[The tenderness is sweet and fills her with a haunting desire to take all of this much further than anything they can finish in a museum. It's probably best they started it in the middle of a display of gemstones. This way when her tongue meets his and slides against it in exploration with a deep sigh, she doesn't press her hand beneath his shirt or take any other liberties that she might normally.
The kiss remains a kiss, but it certainly stirs all sorts of things inside Natasha that she'd held long dormant. His taste reminds her of something exotic and certainly a thing she wants to continue tasting far more times than once. ]
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The kiss remains a kiss, but it certainly stirs all sorts of things inside Natasha that she'd held long dormant. His taste reminds her of something exotic and certainly a thing she wants to continue tasting far more times than once. ]