[ Her palms skate up his thighs, nails biting into his hips. She presses a kiss to the jutt of his hipbone, licks around it as she strokes him lightly, the water making it only just a little easier. ]
One day.
[ Agreement. Or just being realistic, maybe. Natasha smiles and presses a kiss to the inside of his thigh, bites at tender flesh with her teeth. A little bit of push and pull, pain and pleasure; two sides, same coin. ]
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One day.
[ Agreement. Or just being realistic, maybe. Natasha smiles and presses a kiss to the inside of his thigh, bites at tender flesh with her teeth. A little bit of push and pull, pain and pleasure; two sides, same coin. ]
But not today.