Natasha honestly wasn’t sure how she felt about their relationship being public knowledge. On one hand it had been nice these past few days, holding his hand and not caring that people could see them, dancing in the rain without any care in the world. On the other, though, she was afraid; afraid that if everyone knew she would lose him, that somehow the world would find a way to take him from her. It was stupid, she knew that, and it wasn’t like everyone didn’t already suspect, but right now he was hers, all hers, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to share that, while at the same time she wanted everyone to see the claim she had made on him. It was all rather confusing.
Tomorrow. She could worry about it tomorrow. It was very had to worry about anything right now with him pressed so hard against her, his breath hot on her neck. He had actually lasted a lot longer than she had expected he would before he let his hands start roaming over her body, gravitating straight for one of his seemingly favourite features of her body.
She couldn’t seem to form an answer at his words, her answer something completely unintelligible.
Placing one hand on his chest, she pushed herself up to sit astride him, moaning loudly when the movement pushed the seam of her jeans even harder against her. With her free hand she scraped one nail lightly over the mark on his neck.
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Date: 2014-01-08 10:50 pm (UTC)From:Tomorrow. She could worry about it tomorrow. It was very had to worry about anything right now with him pressed so hard against her, his breath hot on her neck. He had actually lasted a lot longer than she had expected he would before he let his hands start roaming over her body, gravitating straight for one of his seemingly favourite features of her body.
She couldn’t seem to form an answer at his words, her answer something completely unintelligible.
Placing one hand on his chest, she pushed herself up to sit astride him, moaning loudly when the movement pushed the seam of her jeans even harder against her. With her free hand she scraped one nail lightly over the mark on his neck.