the thing about james, she would never permit herself to love anyone else with this magnitude. it was a tactical vulnerability. inefficient. dangerous. hers alone. watching his shirt peel away, revealing the scarred terrain of his shoulders,
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this she took her time with. the pants came down, discarded, forgotten. she moved onto the bed with the grace of something predatory, something worshipful, spreading his thighs to make room for herself between them.
almost sweet, but carried the promise of controlled heat beneath. her hands slipped beneath his shirt with the same precision she used to disarm a target, lifting the fabric away with efficient purpose. her palms
mapped the terrain of his abdomen, cataloging muscle and scar tissue with familiar thoroughness. she broke the kiss just enough to let her lips hover a breath from his,
“ looks like that didn’t take 𝒎uch. ” natalia smiled softly as she slipped off her shoes, stepping closer to press a quick kiss to his temple; aiming to put the soldier at ease.
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non & lewd independent portrayal of natalia alianovna romanova. muse fluctuates between various media, mainly comics. plot focused. ( adultwri͟t͟e͟r / 𝘀𝗮𝗹*20↑ / mdni. )




















