( This is what it feels like when the desperation runs out ; when reality hits that they're alone and there's no war to fight and they're both breathing and smiling and content.
Sometimes it's just nice to take things slowly and enjoy every inch of her skin, the taste of her mouth, relearning the brush of her lips.
It's, it's okay to want slow and steady, it's good.
His hand trails down to her thigh, the bend of her knee, pulling her leg up to wrap it around his waist. She's giving him more than he could ask for, she's letting him treat her like she's expensive china but he's certain that's because of the whole 'eyes closed' deal.
Natasha is anything but fragile.
But he turns them slowly and when he presses her back into the tiled wall it's with one hand bracing her shoulder to keep the shock of the cold away from her warm skin. He likes her warm, pliant, comfortable. )
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Sometimes it's just nice to take things slowly and enjoy every inch of her skin, the taste of her mouth, relearning the brush of her lips.
It's, it's okay to want slow and steady, it's good.
His hand trails down to her thigh, the bend of her knee, pulling her leg up to wrap it around his waist. She's giving him more than he could ask for, she's letting him treat her like she's expensive china but he's certain that's because of the whole 'eyes closed' deal.
Natasha is anything but fragile.
But he turns them slowly and when he presses her back into the tiled wall it's with one hand bracing her shoulder to keep the shock of the cold away from her warm skin. He likes her warm, pliant, comfortable. )