Once upon a time she knew a person who could create pants from thin air. It'd taken a lot to forge a truce with him, but his magic was pretty wonder inducing. If martial arts could ever create pants from thin air, she'd love to see it and learn that art.
Often in the public eye, Natasha enjoyed the time that she had at her apartment. It wasn't surprising then that she was eager to leave the bar and sneak back to her place of comfort away from the world. "Glad you got what you wanted." She wasn't sure exactly what that was, but she could ask later.
Handing him a helmet, she let him ride on the back of her bike on the way home. Once there, she disarms the top-notch security put in place by Stark, and then opens up the door, allowing him in first. It's a cozy place, the fireplace is still lit and crackling by the couch. A TV sits in front of it, for easy viewing. There's a lounge chair near a window that looks perfect to curl up in with a book. Soft throws are tossed over the backs of all the chairs and couches. It's an open floor plan, so the kitchen sits open nearby with a hightop bar, chairs tucked underneath.
"Welcome to my humble abode. This is my hideaway from the world, and I rarely bring people here, so consider yourself lucky. "
She nudges him in the ribs playfully, and gives a soft tug to his long hair. "Please, make yourself at home. Can I get you something to drink? Water, Wine, Soda?"
Oh, SOMEONE's could, he was sure. After all, martial arts is just another way of looking at magic! Someday he'd have to get into that explanation with Nat, although dipping into the nature of 'consensus reality' and its ramifications is always a hell of a deep dive.
"Trust me, I know I'm lucky." He took in her place with casual curiosity -- he always felt like he should develop into the kind of wise master who could learn countless things about a person just by studying how they lived, and so forth, but the reality of him being capable of overlooking things like entire rooms just kept interfering with that goal. "I'd love a soda, whatever you've got."
And since she told him to make himself at home, he wasted no time in plopping on the couch by the fire, watching her move as he did so.
That would certainly be something he'd have to teach and explain to her. She'd love to sit for that lesson, possibly half-dressed with her legs across his lap as they sipped on beverages that may or may not get them inebriated. It might not be the smartest thing to get Morgan drunk, but Natasha lived for bad ideas. Plus, she enjoyed things that stimulated her mind and body all at once.
It had taken Natasha years of practice to learn how to study a person as quickly as she could and develop a sense about them upon a quick read. That had been one more thing she'd started in her childhood and never stopped training in. She wasn't a perfect study by any means, but she did alright. She was good enough to seduce a man for his secrets, or to force him to kidnap her in order to get him to spill his plan-- and better yet, to know which strategy to use on each man she went against.
Seeing a person's home could tell bits and pieces of a story. Nat's told enough because she decorated it herself. There wasn't a lot around, but it was cozy and warm. It was lived in. Her room told far more than the outer living space. Picking a cola from the fridge she brought it over to him, and settled it on the table there.
Nat held a beer and after kicking off her shoes, she set it next to him and waved her hand. "I'll be right back. I'm getting back into my loungewear. I wasn't dressed to start with, and I hope you don't mind me being as comfortable as I want in my own home. I can grab you a t-shirt if you want something better than a button up to go with the sweat pants."
The surest way to get no useful explanation out of Morgan at all is to put legs in his lap while asking for it. Sure, he'd try, but the power of distraction is just too great. He's a leg man and proud of it. And not subtle.
On the other hand, getting him drunk might indeed be unwise -- or at least, so he'd say. He avoided alcohol, for the most part, thanks to one dumb move in his earlier years he'd never really forgiven himself for. But in his opinion, things are more fun when you're thinking clearly anyway!
"I do rarely wear button-ups... but I'll also take any excuse to show off," he said, already undoing the top couple of buttons. Sure, he claims he isn't vain, but he takes just a biiit too much pride in the body he works hard to keep for that to be plausible. Plus he's teasing her a little, which his grin fully acknowledges. "So if you're gonna get comfortable, I will too a little."
It's not that Natasha doesn't enjoy thinking clearly. She happens to do it well in most all situations. She's a master of her own destiny now and intends to always remain so. Control is not a thing she'd ever hand over easily. It's merely that she was born of Russian heritage and while much of that was taken away from her, there settles within her a few choice reminders of her bloodline that still like to come out and play now and then. Her ability to enjoy drinking is one of them. Although, generally she merely has a glass or two of wine and is fully sated.
Biting her lip while Morgan takes the time to slip out of his shirt, Natasha shakes her head and moves behind him to help him off with the shirt. Her fingers drift along the well defined muscles of his back, enjoying the way they move when he rolls his shoulders to help move the last bit of the shirt.
Moving to her side of the room, she picked up the pile of clothes and stepped to the side of her closet door to strip. If he wanted to watch, he most certainly could but she wasn't directly visible. Slipping into what she'd been wearing earlier. Nat sighed when she walked out, enjoying the softness that now enfolded her. "This is far more like it. You doing better too?"
Oh, those fingers are almost a cruel touch! They certainly left him with some goosebumps once they lift away. Which means he definitely turned to watch the view as she walked away. No part of what he can see was less than amazing!
When she ducked behind the closet door, though, he got distracted wondering what she's thinking. Or if she's thinking. No question she knew exactly what she does to guys, so was she hiding completely behind the door to prevent that? Or was it a deep gambit to make him want to see what's there even more? Or maybe, she wasn't even thinking about things like that. He kinda hoped it was the latter. Morgan might not be into the idea of "beauty is a curse", but he can definitely see how it'd have a real effect on any sort of relationships.
'Course then she popped back into view, and her outfit was pretty modest but also makes her look damn good, and so what could he do but grin in appreciation?
"I owe you big for tonight. I had no idea how I was gonna get out of there without relying too much on some stuff I'd rather not have. You need a private jet of your own or something?" he added with a wink.
She was having thoughts, most certainly. They were entertaining leaving the door pushed away so that he could have a full showing, or maybe a partial showing. It was very tempting, but it was hard to gauge exactly where this friendship was heading. Did she want to make the mistake of moving in too quickly, or being too forward and mess up something that had become precious to her? Not distinctly.
Morgan kept her intrigued and laughing. Men didn't do that often. Plus, he was delicious to watch. She wanted to purr while disrobing him. His muscles were decidedly lickable, but thankfully she kept her tongue in her mouth-- this time. Perhaps she wasn't thinking about exactly what standing behind the so called curtain did to him, but she was wondering all about the effects he was currently having on her
"You owe me nothing, but if you have ideas I'm always open to them. Come sit with me by the fireplace and watch a movie. Give me someone to be close to so I don't have to feel like a loser watching something warm and sexy all alone." She laughed, and moved to the fireplace, poking it a few times before tossing a match back on it. There was also a little meter to the side that kept track of how high the flame roared. It was a cross of modern and old-fashioned. She got to build it with wood, and keep the smell-- but it would put itself out if she had to run, and wouldn't burn down her house.
About to shift, Morgan had to pause to laugh. "You could literally never be a loser," he said, amused but adamant. If she watched something alone, that was only because no one else could live up to the standards she wanted for a companion during that movie!
"Although I'm already watching something warm and sexy, so I dunno how easily I can get distracted from that. I wouldn't have taken you for a fireplace gal though, so I'm also learning new things! I should accidentally ignite my pants more often, this is turning into the best day ever."
Maybe a slight exaggeration, but... being invited into her private sanctum really felt good. It meant she trusted him and was willing to open herself up that little bit, which he couldn't think came easily to her. Add on that she came out to help him instead of just bemusedly tolerating his complaining, and a guy could start feeling a little special. Not that he thought for a second she didn't like him, of course -- but 'like' and 'trust' don't have to come as a package deal.
Most of the time, Natasha prefered her own company. She worked out in the company of the Avengers and with other people who tended to think what they would of her and she found her home to be her oasis, a place that she rarely let people into. It was true that letting Morgan in was a big deal and trust and like did not equate. They were very much two separate things. There were even a handful of people she trusted that had never been to her apartment.
She liked it this way. She also was growing to really like hanging around with Morgan. He kept making her laugh and that in turn made him somehow seem even more handsome. It was a serious unfair advantage. "You are working dangerous territory. I adore all this flattery you're working. It's melting this cold frozen, Russian heart of mine..." Holding out a hand for him, she pulled him to her.
"Sit with me, and enjoy being warm and sexy with me, Lord knows you've got the sexy down." Natasha couldn't help but bite her lower lip and grin as she looked up at him.
One potential flaw with him: he had a tendency to giggle. Which was exactly what he did when she delivered that 'cold frozen heart' line. As if she hadn't gone for a hug as soon as she saw him! As if she hadn't been invariably good to him (outside of teasing, which for the record was also totally okay).
"Is it flattery if I'm just telling the truth?"
Looking down at her, he felt one of those sudden, violent twinges that shot from just below the left lung, up his spine and into his brain. A familiar twinge, that was his body telling him to kiss the hot girl, idiot. She'd inspired more than a few of those, especially close like this, but ignoring them had paid off every bit as well as he'd hoped. Kissing was fun, but friendship was priceless, and he still believed he had the one because he'd focused on her as a person instead of her as a hot girl.
The giggle made Natasha feel a little bit silly inside and goodness knows how long it'd been since she'd felt like that. What was it about this man that had her letting her walls down enough to laugh like this. Bubbling up, tugged him into her and wrapped her arms around him. She smashed her lips to his cheek in a noisy kiss because he deserved it for all the flattery he was heaping upon her.
Her nose paraded up and down his cheek afterwards, softly caressing it while she shook her head. "You are certainly terrible, horrible and no good." She decided, holding him close. It had been ages since she'd allowed herself to desire this type of closeness. Most of her brain told her that she didn't deserve it, and that she wouldn't be allowed to keep it if he truly knew who she was.
They did have a great friendship, and he was the perfect companion for her. She could lay here like this and hold him. Perhaps she wanted everything else as well, but that scared her. She didn't want to mess anything else up. Having a man that she could hold and be close to as they watched a movie was priceless. Changing it to anything beyond that could complicate it. This was more than enough, right? Flipping on the first romantic movie she found, called "A Simple Favor" She had no idea what it was about, but it seemed interesting enough. "Okay, movie watching time. Think you can do that for ten seconds? Or am I going to have to punish you and your big mouth?"
While technically romantic movies weren't his thing, his philosophy was that every experience teaches you something, so he was in! He plopped down to get comfortable -- part of which was snaking an arm around Nat's waist to pull her down into his lap.
"There is no part of that phrase that sounds like a threat," he murmured close to her ear... then gently bonked his head into hers, because every moment was a good moment to be a doof.
He had been the one to agree to it in her line of thinking. Nat didn't necessarily care what was on the screen. She was more about laying here snuggled up against Morgan. The entire thing was a bundle of comfort. It changed only a little when he pulled her into his lap. It made her heart begin to kick up a few beats. While it was one thing to lay in a man's arms, it was a different feeling to settle in his lap and lean against his chest.
Morgan was made broad in ways and lithe in others. She could feel the muscles beneath his shirt like this, and was very aware of the fact that he was male. "You want me to punish your mouth?" She laughed softly. Leaning her head into his she couldn't help herself. Instinct took over and she tipped her head and touched her lips lightly to his. Maybe it was wrong to cross the line, but he could always back away if it wasn't something he wanted. She kept it soft, warm and inviting, offering more, but not demanding.
...She started it! She initiated it! That meant no one, especially her, could accuse him of just thinking she was hot and valuing nothing else about her!
So now that he finally could, he returned the kiss with warmth, delight, and no small amount of relief -- that kick to the spine every time he felt tempted wasn't really comfortable, after all. Now he could finally, finally lean in and lose himself in the feeling of her lips against his and her body in his arms.
Movie? What movie? Only one thing could possibly have his full and entire attention right now!
There would be room for argument in the who started it category, and she would firmly rest on the side that pulling a woman into one's arms is certainly a way to initiate intimacy. Natasha was only doing what came natural when she felt the warmth of his body pressed so clearly against hers. They'd only been dancing around their attraction for what felt forever-- aka, the moment they met.
Fingers ran themselves through the tiny hairs at the back of his neck while they kissed. Soft and pliant opened and she happily twisted her tongue around and against his. It was all very lazy at first, used to explore and taste. Natasha liked to figure out how a person liked to be kissed, what they did with their hands, their tongue and teeth so that she could eventually match the fervor.
In a way she was a very dominant lover, but she tried to listen to her partner's needs before taking anything over. Not that her hands didn't eventually wander down along his shoulders, enjoying the breadth of them. No, there was nothing on the TV that was going to take them away from this.
If there's a problem. I'll take the blame. I'm pretty amazing at lying, even to the government.
I usually shop online, but you can certainly help. I don't mind a man's opinion one bit.
That Bridgerton one? I haven't even gotten started on it. I think the fact that everyone is fawning over it has made me stay away. I'd rather watch some sci-fi shit that that.
I don't know what ice cream your getting. I'd say we could go for champagne. It's great with ice cream, especially mint chocolate. Just nothing super dry, it needs a touch of sweet.
I guess we can let him choose, and I don't mind tossing guys at him either. He just needs to stick his toe in the water.
I might hold you up to this one day. You’re better at lying than I am, without a doubt.
All right. Yeah. I can do that. Let me know whenever you need my opinion.
Yeah, I think it’s the one. You afraid you’ll get the romantic bug too?. [He doesn’t think that can happen, but he can’t help teasing her about it.] But sci-fi sounds good to me. Much more my type of movies.
Champagne with a touch of sweet. Noted. How did you know mint chocolate’s my favourite? [Though he’s not exactly surprised she knows that about him, he wonders how she managed to find out.]
Yeah. Feels like we should just push him into the pool with how careful he is with just dipping his toes, though. But maybe I’m just hoping to be best man before I turn a hundred and ten.
There's not a lie detector test out there that can defeat me. Let me know when you need me and I'm all yours. [Is there a double entendre in there, he can decide. Perhaps.]
We can look at them tonight, and pick out a new piece. I do so like to spoil myself, and I haven't every had a man help me pick anything out yet. Banner and I never made it that far. He turned me down while I wore a bathrobe for him.
I may read the romantic stuff now and then, but it's usually for the hot sex. I promise. I'm not really into the dating scene. It doesn't work out for me. I guess I'll put 365 days away, and get out something more like Divergent, or Everything, Everywhere, All at Once. They're all playing. I believe.
I had no idea Mint Chip was your favorite. I was merely picking out my favorite. I guess we have excellent tastes.
I'd happily toss him into the pool with your help. You'll probably get married before him at this point.
Yeah, will do, for sure. [Oh, he wishes the double entendre is deliberate, but Bucky doesn't want to assume here, not until he's sure she's interested like he is.]
Sure, if that's what you're in the mood for. [Looks like he's not going to be able to focus on the movie, is he?
And Banner, you're an idiot.] You know, I wanna be understanding and say shit like 'I'm sure he had a good reason', but honestly, personally, I can't think of a good reason to turn you down. [Not even being a former assassin with a long list of enemies. Doing so would be insulting to Nat, she can certainly take care of herself in a fight.]
Just for the hot sex, huh? Maybe next time I see you reading on the Quinjet, I'll take a peek over your shoulder to check that out too. And is that the one with the hotdog hands? Because Steve hasn't stopped talking about it with Sam last time we trained.
Well, I guess I should get a bigger tub then.
Ha, I doubt that would happen. Not a lot of women are in line to marry me. Or even date me. I think the whole Winter Soldier thing is a deterrent.
[Her last text is left unanswered; instead there's a knock on her door.]
Hey, a guy can be snuggly, can't he? He's a very physical person, after all. But if this is how it was going to end up, he had no complaints!
As for reading him? Not too difficult. Her hands might be roaming a bit, but once his found their way to her bare waist, he wraps both arms around her to keep her pressed tight to him. His attention is entirely on their kiss, like he has to memorize every detail of it. But not passive -- the moment her mouth opens and her tongue seeks his, he meets her eagerly, twining his with hers with a fervor that just begins to hint at how very attracted he is to her. Since the moment they met, indeed!
After a little, though, his fingers begin to stroke her skin. Hard muscles under soft skin is an unbelievable turn-on for him, after all. There's no feeling like it in the entire world.
[There'd been a multitude at her fingertips, but all of it remained half-spoken when her door sounded. Why he. He would, of course, leave her in the middle of a sentence. -- She shook her head and smiled with an odd sort of amusement to herself. There had been so much flirting going on that she had begun to wonder what exactly would happen now that they'd stolen an evening away together.
Nat might have had on some of her most comfortable pjs earlier, a pair of sweat pants and a ripped tee, but about halfway through their conversation, she'd gone to her room and slipped into this number, but in deep purple. It was still ridiculously comfortable, but also had the added effect of being as revealing as she wanted it to be.
It took her a few seconds to stop her heart pounding, because it shouldn't be. She'd vowed she wouldn't let a man affect her in this manner anymore, but there was so much more to Bucky than what met the eye. He could understand her on a far deeper level than anyone else, and while they'd never gone beyond surface level, there had been more than one reason she'd taken Steve's side when he'd gone about saving him.
When she'd completely schooled herself again, Nat rose and strolled to her door. She leaned against the frame after opening it. ]
The more intense the kiss becomes, the more eager and responsive Natasha is. The way she was sitting sideways across his lap makes getting as close as she wanted difficult. Normally in this circumstance, Nat would be the one doing the climbing and she always preferred to be directly facing someone. That said, she pulls away from Morgan briefly so that she can shift around in his lap, straddling him with a twisted grin at her lips.
"This is much more like it." She whispers, leaning in as she settles back down against him, rolling her hips ever so slightly as she does. All of her body is for his perusal now. It also gives her greater freedom to touch as she wants. Lips move against his neck, softly kissing for a second before dragging her teeth against the skin. Rolling her tongue in a circle, teasing at the soft area, Natasha sucks up a bit and releases leaving a light pink circle behind. It's not enough to last very long, but she'll see it the night through.
Fingers slip down along his shoulders to his waist so that she can find the hem of his shirt. He's not the only one that wants to feel along skin, and the ridges of muscle. Morgan's body is phenomenal and exactly how she imagines how it would feel. Her digits crawl along his back and then around to explore his abs with a soft purr. "You feel so good beneath my fingers. I always knew you would. "
You can bring the guns. I know I've always got mine on me.
[Laughing to herself, Nat takes her bike to the small bar that she tends to frequent because it's out of the way and no one bothers her there. Slipping into one of the last booths, she orders up a round of vodka shots and a beer for herself while she waits for Bucky to arrive.]
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Date: 2024-05-11 05:38 pm (UTC)Once upon a time she knew a person who could create pants from thin air. It'd taken a lot to forge a truce with him, but his magic was pretty wonder inducing. If martial arts could ever create pants from thin air, she'd love to see it and learn that art.
Often in the public eye, Natasha enjoyed the time that she had at her apartment. It wasn't surprising then that she was eager to leave the bar and sneak back to her place of comfort away from the world. "Glad you got what you wanted." She wasn't sure exactly what that was, but she could ask later.
Handing him a helmet, she let him ride on the back of her bike on the way home. Once there, she disarms the top-notch security put in place by Stark, and then opens up the door, allowing him in first. It's a cozy place, the fireplace is still lit and crackling by the couch. A TV sits in front of it, for easy viewing. There's a lounge chair near a window that looks perfect to curl up in with a book. Soft throws are tossed over the backs of all the chairs and couches. It's an open floor plan, so the kitchen sits open nearby with a hightop bar, chairs tucked underneath.
"Welcome to my humble abode. This is my hideaway from the world, and I rarely bring people here, so consider yourself lucky. "
She nudges him in the ribs playfully, and gives a soft tug to his long hair. "Please, make yourself at home. Can I get you something to drink? Water, Wine, Soda?"
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Date: 2024-05-12 11:02 pm (UTC)"Trust me, I know I'm lucky." He took in her place with casual curiosity -- he always felt like he should develop into the kind of wise master who could learn countless things about a person just by studying how they lived, and so forth, but the reality of him being capable of overlooking things like entire rooms just kept interfering with that goal. "I'd love a soda, whatever you've got."
And since she told him to make himself at home, he wasted no time in plopping on the couch by the fire, watching her move as he did so.
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Date: 2024-05-13 08:53 pm (UTC)It had taken Natasha years of practice to learn how to study a person as quickly as she could and develop a sense about them upon a quick read. That had been one more thing she'd started in her childhood and never stopped training in. She wasn't a perfect study by any means, but she did alright. She was good enough to seduce a man for his secrets, or to force him to kidnap her in order to get him to spill his plan-- and better yet, to know which strategy to use on each man she went against.
Seeing a person's home could tell bits and pieces of a story. Nat's told enough because she decorated it herself. There wasn't a lot around, but it was cozy and warm. It was lived in. Her room told far more than the outer living space. Picking a cola from the fridge she brought it over to him, and settled it on the table there.
Nat held a beer and after kicking off her shoes, she set it next to him and waved her hand. "I'll be right back. I'm getting back into my loungewear. I wasn't dressed to start with, and I hope you don't mind me being as comfortable as I want in my own home. I can grab you a t-shirt if you want something better than a button up to go with the sweat pants."
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Date: 2024-05-16 01:15 am (UTC)On the other hand, getting him drunk might indeed be unwise -- or at least, so he'd say. He avoided alcohol, for the most part, thanks to one dumb move in his earlier years he'd never really forgiven himself for. But in his opinion, things are more fun when you're thinking clearly anyway!
"I do rarely wear button-ups... but I'll also take any excuse to show off," he said, already undoing the top couple of buttons. Sure, he claims he isn't vain, but he takes just a biiit too much pride in the body he works hard to keep for that to be plausible. Plus he's teasing her a little, which his grin fully acknowledges. "So if you're gonna get comfortable, I will too a little."
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Date: 2024-05-17 06:45 pm (UTC)Biting her lip while Morgan takes the time to slip out of his shirt, Natasha shakes her head and moves behind him to help him off with the shirt. Her fingers drift along the well defined muscles of his back, enjoying the way they move when he rolls his shoulders to help move the last bit of the shirt.
Moving to her side of the room, she picked up the pile of clothes and stepped to the side of her closet door to strip. If he wanted to watch, he most certainly could but she wasn't directly visible. Slipping into what she'd been wearing earlier. Nat sighed when she walked out, enjoying the softness that now enfolded her. "This is far more like it. You doing better too?"
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Date: 2024-05-20 03:59 pm (UTC)When she ducked behind the closet door, though, he got distracted wondering what she's thinking. Or if she's thinking. No question she knew exactly what she does to guys, so was she hiding completely behind the door to prevent that? Or was it a deep gambit to make him want to see what's there even more? Or maybe, she wasn't even thinking about things like that. He kinda hoped it was the latter. Morgan might not be into the idea of "beauty is a curse", but he can definitely see how it'd have a real effect on any sort of relationships.
'Course then she popped back into view, and her outfit was pretty modest but also makes her look damn good, and so what could he do but grin in appreciation?
"I owe you big for tonight. I had no idea how I was gonna get out of there without relying too much on some stuff I'd rather not have. You need a private jet of your own or something?" he added with a wink.
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Date: 2024-05-22 08:12 pm (UTC)Morgan kept her intrigued and laughing. Men didn't do that often. Plus, he was delicious to watch. She wanted to purr while disrobing him. His muscles were decidedly lickable, but thankfully she kept her tongue in her mouth-- this time. Perhaps she wasn't thinking about exactly what standing behind the so called curtain did to him, but she was wondering all about the effects he was currently having on her
"You owe me nothing, but if you have ideas I'm always open to them. Come sit with me by the fireplace and watch a movie. Give me someone to be close to so I don't have to feel like a loser watching something warm and sexy all alone." She laughed, and moved to the fireplace, poking it a few times before tossing a match back on it. There was also a little meter to the side that kept track of how high the flame roared. It was a cross of modern and old-fashioned. She got to build it with wood, and keep the smell-- but it would put itself out if she had to run, and wouldn't burn down her house.
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Date: 2024-05-24 05:29 pm (UTC)"Although I'm already watching something warm and sexy, so I dunno how easily I can get distracted from that. I wouldn't have taken you for a fireplace gal though, so I'm also learning new things! I should accidentally ignite my pants more often, this is turning into the best day ever."
Maybe a slight exaggeration, but... being invited into her private sanctum really felt good. It meant she trusted him and was willing to open herself up that little bit, which he couldn't think came easily to her. Add on that she came out to help him instead of just bemusedly tolerating his complaining, and a guy could start feeling a little special. Not that he thought for a second she didn't like him, of course -- but 'like' and 'trust' don't have to come as a package deal.
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Date: 2024-05-24 06:01 pm (UTC)She liked it this way. She also was growing to really like hanging around with Morgan. He kept making her laugh and that in turn made him somehow seem even more handsome. It was a serious unfair advantage. "You are working dangerous territory. I adore all this flattery you're working. It's melting this cold frozen, Russian heart of mine..." Holding out a hand for him, she pulled him to her.
"Sit with me, and enjoy being warm and sexy with me, Lord knows you've got the sexy down." Natasha couldn't help but bite her lower lip and grin as she looked up at him.
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Date: 2024-05-31 05:14 pm (UTC)"Is it flattery if I'm just telling the truth?"
Looking down at her, he felt one of those sudden, violent twinges that shot from just below the left lung, up his spine and into his brain. A familiar twinge, that was his body telling him to kiss the hot girl, idiot. She'd inspired more than a few of those, especially close like this, but ignoring them had paid off every bit as well as he'd hoped. Kissing was fun, but friendship was priceless, and he still believed he had the one because he'd focused on her as a person instead of her as a hot girl.
"Either way, lots of truths I could still tell."
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Date: 2024-05-31 11:18 pm (UTC)Her nose paraded up and down his cheek afterwards, softly caressing it while she shook her head. "You are certainly terrible, horrible and no good." She decided, holding him close. It had been ages since she'd allowed herself to desire this type of closeness. Most of her brain told her that she didn't deserve it, and that she wouldn't be allowed to keep it if he truly knew who she was.
They did have a great friendship, and he was the perfect companion for her. She could lay here like this and hold him. Perhaps she wanted everything else as well, but that scared her. She didn't want to mess anything else up. Having a man that she could hold and be close to as they watched a movie was priceless. Changing it to anything beyond that could complicate it. This was more than enough, right? Flipping on the first romantic movie she found, called "A Simple Favor" She had no idea what it was about, but it seemed interesting enough. "Okay, movie watching time. Think you can do that for ten seconds? Or am I going to have to punish you and your big mouth?"
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Date: 2024-06-03 05:51 pm (UTC)"There is no part of that phrase that sounds like a threat," he murmured close to her ear... then gently bonked his head into hers, because every moment was a good moment to be a doof.
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Date: 2024-06-03 05:58 pm (UTC)Morgan was made broad in ways and lithe in others. She could feel the muscles beneath his shirt like this, and was very aware of the fact that he was male. "You want me to punish your mouth?" She laughed softly. Leaning her head into his she couldn't help herself. Instinct took over and she tipped her head and touched her lips lightly to his. Maybe it was wrong to cross the line, but he could always back away if it wasn't something he wanted. She kept it soft, warm and inviting, offering more, but not demanding.
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Date: 2024-06-07 04:54 pm (UTC)So now that he finally could, he returned the kiss with warmth, delight, and no small amount of relief -- that kick to the spine every time he felt tempted wasn't really comfortable, after all. Now he could finally, finally lean in and lose himself in the feeling of her lips against his and her body in his arms.
Movie? What movie? Only one thing could possibly have his full and entire attention right now!
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Date: 2024-06-07 06:07 pm (UTC)Fingers ran themselves through the tiny hairs at the back of his neck while they kissed. Soft and pliant opened and she happily twisted her tongue around and against his. It was all very lazy at first, used to explore and taste. Natasha liked to figure out how a person liked to be kissed, what they did with their hands, their tongue and teeth so that she could eventually match the fervor.
In a way she was a very dominant lover, but she tried to listen to her partner's needs before taking anything over. Not that her hands didn't eventually wander down along his shoulders, enjoying the breadth of them. No, there was nothing on the TV that was going to take them away from this.
@staringproblem from tfln 6/7/2024
Date: 2024-06-09 06:41 pm (UTC)If there's a problem. I'll take the blame. I'm pretty amazing at lying, even to the government.
I usually shop online, but you can certainly help. I don't mind a man's opinion one bit.
That Bridgerton one? I haven't even gotten started on it. I think the fact that everyone is fawning over it has made me stay away. I'd rather watch some sci-fi shit that that.
I don't know what ice cream your getting. I'd say we could go for champagne. It's great with ice cream, especially mint chocolate. Just nothing super dry, it needs a touch of sweet.
I guess we can let him choose, and I don't mind tossing guys at him either. He just needs to stick his toe in the water.
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Date: 2024-06-09 09:24 pm (UTC)All right. Yeah. I can do that. Let me know whenever you need my opinion.
Yeah, I think it’s the one. You afraid you’ll get the romantic bug too?. [He doesn’t think that can happen, but he can’t help teasing her about it.] But sci-fi sounds good to me. Much more my type of movies.
Champagne with a touch of sweet. Noted. How did you know mint chocolate’s my favourite? [Though he’s not exactly surprised she knows that about him, he wonders how she managed to find out.]
Yeah. Feels like we should just push him into the pool with how careful he is with just dipping his toes, though. But maybe I’m just hoping to be best man before I turn a hundred and ten.
Got everything, ETA is 15 minutes.
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Date: 2024-06-10 10:03 am (UTC)We can look at them tonight, and pick out a new piece. I do so like to spoil myself, and I haven't every had a man help me pick anything out yet. Banner and I never made it that far. He turned me down while I wore a bathrobe for him.
I may read the romantic stuff now and then, but it's usually for the hot sex. I promise. I'm not really into the dating scene. It doesn't work out for me. I guess I'll put 365 days away, and get out something more like Divergent, or Everything, Everywhere, All at Once. They're all playing. I believe.
I had no idea Mint Chip was your favorite. I was merely picking out my favorite. I guess we have excellent tastes.
I'd happily toss him into the pool with your help. You'll probably get married before him at this point.
See you soon, handsome.
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Date: 2024-06-10 04:47 pm (UTC)Sure, if that's what you're in the mood for. [Looks like he's not going to be able to focus on the movie, is he?
And Banner, you're an idiot.] You know, I wanna be understanding and say shit like 'I'm sure he had a good reason', but honestly, personally, I can't think of a good reason to turn you down. [Not even being a former assassin with a long list of enemies. Doing so would be insulting to Nat, she can certainly take care of herself in a fight.]
Just for the hot sex, huh? Maybe next time I see you reading on the Quinjet, I'll take a peek over your shoulder to check that out too. And is that the one with the hotdog hands? Because Steve hasn't stopped talking about it with Sam last time we trained.
Well, I guess I should get a bigger tub then.
Ha, I doubt that would happen. Not a lot of women are in line to marry me. Or even date me. I think the whole Winter Soldier thing is a deterrent.
[Her last text is left unanswered; instead there's a knock on her door.]
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Date: 2024-06-10 06:22 pm (UTC)Alright, that sounds doable. I'll hit you up there. I mean, I won't shoot a bullet through anyone to get to you...
♥
[Consider the address sent, along with a cute picture of a cat sticking out its tongue, an apology for all that's been said.]
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Date: 2024-06-10 06:50 pm (UTC)As for reading him? Not too difficult. Her hands might be roaming a bit, but once his found their way to her bare waist, he wraps both arms around her to keep her pressed tight to him. His attention is entirely on their kiss, like he has to memorize every detail of it. But not passive -- the moment her mouth opens and her tongue seeks his, he meets her eagerly, twining his with hers with a fervor that just begins to hint at how very attracted he is to her. Since the moment they met, indeed!
After a little, though, his fingers begin to stroke her skin. Hard muscles under soft skin is an unbelievable turn-on for him, after all. There's no feeling like it in the entire world.
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Date: 2024-06-10 06:56 pm (UTC)Nat might have had on some of her most comfortable pjs earlier, a pair of sweat pants and a ripped tee, but about halfway through their conversation, she'd gone to her room and slipped into this number, but in deep purple. It was still ridiculously comfortable, but also had the added effect of being as revealing as she wanted it to be.
It took her a few seconds to stop her heart pounding, because it shouldn't be. She'd vowed she wouldn't let a man affect her in this manner anymore, but there was so much more to Bucky than what met the eye. He could understand her on a far deeper level than anyone else, and while they'd never gone beyond surface level, there had been more than one reason she'd taken Steve's side when he'd gone about saving him.
When she'd completely schooled herself again, Nat rose and strolled to her door. She leaned against the frame after opening it. ]
Leave a lady hanging, why don't you?
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Date: 2024-06-10 08:56 pm (UTC)Okay, I guess I deserved that one.
Meet you there. I'll leave my guns at home.
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Date: 2024-06-11 11:59 am (UTC)"This is much more like it." She whispers, leaning in as she settles back down against him, rolling her hips ever so slightly as she does. All of her body is for his perusal now. It also gives her greater freedom to touch as she wants. Lips move against his neck, softly kissing for a second before dragging her teeth against the skin. Rolling her tongue in a circle, teasing at the soft area, Natasha sucks up a bit and releases leaving a light pink circle behind. It's not enough to last very long, but she'll see it the night through.
Fingers slip down along his shoulders to his waist so that she can find the hem of his shirt. He's not the only one that wants to feel along skin, and the ridges of muscle. Morgan's body is phenomenal and exactly how she imagines how it would feel. Her digits crawl along his back and then around to explore his abs with a soft purr. "You feel so good beneath my fingers. I always knew you would. "
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Date: 2024-06-11 12:05 pm (UTC)[Laughing to herself, Nat takes her bike to the small bar that she tends to frequent because it's out of the way and no one bothers her there. Slipping into one of the last booths, she orders up a round of vodka shots and a beer for herself while she waits for Bucky to arrive.]