[ she makes a small, involuntary noise against his lips when he kisses back. it isn't politeness or even being caught off guard, she can feel the difference. steve kisses her with intention, the same way she did him. her fingers tighten on his arm, already dreading the part where they break apart, a shiver pulling up her spine at the way he palms her waist. natasha draws out the kiss for as long as she can, but even supersoldiers need to breathe apparently, how inconvenient.
her own breathing is so loud; the rush of blood in her ears and the pound of her heart almost drowning out his question. but she registers it belatedly, giving him a look somewhere between hurt and confused, even if she doesn't blame him for doubting her sincerity. how couldn't he really? ] Because I wanted to. [ she licks her lips absently, tasting him residually as her eyes zero in on his lips all over again, swollen and enticingly red. ]
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her own breathing is so loud; the rush of blood in her ears and the pound of her heart almost drowning out his question. but she registers it belatedly, giving him a look somewhere between hurt and confused, even if she doesn't blame him for doubting her sincerity. how couldn't he really? ] Because I wanted to. [ she licks her lips absently, tasting him residually as her eyes zero in on his lips all over again, swollen and enticingly red. ]