[ (And that's the point, isn't it? The choice to trust, the choice to give and take — the choice to love, by however much you're able.)
Her weight shifting back to her knees, the dip in the bed makes her hips slot neatly against his. Natasha bites one last kiss before her attention shifts down, a hand looped around the fabric of his tie and she lightly tugs at it, encouraging him to sit up with her. ]
I think, [ she says, her hands carefully undoing the neat windsor knot of his tie. For all that it's easy between them, there's a playfulness in her eyes. ] People traditionally have homecoming sex. I could be wrong.
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Her weight shifting back to her knees, the dip in the bed makes her hips slot neatly against his. Natasha bites one last kiss before her attention shifts down, a hand looped around the fabric of his tie and she lightly tugs at it, encouraging him to sit up with her. ]
I think, [ she says, her hands carefully undoing the neat windsor knot of his tie. For all that it's easy between them, there's a playfulness in her eyes. ] People traditionally have homecoming sex. I could be wrong.