[ So she doesn't pull away. She just— talks to him, about nothing, about everything; I missed you, I'm sorry, I never meant to hurt you. They're things that sound empty but Natasha isn't lying, isn't using them as a vehicle to hold another agenda — she's sorry, and she's after his forgiveness. Because she was scared. Because they were both scared.
She kisses his throat, his jaw, his cheek. One eye, then the other, then his forehead, then his mouth. It's— not like her, that kiss. It's so soft, barely parting his lips with her tongue and tasting water, barely turning it rough and heated despite how close her body is to his.
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[ So she doesn't pull away. She just— talks to him, about nothing, about everything; I missed you, I'm sorry, I never meant to hurt you. They're things that sound empty but Natasha isn't lying, isn't using them as a vehicle to hold another agenda — she's sorry, and she's after his forgiveness. Because she was scared. Because they were both scared.
She kisses his throat, his jaw, his cheek. One eye, then the other, then his forehead, then his mouth. It's— not like her, that kiss. It's so soft, barely parting his lips with her tongue and tasting water, barely turning it rough and heated despite how close her body is to his.
She's— she's trying. ]