[ There's an easy huff of laughter as she presses a kiss to his temple, only to pull away again. The silk robe falls easily down her arms and pools in the dip of the mattress made by their bodies, slipping down her back and the line of his arm. The clasp of her bra undone, she removes it by letting the shoulder straps fall first, then the rest is dropped over the edge of the bed; Natasha smiles, her hands settling at his waist now, the length of his tie hanging unevenly over the rise of her breasts. ]
This does feel familiar. [ Her thumbs hook into his beltloops. ] Next?
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This does feel familiar. [ Her thumbs hook into his beltloops. ] Next?