[She murmurs softly as he pulls her closer, nosing into her hair and she smiles against his chest. This is good, the way she feels as long as he's touching her, as long as she can hold onto him. Natasha humming quietly in appreciation as his fingers trace up over her spine, the bumps of her vertebrae through thin skin as her own hands slide up against his sides.
He shifts, moving in for another kiss and she's about to meet him when there's sound from the doorway. She's not even thinking about it when her hands shift to hold onto him tighter, but it's just one of the medical staff. Clearly the gym was a bad place for this, but she sighs, reaching up and curling fingers at the back of his neck, trying to be reassuring given the way he growls and the poor medtech seems notably worried under the weight of Bucky's scowl.
She understands it, honestly. Because she can't stomach the thought of letting go of him, giving him up even if she knows it's for a good cause. He's under her skin and she wants him, like letting go would be physically painful. But she leans up, nips softly against his collar, something that's half reassurance and half a please don't frighten the medical staff.]
You can reschedule him for tomorrow, right?
[Her tone is certainly more personable than Bucky's, but there's still an undertone that saying no is probably still inadvisable. They need to get out of here and somewhere without interruptions. Her room, she thinks.]
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He shifts, moving in for another kiss and she's about to meet him when there's sound from the doorway. She's not even thinking about it when her hands shift to hold onto him tighter, but it's just one of the medical staff. Clearly the gym was a bad place for this, but she sighs, reaching up and curling fingers at the back of his neck, trying to be reassuring given the way he growls and the poor medtech seems notably worried under the weight of Bucky's scowl.
She understands it, honestly. Because she can't stomach the thought of letting go of him, giving him up even if she knows it's for a good cause. He's under her skin and she wants him, like letting go would be physically painful. But she leans up, nips softly against his collar, something that's half reassurance and half a please don't frighten the medical staff.]
You can reschedule him for tomorrow, right?
[Her tone is certainly more personable than Bucky's, but there's still an undertone that saying no is probably still inadvisable. They need to get out of here and somewhere without interruptions. Her room, she thinks.]