[ Lights off! Missionary! A half-assed orgasm after a frustratingly lackluster attempt at oral sex! It could have been such a wonderful world.
No dice. Instead, Tony steps closer. Those things sound different when he says them. Intent feels nice. More revealing, at least, than the things she picks up out of habit and necessity. More-- precious, too, because of it.
One hand is still, also, holding onto her mug. Lets go of it flat on the counter, giving room for most of her body language to pivot open, turn into him.
He smells good. There's a certain amount of telegraphing that happens when Natasha reaches for him, though her touch is light. Fingertips come to rest first at his chest, followed by the rest of her palm. Two solid beats of contact. Twin landings.
She looks up at Tony. Smiles true.
This time, when she kisses him, it's not cautious at all. Heated, a little, by a slow, sincere fuse. But it's firm and warm and the cold from the rain has faded away. Underneath her palm, she can almost feel his heart beat in real, solid time. ]
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No dice. Instead, Tony steps closer. Those things sound different when he says them. Intent feels nice. More revealing, at least, than the things she picks up out of habit and necessity. More-- precious, too, because of it.
One hand is still, also, holding onto her mug. Lets go of it flat on the counter, giving room for most of her body language to pivot open, turn into him.
He smells good. There's a certain amount of telegraphing that happens when Natasha reaches for him, though her touch is light. Fingertips come to rest first at his chest, followed by the rest of her palm. Two solid beats of contact. Twin landings.
She looks up at Tony. Smiles true.
This time, when she kisses him, it's not cautious at all. Heated, a little, by a slow, sincere fuse. But it's firm and warm and the cold from the rain has faded away. Underneath her palm, she can almost feel his heart beat in real, solid time. ]