( his huff whiffs across her skin and natasha smiles — not the coy, half-smile she normally gives him (and most everyone), not the mysterious sphynx curve that says less than a neutral expression ... something more genuine. something that, if he's willing to believe it, might be her underneath it all. it's more comfortable like this, pressed together under the spray, fingers pressing into her skin.
as a general rule, she doesn't do this. oh, she does the mechanics — seduces, fucks if needed, even outside of the job she does and the missions she has. but if she falls into bed with someone outside of work, it's never anyone even close to adjacent to the job. too dangerous. too close. she uses a variety of fake names, fake identities, spends the night, and then disappears.
no one really spends their life mourning a one night stand, anyway.
that makes marc spector dangerous. flirting had been her modus operandi to start, but now? now, this is a calculated attempt at seduction of someone who knows who (and what) she is.
his whisper goes straight through her, a pang that has her pressing her fingers more firmly into his nape, turning her head to brush her lips against the curve of his neck before nipping sharply. )
So, do I get a tour? ( natasha murmurs, pulling back again to study his face for a moment, before using their proximity to walk him back until his back hits the wall of the shower. guiding, his arms more firmly around her, she presses up against him again, slanting her lips over his with more urgency. )
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as a general rule, she doesn't do this. oh, she does the mechanics — seduces, fucks if needed, even outside of the job she does and the missions she has. but if she falls into bed with someone outside of work, it's never anyone even close to adjacent to the job. too dangerous. too close. she uses a variety of fake names, fake identities, spends the night, and then disappears.
no one really spends their life mourning a one night stand, anyway.
that makes marc spector dangerous. flirting had been her modus operandi to start, but now? now, this is a calculated attempt at seduction of someone who knows who (and what) she is.
his whisper goes straight through her, a pang that has her pressing her fingers more firmly into his nape, turning her head to brush her lips against the curve of his neck before nipping sharply. )
So, do I get a tour? ( natasha murmurs, pulling back again to study his face for a moment, before using their proximity to walk him back until his back hits the wall of the shower. guiding, his arms more firmly around her, she presses up against him again, slanting her lips over his with more urgency. )