It's probably a better idea to put a bit of their essence into their marks, than anything that Natasha feels like doing. At this point she's almost willing to devour a tiny bit of his flesh-- nothing meaningful or large. It would be like biting to make it bleed and keeping what's left behind to open up the soul of one another. It's sacriligious in the most terrible way. The exchange of flesh, she figures. She has no idea if he'd even be open to it. It's a thought in her mind and not one she'd ever bring up lightly with another person. Only that her feelings for him are so strong, that she might consider such a thing. Blood has always been an equalizer between two people, a thing shared and tasted. It's a reminder of life, she feels.
Having been through so much pain, she can't help but enjoy it at times to enjoy the life she lives, but this would be a part of her bond with him, a need that's all driving. She feels him within her even when they are separated as an ache, a missing hole in her being already. She looks back to him and knows that they were made for one another. His body is so perfect in form and essence, complete and whole. She wants to climb right back in with him and worship his body once more, but she knows they have more to do. Plans to make, things to discuss.
"I love what I see. You delight me in all things. I want every part of you. I want to be one with you always." She bites her lip watching him dry off, and licks her lips when he half dresses. He looks like the god he is like that, chest pale and barren, rippled with muscles she can still feel beneath the pads of her fingers.
Walking through the ample rows of her closet, Natasha reaches the selection of lingerie and it's with a sly grin, she moves to a purchase she made online recently in a deep green, that's almost black but not quite. It sets her hair aflame when she puts it on. "What do you think, my love?" This isn't exactly something for sleep, but it's for him. She hadn't known it at the time, but it had been for him all along.
Moving toward the bed, she pulls back the sheer curtains, and smiles at him. "Excellent. I'll show you some arrangements I was thinking about on the laptop. I've ideas on several things, but how about you pick my ring and I'll find yours. I promise to make it as unique to you as you do mine to me." Natasha's laptop is laid on the bed, and they can plan their ceremony for soon as they talk of his life and things that have gone on as they work toward building a life together. "Should we lay down and talk for a while?"
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Having been through so much pain, she can't help but enjoy it at times to enjoy the life she lives, but this would be a part of her bond with him, a need that's all driving. She feels him within her even when they are separated as an ache, a missing hole in her being already. She looks back to him and knows that they were made for one another. His body is so perfect in form and essence, complete and whole. She wants to climb right back in with him and worship his body once more, but she knows they have more to do. Plans to make, things to discuss.
"I love what I see. You delight me in all things. I want every part of you. I want to be one with you always." She bites her lip watching him dry off, and licks her lips when he half dresses. He looks like the god he is like that, chest pale and barren, rippled with muscles she can still feel beneath the pads of her fingers.
Walking through the ample rows of her closet, Natasha reaches the selection of lingerie and it's with a sly grin, she moves to a purchase she made online recently in a deep green, that's almost black but not quite. It sets her hair aflame when she puts it on. "What do you think, my love?" This isn't exactly something for sleep, but it's for him. She hadn't known it at the time, but it had been for him all along.
Moving toward the bed, she pulls back the sheer curtains, and smiles at him. "Excellent. I'll show you some arrangements I was thinking about on the laptop. I've ideas on several things, but how about you pick my ring and I'll find yours. I promise to make it as unique to you as you do mine to me." Natasha's laptop is laid on the bed, and they can plan their ceremony for soon as they talk of his life and things that have gone on as they work toward building a life together. "Should we lay down and talk for a while?"