It might take months or years before she understands or sees herself in the way that Loki does, or she might not ever truly adhere to his vision. He sees such strength in her control, where she sees the loss of innocence and a never ending climb to redemption. After taking out the Red Room, Natasha dealt with the last of her demons, for the most part and the true anger that boiled inside her settled to a soft simmer turned only toward those who deserved it during missions. It was something she had to forge in a new and different manner, until it was a temper and sharp sense of purpose fired into finely tuned weapon only used in times of great necessity.
Still there were gaps, and it was during these gaps that she found herself wondering where the truth of her heart lie. Who was she really. Loki saw such hope, and the way he worshiped her like this, made her feel glorious. He himself was a masterful piece of work. His body so pale, with hair like a raven and eyes, a sapphire. Natasha feels her body shed layers and layers of distrust the closer they get. It doesn't matter that they've barely spoken. She feels like their souls connect them, and it's so easy to feel in the way he takes her. She cries out in gasps of blissful intoxication as he bites and pulls at her breast. Fingers scramble and pull down along the strength of corded muscle that makes up his shoulder, nails carving their path against the bitter white of his flesh.
"Ah, Loki. Yes, that's it. Fuck, it feels so good. You're so good." She brings her head back up to look at him, to gaze into those all absorbing eyes before playing her tune between them. There's another soft gasp of shock when a wave of green disorientation descends and transports them to her bedroom. Finding herself naked across Loki's body offers a whole new set of prospects. "Well that was certainly a way to do things. I usually like a grand reveal, but let me see now." Sitting up proper, she runs her hands over his chest and then rolls her hips back so that his cock slips right between her damp folds.
"Mmm, I like this reveal. What do you say." A quick move much like a dance against him, keeps her open and drawn across his full, healthy, erection. She can feel the beat of it as she continues to dance against him, steadily rotating and rolling her hips in one of the greatest lap dances ever given. With a smirk and a lick of her lips, Natasha leans down to press her lips to his softly, barely breathing into a kiss. "Tell me how much you want me..."
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Date: 2024-01-30 02:33 pm (UTC)Still there were gaps, and it was during these gaps that she found herself wondering where the truth of her heart lie. Who was she really. Loki saw such hope, and the way he worshiped her like this, made her feel glorious. He himself was a masterful piece of work. His body so pale, with hair like a raven and eyes, a sapphire. Natasha feels her body shed layers and layers of distrust the closer they get. It doesn't matter that they've barely spoken. She feels like their souls connect them, and it's so easy to feel in the way he takes her. She cries out in gasps of blissful intoxication as he bites and pulls at her breast. Fingers scramble and pull down along the strength of corded muscle that makes up his shoulder, nails carving their path against the bitter white of his flesh.
"Ah, Loki. Yes, that's it. Fuck, it feels so good. You're so good." She brings her head back up to look at him, to gaze into those all absorbing eyes before playing her tune between them. There's another soft gasp of shock when a wave of green disorientation descends and transports them to her bedroom. Finding herself naked across Loki's body offers a whole new set of prospects. "Well that was certainly a way to do things. I usually like a grand reveal, but let me see now." Sitting up proper, she runs her hands over his chest and then rolls her hips back so that his cock slips right between her damp folds.
"Mmm, I like this reveal. What do you say." A quick move much like a dance against him, keeps her open and drawn across his full, healthy, erection. She can feel the beat of it as she continues to dance against him, steadily rotating and rolling her hips in one of the greatest lap dances ever given. With a smirk and a lick of her lips, Natasha leans down to press her lips to his softly, barely breathing into a kiss. "Tell me how much you want me..."