[ He looks at her, and by now her own breathing is already schooled into something level. Maybe not entirely effective, considering. Everything. Natasha's hand has been gently smoothing the back of his neck, short sweeps up and down, but it stills now. ]
Hi.
[ Quietly. Then there's a smile on her face-- a little wry, by most standards. ]
We should have done this in a bed.
[ Regret after sex is probably not very sexy. Natasha might be the type to despair about the status of having had sex on Italian countertops if she gave a shit about Italian countertops. It's mostly uncomfortable, but in the post-coital way that means she can ignore that for a little while longer, so she does. Her thighs press lightly into his hips, not insistent or inviting, but not strictly falling away either. ]
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Hi.
[ Quietly. Then there's a smile on her face-- a little wry, by most standards. ]
We should have done this in a bed.
[ Regret after sex is probably not very sexy. Natasha might be the type to despair about the status of having had sex on Italian countertops if she gave a shit about Italian countertops. It's mostly uncomfortable, but in the post-coital way that means she can ignore that for a little while longer, so she does. Her thighs press lightly into his hips, not insistent or inviting, but not strictly falling away either. ]
That was fun.