The possibility that they will talk after this and discover more about what haunts them and what motivates them is rather high in Natasha's mind, but this darker need seems to possess her first. It has lain dormant for quite some time and the more she allows herself to feel it, and to give into everything that's in front of her the more it takes on a life of its own. It grows with every little touch, and every hidden flavor she lifts from his lips and even the ones her mind begins to think about as she lifts and presses herself forward in his lap.
There's no logical reason why either of them should have this ability to read one another like they do, but somewhere in their past the norns have seen it fit in some manner to tie an ability together that makes it easier for two sworn enemies to find a common ground in desire and understanding than it might for Natasha to find it with one of her chosen family. While they are not all pure, none of them can understand where she's been and the depths of depravity that her mind has taken her to, none but Loki, perhaps. She thinks that he might get her, and that's one of the reasons she hated him so much on that day. Their eyes met, and like now, they read through one another.
The passion that flares is real, and it's more than she's allowed any other person to see. Swallowing down the rest of her thoughts she smiles, and nods. "It's like a shimmer, a spark of something that's not quite human. I make my living knowing people, studying them, pulling out their most hidden secrets, and your magic is something I've never tasted before on a man. I think I could easily become addicted to its flavor, your flavor." It's the same as saying that she too could go on kissing him for as long as time allowed. It was an easy thing, to sit here and trade passion for passion.
Before he makes his next admission, she moves to his neck and licks across the surface. There will be time for marks, but for now she merely wants to taste him. Her lips curl against his ear and she purrs, only pulling away with a slight surprise. "Did you now. You wanted me? Tell me how much you thought about me, Loki, and I will show you what I've thought about you." She reaches down and pulls off the small sports bra, and then reaches beneath whatever he is wearing on top, and does what is needed to rid him of it, leaving him as bare chested as she is. "You are as handsome as I always knew you'd be. So much better looking than your brother."
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Date: 2024-01-22 08:07 pm (UTC)There's no logical reason why either of them should have this ability to read one another like they do, but somewhere in their past the norns have seen it fit in some manner to tie an ability together that makes it easier for two sworn enemies to find a common ground in desire and understanding than it might for Natasha to find it with one of her chosen family. While they are not all pure, none of them can understand where she's been and the depths of depravity that her mind has taken her to, none but Loki, perhaps. She thinks that he might get her, and that's one of the reasons she hated him so much on that day. Their eyes met, and like now, they read through one another.
The passion that flares is real, and it's more than she's allowed any other person to see. Swallowing down the rest of her thoughts she smiles, and nods. "It's like a shimmer, a spark of something that's not quite human. I make my living knowing people, studying them, pulling out their most hidden secrets, and your magic is something I've never tasted before on a man. I think I could easily become addicted to its flavor, your flavor." It's the same as saying that she too could go on kissing him for as long as time allowed. It was an easy thing, to sit here and trade passion for passion.
Before he makes his next admission, she moves to his neck and licks across the surface. There will be time for marks, but for now she merely wants to taste him. Her lips curl against his ear and she purrs, only pulling away with a slight surprise. "Did you now. You wanted me? Tell me how much you thought about me, Loki, and I will show you what I've thought about you." She reaches down and pulls off the small sports bra, and then reaches beneath whatever he is wearing on top, and does what is needed to rid him of it, leaving him as bare chested as she is. "You are as handsome as I always knew you'd be. So much better looking than your brother."