[ It's been too long. Everything feels familiar and raw and new at the same time -- the way her laugh breathes warm against the inside of Natasha's thigh, the way Sif's mouth feels, the way her finger presses in. Natasha's head tips back with a low moan, made so much louder than she normally is by the acoustics of the glass stall, the kind of American vulgarity she doesn't employ because that's not the way she was shaped when she was new and claylike. A hand drapes slowly up the curve of Sif's neck, gathers hair messily, like an anchor rather than a courtesy.
Natasha can't help the involuntary clench, the shudder that ripples to the tips of her toes.
Her voice bleeds arousal, the hoarseness to it, the roughness to her consonants: ]
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[ It's been too long. Everything feels familiar and raw and new at the same time -- the way her laugh breathes warm against the inside of Natasha's thigh, the way Sif's mouth feels, the way her finger presses in. Natasha's head tips back with a low moan, made so much louder than she normally is by the acoustics of the glass stall, the kind of American vulgarity she doesn't employ because that's not the way she was shaped when she was new and claylike. A hand drapes slowly up the curve of Sif's neck, gathers hair messily, like an anchor rather than a courtesy.
Natasha can't help the involuntary clench, the shudder that ripples to the tips of her toes.
Her voice bleeds arousal, the hoarseness to it, the roughness to her consonants: ]
I want you to do whatever you want to.