We all masturbate, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's also something most prefer to keep private. But sometimes, people forget to knock while we're in the middle of things, and awkwardness ensues.
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➊ EMBARRASSMENT Yeah, someone just caught you in a very private act and you kind of wish the ground would swallow you up. Now.
➋ ANGER How dare someone barge in on you without knocking! You'll give them a piece of your mind right now.
➌ EXCITEMENT/EXHIBITIONISM happens to be a major turn-on for you, so you'll just continue. Maybe even ask them to give you a hand, you never know...
➍ APATHY Big deal, it's not like they've been living in a bubble where they never knew masturbation existed, and if they were they had to find out about it sometime.
➎ SQUICK Either it was a family member who just walked in on you or you just feel so utterly dirty at having been caught doing something so personal.
➏ DELAYED reaction You didn't even notice they were there until after you finished.
➐ DERAILED REACTION Oh no you've been--what is that on their head? Wait, the world's ending now? D-did you just see that unicorn? Worry about being caught later, figure out what the hell is going on first.
➑ FRUSTRATION COME ON, EVERY TIME!
➒ RELIEF Thank GOODNESS someone came by! Otherwise you'd have had to stop and go grab that toy/pillow/remote for the annoying stereo yourself. Also they could maybe swap discs because this movie isn't really doing it for you. What do you mean it's inappropriate? It's not like you're asking them to watch.
[Is he finished? How could he now with her here? He'd been thinking of not much else than getting himself off and finished as soon as he could. Now that she was here, he'd be thinking about her. He couldn't stop it if even tried. Images of her, the way he'd seen her before, naked and vulnerable (not that that was something he wanted sexually, but seeing her in such a state made him feel some sort of...intimacy between them) and in hot tubs and other ways would flood his mind. They had already flooded his mind, and now the blood was flooding elsewhere and...]
I can be done soon. Two minutes, really. I just...I'll be right out.
[The idea of saying "you could wait in the kitchen" crossed his mind, but he had no doubts that that would come across the absolute wrong way. She could wait in the living room. She could wait in a guest room. She could wait on the ceiling, because she could probably climb up it like a spider with her strength and skills. But two minutes, even less, and he'd be fine. Fine and back in business, nap having helped him recharge.]
( she really can't help it; this situation .. it's awkward, for him, but she doesn't feel a lot on her end. surprised. interested. a little bit confused as to why he's still flustered (it's just being naked, after all?). but he's seen her naked before, she's seen him close to being so, what is all the fuss? and now they're standing in his bedroom with his erection under a blanket (talk about an elephant in the room) talking about his masturbatory habits.
hell, if that's not friendship, she wasn't sure what was. no, really, what is friendship. )
Do you want me to stay? Would that help?
( if she thinks twice before offering, it's because of his reaction (namely when she showed up drunk and naked at his apartment) rather than the ramifications of her words. she's not really flirting, though her voice does have a purr to it. no, she's asking. )
[Justin would not compare his dick to an elephant. That was something porn stars could get away with, but not someone as average as Justin Hammer (not that he was complaining, a dick seven or more inches long would seem like a pain in the ass when it came to find pants loose enough in the front).
But there she stands, and there Justin sits, having awkwardly pulled the covers up to hide said not at all elephant-sized elephant in the room. He had thought, at first, that she was frozen by the strangeness of it all. But then she started talking.
Do you want to stay?
So he could what? Look at her and get a great outline or a perfect body to finish himself off?
Or, can I help?
Good God, she was going to kill him. He was going to have a heart attack.]
H...help?
[Help how? He wanted to know. He wanted to ask. But Justin had always believed that actions spoke louder than words. Show, not tell. And while he was hesitant to let that blanket even slip an inch, he managed a few more than that. Not enough to bare himself entirely, but enough that she could grab a hold of part of it to tug down on her own.]
( she can clearly tell he thinks she's crazy. it's written all over his (obviously aroused) face. and if the situation wasn't already so awkward, she might have actually said something more - did he honestly think she said things that she didn't mean or that she was teasing him? things were already bad enough, it wasn't exactly the time for teasing.
if she wanted to tease, she definitely could.
instead of bothering to explain, she crossed the room and settled herself on the bed next to him. it may surprise him that she didn't move to uncover him -- not yet. instead she reached for his arm, hesitating for a millisecond before pressing her hand against shirt. it was better that he get acclimated to her touch before she try and touch anywhere more intimate.
moving her hand up his arm in gentle wave motion, she trailed her fingers down his chest, pausing for a moment at the edge of the blanket to flick her eyes up to meet his. then she gently moved it aside, touch firm, face impassive.
after that it's simple enough for her to lean in close to him and press one hand against his chest (monitoring his heart rate) while the other grips his already-erect and weeping cock, stroking firmly and at the pace she'd observed once she walked in the room and interrupted.
hey. she'd had a long time to look. he was fairly engrossed in himself, ok? )
[Before they had gotten to know each in some capacity (because he never thought she was the kind of person to let anyone know too much, much less something she didn't want them to know), Justin's heart rate would have soared straight through the roof. He knew what she could do, he knew how damn strong she was, what should could do with that strength. But he could tell that he had nothing to fear. Her hand over his chest got a deep breath out of him, but nothing more. And, God, but she was touching him, and could a day go from horrible to amazing in a manner of seconds? Apparently it could, because it just did.
His eyes wandered to the scene before him, taking in the fact of the matter that yes, yes, this was happening. He should have let his head fall back, really. But that would seem a bit like he was less interested in her doing it than getting it done altogether, wouldn't it? And he didn't want that.
There was a deep, shaky sigh at her ministrations, that hand on his chest making it somehow far more real than it would have been otherwise. Trying to keep his hips still was impossible, and soon he was slowly rolling them up into her hand. And, because that wasn't enough participation in general and he thought she wouldn't find it unpleasant, he lifted his hand to run through her hair somewhat, eyes nearly dilated with lust.]
( natasha sighed against his, wetting parted lips with a flick of her tongue. for the first few moments, she hadn't been certain where to look; at her hand? instead her gaze settled on his face, enjoying the various emotions from wonder to genuine pleasure. he really wasn't demanding, was he? it was nice to know that he was easy to please.
and it was pleasing to please him, surprisingly enough.
swiping her thumb over the head of his member and gathering the precum there to use as lubrication, she paid extra attention in her next few strokes to his sensitive head and frenulum, gentle as she was demanding. the first touch of his hand in her hair caught her by surprise and she stiffened for a moment, before relaxing and tilting her head into his hand.
she had to laugh at his words. ]
So I can do something like this? You'll be spoiled. ( she purred, brushing her lips against the inside of his wrist. ) Maybe I'm spoiling you now.
[Easy to please? Maybe. Justin had a lived a life where he could have anything he wanted, so it was safe to say that, at some point, he'd been a little not so easy to please. With fancy dinners that could make or break a contract, he had been picky. Not picky in a way that made him come across as a jackass, but picky about where they chose, looking up the chefs and how well they knew their dishes. Asking the sommeliers questions beforehand to make sure they knew their shit. He couldn't afford to screw things up if the fish was overcooked, the pasta undercooked, or anything tiny that could go wrong. He was a billionaire, and it would reflect very poorly if he picked an expensive restaurant that didn't deliver what was promised.
He had to wonder, briefly, how many times she'd done the same exact thing. Not in general, not in the romantic sense, but in her line of work. Her body was killer, not just in the sense that she could probably disarm and break a person's neck in four places without working up a sweat. Her face was hardly sweet, but the way she kept her figure...Justin couldn't imagine she never had a job where her body wasn't required for less than savory things.
It wasn't something he wanted to dwell on. It was too sad, as far as he was concerned, and he hardly felt like being sad at such a time as this. The way she looked as she kissed his wrist, her hand steadily getting him to a point where talking wouldn't be an option? That was what he wanted to remember, not how he thought of a line of work that probably left her scarred and wondering if she was even a person anymore and not just on call for doing things that no one else could.
The idea of spoiling him in such a way was definitely a good one. But it would have to be returned in multitude. He wouldn't just expect her to give and him to take. Whatever she could ask of him that he could possibly do, he'd do. Not just buying her things her salary made impossible to afford. But anything sexual he could pull off...well, he couldn't say the idea hadn't run through his mind before, because it definitely had.]
Only if you let me spoil you back. [Quickly growing breathless, he didn't bother to hide how much she was appreciated, thumb rubbing over her cheek as he rolled up a little quicker into her hand.] Come over whenever you want. For anything.
( whether or not she'd done this before - that wasn't a line of thought he wanted to continue, or a road she wanted to go down with him. it was part of her work, sometimes. occasionally, it snuck into relationships outside of work (other people might call them friendships). she'd never mistaken sex as anything more than sex, however. sometimes it was a means to an end, but it only meant something when it meant something and she got to decide.
she had yet to decide what this would mean. did mean.
at the moment, it meant that it was time to devote her time and energy to him, regardless of his insistence of talking about her. it was almost admirable, really, how he was doing more than just moaning and carrying on as if he'd never been touched by a woman before. )
If I tell you I will, will you be quiet? ( her words might have a bite but her smile betrays her real intent. enjoy, relax, it's a gift, Hammer. no ulterior motives, no games, she's being nice or trying to. and as if she was going to leave it up to him, her hand sped up markedly, setting a pace that was certain to drive all thought out of his head. )
[Justin wasn't going to push for answers to questions he himself didn't even want to think about. He hadn't spent much time thinking about whatever it was they were doing, what the proper label was, what it actually meant. He'd thought about her, specifically, of course. He'd wondered how she was settling into her new apartment and if she used the pool often, he wondered if she was there or out on some mission...he wondered about her a lot. What she was doing and how she was, but nothing that involved her and him in the same equation.
Of course, with a mind like his, Justin could think about forty things at once. She wasn't special, but she wasn't a throwaway thought, either.
The idea of not talking had merit. Justin talked enough with his work that he tried to be as quiet as he could whenever he got him. Sure, he talked to himself out loud when he was thinking about something and couldn't quite work through it, but unless someone else was around? He was generally pretty quiet. She wanted him to be quiet now—verbally, he imagined, not vocally. He nodded slightly, lips quirking up in a small grin as he decided that she already had a good grip on him, why not let her take control of everything else?
So he didn't say anything, but there was plenty of sounds to indicate that he wasn't just enjoying it, but enjoying it thoroughly. It was one of the strangest hand jobs he'd ever gotten, but by God was he going to enjoy it. His hand moved over her neck before sliding it in her hair, gripping her tightly as he broke his relative silence only to say:] Almost there.
( she'd be lying to herself if she didn't admit that she thought about him. at least a little bit. sometimes she'd be flying out to the other side of creation on a mission where she might die and she thought about sending him a text, asking him to take care of her plants. there were a few times when she'd been in a tight spot and she'd considered if he'd notice her absence if she didn't come back next time. sometimes she thought about stupid things - his hands, how warm he was, the stupid way he could cut up onions without blinking but flinched whenever she put her gun and knives on the table.
it was weird. natasha wasn't sure she liked it.
now that he was quiet, though, she had an opportunity to study him, up close and personal (what could be more personal?). for someone who could be so damn awkward, the noises he was making were enticing and she found her lips parting, tongue flicking out to wet them --for what? a kiss?
he hadn't kissed her. did he not want to kiss her? was she freaking out about it? no. she didn't freak out about things like this. right? right. no freaking out about justin hammer and his handjob and no kissing. let's just focus on the curve of his lips and the shape of his jaw and those things, nodding at acknowledge his words as her hand moves a tad faster, hopefully enough to tug him over the edge. )
It may not have been the smartest of ideas, but Justin had to confess he'd done some dumb things in his life. He'd installed a special feature in the alarm system of her apartment that gave him a notification whenever it was opened. There was no camera to say who opened it, but if she was gone for long amounts of time, he'd worry. It wasn't until he knew she'd gotten back to her place (although he paid for it, it was still hers) that any tension he'd been feeling about what she may have been away for too long. He wasn't sure if she had come across it, though he'd hidden it extremely well. If she had and said nothing about it, he would feel that it was still a win. He'd put something in there, she'd found it, she'd realized what it was, and she hadn't disabled it. If that was the case, he assumed she either felt obligated to keep it in or, perhaps...found it endearing.
She didn't want him to speak, so he wouldn't. But, God, when his eyes opened just slightly, when he saw her tongue flicking out, that was enough. More than enough, really, because he hadn't realized his orgasm had overtaken him until he felt it splatter against his shirt, giving it more weight than it had before. There was something oddly enticing about her lips, and it wasn't just because she was a beautiful woman and the things a beautiful woman could do with practiced lips were the stuff of wet dreams. It was Natasha herself. Everything about her was enticing, from her body to the way she spoke, to the fact of the matter that he knew that, in regards to her, he knew what she would let him and nothing more. Perhaps, one day down the road, she'd tell him more. But he had no intentions of pressing. If she never volunteered much more information than he already had, that was perfectly fine.
"Christ."
It's all he had time for as he looks down to see himself a mess, to see her hand on his cock, to be thankful that he'd worn his glasses as opposed to taking them off before attending to himself. That hand in her hair moved to the back of her neck, his hand going to her waist. He had every intention of pulling her into his lap and kissing her like he should have done before, all desire and passion and want. Fiercely, but not with the bumbling behind it of an overly eager teenager or young adult who was just so excited to have some form of sex when he lacked finesse in every way.
In all honesty, Natasha hadn't discovered that 'special' feature of her alarm yet; because she hadn't looked at the alarm too closely. It was a measure of trust. She'd made a few modifications of her own, on the surface level, and hooked it up to the computer system she'd been using lately (that she'd programmed), but she hadn't looked at it below the surface. The fact that she was even allowing him to have any part in her safety was a huge sign of trust, not that she was going to emphasize that fact to him or anyone.
Oddly enough, his orgasm took her by surprise and her mouth formed a slight 'oh', though not because she was off guard. It was just so quickly, not that she hadn't been aware it was coming. Finishing him off in a few more strokes, she didn't hesitate to wipe her hand on his pants, eyes on his face. Gorgeous, just the way the stress smoothed out of his face and the way he relaxed his shoulders, as if that was all he needed to be all right, to be fine. Except, now he was looking at her as if -- as if he needed her and not in the way you needed someone to have and to hold, but in the way that a man wanted to push a woman down on a bed a show her how much he needed her.
The hand that had been on his chest curled in his shirt, forseeing the next few seconds. In a frenzy, she tugged his shirt over his head, tossing it aside on the floor and settling herself in his lap with little regard for his personal space, lips crashing against his as she snakes her arms around his neck. He's warm, something that she hadn't been expecting (what, had she been thinking he was cold blooded?), and his lips were soft.. Gently, one of her hands wound in his hair, attempting to encourage him to pull her close.
It wasn't until he felt her lips on his that he realized he'd forgotten to get rid of his glasses. One hand removed them, tumbling over the nightstand and knocking against the wall as it settled on the floor. He doubted it would get scratched, but he was wealthy enough to afford a new pair. Hell, he had extra pairs in his house. He liked things neat and tidy, definitely, but when he had her in his lap and wanting to be there, well...a pair of glasses was hardly a hefty price to pay.
If she wanted his shirt off, she'd get just that. He didn't play coy or need any real encouragement other than her tugging at it for him to get the message. He didn't know where it landed and didn't need to know. It was off, and she had a hand in his hair and wasn't at all laughing at him or asking who he thought he was. It only made him want her even more, if such a thing was possible, and he found himself arching into her, pressing himself against her without any hint of shame. For every urge he had to get even more intimate, the urge to roll her over and push her down into the mattress wasn't all that great. It was more about what she wanted than anything else, and he was perfectly content to have her just where she was, as long as he could get his hands over her.
That he was definitely more exposed than she was had little bearing on the whole thing.
"You have a good day?" he asked lightly as he broke away for air, giving her a little lopsided grin as he did so. She didn't want him to speak, but it was only polite to ask, wasn't it? He hadn't exactly done it before, but he was teasing more than anything else.
Of course, if she wanted to talk, he'd be open to it. She just never came across as the type.
This felt personal, whether she liked it or not. Whether she wanted to admit it or not. She couldn't get it out of her head that she was kissing Justin Hammer; not just a man, not an acquaintance or someone on business, or Clint or anyone else -- but Hammer. The idiot who'd bought her an apartment because hers had been embarrassing, the one who made her waffles and mayonnaise, the same Justin Hammer who would answer her drunk texts with surprising panache and rescue her from the hot tub when she was naked and too drunk to make it to bed.
It felt like more than friendship and she couldn't quantify that at the moment. It was much easier to press against him like the world was tearing apart, her fingers finding purchase in his shoulders (albeit gently) as she twitched her hips into his lap and pulled herself the rest of the way into his arms.
"Christ, Hammer," she growled when he broke away, voice edging between amused and frustrated. "Hasn't anyone told you that your mouth will get you in trouble? I know it already has."
Besides, they're a bit past the whole "let's talk about the weather" stage.
Stroking down his arms, she presses her hands against the top of his, guiding them to the waistline of her shirt and depositing them there -- mostly to see what he'd do. He hadn't absolutely ravished her yet, so she had to give him pointers for self control.
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I can be done soon. Two minutes, really. I just...I'll be right out.
[The idea of saying "you could wait in the kitchen" crossed his mind, but he had no doubts that that would come across the absolute wrong way. She could wait in the living room. She could wait in a guest room. She could wait on the ceiling, because she could probably climb up it like a spider with her strength and skills. But two minutes, even less, and he'd be fine. Fine and back in business, nap having helped him recharge.]
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hell, if that's not friendship, she wasn't sure what was.
no, really, what is friendship.)Do you want me to stay? Would that help?
( if she thinks twice before offering, it's because of his reaction (namely when she showed up drunk and naked at his apartment) rather than the ramifications of her words. she's not really flirting, though her voice does have a purr to it. no, she's asking. )
Or, can I help?
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But there she stands, and there Justin sits, having awkwardly pulled the covers up to hide said not at all elephant-sized elephant in the room. He had thought, at first, that she was frozen by the strangeness of it all. But then she started talking.
Do you want to stay?
So he could what? Look at her and get a great outline or a perfect body to finish himself off?
Or, can I help?
Good God, she was going to kill him. He was going to have a heart attack.]
H...help?
[Help how? He wanted to know. He wanted to ask. But Justin had always believed that actions spoke louder than words. Show, not tell. And while he was hesitant to let that blanket even slip an inch, he managed a few more than that. Not enough to bare himself entirely, but enough that she could grab a hold of part of it to tug down on her own.]
I'm not objecting.
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if she wanted to tease, she definitely could.
instead of bothering to explain, she crossed the room and settled herself on the bed next to him. it may surprise him that she didn't move to uncover him -- not yet. instead she reached for his arm, hesitating for a millisecond before pressing her hand against shirt. it was better that he get acclimated to her touch before she try and touch anywhere more intimate.
moving her hand up his arm in gentle wave motion, she trailed her fingers down his chest, pausing for a moment at the edge of the blanket to flick her eyes up to meet his. then she gently moved it aside, touch firm, face impassive.
after that it's simple enough for her to lean in close to him and press one hand against his chest (monitoring his heart rate) while the other grips his already-erect and weeping cock, stroking firmly and at the pace she'd observed once she walked in the room and interrupted.
hey. she'd had a long time to look. he was fairly engrossed in himself, ok? )
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His eyes wandered to the scene before him, taking in the fact of the matter that yes, yes, this was happening. He should have let his head fall back, really. But that would seem a bit like he was less interested in her doing it than getting it done altogether, wouldn't it? And he didn't want that.
There was a deep, shaky sigh at her ministrations, that hand on his chest making it somehow far more real than it would have been otherwise. Trying to keep his hips still was impossible, and soon he was slowly rolling them up into her hand. And, because that wasn't enough participation in general and he thought she wouldn't find it unpleasant, he lifted his hand to run through her hair somewhat, eyes nearly dilated with lust.]
You should come—ah—over more.
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and it was pleasing to please him, surprisingly enough.
swiping her thumb over the head of his member and gathering the precum there to use as lubrication, she paid extra attention in her next few strokes to his sensitive head and frenulum, gentle as she was demanding. the first touch of his hand in her hair caught her by surprise and she stiffened for a moment, before relaxing and tilting her head into his hand.
she had to laugh at his words. ]
So I can do something like this? You'll be spoiled. ( she purred, brushing her lips against the inside of his wrist. ) Maybe I'm spoiling you now.
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He had to wonder, briefly, how many times she'd done the same exact thing. Not in general, not in the romantic sense, but in her line of work. Her body was killer, not just in the sense that she could probably disarm and break a person's neck in four places without working up a sweat. Her face was hardly sweet, but the way she kept her figure...Justin couldn't imagine she never had a job where her body wasn't required for less than savory things.
It wasn't something he wanted to dwell on. It was too sad, as far as he was concerned, and he hardly felt like being sad at such a time as this. The way she looked as she kissed his wrist, her hand steadily getting him to a point where talking wouldn't be an option? That was what he wanted to remember, not how he thought of a line of work that probably left her scarred and wondering if she was even a person anymore and not just on call for doing things that no one else could.
The idea of spoiling him in such a way was definitely a good one. But it would have to be returned in multitude. He wouldn't just expect her to give and him to take. Whatever she could ask of him that he could possibly do, he'd do. Not just buying her things her salary made impossible to afford. But anything sexual he could pull off...well, he couldn't say the idea hadn't run through his mind before, because it definitely had.]
Only if you let me spoil you back. [Quickly growing breathless, he didn't bother to hide how much she was appreciated, thumb rubbing over her cheek as he rolled up a little quicker into her hand.] Come over whenever you want. For anything.
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she had yet to decide what this would mean. did mean.
at the moment, it meant that it was time to devote her time and energy to him, regardless of his insistence of talking about her. it was almost admirable, really, how he was doing more than just moaning and carrying on as if he'd never been touched by a woman before. )
If I tell you I will, will you be quiet? ( her words might have a bite but her smile betrays her real intent. enjoy, relax, it's a gift, Hammer. no ulterior motives, no games, she's being nice or trying to. and as if she was going to leave it up to him, her hand sped up markedly, setting a pace that was certain to drive all thought out of his head. )
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Of course, with a mind like his, Justin could think about forty things at once. She wasn't special, but she wasn't a throwaway thought, either.
The idea of not talking had merit. Justin talked enough with his work that he tried to be as quiet as he could whenever he got him. Sure, he talked to himself out loud when he was thinking about something and couldn't quite work through it, but unless someone else was around? He was generally pretty quiet. She wanted him to be quiet now—verbally, he imagined, not vocally. He nodded slightly, lips quirking up in a small grin as he decided that she already had a good grip on him, why not let her take control of everything else?
So he didn't say anything, but there was plenty of sounds to indicate that he wasn't just enjoying it, but enjoying it thoroughly. It was one of the strangest hand jobs he'd ever gotten, but by God was he going to enjoy it. His hand moved over her neck before sliding it in her hair, gripping her tightly as he broke his relative silence only to say:] Almost there.
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it was weird. natasha wasn't sure she liked it.
now that he was quiet, though, she had an opportunity to study him, up close and personal (what could be more personal?). for someone who could be so damn awkward, the noises he was making were enticing and she found her lips parting, tongue flicking out to wet them --for what? a kiss?
he hadn't kissed her. did he not want to kiss her? was she freaking out about it? no. she didn't freak out about things like this. right? right. no freaking out about justin hammer and his handjob and no kissing. let's just focus on the curve of his lips and the shape of his jaw and those things, nodding at acknowledge his words as her hand moves a tad faster, hopefully enough to tug him over the edge. )
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She didn't want him to speak, so he wouldn't. But, God, when his eyes opened just slightly, when he saw her tongue flicking out, that was enough. More than enough, really, because he hadn't realized his orgasm had overtaken him until he felt it splatter against his shirt, giving it more weight than it had before. There was something oddly enticing about her lips, and it wasn't just because she was a beautiful woman and the things a beautiful woman could do with practiced lips were the stuff of wet dreams. It was Natasha herself. Everything about her was enticing, from her body to the way she spoke, to the fact of the matter that he knew that, in regards to her, he knew what she would let him and nothing more. Perhaps, one day down the road, she'd tell him more. But he had no intentions of pressing. If she never volunteered much more information than he already had, that was perfectly fine.
"Christ."
It's all he had time for as he looks down to see himself a mess, to see her hand on his cock, to be thankful that he'd worn his glasses as opposed to taking them off before attending to himself. That hand in her hair moved to the back of her neck, his hand going to her waist. He had every intention of pulling her into his lap and kissing her like he should have done before, all desire and passion and want. Fiercely, but not with the bumbling behind it of an overly eager teenager or young adult who was just so excited to have some form of sex when he lacked finesse in every way.
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Oddly enough, his orgasm took her by surprise and her mouth formed a slight 'oh', though not because she was off guard. It was just so quickly, not that she hadn't been aware it was coming. Finishing him off in a few more strokes, she didn't hesitate to wipe her hand on his pants, eyes on his face. Gorgeous, just the way the stress smoothed out of his face and the way he relaxed his shoulders, as if that was all he needed to be all right, to be fine. Except, now he was looking at her as if -- as if he needed her and not in the way you needed someone to have and to hold, but in the way that a man wanted to push a woman down on a bed a show her how much he needed her.
The hand that had been on his chest curled in his shirt, forseeing the next few seconds. In a frenzy, she tugged his shirt over his head, tossing it aside on the floor and settling herself in his lap with little regard for his personal space, lips crashing against his as she snakes her arms around his neck. He's warm, something that she hadn't been expecting (what, had she been thinking he was cold blooded?), and his lips were soft.. Gently, one of her hands wound in his hair, attempting to encourage him to pull her close.
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If she wanted his shirt off, she'd get just that. He didn't play coy or need any real encouragement other than her tugging at it for him to get the message. He didn't know where it landed and didn't need to know. It was off, and she had a hand in his hair and wasn't at all laughing at him or asking who he thought he was. It only made him want her even more, if such a thing was possible, and he found himself arching into her, pressing himself against her without any hint of shame. For every urge he had to get even more intimate, the urge to roll her over and push her down into the mattress wasn't all that great. It was more about what she wanted than anything else, and he was perfectly content to have her just where she was, as long as he could get his hands over her.
That he was definitely more exposed than she was had little bearing on the whole thing.
"You have a good day?" he asked lightly as he broke away for air, giving her a little lopsided grin as he did so. She didn't want him to speak, but it was only polite to ask, wasn't it? He hadn't exactly done it before, but he was teasing more than anything else.
Of course, if she wanted to talk, he'd be open to it. She just never came across as the type.
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It felt like more than friendship and she couldn't quantify that at the moment. It was much easier to press against him like the world was tearing apart, her fingers finding purchase in his shoulders (albeit gently) as she twitched her hips into his lap and pulled herself the rest of the way into his arms.
"Christ, Hammer," she growled when he broke away, voice edging between amused and frustrated. "Hasn't anyone told you that your mouth will get you in trouble? I know it already has."
Besides, they're a bit past the whole "let's talk about the weather" stage.
Stroking down his arms, she presses her hands against the top of his, guiding them to the waistline of her shirt and depositing them there -- mostly to see what he'd do. He hadn't absolutely ravished her yet, so she had to give him pointers for self control.