( religion is, to be honest, much like political ideology — nice in principle, beautiful even. easily corrupted, so often applied to damage others, and not quite an area of interest of natasha's unless it could be used for leverage. it begs the question why she's even bothering to tease him, given the number of religious figures she's, ahem. corrupted. maybe it's just too easy, the way he becomes serious, his eyes sharp on her face.
she huffs a quiet sound, almost like a snort. divine gift and holy obligation. well, never let it be said that sex positivity is dead —
oh. right. there's the kicker. )
You and everyone else. ( natasha presses her fingers in to the knot one last time, feels it release and muscle unbunch under her hands. satisfied, she smooths her hand over his shoulder, then back up to the nape of his neck, resting there under the spray. he's warm, the smell of shampoo suffusing the small damp space, and for a moment she's tempted to just crowd in close, rest her head against his chest and close her eyes.
sentimental. surprising, given who she is. given who he is. still, the fatigue is apparent in the way she rolls her head to one side, eyes growing slightly more heavy lidded. )
So, what happens now? Divine retribution? Lightning strikes you down for your ... ( her voice trails off in a husky tease — )Indiscretions?
no subject
she huffs a quiet sound, almost like a snort. divine gift and holy obligation. well, never let it be said that sex positivity is dead —
oh. right. there's the kicker. )
You and everyone else. ( natasha presses her fingers in to the knot one last time, feels it release and muscle unbunch under her hands. satisfied, she smooths her hand over his shoulder, then back up to the nape of his neck, resting there under the spray. he's warm, the smell of shampoo suffusing the small damp space, and for a moment she's tempted to just crowd in close, rest her head against his chest and close her eyes.
sentimental. surprising, given who she is. given who he is. still, the fatigue is apparent in the way she rolls her head to one side, eyes growing slightly more heavy lidded. )
So, what happens now? Divine retribution? Lightning strikes you down for your ... ( her voice trails off in a husky tease — ) Indiscretions?