Tasha caught his look, noted she'd probably gone to far but her reasoning was valid. How far did you push in a situation like this? When you had no grasp on what you were feeling, when you didn't understand what it all meant, how it meant to fall in love or be in love. She lent, pressing lips to his softly in an apology, hand trailing softly up his neck, running along his jaw.
Finding her vantage point had changed again, on her back where it felt familiar to both her and Natalia except this time Natasha was in charge of everything. She trusted him, it was evident with how compliant she was and to admit that was to give up her control and power, which is why she didn't say that word, but just watched him, hands in his hair, smoothing it down and ruffling it back up over and over.
Her back arched slowly at how rough his voice sounded and those words, it hit her like a train and she couldn't help the soft groan that slipped out as his lips pressed against her skin with every notch of the zipper. Slithers of Russian followed, never fully vocalized, just half words from her jumbled mind. She couldn't remember a time when someone treated her like she was something rare and fragile, only remembered hot kisses and tangled sheets, this was something else that was new and different. Natalia remembered times gone by, but those were Her memories and Natasha didn't want to know the details, wanted this to be the first time, wanted to remember this for her own benefit.
"Clint" His name came out more whiny then she wanted it to be, felt foolish afterwards, tugging on his hair softly. "Need more, this.. I'm not going to break"
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Finding her vantage point had changed again, on her back where it felt familiar to both her and Natalia except this time Natasha was in charge of everything. She trusted him, it was evident with how compliant she was and to admit that was to give up her control and power, which is why she didn't say that word, but just watched him, hands in his hair, smoothing it down and ruffling it back up over and over.
Her back arched slowly at how rough his voice sounded and those words, it hit her like a train and she couldn't help the soft groan that slipped out as his lips pressed against her skin with every notch of the zipper. Slithers of Russian followed, never fully vocalized, just half words from her jumbled mind. She couldn't remember a time when someone treated her like she was something rare and fragile, only remembered hot kisses and tangled sheets, this was something else that was new and different. Natalia remembered times gone by, but those were Her memories and Natasha didn't want to know the details, wanted this to be the first time, wanted to remember this for her own benefit.
"Clint" His name came out more whiny then she wanted it to be, felt foolish afterwards, tugging on his hair softly. "Need more, this.. I'm not going to break"