He smirks against her lips at that moan, amused that she's so aroused already. Of course, he himself is already aroused- something Natasha will feel distinctly with the next upward thrust of his hips. The hand on her back travels lower to feel her ass.
Oh, she can tell. There's another encouraging moan when he moves his hand lower, followed by Natasha letting out a chuckle that sounds nearly victorious. "Careful." She pulls her lips away while pressing her body more tightly against him, her voice a teasing whisper. "A girl will starting thinking you have intentions if you keep this up."
He damn well better have intentions, because she does.
A low, purr of encouragement comes out of her mouth instead of words in response. She presses her hips even tighter to him than he's already pushing her with his hand, taking a moment to catch her breath. "Then I'd say you'd better make good on those intentions before the world ends and you don't have the chance."
He frowns, looking at her a long moment. "The world isn't ending, Tasha." But still, he wants it, too. He just doesn't like the idea that this might not be happening right now if Natasha didn't think the world was about to end.
"Yanno, I think this would be a lot easier without clothes," he remarks, snapped out of his thoughts by the grinding of her hips.
It's not about a last desperate attempt to get laid. It's the complete opposite in fact. Sometimes it takes the thought of losing someone you care about to make you brave enough to show them they really matter to you. She may tease him, that kiss earlier that day for example, but deep down she cares about him more than most. The fact he got Natasha to break down those walls speaks volumes about her respect for him.
She doesn't say that, of course.
"And with more space to spread out." Tasha deliberately leans her body against his before sliding up a bit for just the right amount of friction. She reaches out her hand, pointing down the hall. "You wanna see my bedroom?" She grins, using a similar tone of voice to the one he's using, just to tease him.
Walking while holding Natasha around his waist is not the easiest thing to do, and he stumbles a couple of times on the way to the bedroom. But he gets them there, not bothering to fumble with the light, instead heading straight toward the bed. He climbs onto it and then lays them both down, his body on top of Natasha's. "Is this better?"
The way she won't stop kissing him probably doesn't help matters. Even so she keeps her arms around his neck, her legs wrapped firmly around his waist. She won't fall. Tasha can break a man's neck with those legs...amongst other things.
Then they're on her bed, and she can't help giggling against his lips. She un-coils her arms from around him, nodding wordlessly in response as her smile grows. Natasha takes the opportunity to pull his shirt off in a quick motion before focusing her lips attention on his collarbone and chest.
That giggle is disarming, unexpected, and he laughs despite himself. And then Natasha's in control again in this apparent battle for dominance. This could be trouble.
He lets her take control for the time being, however; it's only fair after the way he carried her here. And he's not about to argue with being clad in one less article of clothing.
Could be trouble? Oh no, honey. It's going to be a lot of trouble, the best possible kind of trouble.
She throws his shirt...somewhere, they'll worry about that later. Tasha slides a little lower, digging her teeth into his skin on his chest as she tries to get rid of his pants.
The feeling of her teeth digging into him is unfamiliar. He's not used to women being so aggressive, but he likes it. Natasha is not some delicate flower that will break if he's too rough with her. He's had women who have wanted him to treat them as if they were, and it always felt strange to him. Like some facsimile of fairy tale perfect lovemaking with him as Prince Charming and the gal as the helpless and beautiful princess. No. He'd rather have a princess who could bite.
Bucky groans at that bite, fingers slipping beneath the hem of her shirt. He starts to tug upward, fingers brushing against her stomach as he pulls her shirt up to expose her bra. She'll have to let him go before he can pull it off, though.
She can pretend to be a princess is that's what he's into. Hell, she can be anything, and probably has been near everything. Right now though, she's simply herself. Uninhibited, enormously attracted to him and a touch afraid.
She drops into Russian, cursing under her breath when she realizes her hands are stopping his hands from getting skin that much closer to touching skin. Natasha lets out a low, gravelly whimper before she decides taking this slow and easy is pointless.
Bucky's pants are undone in a second and she uses her legs to shove them down and away. Then she smirks, laying her arm out at her sides so he can take the hint of what she wants him to do next.
It seems unfair, him being completely undressed while she's still wearing clothes, but then she's giving him that hint, and he gives her a grin. Deft fingers unhooked her bra and removed it, betraying how much experience he'd had in this department. He tossed her bra onto the growing pile of clothes and took a good look at her breasts. They really were lovely, an he took them in his hands, thumbs brushing the nipples into stiff peaks.
She wasn't expecting that much dexterity out of him, to be frank. Most of the time when guys are as cocky as he is they're completely full of it and as clueless as a schoolboy. This is a very nice surprise.
Her back arches into his touch, another rough near growl forcing it's way from her mouth. "Bucky." Tasha whines his name, twitching against the bed. "You were holding out on me..." She smirks followed by a pleased sigh. "I'd be mad if I wasn't so..." Well, that noise she just made makes it pretty clear how she feels.
There's a teasing retort on the tip of her tongue, but it's cut off when he kisses her, his hands forces a needy whimper to come out against his lips.
He's right. James is a much better name. Not some childlike nickname she can't fully take seriously even though she knows he's anything but a child. The fact he said please? So fucking hot. She couldn't possibly deny him the use of his proper name now.
Bucky is the name of a child; he'd started calling himself that when he was one. Only Steve knew the reason, and only Steve was allowed to call him by his real name. Until now.
His hands left Natasha's breasts almost reluctantly to tug off her underpants. He wanted her fully nude, too.
She doesn't need to know why he started using a nickname or the fact she's in special company being allowed to use the real one. All she knows is it fits the man he is, Brave, confident, kind, a gentleman in his own way (though she doubts he'd ever admit it.)
Natasha doesn't want him to stop, either, but she relaxes as he frees her of the last bits of clothing. She lets out a slow, deliberate exhale, reaching her arms up over her head to make every muscle in her body tighten and arch in the right places. She pauses, locking her eyes on his before she smirks. "Well?" He can take that however he wants. Invitation, challenge, seeking praise of all the hard work she put into her body, or something else entirely.
"Gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous." He can actually feel himself going red in the face- something that hasn't happened in this kind of situation since he was a teenager. But here he is, blushing like one. He moves up to lay beside her, giving her a little grin as he rubs up and down her side.
The moment his hand is close enough for her to grab, she does, pulling herself closer to lay on top of him with a victorious little giggle. Yes, she giggled, and yes, she will deny it to her death.
"Flatterer," Natasha teases as she runs her fingernails over his arm, inspecting every inch she touches. She pulls back, looking him over with a slow, satisfied smile. "And you...kind of make me wonder why I would ever want to consider allowing you to put clothes on ever again."
That actually earns a laugh. She's got condoms, and a hell of a lot more. Tasha reaches her arm out, pointing to a nightstand with drawers. "Help yourself but..." there's a wicked grin then. "why do you want to rush?"
"Mmm, I like your way of thinking." Perhaps for the best, he doesn't open the drawers just yet. He doesn't need to know what kinds of crazy toys Natasha's got just yet. Instead, he kisses her again.
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He damn well better have intentions, because she does.
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"Yanno, I think this would be a lot easier without clothes," he remarks, snapped out of his thoughts by the grinding of her hips.
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She doesn't say that, of course.
"And with more space to spread out." Tasha deliberately leans her body against his before sliding up a bit for just the right amount of friction. She reaches out her hand, pointing down the hall. "You wanna see my bedroom?" She grins, using a similar tone of voice to the one he's using, just to tease him.
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She's usually a take the lead kind of woman but something about that confidence makes her want him that much more. "You should."
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Then they're on her bed, and she can't help giggling against his lips. She un-coils her arms from around him, nodding wordlessly in response as her smile grows. Natasha takes the opportunity to pull his shirt off in a quick motion before focusing her lips attention on his collarbone and chest.
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He lets her take control for the time being, however; it's only fair after the way he carried her here. And he's not about to argue with being clad in one less article of clothing.
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She throws his shirt...somewhere, they'll worry about that later. Tasha slides a little lower, digging her teeth into his skin on his chest as she tries to get rid of his pants.
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Bucky groans at that bite, fingers slipping beneath the hem of her shirt. He starts to tug upward, fingers brushing against her stomach as he pulls her shirt up to expose her bra. She'll have to let him go before he can pull it off, though.
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She drops into Russian, cursing under her breath when she realizes her hands are stopping his hands from getting skin that much closer to touching skin. Natasha lets out a low, gravelly whimper before she decides taking this slow and easy is pointless.
Bucky's pants are undone in a second and she uses her legs to shove them down and away. Then she smirks, laying her arm out at her sides so he can take the hint of what she wants him to do next.
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Her back arches into his touch, another rough near growl forcing it's way from her mouth. "Bucky." Tasha whines his name, twitching against the bed. "You were holding out on me..." She smirks followed by a pleased sigh. "I'd be mad if I wasn't so..." Well, that noise she just made makes it pretty clear how she feels.
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He's right. James is a much better name. Not some childlike nickname she can't fully take seriously even though she knows he's anything but a child. The fact he said please? So fucking hot. She couldn't possibly deny him the use of his proper name now.
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His hands left Natasha's breasts almost reluctantly to tug off her underpants. He wanted her fully nude, too.
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Natasha doesn't want him to stop, either, but she relaxes as he frees her of the last bits of clothing. She lets out a slow, deliberate exhale, reaching her arms up over her head to make every muscle in her body tighten and arch in the right places. She pauses, locking her eyes on his before she smirks. "Well?" He can take that however he wants. Invitation, challenge, seeking praise of all the hard work she put into her body, or something else entirely.
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"Flatterer," Natasha teases as she runs her fingernails over his arm, inspecting every inch she touches. She pulls back, looking him over with a slow, satisfied smile. "And you...kind of make me wonder why I would ever want to consider allowing you to put clothes on ever again."
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