[Of all the people in the world Clara might turn to now, of everyone could spend this with, the only one she trusts is Nat. The only one she could possible trust to keep her safe, to keep Loki out, to keep her in the here and now where she's still in control of her own mind.
But Natasha's also the only one she trusts to lose that control. The only one she thinks she can risk letting go around. The tenderness steals her breath, catches it in her throat, makes her chest hitch in a way that isn't unlike crying. God, she can't do this, not without flying apart, without shattering into a thousand pieces--
The slide of her pajama bottoms--old, worn, familiar cotton--leaves her exposed and she shivers despite herself, eyes seeking out Nat in the dark and holding on to the sight of her. Her lips are like a godsend, soft spots of warmth against the chill of the room (it may not even be that cold really, everything's just cold now--like she's in alone in a place and too far from anything to get any warmth) and each one draws a soft little moan that still seems too loud in the air between them.
Her thigh trembles under Nat's touch, and her head falls back on the pillow, eyes squeezed shut before a dark face with bright eyes sneaks in and they fly open again, but Tasha's still here, still pressed against her, and she sighs, reaches a hand out and tangles it in that red hair]
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But Natasha's also the only one she trusts to lose that control. The only one she thinks she can risk letting go around. The tenderness steals her breath, catches it in her throat, makes her chest hitch in a way that isn't unlike crying. God, she can't do this, not without flying apart, without shattering into a thousand pieces--
The slide of her pajama bottoms--old, worn, familiar cotton--leaves her exposed and she shivers despite herself, eyes seeking out Nat in the dark and holding on to the sight of her. Her lips are like a godsend, soft spots of warmth against the chill of the room (it may not even be that cold really, everything's just cold now--like she's in alone in a place and too far from anything to get any warmth) and each one draws a soft little moan that still seems too loud in the air between them.
Her thigh trembles under Nat's touch, and her head falls back on the pillow, eyes squeezed shut before a dark face with bright eyes sneaks in and they fly open again, but Tasha's still here, still pressed against her, and she sighs, reaches a hand out and tangles it in that red hair]
Please--