Perhaps this is the first time; and even though they've come together through a means that was bewildering to both of them, Natasha also feels like this is far more than what it simply appears to be. They are celebrating a likeness of souls, a similarity of sorts with a passion neither of them could seem to deny themselves. Natasha knows that as soon as she begun her way down this path, she'd never stop-- and the cold hard truth of it is that she doesn't have any desire to stop. Loki is like no other in her life. In the absence of guilt there's a light that she feels for the first time in her life, and she wants to cling to it, and him, for that reason alone.
If only she knew how he'd modeled himself after her, there'd be peals of laughter. She knew herself not one to be a force that someone should look up to, but it's brought them together somehow. Natasha knows that one day she will want to share her past with him. That fact alone shows her the bright and frightening truth that this is more than sex. Maybe it will terrify her when they've finished, but for now, all she's appreciating is the touch of his fingers against her legs.
It should feel cool where his fingers slide up her thighs, but inside it warms her. Slipping up further than where his hands land and driving up to her core to twist up her center so that she can feel her body becoming anxious for his. Maybe there's no outward sign that shows how attracted she is to him, or how much she desires this, but if she were to remove her own pants, he would feel a sudden wetness against the very pants she moves against where she sits on his lap. She's always been one of those women whose body deeply knows everything it wants will melt with need for a long time before, during and after that need.
Desperation is never a bad thing in Nat's mind. It's something to be celebrated, to know that she's wanted by someone she cares about means more than a little to her. When she was turned away before by the one other person she knew and trusted enough to offer herself to, she took a hit like no other and it was then she knew she'd never be worthy again.
Yet sitting here now, She finds herself worthy in Loki's eyes and the way he caresses her body. She's born again, and living for the way he talks about wanting her for so long. "I would have enjoyed seeing what the others could not. What were you thinking of, my little prince?" She teases him back with the tender name. He's a god, but also a prince, an heir to royalty, or had been, but she would always see him as such.
When his hands find her breasts, she gasps and lets her head fall back. Her own fingers stroke over his chest, quietly wondering in fascination all that he's made of. He's beauty incarnate, and created so wondrously, that she can't help but want to taste every last inch of him, and take him and make him hers already. It's far too soon, but there's a deep seated need that Nat can't help. She bites her lip and shudders with a shake of her head. Thor is dismissed, and as he takes her nipple, she takes her hands to his body, and the dark circles of his nipples. Fingers slide around them, thumbs circling before she can taunt them with a tug and a twist, pulling as hard as seems comfortable.
Her own moans escape into the room around them, and she surges forward offering him all he wants. She's never been one so gentle as to need a light touch with anything. He can take as much as he wants from her and she will give it to him, happily. "Fuck, Loki, your mouth feels so good. Bite them, please. I want more. They are all yours. I am yours tonight, have me as you want. Any way you want."
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Date: 2024-01-24 08:14 pm (UTC)If only she knew how he'd modeled himself after her, there'd be peals of laughter. She knew herself not one to be a force that someone should look up to, but it's brought them together somehow. Natasha knows that one day she will want to share her past with him. That fact alone shows her the bright and frightening truth that this is more than sex. Maybe it will terrify her when they've finished, but for now, all she's appreciating is the touch of his fingers against her legs.
It should feel cool where his fingers slide up her thighs, but inside it warms her. Slipping up further than where his hands land and driving up to her core to twist up her center so that she can feel her body becoming anxious for his. Maybe there's no outward sign that shows how attracted she is to him, or how much she desires this, but if she were to remove her own pants, he would feel a sudden wetness against the very pants she moves against where she sits on his lap. She's always been one of those women whose body deeply knows everything it wants will melt with need for a long time before, during and after that need.
Desperation is never a bad thing in Nat's mind. It's something to be celebrated, to know that she's wanted by someone she cares about means more than a little to her. When she was turned away before by the one other person she knew and trusted enough to offer herself to, she took a hit like no other and it was then she knew she'd never be worthy again.
Yet sitting here now, She finds herself worthy in Loki's eyes and the way he caresses her body. She's born again, and living for the way he talks about wanting her for so long. "I would have enjoyed seeing what the others could not. What were you thinking of, my little prince?" She teases him back with the tender name. He's a god, but also a prince, an heir to royalty, or had been, but she would always see him as such.
When his hands find her breasts, she gasps and lets her head fall back. Her own fingers stroke over his chest, quietly wondering in fascination all that he's made of. He's beauty incarnate, and created so wondrously, that she can't help but want to taste every last inch of him, and take him and make him hers already. It's far too soon, but there's a deep seated need that Nat can't help. She bites her lip and shudders with a shake of her head. Thor is dismissed, and as he takes her nipple, she takes her hands to his body, and the dark circles of his nipples. Fingers slide around them, thumbs circling before she can taunt them with a tug and a twist, pulling as hard as seems comfortable.
Her own moans escape into the room around them, and she surges forward offering him all he wants. She's never been one so gentle as to need a light touch with anything. He can take as much as he wants from her and she will give it to him, happily. "Fuck, Loki, your mouth feels so good. Bite them, please. I want more. They are all yours. I am yours tonight, have me as you want. Any way you want."