighs locked around his hips, and she gave a breathless little screech as he hilted inside her one more time, and she toppled over into the paroxysm of blissful climax. Her hips bucked hard, and her body clutched tight, spasming over and over again as she writhed under him.
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Not to mention the Black Widow has some awfully strong thighs and they seem to be clenching pretty hard around his middle. He's ... honesty not sure if he could wiggle away. Why would anybody want to?
When he's got his wits at least somewhat about him, Han is smiling again. That eager to please, slightly naive sweetness coming back as his hormones start the fall back to normal levels.
"I'm not sure if this is a weird time to say this, but I'm glad you look me up when you're here."
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"Mmm? I don't think it's a weird time." Her mouth quirked. "Quite appropriate, actually." Given how "active" they'd been just moments ago. She still felt him buried inside her, a little softer but no less enticing. Natalia gave a small clench, experimentally, and, admittedly, a little mischievously.
"Up for round two?" she asked lazily. "Maybe take it a little slower this time?" Or not, either way. But she did want to savor him, push him over and run her tongue over his skin, take her time to taste him, make him shiver, hear him groan, and drive him completely over the edge one more time.
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If, he’d known before hand that she’d want to just jump right into more, maybe he would have went to some of the seedier parts of the holonet and look for ... whatever he could look up about being able to do something like that. He’s always liked being a human and can’t really picture himself as anything else, but there’s a brief flash of envy he feels for the sentients that can pull off this feat with no problem. Han hasn’t done it before. Doesn’t even know if he can, truly.
That feeling of her clenching against him and that sly glint in her green eyes makes him want to try, though. Not just because they have some great sex when they get together, but he badly wants to prove to her that he’s worth the effort.
“Yeah, definitely.”
He answers without a second thought. He has a lot of doubt that he’ll be able to pull this off, but ... he’s managed to pull out some pretty impressive stuff before when it didn’t seem like he could. Maybe some of that good luck will be with him now.
He clenches all the muscles in his thighs, glutes and core. As if it would help him ‘hang on’ to all blood and feeling down there. Then slowly he starts to rock slowly against her. Everything has a way different feel with him half flaccid and all their combined moisture, but it helps a lot that she’s doing her part to hold him in. Without being as hard as usual, he feels like it would be very easy to slip out of her.
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"No need to rush, baby," she murmured at his ear, inhaling the sweet scent of damp curls at his temple. "Take your time, make it last..." She didn't expect him to flip a switch and go for broke immediately; they had all the time in the world. Figuratively speaking.
"Mmm, go slow," she coaxed, carding a hand through his hair and guiding him back to her for a series of long, deep kisses. "Kiss me, touch me, all over, everywhere..." Her fingernails skated lightly across his skin, teasing with just a hint of the danger she always carried. She flicked the tip of her tongue at his lips. "You've already impressed me, so just relax and let's enjoy each other, yeah?"
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