It might not be visible on first glance, but Loki’s walls are coming down as well. Of course, Natasha has always been able to see through him anyway. It’s a talent of hers he’s always admired. Most people, he’s found, don’t pay much attention to anything outside of their personal orbit. It’s a rare find when you come across someone who can see more than that. Natasha is definitely one of those people.
His hands slide down, landing on her his as she straddles him. His eyes roam up, locking onto hers as he smiles. She truly is beautiful and he knows how lucky he is to get to see her like this. He knows how hard it can be to let people in, not when you’ve spent your life building them up, keeping people out. They might be deeply different people, but that is one thing they definitely have in common. Perhaps it is why should could read him so well. Who knows? Perhaps sometime he will ask her.
As the kiss deepens, he doesn’t break eye contact. He’s not hiding anything from her now and she should be able to see attraction, surprise and just a bit of amusement in his eyes. He even likes that she’s taking control, might even prefer it, at least for now. He slides his tongue back against hers, twirling them together, a soft sigh escaping him at the feel of it. When she nips at his lip, he gasps slightly before huffing out a soft laugh. Then they’re kissing again and he has the idle thought that he never wants to stop.
There really is nothing more attractive than someone who knows what they want and just goes for it. Right now, that is exactly how he’s perceiving her. He’s still a little surprise that her want is directed at him after everything he’s done. There’s more to this, he’s sure. There has to be some reason why she’s opening up to him, why she wants him like this. Not that he’s complaining, but Loki has always been curious by nature.
“You can taste my magic?” He’s genuinely intrigued by that concept. He doesn’t think it’s something he’s ever had anyone tell him before, though it has been quite awhile since he bedded anyone and he’s unsure he’s ever bedded a human. Maybe it was a human thing, or just a Natasha thing. Either way, he likes the idea of it. He laughs then, enjoying her admission if only because he has one of his own. “The feeling was mutual. Especially after you tricked me. That is quite rare. I wanted you very much that night.”
His hands slide from her hips to her thighs as she runs her hands over his chest. He arches into her touch, his hands once again moving up her body as the drape falls to the floor. “Would it surprise you if I told you I have thought of you often?”
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Date: 2024-01-22 06:34 pm (UTC)His hands slide down, landing on her his as she straddles him. His eyes roam up, locking onto hers as he smiles. She truly is beautiful and he knows how lucky he is to get to see her like this. He knows how hard it can be to let people in, not when you’ve spent your life building them up, keeping people out. They might be deeply different people, but that is one thing they definitely have in common. Perhaps it is why should could read him so well. Who knows? Perhaps sometime he will ask her.
As the kiss deepens, he doesn’t break eye contact. He’s not hiding anything from her now and she should be able to see attraction, surprise and just a bit of amusement in his eyes. He even likes that she’s taking control, might even prefer it, at least for now. He slides his tongue back against hers, twirling them together, a soft sigh escaping him at the feel of it. When she nips at his lip, he gasps slightly before huffing out a soft laugh. Then they’re kissing again and he has the idle thought that he never wants to stop.
There really is nothing more attractive than someone who knows what they want and just goes for it. Right now, that is exactly how he’s perceiving her. He’s still a little surprise that her want is directed at him after everything he’s done. There’s more to this, he’s sure. There has to be some reason why she’s opening up to him, why she wants him like this. Not that he’s complaining, but Loki has always been curious by nature.
“You can taste my magic?” He’s genuinely intrigued by that concept. He doesn’t think it’s something he’s ever had anyone tell him before, though it has been quite awhile since he bedded anyone and he’s unsure he’s ever bedded a human. Maybe it was a human thing, or just a Natasha thing. Either way, he likes the idea of it. He laughs then, enjoying her admission if only because he has one of his own. “The feeling was mutual. Especially after you tricked me. That is quite rare. I wanted you very much that night.”
His hands slide from her hips to her thighs as she runs her hands over his chest. He arches into her touch, his hands once again moving up her body as the drape falls to the floor. “Would it surprise you if I told you I have thought of you often?”