[ Soft; the question posed in a quiet tone, that alone enough to draw his attention. Lips departed from skin, the taste of her lingering behind. Most people saw Natasha in a single light. Former spy; dangerous, cold. They were wrong. In her touch, there was warmth and hidden gentleness, fingertips caressing the sides of his face before dipping lower. The answer was immediate; and the speed of that wasn't an indicator of lacking consideration. It born of his certainty; of how complete sure he was, and the resolve of not looking back or hesitating. To let a moment slip away. ]
Yes. [ Leaning forward, their foreheads pressed against another, an intense intimacy, and he breathed out ] I want you. [ His head tilted; drawing them that much closer, to something that had lived in his thoughts ] I need you, Natasha. You. [ To accentuate the sincerity in his reply, he leaned forward, finally letting their lips meet. The kiss started out delicately; a faint pressure, light exploration, but was quickly deepened by passion.
The arms that had never left her form squeezed a little tighter to bring them together. He wanted to feel her; the supple curves of her body pressing against, and right then he realized how much skin on skin contact would threaten to ruin him.
With a turn, their positions were shifted again, this time moving to lay Natasha down on the bed, him hovering atop her, weight easily supported on his elbows. As the kiss was broken, he couldn't help looking down at her, hair splayed out, and his heart hammered with more ferocity. Nothing in life had ever looked as alluring before as she did right then. ]
[ Something...gave at that positive response. Natasha felt it burn all the way down in her bones. A shiver coursed down her spine at Steve's further heated admission. He wanted her. He needed her. No one else. Her. And there was sincerity in Steve's voice; this wasn't something he'd conjured up out of thin air.
As if to prove that point, he caught her mouth and she couldn't help the soft moan that drifted between their lips - he tasted sweet, soft and light. Good. Pure. She let her hands smooth over his shoulders and around his neck, pressing eagerly closer even as he gathered her tighter in those magnificent arms.
Then almost before she realized it, Natasha found herself on her back in Steve's bed, the Captain above her, lifting his head to gaze down at her with a hunger she'd never seen in his eyes before. It sparked a surge of want low in her belly, and she hesitated not a whit to coil strong legs around Steve's hips, sliding the palms of her hands along his upper arms to cradle his face gently. ]
You can have me, Steve. [ She didn't have to think about it, weigh options, or even consider consequences. They had both hesitated long enough. Natasha gently drew his head down to hers, ghosting her lips over his. ]
[ Control was a deceptive thing; being atop her didn't leave him with the feeling of it. Natasha's legs brought them closer together; breath hitched in his throat, and a brief struggle to maintain composure ensued. Little separated them now. He could feel it. That base instinct to roll his hips; create friction, make sure she felt the growing desire. No one could make him come unraveled with nothing more than the sound of her voice. ]
Everywhere. [ The repeated word fell heavy from his lips; muffled slightly when another kiss was placed, mouth acting with a growing hunger this time. The thought of waiting was both frustrating and a sweet form of torture. ] Over and over. [ A promise, more than anything else. All it had taken was these few moments alone with her to know that once wouldn't sate.
Need won out. His hips pressed down into her; the sweatpants he had worn for comfort did nothing to hide a growing arousal, rocking against Natasha with a slow release of breath. He was already hard for her; and not for the first time, even if that was knowledge he hadn't shared before. Hands slipped down to the material of her top, tugging it upwards. He wanted to see; to feel and taste. ]
You don't know... [ Even as he was working to strip her, his head turned, lips closer to her ear this time. There was something intimate in his tone. Not a whisper; but a hushed declaration, meant only for Natasha. ] How much I've thought about being in you.
[ She'd had her share of lovers - they'd run the gauntlet of varied and for different purposes - but she'd never once witnessed the intensity in any of them as she did in Steve Rogers, right at this moment. It sent shivers rippling all over her skin, leaving her breathless and coming to rest down in the pit of her stomach, resulting in warmth flooding her loins and leaving her squirming beneath his large frame. ]
...over and over... [ A husky reiteration, as Steve hadn't been the only one to imagine how intimacy would manifest between the two of them, and Natasha had been left bereft and wanting in the aftermath of some of her more...risque daydreams. Now, with him atop her, rocking thick and heavy between her thighs, she knew that her dreams had paled in comparison to the reality. ]
Steve... [ It was a husky plea, a breathless prayer, and she immediately arched her back when he tugged at her shirt, lifting her arms to have it whisked over her head and discarded without another care. Soft satin and lace still covered her breasts, but nipples were already peaked and hard beneath the fabric. Her jeans felt too tight, abrasive against her skin, and as Steve's hands slid down her body, she wiggled her own between them to begin squirming out of them, hands falling slack and still as he whispered his fantasies in her ear. ]
...God, Steve... [ Turning her head slightly, she caught his mouth with hers again, kissing him soundly, deeply, parting her lips for his tongue, coaxing the slick muscle to coil with hers as she kicked out of her jeans, strong legs wantonly coiling around his hips once again and flexing to bring the bulge between his thighs into blatant contact with wet, slick heat. ]
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Yes. [ Leaning forward, their foreheads pressed against another, an intense intimacy, and he breathed out ] I want you. [ His head tilted; drawing them that much closer, to something that had lived in his thoughts ] I need you, Natasha. You. [ To accentuate the sincerity in his reply, he leaned forward, finally letting their lips meet. The kiss started out delicately; a faint pressure, light exploration, but was quickly deepened by passion.
The arms that had never left her form squeezed a little tighter to bring them together. He wanted to feel her; the supple curves of her body pressing against, and right then he realized how much skin on skin contact would threaten to ruin him.
With a turn, their positions were shifted again, this time moving to lay Natasha down on the bed, him hovering atop her, weight easily supported on his elbows. As the kiss was broken, he couldn't help looking down at her, hair splayed out, and his heart hammered with more ferocity. Nothing in life had ever looked as alluring before as she did right then. ]
Tell me I can have you.
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As if to prove that point, he caught her mouth and she couldn't help the soft moan that drifted between their lips - he tasted sweet, soft and light. Good. Pure. She let her hands smooth over his shoulders and around his neck, pressing eagerly closer even as he gathered her tighter in those magnificent arms.
Then almost before she realized it, Natasha found herself on her back in Steve's bed, the Captain above her, lifting his head to gaze down at her with a hunger she'd never seen in his eyes before. It sparked a surge of want low in her belly, and she hesitated not a whit to coil strong legs around Steve's hips, sliding the palms of her hands along his upper arms to cradle his face gently. ]
You can have me, Steve. [ She didn't have to think about it, weigh options, or even consider consequences. They had both hesitated long enough. Natasha gently drew his head down to hers, ghosting her lips over his. ]
Anywhere and everywhere...
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Everywhere. [ The repeated word fell heavy from his lips; muffled slightly when another kiss was placed, mouth acting with a growing hunger this time. The thought of waiting was both frustrating and a sweet form of torture. ] Over and over. [ A promise, more than anything else. All it had taken was these few moments alone with her to know that once wouldn't sate.
Need won out. His hips pressed down into her; the sweatpants he had worn for comfort did nothing to hide a growing arousal, rocking against Natasha with a slow release of breath. He was already hard for her; and not for the first time, even if that was knowledge he hadn't shared before. Hands slipped down to the material of her top, tugging it upwards. He wanted to see; to feel and taste. ]
You don't know... [ Even as he was working to strip her, his head turned, lips closer to her ear this time. There was something intimate in his tone. Not a whisper; but a hushed declaration, meant only for Natasha. ] How much I've thought about being in you.
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...over and over... [ A husky reiteration, as Steve hadn't been the only one to imagine how intimacy would manifest between the two of them, and Natasha had been left bereft and wanting in the aftermath of some of her more...risque daydreams. Now, with him atop her, rocking thick and heavy between her thighs, she knew that her dreams had paled in comparison to the reality. ]
Steve... [ It was a husky plea, a breathless prayer, and she immediately arched her back when he tugged at her shirt, lifting her arms to have it whisked over her head and discarded without another care. Soft satin and lace still covered her breasts, but nipples were already peaked and hard beneath the fabric. Her jeans felt too tight, abrasive against her skin, and as Steve's hands slid down her body, she wiggled her own between them to begin squirming out of them, hands falling slack and still as he whispered his fantasies in her ear. ]
...God, Steve... [ Turning her head slightly, she caught his mouth with hers again, kissing him soundly, deeply, parting her lips for his tongue, coaxing the slick muscle to coil with hers as she kicked out of her jeans, strong legs wantonly coiling around his hips once again and flexing to bring the bulge between his thighs into blatant contact with wet, slick heat. ]