A possession is something Natasha never allowed herself to be, not since the Red Room. She belonged to no one, she was her own woman, but having Clint proclaim her as his gave her a certain thrill. She had willingly given him her heart, her body, and while her mind remained her own there was a certain part of her that wanted to be his, to be owned and possessed by the only person she could ever trust not to abuse it. She was his to do with as he pleased, because she knew he would never do anything she didn’t want. She was her own woman, but maybe she could also be his woman; his partner, his lover, his friend. His.
“All yours,” she murmured back, opening her eyes to look at him again as he shifted his position. His grip was strong, even as he shifted to one hand, but not too tight, not too confining. Then the true retaliation started when he began sucking and biting at he nipples much like she had done to him only minutes ago. Letting out a low moan she closed her eyes a moment and let herself get lost in the sensation before pulling herself together to continue the game, putting up another poor excuse for a struggle that wasn’t even close to even half-hearted.
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Date: 2014-10-05 12:28 pm (UTC)From:“All yours,” she murmured back, opening her eyes to look at him again as he shifted his position. His grip was strong, even as he shifted to one hand, but not too tight, not too confining. Then the true retaliation started when he began sucking and biting at he nipples much like she had done to him only minutes ago. Letting out a low moan she closed her eyes a moment and let herself get lost in the sensation before pulling herself together to continue the game, putting up another poor excuse for a struggle that wasn’t even close to even half-hearted.