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( CHRIST. )
salt. sweat.
what kind of lace? panties. or those little nightdresses?
salt. sweat.
what kind of lace? panties. or those little nightdresses?
[ Natasha's thighs push together when he responds. Well, fuck. ]
A nightdress with a matching set of panties. Hosiery so I have something pretty to look at when I drag your nightie up.
Keep teasing yourself, I want you to do it until you can't stand it anymore.
[ And just for him, another picture; down her body and between her breasts to show the way she's spreading herself open with two fingers between her parted legs. ]
A nightdress with a matching set of panties. Hosiery so I have something pretty to look at when I drag your nightie up.
Keep teasing yourself, I want you to do it until you can't stand it anymore.
[ And just for him, another picture; down her body and between her breasts to show the way she's spreading herself open with two fingers between her parted legs. ]
yeah?
you want to take me apart when i'm wearing the prettiest lace? promise you won't judge me for demuring? i blush easy.
( He should be feeling weird, but right now he's swaying on his feet, too aroused to care. )
you want to take me apart when i'm wearing the prettiest lace? promise you won't judge me for demuring? i blush easy.
( He should be feeling weird, but right now he's swaying on his feet, too aroused to care. )
[ Jesus, he's killing her. She'd never admit to the sound she makes when he replies to her, but it's probably obvious with how quickly she replies. ]
I do, slowly. I want to unwrap you piece by piece ♥
Why would I judge you for something that I'm aching to see? Your face flushed and pink every time I unfasten one of your buttons.
Looks like I'll be making this outfit far sooner than I planned, you've got me impatient now. Find somewhere to sit down comfortably.
I do, slowly. I want to unwrap you piece by piece ♥
Why would I judge you for something that I'm aching to see? Your face flushed and pink every time I unfasten one of your buttons.
Looks like I'll be making this outfit far sooner than I planned, you've got me impatient now. Find somewhere to sit down comfortably.
( She's demanding, and instead of putting his hackles up it makes Bucky want to obey. He stops touching himself long enough to take himself to his rickedy bedroom, sitting against the headboard with his legs spread. )
what else do you want from me?
i'm not just a pretty face.
what else do you want from me?
i'm not just a pretty face.
What do I want from you?
[ It takes her a moment to respond. ]
I want you to enjoy yourself.
[ Not really sexy, but honest. ]
Of course you're not, but the pretty face certainly does help.
And so does the rest of you. I wouldn't mind sitting in your lap if you were good.
[ It takes her a moment to respond. ]
I want you to enjoy yourself.
[ Not really sexy, but honest. ]
Of course you're not, but the pretty face certainly does help.
And so does the rest of you. I wouldn't mind sitting in your lap if you were good.
here?
( Another picture, from the chest down. His cock is hard against his belly, the muscles of his thighs tight. His knee is bent, sheets pushed down like he hadn't bothered to make the bed when he woke up. She'd look good there, he knows that. )
i'd like that.
i'd like to get my mouth on you too.
tease those cute nipples of yours with my teeth while you pull my hair.
is that something you'd want?
Tebe eto nravitsya?
( Another picture, from the chest down. His cock is hard against his belly, the muscles of his thighs tight. His knee is bent, sheets pushed down like he hadn't bothered to make the bed when he woke up. She'd look good there, he knows that. )
i'd like that.
i'd like to get my mouth on you too.
tease those cute nipples of yours with my teeth while you pull my hair.
is that something you'd want?
Tebe eto nravitsya?
[ He's unfairly gorgeous, isn't he? Natasha finds herself admiring the photo like a painting, appreciating everything from the definition of his stomach to the weight of his cock lying against him, to the visible muscle of his thighs. ]
It's something I want right now. You have me wondering what face I can pull out of you when I have you pinned under me.
Desperate and needy when I'm going too slow.
Mindless and melting when I go too fast.
I wonder if I'm capable of making a super soldier beg.
Bol'she chem ya khochu priznat'sya.
It's something I want right now. You have me wondering what face I can pull out of you when I have you pinned under me.
Desperate and needy when I'm going too slow.
Mindless and melting when I go too fast.
I wonder if I'm capable of making a super soldier beg.
Bol'she chem ya khochu priznat'sya.
( His cock twitches, stomach clenching. He doesn't know when he last felt this way, too hot, too tight, arousal choking him of oxygen.
He doesn't want to stop it. )
you think i'm easy?
( He is. She doesn't need to know that. ( Except, he has a feeling she does. ) )
does it help if i tell you i'm leaking over my fingers right now?
that i'm undone in a shitty little apartment because all i can think about is you holding me down?
He doesn't want to stop it. )
you think i'm easy?
( He is. She doesn't need to know that. ( Except, he has a feeling she does. ) )
does it help if i tell you i'm leaking over my fingers right now?
that i'm undone in a shitty little apartment because all i can think about is you holding me down?
Oh I know you are, moy soldat.
Is that all you're thinking about?
Not what it would feel like to have my fingers buried in you until I have you writhing?
Or the view you would have if I straddled that soft mouth of yours?
Just me holding you down?
[ She's smiling to herself, bottom lip caught between her teeth at the picture she's painted of him in her mind's eye, waiting for each of her messages to come in with impatience. Natasha is aching for him, heat pulsing between her thighs, but she continues to avoid touching herself in favor of giving him her full attention. ]
Touch yourself when you think about it. Slowly, drag it out for me.
Is that all you're thinking about?
Not what it would feel like to have my fingers buried in you until I have you writhing?
Or the view you would have if I straddled that soft mouth of yours?
Just me holding you down?
[ She's smiling to herself, bottom lip caught between her teeth at the picture she's painted of him in her mind's eye, waiting for each of her messages to come in with impatience. Natasha is aching for him, heat pulsing between her thighs, but she continues to avoid touching herself in favor of giving him her full attention. ]
Touch yourself when you think about it. Slowly, drag it out for me.
( Surprisingly, he doesn't flinch when she calls him soldier. Surprisingly, it just makes him feel all the harder. Bucky doesn't stifle his moan, the building's practically derelict and the people who do stay here are definitely the type to keep themselves to themselves. )
jesus.
at least it'd be more fun than you trying to strangle me with your thighs.
( Because she does end up on his shoulders a lot. He can imagine it without the attempted murder. )
i'd be good though. make up for everything. my tongue buried inside of you. i'd let you take your time, drag it out. hands in my hair, riding my mouth.
i bet you'd smell good. i bet you'd taste good.
jesus.
at least it'd be more fun than you trying to strangle me with your thighs.
( Because she does end up on his shoulders a lot. He can imagine it without the attempted murder. )
i'd be good though. make up for everything. my tongue buried inside of you. i'd let you take your time, drag it out. hands in my hair, riding my mouth.
i bet you'd smell good. i bet you'd taste good.
( continued )
that dance you were doing was a hell of a lot different from the lindy hop.
maybe i should accept my fate.
i'm an old man.
that dance you were doing was a hell of a lot different from the lindy hop.
maybe i should accept my fate.
i'm an old man.
and i suppose you've got a whole list, right?
you know, not much scares me your highness, but i think you're pretty close.
( He has no street cred, what's he worrying about? )
( He has no street cred, what's he worrying about? )
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