I assure you my mind may be mortal, but it is not tiny. I will let the subject alone, only because I believe that messing with the powers of time are a dangerous thing. Be careful how you speak of my mind, you little god or I might take back my offer to share myself on a more intimate level.
They are the one with the jets, and if you were to bring scotch we could sit and drink the scotch from the tub. It's a nice place to enjoy a drink from, since good scotch is hardly something you do shots of.
I take it you know about where I live, or do I need to send you my address?
My apologies. It was a bad attempt at a joke, nothing more. I know you are quite capable. And I'll have you know, I am not so little. But if I haven't put my foot too far into my mouth, you just may find that out.
That does sound lovely. And rest assured, I will bring the best scotch. Definitely something to savour, no shots required.
I can find you, yes. I shall be there shortly.]
[Shortly indeed. There's a knock at her door within moments.]
[Not so sore as all that. It's merely wise not to insult the mind of a strong Russian woman whose been working diligently on strengthening what confidence she may or may not have in herself, especially after having said mind torn apart and put back together time and again by people with rather cruel intentions.
Anything else that she might have thought about texting was put to the side when Loki did all that he said and a little bit more by showing up at her door within mere minutes. It didn't even give the Widow a chance to freshen up as she'd normally have done for any guest arriving at her place.
Her fingers had been poised over her phone when the knock came, making her jump only the slightest bit. "Oi, these gods. I didn't even get a chance to change." She muttered to herself under her breath as she moved across the floor silently. Opening the door, she leaned against its frame with half a smile. "I see you don't mess around. Welcome to my humble living space. Come on in. Sorry I didn't have a chance to slip into anything more comfortable for you, so what you see is what you get tonight."
With that, Nat stood aside and let Loki into her home, arm sweeping forward and directing him toward the living room and the roaring fire straight ahead.
[If anything, Loki would be surprised to hear she’s got any confidence issues. Then again, there are people who might think the same of him.]
It wasn’t a fully conscious thought, showing up so quickly. It is simply just that Loki is able to be pretty much anywhere and any when he wants almost instantly. And really, he cannot imagine Natasha ever looking anything other than her best. She is just naturally beautiful like that.
When she opens the door, he is far from disappointed. He smiles back as she leans against the doorframe. “I don’t know, you look pretty comfortable to me.” There’s a slight teasing note in his voice, but it’s not about her and more to do with the idea that she might need to get all dressed up for him. Or dressed down as the case may be.
He enters at her gesture. He’s dressed rather casually himself. Simple black slacks and a light green sweater. He kicks off his simple slip on shoes and walks barefoot into her living area, admiring the apartment as he goes. Stopping in front of the fireplace, he turns back to Natasha with a smile and pulls a rather expensive bottle of scotch out seemingly from nowhere. “It’s an 18 year old single malt. I do hope this will suffice.”
People are always expecting things from Natasha, and she's always offering up the role she has to play for them. It's ingrained into who she is to a certain point. There's not a doubt that she's beautiful, or that she can get a man to give her what she needs. It's more about finding one that thinks genuinely about her, knowing her completely. Not that she would ever make it easy for anyone to actually know her completely.
Nat's built a world of walls around her, and even allowing Loki to see her dressed down in some of her most comfortable clothes without the shell of makeup, hair and a carefully designed outfit is something she's not completely used to. Yet, with a deep breath, it feels alright. He's still that god, and still feels a little bit like he's wearing the airs he always does.
She wants to knock him down a peg, but that might come later if she can find all the right buttons. "Have a seat, and I will grab us some glasses. Would you like to adjourn to the bath first, or sit by the fireplace for a little while. I know that you run cool, do you not? Both places will be warming."
There was a time when Loki might have taken advantage of something like that, if he were given the opportunity. He doesn’t expect that Natasha would have trusted him with anything back then though. Now though, he doesn’t need her to be anything but herself. If she chooses to show him a particular mask, there isn’t much he can do about it, but he doesn’t think it’s necessary either. He doesn’t presume to think he’ll ever have the chance to know her quite so well, nor is it likely she’ll ever know him the same way (though he no longer minds who knows him or does not). It’s more about not wanting to overwhelm anyone with what he’s been up to. Natasha has already made it more than clear that she doesn’t want to know, and he will respect that.
One thing Loki has learned from being able to watch all the timelines is that this really isn’t something Natasha does often. Forget the make-up and outfit change, Loki is honoured that she would even let her into her home. He’s not sure what he’s said to have her open up, even this much, but he’s glad he did. Perhaps she simply just believed him.
Oh, he very much likes the idea of that.
“I think I would like to start with the fireplace. I’ve always enjoyed a nice fire. And yes, I do, but it does not cause me any discomfort if you have a preference.” He wonders just how much Thor told his friends about why Loki was the way he was. And he’ll ask her just that, once he’s had a drink first.
It's not that she doesn't want to know what's happened to him, or what he's been up to. It was more that he told her that he wouldn't bother her with it. She happens to have a great curiosity as to what has brought about the change in his eyes, and the softness around the edges of his face. One of the things Natasha has been bred to notice is a person's demeanor. She's sent out to make snap judgements about people, and many rely heavily on what she can gather in a series of seconds. She might not always be perfect, but she's spent time previously detailing Loki's mannerisms, so that she would know his tells when she needed to.
They've changed and it's obvious to her. Now that she has him here in her house it's even more of a mystery. One that she wants to unwrap in more ways than one. "Please, set yourself in front of the fire then. I enjoy all the areas in my home. This space is where I spend a lot of time. I love the smell, and the crackle the logs make as they break up and give into the power the fire holds over them. It's peaceful, and I do a lot of reading here."
Unsure why she's opening up to Loki, Natasha moves to grab the glasses and comes back to pour our the liquor. Handing Loki his glass, she folds herself up right next to the Norse god. Her feet curl beneath his body, as a habit from sitting with friends that know her well. She leans into him. If they're going to get naked later, she might as well grow comfortable now. "Tell me something good about your life, a moment when you were happy. It can be new or old. I don't mind. I'm just curious."
If she ever decides to ask him about it again, he might be willing to let her in, though he doubts he would give her all the details. At least not right away. It really was a rather complex story and he’s not sure he has the strength to go through it all. Besides, it seems they’re both here out of curiosity and for a want of a little companionship. He hardly wants to ruin the mood with the more recent details of his life.
“Thank you,” he replies as he sits himself down in front of the fire. He stretches out his legs towards the fireplace and crosses his legs at the ankle as he waits for her. Taking the glass from her when she returns, he smells the liquor first, a wonderful aroma wafting up from the glass causing him to close his eyes in delight. “Yes, I imagine this is the perfect spot for reading. I used to enjoy a similar pastime when I was younger.”
He’s a little surprised when she tucks herself in against him, but he tries not to show it. He is aware of what they had been discussing over the messages and what there plans were here tonight, and yet. He relaxes almost instantly though and even puts his free arm around her as he sips lightly at his drink. He can’t help but notice how well she fits at his side.
“The first time I realized I had a true friend.” He doesn’t even need to think about it. Friendship wasn’t something that had come easily to him before that, but Mobius had changed everything. “As you can imagine, I was not a popular person for most of my life. It is only recently I have found true friendship in my life. It changed everything.”
All the details are hardly necessary at this point of getting to know one another. Natasha's still trying to figure out the ins and outs of her own state at this point of time and why she finds it so impossibly easy to let down certain walls around Loki that she naturally doesn't even lower around many of her closer friends. There are times when some see the softer side, and where she might harbor desires to let go of the anchors of guilt that still tie her to her past most of the time, and yet Nat never quite finds herself at that moment, not like she has here.
Perhaps it is as she says, both her and Loki have been through several things that have darkened their souls, and it is quite likely they'd never make it past the scales of Anubis, if that was ever the road to their underworld. Maybe, this is why Natasha finds comfort in her position tucked up so close to Loki with the crackle and roar of the fire in front of them. There's a coffee table for Loki's feet to settle across, which Natasha has always maintained was the whole reason she placed it there. Drinks and feet are the perfect things to rest on a table in front of a couch, if not there, then where?
"I find that a novel full of trash is exactly what I need when I can't turn my brain off from a mission, or a problem I can't solve. I let it run in the background while two characters live their lives and many times by book's end, I have what I need solved, and am more relaxed." She smiled and took a sip of the rich Scotch. It was perfect for the evening, sliding down to curl and warm in her stomach.
What Loki says next truly surprises Natasha in a way she's not used to being surprised. She would have thought that Loki had friends before now. It turns her heart over in compassion, because a part of her understands it as well. What were the Avengers if not her first real friends. With his arm around her, she moves to push herself up the space needed to kiss the side of his neck softly, a bare brush of lips.
"You've surprised me tonight Loki, and very few people ever do that." She says softly. "Friendship is a wonderful gift. I found it with the Avengers the first time, and I am happy that you've found it, and that it's been responsible for this.." Turning in his arms, she moves up on her knees to swipe her thumb along the side of his eyes, and then the corners of his lips. Each touch she follows with a soft, careful touch of her lips, until she reaches his mouth and there she pauses, looking him in the eyes before leaning in to kiss him lightly.
It would surprise him to know he was getting to see a side of her almost no one saw. As much as he’s changed, that is not something she has witnessed or even knew might have happened until this night. When he’d messaged a number of the Avengers earlier, he’d expected nothing. He just took it for an opportunity to apologize and thought that they all would likely not believe him and that would be that.
But to be here, now, with Natasha clearly trusting hi and leaning up against him? He feels almost proud. Though it did not seem like it at the time, he’s sure, Loki has always had a lot of respect for Natasha. She is the only one who really challenged him and though it was under less than ideal circumstances, that has always stuck with him.
“I don’t know if what I typically read can be called trash, but I must say I understand what it does for you. I used to practice magic for that purpose. Even going over old spells I did not need to think about anymore to perform let my mind relax enough to figure most anything out. I do agree that reading is quite relaxing though.” He likes the image that conjures up of her. Sitting much as she is now, really. Casual, relaxed and more beautiful than she actually seems to realize, though he’s aware she knows well enough about her own looks. What he sees now is really much more than that.
He blinks in surprise at the soft touch of her lips to his neck. Again, it isn’t as if he isn’t aware of their plans for the night, but somehow having it actually play out is still surprising him. As she speaks, he looks at her, really looks at her, with a small smile on his face, intrigued by her as always. “We are nothing without our friends.” His voice is equally soft, his eyes searching her face as moves to kneel and face him.
He can’t help but tilt into her touch, pressing back ever so slightly against each touch and kiss. Loki looks her back fully in the eye just before she leans and he smiles, a true and honest smile. That is not something he was fully capable of the last time they were in the same room together. He magicks his drink to the table and wraps his arms around her, gently sliding his hands down her back as his eyes close. He presses back into the kiss, keeping it chaste for the moment, simply enjoying the feeling of her lips on his.
While Natasha and Loki are deeply different people, and their lives have extremely different tales, there's something that winds around them here. Sitting here in his arms, she's stopped questioning what it is exactly and does another thing she rarely does around other people, she relaxes. The walls of carefully crafted control ebb away and instead, she finds herself setting aside her glass of alcohol as well so that she can focus both her hands on the man in front of her.
The moment his arm slides down her back, she adjusts by climbing into his lap and straddling him. It offers her an easier way to touch and kiss him, given their height difference. Still pressed up a little on her knees, her arms tie behind his head and Natasha slowly opens to his mouth, she starts with her eyes open while she tastes his lips with her tongue, each one separately before sliding along the center to seek further entrance. Catching her teeth against his bottom lip, she tugs lightly before beginning to tangle her tongue against his own.
There's a rich flavor there that completely foreign and new to her. The flavor of a man in the guise of a god. There's the magic he spoke so fondly of that she knows lies intimately within him like a second skin. Pulling back for a moment to look him in the eyes, she rolls her tongue over her lips, savoring the remnants of the kiss on her reddened lips. "You taste like a little bit of magic. I always wondered if you would. Yes, that begs the question of how long I've thought about kissing you, and while I might have hated you, I was attracted to you. It annoyed the hell out of me." Her hands slide down from around his neck to roam the frame of his chest, and all the muscles beneath it. Humming her approval, she let her own drape drop away, showing off the small sports bra she had on.
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?”
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."
The fact is, Loki might not be able to stop talking to her after this. He’s only met one person before who could read him so well, who knew how to get to the heart of him and expose him, and he’s his best friend now. Even if this is a one off in terms of sex, Natasha may have just earned herself a new friend, whether she likes it or not.
With how this is going so far though, he really hopes this isn’t a one off. He already knows he’ll have difficulty not wanting her again. It’s like because they can read each other so well, it’s making all of this much more intense, heightening the pleasure he’s already feeling. He’s quickly discovering that he’s not just physically attracted to her, but as she pushes herself into his lap further, she’ll at least be able to feel one of those.
Loki has never heard his magic described in such a way before. Many have been impressed by his abilities before, even when they did not like how he used them, but having someone actually be able to sense it is new and wonderful and unlike anything he ever thought possible. For once, Loki is rendered speechless, at least in terms of an adequate response.
In return, Loki is finding he cannot help but be attracted to her strength and intelligence. It practically rolls off her in waves. How she may look on the outside delicate and feminine, he can see the truth of her, how she has built herself up from a past that no one should ever have had to endure. He doesn’t know all the details, but is aware that she has a dark past. In part, as he had journeyed along his own path of redemption, he had modelled himself after her. Even the brief time they had known each other before, it had shown him that he could still be himself and be good. That combined with having people around him that believed he could change as well really improved his life.
As she moves, her mouth drawing goose-flesh from every inch it touched, his grip tightens on her thighs as he attempts not to rock up against her. He wants to, he very much wants to, but he’s trying not to appear overly desperate. He grins when she speaks, a small shiver running through him as her warm breath ghosts over his ear. “If it had not been for my illusionary magic, you and your friends might have seen more of me than you would’ve liked that first night. Of course, maybe you would have very much liked to see that.” There’s a note of teasing in his voice, but it is purely playful.
He easily moves to allow her to remove his shirt before sliding his hands up her body to cup at her breasts, his eyes slowly dragging up her body to make eye contact again. He almost laughs, a small huff of breath the only sign of his amusement. “I am glad you think so. I have always thought he was much too muscular, but that is the fashion for Asgard.” Loki doesn’t much compare himself to Thor anymore. He’s come to realize that not everyone wants blond and muscle bound, not that he doesn’t work on keeping himself fit as well. “But please, enough about my brother. I would rather not think of him right now.”
With that, he leans in and licks gently over one of her nipples before sucking it softly into his mouth, hoping that this time it will be her making some noises.
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."
With each lingering kiss, Loki cares less and less about the why. He’s sure he’ll want to examine this again later, it would be weird if he didn’t. It wasn’t like he wasn’t known for vastly overthinking things… and usually coming to an incorrect conclusion. He thinks maybe this time that won’t happen though. Natasha is one of the few people that could pull something over on him, but he very much doubts that is what is happening here. And even if he is wrong about that, well at least he’ll always have this moment.
That is something Loki wholeheartedly disagrees with. Natasha is definitely someone people should look up to and model themselves after. She is the epitome of redemption and change. He knows that there’s darkness in her past, most of which he doubts is a choice she made. Though he also knows that likely doesn’t matter. Guilt is a strange thing, after all. The fact remains though, no matte what she did in her past, she has spent a long time now trying to correct that. And that is definitely something Loki can identify with.
Natasha is typically very good at hiding what she truly thinks and feels, but Loki is also very good at seeing through masks himself. He hasn’t yet felt her wetness, but he can sense it. There is something in her eyes and in the way she moves that lets him know just how much she wants this. He, on the other hand, isn’t bothering to hide his desire at all. He knows it’s bleeding off him in waves, even if the hardness in his pants wasn’t evidence enough.
He huffs out an amused and sultry laugh at her words. “I am afraid I have not been a prince for quite some time now.” He can’t help but say it even if he thinks she’s teasing him anyway. “But to answer your question, I had a few thoughts that night. One concerned you kneeling willingly to me with that lovely mouth of yours wrapped around my cock.” He stops then for a moment, dragging his thumb across her bottom lip as he remembered the fantasy. He no longer cares for submission, at least not in the way he had wanted it then, but it still makes for a lovely mental image.
Gods, the way she reacts to his touch is better than any fantasy he ever could have dreamed up. All lithe muscle and sex appeal, she is more than he ever expected and everything he’s ever wanted. Her skin is so soft under his touch, he thinks maybe he would like to touch her like this forever. He could spend days simply dancing his fingers over every inch of her, learning what she likes most. When her fingers find his nipples in return, he gasps and groans, puffing warm breath over the hard nub of her own. He sucks it into his mouth again, gently rolling his tongue around it.
Her voice is like music to his ears. He does not need to be asked twice as his teeth come down around the nipple already in his mouth. Not too hard but definitely not what you might think of as gentle either. His hands slide back around to her lower back before drifting down to grab her ass. He pulls her forward, rocking against her. There’s no maybe’s now. She’ll definitely feel just how hard he is for her.
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.
For Loki, none of that matters. It’s in what she actually does, not what she wants to do that really makes a person. In fact, just that she can control herself at all is something he admires. How could he not? Loki spent much of his youth unable to do just that and he knows exactly how much trouble it caused him and those around him. And it isn’t like Loki is a stranger to enjoying similar things. He always favoured his daggers for a reason, even though he knows his magic is much more powerful.
She is correct about that. In fact he thinks it shows her strength. That she is not simply a killer, that she doesn’t let that rule her life is truly something Loki would like to learn from. He has, of course, learned much himself in recent years. He has changed a lot, no longer filled with anger and resentment especially now he has a higher purpose, but he could never imagine looking down on someone for not being the same. He doesn’t want her to be the same. He likes Natasha exactly as she is and there is not much he thinks would change that.
At her words, her yells of passion, Loki does exactly that and bites and sucks harder, possibly bruising her, but gods, the way she moves against him and screams his name has him losing control. He’s starting to let his baser instincts take over and he can only hope he doesn’t go too far. He pulls back, bringing her breast with him for a moment as he sucks hard while pealing back from her. Glancing up at her, he smiles lasciviously, his eyes dark with lust. “Then you shall get exactly that.”
He gasps and groans slightly as her fingers deftly dance over the sensitive head of his cock causing him to rock his hips forward. He can practically smell her arousal by now and it’s driving him insane. It doesn’t help (or hurt) that he can now feel her wetness as well as she rocks more fully against him. “I do not wish to wait.” It’s all he says before a wave of green washes over them and they find themselves naked and in her bedroom, her still straddling him but now they are on her bed.
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..."
Truly he would understand if she never did. He still doesn’t truly see himself as most people think of him. He never thought himself evil when he was attacking New York, and he doesn’t think of himself as good, even as he fought tooth and nail to save the multiverse with his friends. Really, he is just Loki and she is just Natasha and they are going through their lives as best they can. Sometimes they get it wrong, but he thinks more and more now, they are starting to get it right.
Hope. It is still a very new thing to Loki, but she’s right in that assessment. He feels a lot of hope, especially after everything he’s been through lately. If someone like him, someone who has taken pleasure in killing and the pain of other people can come out of it, can come through to the other side and have a second chance, then he sees no reason why she should not have the same opportunity. In fact, he would guess that she deserves it even more than he ever did. Perhaps that is why he feels so hopeful when it comes to her.
He might try and deny it later, but when she tells him he’s good it sends a pleasant shiver all through his body. It makes him feel warm and good and like he’s really doing something right. He’s been getting that more lately. Has people he knows think of him in a good light even when their relationships didn’t start off so sunny. But to hear it from Natasha, from someone who actually knew him during the darkest time of his life, it fills him with an almost overwhelming feeling of pride and joy. It makes him want to please her even more.
“Normally I am more about taking things slowly, but perhaps we can save that for next time.” Truth is, he couldn’t help himself. Never in a million years had he thought he would have this opportunity and now that he has it, he can’t seem to hold himself back. He wants her almost desperately now, feels a deep need to thrust into her and bring her more pleasure than she has ever experienced before. Of course, he has no idea if he can ever manage something so grand, but it is exactly what he hopes to accomplish.
The heat coming from between her legs as she presses around him, not yet taking him but allowing him to feel her, how wet she is as she moves against him. It is one of the best feelings he can remember. His own hips begin to move in response, pressing against her as she moves her hips, rolling them, teasing him.
He groans against her lips as she kisses him lightly. “I have never wanted someone so much in my life. Everything about you is desirable and more than anything, I wish to sheath myself deep inside you and fuck you until you forget your name and can no longer see straight.”
When Loki says he is about taking things more slowly, it feels like a jolt for Natasha. Not because she has any issues with what is happening between them. She too is more than ready for all that is about to happen, but because it resonates so much deeper. No one had ever stripped her so utterly bare before. Her heart, mind and soul exposed and open as a raw nerve, resonating at the exact same tune as her body. It's there and ripe for the plucking as easily as she is. At first Natasha didn't realize it. She saw all the connections and all the ways in which they fell and folded together so neatly, but never once had she ever been more vulnerable with someone so quickly as she was now.
Had she ever been so vulnerable in her life? Surly not with Banner who she attempted to offer a little bit of her heart and body to and was so quickly dumped into a bath of cold hard icy truth. She wasn't good enough, not hardly enough. From then on she stayed so very closed off to anything that might have come her way, that Natasha only allowed her pleasure to happen on missions, and rare one offs. Nothing like this, no one ever like Loki.
As she stole heartbeat after heartbeat from the way he looked after her, she trembled slightly on top of him. "I want you too, more than I have wanted anything in a long, long time." Sliding back, she slipped over his tip and then beyond offering one final tease before reaching back. Her body was so slick by now that as soon as she steadied him, her body descended on his easily. In one slick movement, she took every long, thick inch of him inside her. "Oh, fuck, Loki." She moaned and had to still herself, letting only the walls of her cunt tighten and wave around his cock. "I need this. I need you. Fuck me, and don't let me remember. All I want is you, make me yours."
Her reaction makes him wonder if he’s said something wrong. It’s like a surprise to her that he likes to take things slowly. Or at least that is what he assumes. For a long time Loki put on a mask, actually many masks, but all for one purpose, to not let anyone know what he was truly feeling inside. He was mean and snarky and devious. He pushed everyone away because it was so much easier to be what they all already thought than to let anyone in, to let them see his vulnerabilities, of which there were many.
The truth of it was, Loki felt everything rather deeply. When he was younger and he saw Odin treating Thor differently, he was jealous and confused. He didn’t understand why he couldn’t be more like Thor and even when he tried it was never good enough. That had hurt much more deeply than he really could express, even if he had always been rather emotional. His mother, the thought, she saw the truth, she knew how he hurt, and she had tried, in her own way, to make him feel better. Well, she tried everything but the one thing he thought truly would have helped. Telling him the truth. It had clearly worked for Sylvie. She might have ended up in a similar headspace as he had, but it had nothing to do with Odin and Frigga because she knew. In that time line they had told her.
Sometimes he wondered if that was her true Nexus event. Sad as that may be.
Whatever the reasoning, Loki could very much identify with Natasha on the family part. He knew that at some point in what could have been his future, he would make up with Thor, but really, from the moment he’d found out about his adoption he’d felt even more alone. He’d always known that there was something wrong with him. That he didn’t fit, that he was looked down on by everyone, family included. Even with that knowledge, he’d never expected to be so angry when he’d turned out to be right.
It wasn’t until Mobius that he’d found his own family, the way Natasha found the Avengers. It was the first time he’d ever felt truly accepted in his life. Perhaps this was another reason why he felt so close with Natasha now.
But those were all thoughts for another time because at the moment he could think of nothing else but how it felt to have her slide down over him, engulfing his cock smoothly. As she took all of him in, it was all he could do not to simply thrust up into her. And he would do that, but for the moment he wanted to enjoy the feel of her wet heat enveloping him.
His cock twitched inside her as he felt her tighten around him. His hands came to rest on her hips, gripping her tightly as he huffed out a bit of a breathless laugh. “Your wish is my command, m’lady.” There was some humour in his tone, but he couldn’t keep the desire out of it either. He leaned into to kiss her again as he used his strength to lift her, causing her to slide back up before he thrust up and brought her down, fucking into her hard and fast.
He set a steady and strong pace, wanting her to be able to feel him into next week.
Even though Natasha never knew the truth of Loki's life, nor did she know the cosmic timeline of events that had worked together to bring him to this point in space and time, she felt how they resonated together. She knew that he'd been lost, as she had been. She saw how empty Thor became without his family during the blip, and understood on some level that Loki must have felt near that almost all the time. Knowing what that loss did to Clint, turning him to Ronin, a killing machine-- how could it not affect others, like Loki the same way.
While Natasha knew more about loss than the majority of them, and more about what it meant to find and hold onto someone, she also knew the price and weight of guilt. Finding that one other person that understood it was rare. Clint was her person, but now to find Loki. To feel his body pressed up tight to hers, left her constantly in wonder of what the world really did hold in store now. Was it, could it be her turn?
As tight as she was, Nat could feel the thickness of him twitch as he pressed deep inside her. It made her whimper slightly, dropping her head forward so that it rested against his for a second. She didn't have to make this personal. Nat had every choice of sitting back as she rode him, of offering him the full picture of her body in all its glory bouncing on top of him, but this she kept close.
This way Natasha could feel her whole body slide up and down along his as she rode his cock. She circled her hips against his body, edging herself to a quick orgasm. It had been budding from the beginning. There are several ways for a woman to warm herself up-- and some of it is done through mere communication, and the way she squeezes her thighs throughout a kiss. She'd been feeling the weight of his cock inside her from the start, and now that he was there, her body responded with a resplendent, shattering orgasm, that brought all her muscles tight and clenched around him. "Fuck, Jesus. Oh fucking, fuck, Dear god, Loki, Yes, Oh Yes. You. This is you." She cried out and clung to him as she continued to ride him throughout the entire process.
As soon as she came back, her mouth sought his and poured out all the praise and emotion she could muster for what he'd given her already. He was swift and strong, and his body was immaculate perfection. "Fuck, your cock is amazing. You feel so damn good in my pussy, Loki. You're so good at this. That was fucking amazing, I haven't had better in ages. Just keep fucking me, please. Don't stop."
Loki would be fascinated to hear about what the blip did to some of his former enemies. At very least, the story of Clint’s life would give Loki reason to hope that there were people out there, aside from Natasha it seems, who could forgive him. He might actually find himself worrying about Clint. Although not under great circumstances (to say the very least) Loki actually knows the archer rather well. He’s one of the few he hasn’t actually tried to apologize to yet. He saw him on the forum he’d reached out to Natasha on, but, honestly, had chickened out. But knowing that he had reacted in a much similar way to himself might make Loki feel better about trying again.
Until he’d met Mobius, Loki had not had that person. Even that friendship took time and effort before Loki could trust or be trusted in return. No one is more surprised than he that Natasha seems to be in the same realm. Even when he’d decided to reach out to the Avengers and apologize, there had been no expectation that he would be believed or forgiven. But to have found someone who not only has forgiven him, but seems to connect with him is more than he ever could have hoped for.
Perhaps another time he would want that view (and quite a lovely view he’s sure it is), but this time he appreciates the closeness. It almost feels needed. Like he can’t imagine it being any other way. It isn’t often that Loki feels close to people, but there was an instant closeness with Natasha that he hopes he’s not imagining because just this small taste has him craving more.
He wraps his arms around her as they move together, enjoying the feeling of her pressed and sliding against him just as much the feel of him sliding inside her. She is absolutely stunning, the way she’s moves on and around him. It feels almost as if they could meld together. He feels almost stunned with the pleasure of it all as she tightens around him, calling his name. His hands slide back down to her hips, holding onto her as he drives harder and faster into her as she comes.
It’s an image he will not soon forget.
His cock is still hot and hard inside her as she comes down. He laps up the praise, hoping she’s telling the truth while simultaneously not caring so long as she keeps talking like that. It’s been a long time since he’s gotten laid, so really it was entirely possible she had faked it, though he didn’t think that was the case here.
“Do not worry,” he says, voice just slightly breathless as he smiles a bit mischievously at her. “I have no intention of stopping.” With that, he quickly flips them so that she is on her back and resumes fucking her. It’s still a hard steady pace, but he slows it down a bit, needing to feel himself fill her up with each long stroke.
There is absolutely no imagining the closeness that has somehow developed in the space between them. It wraps around them like a stunning warm blanket, made of the timeless fibers within the roots that Loki has spread across the universe. It binds them together here and now in a way that Natasha has never felt before. She longs for Loki not only in body, but in her very soul. He's somehow become a yin to her yang and she can already feel it within this first meeting. She never thought in a million years that she'd find a person that she would want to call home, but there is hope here.
There is deep hope as her body slides along Loki's, clenching and dancing through her first orgasm, singing his praise and the way she feels. All of it truth. Loki is doing nothing but bringing her all the godly pleasure that only he can offer. When he flips them, she lets out a small surprised gasp-- but then merely wraps her legs around him and digs her fingers up into his hair. "Fuck yes, Loki. Like this. Oh yes."
When he begins to slow down, she can feel how long and full he takes her. It reminds her of being done in every way possible. One day she'll mention that to him. He has full access to every part of her body. Leaning up she bites down on his shoulder, and sucks up a long dark mark. She knows that he can heal it quickly, but to see it at all-- to think of him as hers for any amount of seconds makes her proud. Her body begins to tighten again, and she can feel another roll of pleasure building. He's remarkable at riding right along that little ridge just inside her. Just a little bit longer. Nat forces herself not to come, wanting to edge herself as he runs slow and deep, stroking her fire higher with every slice of his hips.
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Date: 2024-01-15 02:49 pm (UTC)I assure you my mind may be mortal, but it is not tiny. I will let the subject alone, only because I believe that messing with the powers of time are a dangerous thing. Be careful how you speak of my mind, you little god or I might take back my offer to share myself on a more intimate level.
They are the one with the jets, and if you were to bring scotch we could sit and drink the scotch from the tub. It's a nice place to enjoy a drink from, since good scotch is hardly something you do shots of.
I take it you know about where I live, or do I need to send you my address?
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Date: 2024-01-16 08:57 pm (UTC)My apologies. It was a bad attempt at a joke, nothing more. I know you are quite capable. And I'll have you know, I am not so little. But if I haven't put my foot too far into my mouth, you just may find that out.
That does sound lovely. And rest assured, I will bring the best scotch. Definitely something to savour, no shots required.
I can find you, yes. I shall be there shortly.]
[Shortly indeed. There's a knock at her door within moments.]
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Date: 2024-01-17 01:27 pm (UTC)Anything else that she might have thought about texting was put to the side when Loki did all that he said and a little bit more by showing up at her door within mere minutes. It didn't even give the Widow a chance to freshen up as she'd normally have done for any guest arriving at her place.
Her fingers had been poised over her phone when the knock came, making her jump only the slightest bit. "Oi, these gods. I didn't even get a chance to change." She muttered to herself under her breath as she moved across the floor silently. Opening the door, she leaned against its frame with half a smile. "I see you don't mess around. Welcome to my humble living space. Come on in. Sorry I didn't have a chance to slip into anything more comfortable for you, so what you see is what you get tonight."
With that, Nat stood aside and let Loki into her home, arm sweeping forward and directing him toward the living room and the roaring fire straight ahead.
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Date: 2024-01-18 03:13 am (UTC)It wasn’t a fully conscious thought, showing up so quickly. It is simply just that Loki is able to be pretty much anywhere and any when he wants almost instantly. And really, he cannot imagine Natasha ever looking anything other than her best. She is just naturally beautiful like that.
When she opens the door, he is far from disappointed. He smiles back as she leans against the doorframe. “I don’t know, you look pretty comfortable to me.” There’s a slight teasing note in his voice, but it’s not about her and more to do with the idea that she might need to get all dressed up for him. Or dressed down as the case may be.
He enters at her gesture. He’s dressed rather casually himself. Simple black slacks and a light green sweater. He kicks off his simple slip on shoes and walks barefoot into her living area, admiring the apartment as he goes. Stopping in front of the fireplace, he turns back to Natasha with a smile and pulls a rather expensive bottle of scotch out seemingly from nowhere. “It’s an 18 year old single malt. I do hope this will suffice.”
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Date: 2024-01-18 01:04 pm (UTC)Nat's built a world of walls around her, and even allowing Loki to see her dressed down in some of her most comfortable clothes without the shell of makeup, hair and a carefully designed outfit is something she's not completely used to. Yet, with a deep breath, it feels alright. He's still that god, and still feels a little bit like he's wearing the airs he always does.
She wants to knock him down a peg, but that might come later if she can find all the right buttons. "Have a seat, and I will grab us some glasses. Would you like to adjourn to the bath first, or sit by the fireplace for a little while. I know that you run cool, do you not? Both places will be warming."
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Date: 2024-01-18 09:23 pm (UTC)One thing Loki has learned from being able to watch all the timelines is that this really isn’t something Natasha does often. Forget the make-up and outfit change, Loki is honoured that she would even let her into her home. He’s not sure what he’s said to have her open up, even this much, but he’s glad he did. Perhaps she simply just believed him.
Oh, he very much likes the idea of that.
“I think I would like to start with the fireplace. I’ve always enjoyed a nice fire. And yes, I do, but it does not cause me any discomfort if you have a preference.” He wonders just how much Thor told his friends about why Loki was the way he was. And he’ll ask her just that, once he’s had a drink first.
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Date: 2024-01-18 10:36 pm (UTC)They've changed and it's obvious to her. Now that she has him here in her house it's even more of a mystery. One that she wants to unwrap in more ways than one. "Please, set yourself in front of the fire then. I enjoy all the areas in my home. This space is where I spend a lot of time. I love the smell, and the crackle the logs make as they break up and give into the power the fire holds over them. It's peaceful, and I do a lot of reading here."
Unsure why she's opening up to Loki, Natasha moves to grab the glasses and comes back to pour our the liquor. Handing Loki his glass, she folds herself up right next to the Norse god. Her feet curl beneath his body, as a habit from sitting with friends that know her well. She leans into him. If they're going to get naked later, she might as well grow comfortable now. "Tell me something good about your life, a moment when you were happy. It can be new or old. I don't mind. I'm just curious."
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Date: 2024-01-18 11:50 pm (UTC)“Thank you,” he replies as he sits himself down in front of the fire. He stretches out his legs towards the fireplace and crosses his legs at the ankle as he waits for her. Taking the glass from her when she returns, he smells the liquor first, a wonderful aroma wafting up from the glass causing him to close his eyes in delight. “Yes, I imagine this is the perfect spot for reading. I used to enjoy a similar pastime when I was younger.”
He’s a little surprised when she tucks herself in against him, but he tries not to show it. He is aware of what they had been discussing over the messages and what there plans were here tonight, and yet. He relaxes almost instantly though and even puts his free arm around her as he sips lightly at his drink. He can’t help but notice how well she fits at his side.
“The first time I realized I had a true friend.” He doesn’t even need to think about it. Friendship wasn’t something that had come easily to him before that, but Mobius had changed everything. “As you can imagine, I was not a popular person for most of my life. It is only recently I have found true friendship in my life. It changed everything.”
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Date: 2024-01-19 02:36 pm (UTC)Perhaps it is as she says, both her and Loki have been through several things that have darkened their souls, and it is quite likely they'd never make it past the scales of Anubis, if that was ever the road to their underworld. Maybe, this is why Natasha finds comfort in her position tucked up so close to Loki with the crackle and roar of the fire in front of them. There's a coffee table for Loki's feet to settle across, which Natasha has always maintained was the whole reason she placed it there. Drinks and feet are the perfect things to rest on a table in front of a couch, if not there, then where?
"I find that a novel full of trash is exactly what I need when I can't turn my brain off from a mission, or a problem I can't solve. I let it run in the background while two characters live their lives and many times by book's end, I have what I need solved, and am more relaxed." She smiled and took a sip of the rich Scotch. It was perfect for the evening, sliding down to curl and warm in her stomach.
What Loki says next truly surprises Natasha in a way she's not used to being surprised. She would have thought that Loki had friends before now. It turns her heart over in compassion, because a part of her understands it as well. What were the Avengers if not her first real friends. With his arm around her, she moves to push herself up the space needed to kiss the side of his neck softly, a bare brush of lips.
"You've surprised me tonight Loki, and very few people ever do that." She says softly. "Friendship is a wonderful gift. I found it with the Avengers the first time, and I am happy that you've found it, and that it's been responsible for this.." Turning in his arms, she moves up on her knees to swipe her thumb along the side of his eyes, and then the corners of his lips. Each touch she follows with a soft, careful touch of her lips, until she reaches his mouth and there she pauses, looking him in the eyes before leaning in to kiss him lightly.
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Date: 2024-01-20 10:37 pm (UTC)But to be here, now, with Natasha clearly trusting hi and leaning up against him? He feels almost proud. Though it did not seem like it at the time, he’s sure, Loki has always had a lot of respect for Natasha. She is the only one who really challenged him and though it was under less than ideal circumstances, that has always stuck with him.
“I don’t know if what I typically read can be called trash, but I must say I understand what it does for you. I used to practice magic for that purpose. Even going over old spells I did not need to think about anymore to perform let my mind relax enough to figure most anything out. I do agree that reading is quite relaxing though.” He likes the image that conjures up of her. Sitting much as she is now, really. Casual, relaxed and more beautiful than she actually seems to realize, though he’s aware she knows well enough about her own looks. What he sees now is really much more than that.
He blinks in surprise at the soft touch of her lips to his neck. Again, it isn’t as if he isn’t aware of their plans for the night, but somehow having it actually play out is still surprising him. As she speaks, he looks at her, really looks at her, with a small smile on his face, intrigued by her as always. “We are nothing without our friends.” His voice is equally soft, his eyes searching her face as moves to kneel and face him.
He can’t help but tilt into her touch, pressing back ever so slightly against each touch and kiss. Loki looks her back fully in the eye just before she leans and he smiles, a true and honest smile. That is not something he was fully capable of the last time they were in the same room together. He magicks his drink to the table and wraps his arms around her, gently sliding his hands down her back as his eyes close. He presses back into the kiss, keeping it chaste for the moment, simply enjoying the feeling of her lips on his.
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Date: 2024-01-21 12:31 am (UTC)The moment his arm slides down her back, she adjusts by climbing into his lap and straddling him. It offers her an easier way to touch and kiss him, given their height difference. Still pressed up a little on her knees, her arms tie behind his head and Natasha slowly opens to his mouth, she starts with her eyes open while she tastes his lips with her tongue, each one separately before sliding along the center to seek further entrance. Catching her teeth against his bottom lip, she tugs lightly before beginning to tangle her tongue against his own.
There's a rich flavor there that completely foreign and new to her. The flavor of a man in the guise of a god. There's the magic he spoke so fondly of that she knows lies intimately within him like a second skin. Pulling back for a moment to look him in the eyes, she rolls her tongue over her lips, savoring the remnants of the kiss on her reddened lips. "You taste like a little bit of magic. I always wondered if you would. Yes, that begs the question of how long I've thought about kissing you, and while I might have hated you, I was attracted to you. It annoyed the hell out of me." Her hands slide down from around his neck to roam the frame of his chest, and all the muscles beneath it. Humming her approval, she let her own drape drop away, showing off the small sports bra she had on.
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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?”
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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."
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Date: 2024-01-23 06:06 pm (UTC)With how this is going so far though, he really hopes this isn’t a one off. He already knows he’ll have difficulty not wanting her again. It’s like because they can read each other so well, it’s making all of this much more intense, heightening the pleasure he’s already feeling. He’s quickly discovering that he’s not just physically attracted to her, but as she pushes herself into his lap further, she’ll at least be able to feel one of those.
Loki has never heard his magic described in such a way before. Many have been impressed by his abilities before, even when they did not like how he used them, but having someone actually be able to sense it is new and wonderful and unlike anything he ever thought possible. For once, Loki is rendered speechless, at least in terms of an adequate response.
In return, Loki is finding he cannot help but be attracted to her strength and intelligence. It practically rolls off her in waves. How she may look on the outside delicate and feminine, he can see the truth of her, how she has built herself up from a past that no one should ever have had to endure. He doesn’t know all the details, but is aware that she has a dark past. In part, as he had journeyed along his own path of redemption, he had modelled himself after her. Even the brief time they had known each other before, it had shown him that he could still be himself and be good. That combined with having people around him that believed he could change as well really improved his life.
As she moves, her mouth drawing goose-flesh from every inch it touched, his grip tightens on her thighs as he attempts not to rock up against her. He wants to, he very much wants to, but he’s trying not to appear overly desperate. He grins when she speaks, a small shiver running through him as her warm breath ghosts over his ear. “If it had not been for my illusionary magic, you and your friends might have seen more of me than you would’ve liked that first night. Of course, maybe you would have very much liked to see that.” There’s a note of teasing in his voice, but it is purely playful.
He easily moves to allow her to remove his shirt before sliding his hands up her body to cup at her breasts, his eyes slowly dragging up her body to make eye contact again. He almost laughs, a small huff of breath the only sign of his amusement. “I am glad you think so. I have always thought he was much too muscular, but that is the fashion for Asgard.” Loki doesn’t much compare himself to Thor anymore. He’s come to realize that not everyone wants blond and muscle bound, not that he doesn’t work on keeping himself fit as well. “But please, enough about my brother. I would rather not think of him right now.”
With that, he leans in and licks gently over one of her nipples before sucking it softly into his mouth, hoping that this time it will be her making some noises.
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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."
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Date: 2024-01-27 08:34 pm (UTC)That is something Loki wholeheartedly disagrees with. Natasha is definitely someone people should look up to and model themselves after. She is the epitome of redemption and change. He knows that there’s darkness in her past, most of which he doubts is a choice she made. Though he also knows that likely doesn’t matter. Guilt is a strange thing, after all. The fact remains though, no matte what she did in her past, she has spent a long time now trying to correct that. And that is definitely something Loki can identify with.
Natasha is typically very good at hiding what she truly thinks and feels, but Loki is also very good at seeing through masks himself. He hasn’t yet felt her wetness, but he can sense it. There is something in her eyes and in the way she moves that lets him know just how much she wants this. He, on the other hand, isn’t bothering to hide his desire at all. He knows it’s bleeding off him in waves, even if the hardness in his pants wasn’t evidence enough.
He huffs out an amused and sultry laugh at her words. “I am afraid I have not been a prince for quite some time now.” He can’t help but say it even if he thinks she’s teasing him anyway. “But to answer your question, I had a few thoughts that night. One concerned you kneeling willingly to me with that lovely mouth of yours wrapped around my cock.” He stops then for a moment, dragging his thumb across her bottom lip as he remembered the fantasy. He no longer cares for submission, at least not in the way he had wanted it then, but it still makes for a lovely mental image.
Gods, the way she reacts to his touch is better than any fantasy he ever could have dreamed up. All lithe muscle and sex appeal, she is more than he ever expected and everything he’s ever wanted. Her skin is so soft under his touch, he thinks maybe he would like to touch her like this forever. He could spend days simply dancing his fingers over every inch of her, learning what she likes most. When her fingers find his nipples in return, he gasps and groans, puffing warm breath over the hard nub of her own. He sucks it into his mouth again, gently rolling his tongue around it.
Her voice is like music to his ears. He does not need to be asked twice as his teeth come down around the nipple already in his mouth. Not too hard but definitely not what you might think of as gentle either. His hands slide back around to her lower back before drifting down to grab her ass. He pulls her forward, rocking against her. There’s no maybe’s now. She’ll definitely feel just how hard he is for 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.
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Date: 2024-01-28 10:45 pm (UTC)She is correct about that. In fact he thinks it shows her strength. That she is not simply a killer, that she doesn’t let that rule her life is truly something Loki would like to learn from. He has, of course, learned much himself in recent years. He has changed a lot, no longer filled with anger and resentment especially now he has a higher purpose, but he could never imagine looking down on someone for not being the same. He doesn’t want her to be the same. He likes Natasha exactly as she is and there is not much he thinks would change that.
At her words, her yells of passion, Loki does exactly that and bites and sucks harder, possibly bruising her, but gods, the way she moves against him and screams his name has him losing control. He’s starting to let his baser instincts take over and he can only hope he doesn’t go too far. He pulls back, bringing her breast with him for a moment as he sucks hard while pealing back from her. Glancing up at her, he smiles lasciviously, his eyes dark with lust. “Then you shall get exactly that.”
He gasps and groans slightly as her fingers deftly dance over the sensitive head of his cock causing him to rock his hips forward. He can practically smell her arousal by now and it’s driving him insane. It doesn’t help (or hurt) that he can now feel her wetness as well as she rocks more fully against him. “I do not wish to wait.” It’s all he says before a wave of green washes over them and they find themselves naked and in her bedroom, her still straddling him but now they are on her bed.
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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..."
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Date: 2024-02-02 01:33 am (UTC)Hope. It is still a very new thing to Loki, but she’s right in that assessment. He feels a lot of hope, especially after everything he’s been through lately. If someone like him, someone who has taken pleasure in killing and the pain of other people can come out of it, can come through to the other side and have a second chance, then he sees no reason why she should not have the same opportunity. In fact, he would guess that she deserves it even more than he ever did. Perhaps that is why he feels so hopeful when it comes to her.
He might try and deny it later, but when she tells him he’s good it sends a pleasant shiver all through his body. It makes him feel warm and good and like he’s really doing something right. He’s been getting that more lately. Has people he knows think of him in a good light even when their relationships didn’t start off so sunny. But to hear it from Natasha, from someone who actually knew him during the darkest time of his life, it fills him with an almost overwhelming feeling of pride and joy. It makes him want to please her even more.
“Normally I am more about taking things slowly, but perhaps we can save that for next time.” Truth is, he couldn’t help himself. Never in a million years had he thought he would have this opportunity and now that he has it, he can’t seem to hold himself back. He wants her almost desperately now, feels a deep need to thrust into her and bring her more pleasure than she has ever experienced before. Of course, he has no idea if he can ever manage something so grand, but it is exactly what he hopes to accomplish.
The heat coming from between her legs as she presses around him, not yet taking him but allowing him to feel her, how wet she is as she moves against him. It is one of the best feelings he can remember. His own hips begin to move in response, pressing against her as she moves her hips, rolling them, teasing him.
He groans against her lips as she kisses him lightly. “I have never wanted someone so much in my life. Everything about you is desirable and more than anything, I wish to sheath myself deep inside you and fuck you until you forget your name and can no longer see straight.”
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Date: 2024-02-05 03:58 pm (UTC)Had she ever been so vulnerable in her life? Surly not with Banner who she attempted to offer a little bit of her heart and body to and was so quickly dumped into a bath of cold hard icy truth. She wasn't good enough, not hardly enough. From then on she stayed so very closed off to anything that might have come her way, that Natasha only allowed her pleasure to happen on missions, and rare one offs. Nothing like this, no one ever like Loki.
As she stole heartbeat after heartbeat from the way he looked after her, she trembled slightly on top of him. "I want you too, more than I have wanted anything in a long, long time." Sliding back, she slipped over his tip and then beyond offering one final tease before reaching back. Her body was so slick by now that as soon as she steadied him, her body descended on his easily. In one slick movement, she took every long, thick inch of him inside her. "Oh, fuck, Loki." She moaned and had to still herself, letting only the walls of her cunt tighten and wave around his cock. "I need this. I need you. Fuck me, and don't let me remember. All I want is you, make me yours."
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Date: 2024-02-06 09:45 pm (UTC)The truth of it was, Loki felt everything rather deeply. When he was younger and he saw Odin treating Thor differently, he was jealous and confused. He didn’t understand why he couldn’t be more like Thor and even when he tried it was never good enough. That had hurt much more deeply than he really could express, even if he had always been rather emotional. His mother, the thought, she saw the truth, she knew how he hurt, and she had tried, in her own way, to make him feel better. Well, she tried everything but the one thing he thought truly would have helped. Telling him the truth. It had clearly worked for Sylvie. She might have ended up in a similar headspace as he had, but it had nothing to do with Odin and Frigga because she knew. In that time line they had told her.
Sometimes he wondered if that was her true Nexus event. Sad as that may be.
Whatever the reasoning, Loki could very much identify with Natasha on the family part. He knew that at some point in what could have been his future, he would make up with Thor, but really, from the moment he’d found out about his adoption he’d felt even more alone. He’d always known that there was something wrong with him. That he didn’t fit, that he was looked down on by everyone, family included. Even with that knowledge, he’d never expected to be so angry when he’d turned out to be right.
It wasn’t until Mobius that he’d found his own family, the way Natasha found the Avengers. It was the first time he’d ever felt truly accepted in his life. Perhaps this was another reason why he felt so close with Natasha now.
But those were all thoughts for another time because at the moment he could think of nothing else but how it felt to have her slide down over him, engulfing his cock smoothly. As she took all of him in, it was all he could do not to simply thrust up into her. And he would do that, but for the moment he wanted to enjoy the feel of her wet heat enveloping him.
His cock twitched inside her as he felt her tighten around him. His hands came to rest on her hips, gripping her tightly as he huffed out a bit of a breathless laugh. “Your wish is my command, m’lady.” There was some humour in his tone, but he couldn’t keep the desire out of it either. He leaned into to kiss her again as he used his strength to lift her, causing her to slide back up before he thrust up and brought her down, fucking into her hard and fast.
He set a steady and strong pace, wanting her to be able to feel him into next week.
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Date: 2024-02-07 03:09 pm (UTC)While Natasha knew more about loss than the majority of them, and more about what it meant to find and hold onto someone, she also knew the price and weight of guilt. Finding that one other person that understood it was rare. Clint was her person, but now to find Loki. To feel his body pressed up tight to hers, left her constantly in wonder of what the world really did hold in store now. Was it, could it be her turn?
As tight as she was, Nat could feel the thickness of him twitch as he pressed deep inside her. It made her whimper slightly, dropping her head forward so that it rested against his for a second. She didn't have to make this personal. Nat had every choice of sitting back as she rode him, of offering him the full picture of her body in all its glory bouncing on top of him, but this she kept close.
This way Natasha could feel her whole body slide up and down along his as she rode his cock. She circled her hips against his body, edging herself to a quick orgasm. It had been budding from the beginning. There are several ways for a woman to warm herself up-- and some of it is done through mere communication, and the way she squeezes her thighs throughout a kiss. She'd been feeling the weight of his cock inside her from the start, and now that he was there, her body responded with a resplendent, shattering orgasm, that brought all her muscles tight and clenched around him. "Fuck, Jesus. Oh fucking, fuck, Dear god, Loki, Yes, Oh Yes. You. This is you." She cried out and clung to him as she continued to ride him throughout the entire process.
As soon as she came back, her mouth sought his and poured out all the praise and emotion she could muster for what he'd given her already. He was swift and strong, and his body was immaculate perfection. "Fuck, your cock is amazing. You feel so damn good in my pussy, Loki. You're so good at this. That was fucking amazing, I haven't had better in ages. Just keep fucking me, please. Don't stop."
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Date: 2024-02-09 11:27 pm (UTC)Until he’d met Mobius, Loki had not had that person. Even that friendship took time and effort before Loki could trust or be trusted in return. No one is more surprised than he that Natasha seems to be in the same realm. Even when he’d decided to reach out to the Avengers and apologize, there had been no expectation that he would be believed or forgiven. But to have found someone who not only has forgiven him, but seems to connect with him is more than he ever could have hoped for.
Perhaps another time he would want that view (and quite a lovely view he’s sure it is), but this time he appreciates the closeness. It almost feels needed. Like he can’t imagine it being any other way. It isn’t often that Loki feels close to people, but there was an instant closeness with Natasha that he hopes he’s not imagining because just this small taste has him craving more.
He wraps his arms around her as they move together, enjoying the feeling of her pressed and sliding against him just as much the feel of him sliding inside her. She is absolutely stunning, the way she’s moves on and around him. It feels almost as if they could meld together. He feels almost stunned with the pleasure of it all as she tightens around him, calling his name. His hands slide back down to her hips, holding onto her as he drives harder and faster into her as she comes.
It’s an image he will not soon forget.
His cock is still hot and hard inside her as she comes down. He laps up the praise, hoping she’s telling the truth while simultaneously not caring so long as she keeps talking like that. It’s been a long time since he’s gotten laid, so really it was entirely possible she had faked it, though he didn’t think that was the case here.
“Do not worry,” he says, voice just slightly breathless as he smiles a bit mischievously at her. “I have no intention of stopping.” With that, he quickly flips them so that she is on her back and resumes fucking her. It’s still a hard steady pace, but he slows it down a bit, needing to feel himself fill her up with each long stroke.
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Date: 2024-02-11 02:25 am (UTC)There is deep hope as her body slides along Loki's, clenching and dancing through her first orgasm, singing his praise and the way she feels. All of it truth. Loki is doing nothing but bringing her all the godly pleasure that only he can offer. When he flips them, she lets out a small surprised gasp-- but then merely wraps her legs around him and digs her fingers up into his hair. "Fuck yes, Loki. Like this. Oh yes."
When he begins to slow down, she can feel how long and full he takes her. It reminds her of being done in every way possible. One day she'll mention that to him. He has full access to every part of her body. Leaning up she bites down on his shoulder, and sucks up a long dark mark. She knows that he can heal it quickly, but to see it at all-- to think of him as hers for any amount of seconds makes her proud. Her body begins to tighten again, and she can feel another roll of pleasure building. He's remarkable at riding right along that little ridge just inside her. Just a little bit longer. Nat forces herself not to come, wanting to edge herself as he runs slow and deep, stroking her fire higher with every slice of his hips.
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