He might be lost but Natasha was sure as hell that she'd find him every time. Like now, her kisses read that she's in this with him, that this is more than just affection or reaffirmation. Natasha knows, she just doesn't want to believe that someone could love her nor that she could love someone back.
She knows she trusts him with her life, she knows she'll protect him and in return he'll protect her too, she knows there's no one else on this earth that means this much to her.
If that's love then she's just as lost as he feels.
She felt the corded muscle in his arms flex as he lifted her and she did immediately wrap her long legs around his waist, legs that have killed more men than any other weapon. Her deft fingers work at the buttons on his shirt, popping them open one by one until her hands found his skin and she slowly glided her hands over every inch.
A groan into his mouth as her back hits the wall, one hand presses onto the nearest surface, scattering oddities that only make sense in Natalie's life. A lamp hits the floor and glass smashes but it's insignificant to the feel of his lips and the muscle working under her hand.
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She knows she trusts him with her life, she knows she'll protect him and in return he'll protect her too, she knows there's no one else on this earth that means this much to her.
If that's love then she's just as lost as he feels.
She felt the corded muscle in his arms flex as he lifted her and she did immediately wrap her long legs around his waist, legs that have killed more men than any other weapon. Her deft fingers work at the buttons on his shirt, popping them open one by one until her hands found his skin and she slowly glided her hands over every inch.
A groan into his mouth as her back hits the wall, one hand presses onto the nearest surface, scattering oddities that only make sense in Natalie's life. A lamp hits the floor and glass smashes but it's insignificant to the feel of his lips and the muscle working under her hand.