( natasha hums low in her throat, pretending to actually consider the question — not that it takes much time. nothing wrong with a slap here and there under the right circumstances (or the wrong ones, frankly), but with how his fingertips are pressing into her skin… she has other interests. other priorities at the moment. )
Do you want to? ( a question for a question. her smile is teasing as she sinks down into his lap, eyes on his face. she’s memorizing details — the curve of a jaw, stubble, the way he smells. natasha’s no stranger to a one night stand, particularly in the interest of information, but she likes to know who she’s been with. for her own purposes. )
I could see myself being very comfortable here, instead. ( a small half-circle against his lap, a bit of a grind to tease with. )
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Do you want to? ( a question for a question. her smile is teasing as she sinks down into his lap, eyes on his face. she’s memorizing details — the curve of a jaw, stubble, the way he smells. natasha’s no stranger to a one night stand, particularly in the interest of information, but she likes to know who she’s been with. for her own purposes. )
I could see myself being very comfortable here, instead. ( a small half-circle against his lap, a bit of a grind to tease with. )