Natasha nodded at his words and said no more; nothing more needed to be said. Over the years they had developed their own language, their own way of talking, that nobody around them could possibly understand. What sounded like a simple conversation to everyone else often held a hidden, deeper meaning. What they hadn’t said had still been clearly expressed and understood and could be put behind them.
The groaning only made her dig her nails in a little harder, filing away that reaction for later. He was always so patient, methodical and precise in the field, and she loved that she could make him lose control in any way, even if it was merely an involuntary noise.
Letting him pull her up to sit, she raised her arms over her head so he could easily remove her shirt. Placing her hands on the mattress behind her she leaned her weight back on them, not the least bit shy or embarrassed as his eyes traveled over her naked flesh. “Are you sure you didn’t just really, really miss these?” Natasha asked playfully, shimmying to make her breasts bounce.
She didn’t move as he almost reverently trailed his hands down her body, just watched the storm of desire in his eyes. She loved the feel of his calloused hands on her skin, somehow both rough and gentle at once, and only when he captured her lips again with his did she shift her weight to one arm and allow herself to touch him again, fingers teasing the soft hairs at the nape of his neck.
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Date: 2013-03-02 01:02 pm (UTC)From:The groaning only made her dig her nails in a little harder, filing away that reaction for later. He was always so patient, methodical and precise in the field, and she loved that she could make him lose control in any way, even if it was merely an involuntary noise.
Letting him pull her up to sit, she raised her arms over her head so he could easily remove her shirt. Placing her hands on the mattress behind her she leaned her weight back on them, not the least bit shy or embarrassed as his eyes traveled over her naked flesh. “Are you sure you didn’t just really, really miss these?” Natasha asked playfully, shimmying to make her breasts bounce.
She didn’t move as he almost reverently trailed his hands down her body, just watched the storm of desire in his eyes. She loved the feel of his calloused hands on her skin, somehow both rough and gentle at once, and only when he captured her lips again with his did she shift her weight to one arm and allow herself to touch him again, fingers teasing the soft hairs at the nape of his neck.