[ her mind says: there are boundaries. her mind says: there are things you can never give him.
her body says: how can things get any worse?
already swimming in the scent of him like home in winter, before she had to struggle to survive in any condition, she moves her lips from his wrist to his throat, barely any pressure. a butterfly's touch, wet but slow, as she stands on her toes.
she considers the arm braced around her; it feels nervous. unsure. like the last corners of her that fight this.
natasha can't be of two minds. she has to choose a path and attack it.
she tilts her head. slides her fingers into his hair. bares her neck to him. ]
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her body says: how can things get any worse?
already swimming in the scent of him like home in winter, before she had to struggle to survive in any condition, she moves her lips from his wrist to his throat, barely any pressure. a butterfly's touch, wet but slow, as she stands on her toes.
she considers the arm braced around her; it feels nervous. unsure. like the last corners of her that fight this.
natasha can't be of two minds. she has to choose a path and attack it.
she tilts her head. slides her fingers into his hair. bares her neck to him. ]