Now that they've begun discussions of what will be something like their wedding, or will be their wedding. Natasha finds that this is even more real that she could ever imagine. All those years the red room spent stripping away any thoughts that she might ever have a normal real life as a woman, she held onto a few thing in her late night dreams and one was finding a man she could trust and love and the other was marrying him, a true wedding of any sort. They were fantasies and nothing more for the darkest of Russia's widows. She was the best at her job and they would never let her escape.
Now in one glorious night she's somehow found both, and the grief and guilt of all that she's done still remains, but he judges her not for a single remarkable moment of any of it. It's a miracle, and if she could bow at his feet and kiss them.. a part of her wishes it. She knows his past is far more complicated than her own, but it tugs at her. They are going to be partners for life in all of this. Kismet. Soulmates. Meant to be.
Sliding through the water to lean over the other end of the tub, Nat drapes herself over it and rises up on her knees, offering a better view of the majority of her body. It might have been easier to move to the bed, but the way the water moved about the tips of her breasts and hit her right below her pussy was rather mesmerizing. It sloshed, tempted and teased before they even touched, her thoughts burned a coil of heat in her stomach already as she moved back and forth, waiting.
Biting at her lip, she looked at the body of the man who was to be her husband, this god of ice and fire who was the very love of her life. He was marbled perfection in every way, absolutely a dream in form, and marvelous in every sense of the word. She inhaled deeply as she thought about people standing in at their wedding knowing that she was marrying this magnificent person.
She could invite people who would never understand, but it didn't matter. She looked forward to their private ceremony the most. "Handfasting it will be. I think I know exactly how I want it to be then, and I didn't know much your healing powers and what marks might last, but I was thinking of scarification, if you wanted. I don't know how much of an artist you are. It's similar to branding in a way. There's cutting instead of burning. I don't mind small, my love. Whatever you wish to have, you decide and i will carve it on you, if that's what you wish."
The thought turned her on. It might say something about her, but she arched her back for him, and flipped her damp hair about slapping it against skin, eyes gone dark as she spoke of it. Letting him know that she believed it would be beyond spiritual when they decided to do it.
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Now in one glorious night she's somehow found both, and the grief and guilt of all that she's done still remains, but he judges her not for a single remarkable moment of any of it. It's a miracle, and if she could bow at his feet and kiss them.. a part of her wishes it. She knows his past is far more complicated than her own, but it tugs at her. They are going to be partners for life in all of this. Kismet. Soulmates. Meant to be.
Sliding through the water to lean over the other end of the tub, Nat drapes herself over it and rises up on her knees, offering a better view of the majority of her body. It might have been easier to move to the bed, but the way the water moved about the tips of her breasts and hit her right below her pussy was rather mesmerizing. It sloshed, tempted and teased before they even touched, her thoughts burned a coil of heat in her stomach already as she moved back and forth, waiting.
Biting at her lip, she looked at the body of the man who was to be her husband, this god of ice and fire who was the very love of her life. He was marbled perfection in every way, absolutely a dream in form, and marvelous in every sense of the word. She inhaled deeply as she thought about people standing in at their wedding knowing that she was marrying this magnificent person.
She could invite people who would never understand, but it didn't matter. She looked forward to their private ceremony the most. "Handfasting it will be. I think I know exactly how I want it to be then, and I didn't know much your healing powers and what marks might last, but I was thinking of scarification, if you wanted. I don't know how much of an artist you are. It's similar to branding in a way. There's cutting instead of burning. I don't mind small, my love. Whatever you wish to have, you decide and i will carve it on you, if that's what you wish."
The thought turned her on. It might say something about her, but she arched her back for him, and flipped her damp hair about slapping it against skin, eyes gone dark as she spoke of it. Letting him know that she believed it would be beyond spiritual when they decided to do it.