His eyes dart the hallway when she says his name. He knows Natasha is the best, that she would never say his name in eavesdropping distance from anyone else. It doesn't stop the immediate reaction though, and once he's sure it's clear he's got a hand on her wrist and is tugging her into an unused office. The kind that is boring, everything put away neat in the desks aligned in a row, but also boring enough that no one would need to come in during such a party.
"Oh it's not the men I have a problem with, Natalia," he murmurs once he closes the door behind her in the room.
His eyes take her in with a hungry gaze, like he could absolutely devour every inch of her and still be begging for more. Like no amount of Natasha would be enough to satiate the desire that night. He takes a step closer looking down at her pressing her closer to the door.
"It's you lookin' so fuckin' gorgeous that I have to think about fuckin' anything else in the world. We have an hour, and I'm going to have you."
Maybe this is why she likes him — the moment she thinks she has him sorted out, put into a neat little box, he says something or does something that throws all that to the wayside. Like when he drags her into an empty office, backing her up against the door once it’s closed with a look in his eyes that she recognizes all too well. Shivering, her hands land on his chest. She ought to pull him away. Ought to tell him to stay focused, keep his mind on the mission —
But he feels so good against her, body pressing her back against the wood, his heart beating fast against her palm. She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t been tracking him out of the corner of her eye — handsome in his black suit, enough that more than few spoiled wives had thrown him interested glances.
Her hands fist in his shirt, yanking him closer.
“You’re crazy,” she tells him, pulling him down so she can ghost a kiss across his lips. “And if we get caught and killed for this, I will kill you.”
Instead of telling him so, she works the top two buttons of his dress shirt, sliding one hand down his chest, his abs, to begin undoing the button of his pants. They won’t have time for much foreplay, not if they’re going to clean up and be back out there in time for their mark to arrive.
He falls gently into the pull on his shirt, pliable for her. It's easy to be with a woman as gorgeous as Natasha. He'll let her take as much as she wants in some ways, pour himself into her like water in a glass. He will always give himself to Natasha, it's just sometimes he also will take what he wants.
Tonight it's his night for that.
He wants to get his hands in her hair, but he knows better. Such things would be too obvious the second they walk out that door and he's got to be careful. So instead he let's those hands push up her dress and settle on her thighs lifting her once it was high enough to part her legs, pressing closer between them. There's still layers of fabric between them but he presses his hips into her like he's desperate to get any sort of friction he can started.
"You love it, love the excitement of it all..." His voice is low and heavy as he nips at her lips. Look, he should be concerned about the lipstick too, but he knows she's got a tube on her, and he can't resist those red lips. It's cocky, in a way he so rarely is. Like something about tonight broke him and is sending all his desires out the door.
"Can hear your heartbeat racing for me already," It's a tease that he whisper against the shell of her ear. The super soldier hearing was at least good for one thing.
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"Oh it's not the men I have a problem with, Natalia," he murmurs once he closes the door behind her in the room.
His eyes take her in with a hungry gaze, like he could absolutely devour every inch of her and still be begging for more. Like no amount of Natasha would be enough to satiate the desire that night. He takes a step closer looking down at her pressing her closer to the door.
"It's you lookin' so fuckin' gorgeous that I have to think about fuckin' anything else in the world. We have an hour, and I'm going to have you."
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But he feels so good against her, body pressing her back against the wood, his heart beating fast against her palm. She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t been tracking him out of the corner of her eye — handsome in his black suit, enough that more than few spoiled wives had thrown him interested glances.
Her hands fist in his shirt, yanking him closer.
“You’re crazy,” she tells him, pulling him down so she can ghost a kiss across his lips. “And if we get caught and killed for this, I will kill you.”
Instead of telling him so, she works the top two buttons of his dress shirt, sliding one hand down his chest, his abs, to begin undoing the button of his pants. They won’t have time for much foreplay, not if they’re going to clean up and be back out there in time for their mark to arrive.
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Tonight it's his night for that.
He wants to get his hands in her hair, but he knows better. Such things would be too obvious the second they walk out that door and he's got to be careful. So instead he let's those hands push up her dress and settle on her thighs lifting her once it was high enough to part her legs, pressing closer between them. There's still layers of fabric between them but he presses his hips into her like he's desperate to get any sort of friction he can started.
"You love it, love the excitement of it all..." His voice is low and heavy as he nips at her lips. Look, he should be concerned about the lipstick too, but he knows she's got a tube on her, and he can't resist those red lips. It's cocky, in a way he so rarely is. Like something about tonight broke him and is sending all his desires out the door.
"Can hear your heartbeat racing for me already," It's a tease that he whisper against the shell of her ear. The super soldier hearing was at least good for one thing.