There's more to her dark story than what's past and what she's done to move beyond it. She's a killer and always will be. There's a darkness inside, the black widow spider that she's named after. It sits in wait and there are times when Natasha can feel it rise under her skin. It's when she knows that it's more about the kill than the job. She still likes the feeling of flesh breaking beneath a knife. How does she explain that to someone that doesn't understand her. Clint gets it, but he's the only one she's ever told.
Maybe that's not how Loki feels about things, but for some reason she feels like she could tell him that and he wouldn't be scared, or look down on her for that darkness. He would still embrace her and bring her to bed with him. It's something to pull apart at another moment, and one more reason why she feels so very famished and in desperation for his touch. Why she wants him to take her apart bit by bit until she's wholly his, be it tonight or forever. It's a strange feeling, but with his hands on her and his mouth around her breast-- she can't think of anything else.
"Yes." She cries out, and rocks forward further, rolling her hips in a well rehearsed fashion against his lap. He hasn't moved her forward yet, but she can feel him and knows how hard he is for her. It's thrilling to know, and one more thing that has her gushing. It's becoming to where she can barely stand the way her pants rub against her, clashing with the soft lace underwear that cling to her wet pussy. "Harder. Oh, Loki. I will worship you on my knees or on a bed. I will happily wrap my lips around this beautiful cock."
Reaching between them, she flips open one of his buttons and reaches down, fingers squeezing into the small space given in the gap of their bodies so that she can find the very tip of his cock. She slides a few along the swollen head, smearing around pre-cum and shifting it gently about the head. "Just wait until you're naked." She moans and rocks forward, abandoning her touch when he grips at her ass. "Jesus, I need these pants off. I'm so fucking wet and they're too uncomfortable. We should move this to the bedroom. I want to be able to touch and taste more of you." She rocks against his partially exposed cock, lifting her body up and rolling her hips forward so that she slides down around it a few times, hoping to convince him that it would be rather prudent to listen to her.
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Date: 2024-01-28 01:04 am (UTC)Maybe that's not how Loki feels about things, but for some reason she feels like she could tell him that and he wouldn't be scared, or look down on her for that darkness. He would still embrace her and bring her to bed with him. It's something to pull apart at another moment, and one more reason why she feels so very famished and in desperation for his touch. Why she wants him to take her apart bit by bit until she's wholly his, be it tonight or forever. It's a strange feeling, but with his hands on her and his mouth around her breast-- she can't think of anything else.
"Yes." She cries out, and rocks forward further, rolling her hips in a well rehearsed fashion against his lap. He hasn't moved her forward yet, but she can feel him and knows how hard he is for her. It's thrilling to know, and one more thing that has her gushing. It's becoming to where she can barely stand the way her pants rub against her, clashing with the soft lace underwear that cling to her wet pussy. "Harder. Oh, Loki. I will worship you on my knees or on a bed. I will happily wrap my lips around this beautiful cock."
Reaching between them, she flips open one of his buttons and reaches down, fingers squeezing into the small space given in the gap of their bodies so that she can find the very tip of his cock. She slides a few along the swollen head, smearing around pre-cum and shifting it gently about the head. "Just wait until you're naked." She moans and rocks forward, abandoning her touch when he grips at her ass. "Jesus, I need these pants off. I'm so fucking wet and they're too uncomfortable. We should move this to the bedroom. I want to be able to touch and taste more of you." She rocks against his partially exposed cock, lifting her body up and rolling her hips forward so that she slides down around it a few times, hoping to convince him that it would be rather prudent to listen to her.