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[ She cups a hand against his cheek when he quips that, but while her lips curve faintly, she doesn't play that off, doesn't make light of it. ]

You're still plenty pretty right now. Anything else is temporary and will heal. But they haven't dimmed you at all.

[ And the bruises and the loss of weight and muscle she sees just makes her stabby, if she's honest. ]

Get out of these pants, sweet boy. Next time we do this, we can take our time and play with drawing it out. But right now I want to get you clean and all those scents off you. [ She presses a trail of kisses against his collar bone. ] We can play once I'm the only scent you're wearing on your skin.

[ And she takes a half step back to give him the room to obey, taking advantage of the time to work her own vest and top off, dropping them near the door and leaving her in tight jeans and a black lace bra. ]

[ it's the casual possessiveness of it all. It's the casual promise of a next time.

There's no missing how hard Sam's scent slips into arousal. No missing how his cock is straining and how his thighs are wet with slick when he drops his pants. And Sam should be embarrassed by how needy he is here, but he can't even consider that. It's for her, it's all for her. And why should he be embarrassed about the proof of how much he desires her, how she affects him.

Still... oh she looks so good.

So despite her instructions, Sam move towards her for a moment. Large warm hands on her tiny waist, eyes on that sliver of black fabric. He looks starved. Wants to be inside her as badly as he wants her inside of him.

But for now... ]

Let me play with your breasts. [ it's brash, and his eyes are bright with something playful and needy. ] please?

[ It is brash of him, but honestly, she’s so happy to see that familiar glint of playfulness in his gaze that she doesn’t even mind right now.

His scent is already filling the room just as thickly as the steam from the shower and she takes a deep breath of it, her eyes darkening a shade. Her own scent thickens in response, her want just as potent for him as she steps into that warm grip on her waist. She slides her hands up his arms, smiling at him knowingly, even as she takes a step closer once more and slides teasingly against his front.

She can see - and feel - exactly how much he wants her and it makes this all the more alluring as she angles her hip so she can press in against him, letting him feel the same in kind. She can’t wait to be buried deep inside of him. Have him writhing on her knot. ]

Since you asked so prettily… [ As if she’d deny him anything. ] You can have anything you want right now, Sam.

[ permission is all he needs. Sam moans, shameless and pretty, as he drops his hands to.her ass, squeezing as he picks her up. They have delightful friction against one another as Sam lifts her and pushes her right into the shower, against slick tiles. Gets them both wet, gets his naked cock against her now soaked jeans to rut, shameless and wanton, while he mouthed at the wet lace over her breasts. So eager, so needy. And it's all for her. He pushes, rolls his hips to please her, to give them both friction even as he tugs her bra down, eyes dark as they trail over the soft, pale curves of her body before he trails his mouth over her. And he sighs in utter bliss when he cips one breast, thumb flicking over her nipple, while his mouth closes over the other, tongue against her flesh, just a gentle.hint of teeth as he sucks. Moans for her, as if this is the greatest pleasure she could have granted him.

The relief is palpable, thenfact that he shudders against her, and devotes himself to kissing, licking, nipping and fondling with needy, happy little mewls, utterly gone on her. And the shower floods with the scent of his arousal from just this alone, from her letting him lavish attention on her lovely breasts.

He needs her so bad, yet takes his pleasure in giving pleasure to her. ]

[ Natasha gives a laughing yelp when he lifts her and carries her into the shower, still half dressed. She manages to kick her boots off as she realizes what he’s doing and they clatter to the tile just outside the shower before he has her in under the hot spray of water, pinning her to the still-cool tiles.

She shivers, caught between sensations and temperatures, and then gives a long, breathless moan when his lips close over one of her nipples, sucking and adding an edge of teeth to the kiss, just how she likes it. Her head falls back to the tiles behind her as she arches into his touches, the seductive heat of his mouth. Her legs wrap tight about his waist, her hips rocking against his own, giving him friction in return. But she’s careful, not wanting to overstimulate him when they haven’t yet had a chance to play. Her nails rake lightly against his scalp as she holds him to her breasts, shuddering and gasping for air as he sends pleasure dancing along her nerves.

The sounds he make might be one of the most beautiful things she’s ever heard from him and she can’t wait to hear what other sounds she can drag from that decadent mouth of his. ]

Sam, fuck, yes, just like that. I knew you’d have a clever tongue. You feel so good like this.

[ Sam, she will learn, is noisy in bed. Not always loud per se, but he is shameless about the noises he makes. And right now, she will notice that when she talks dirty to him, when she praises his performance, lets him feel her nails and lets him put his mouth to good use for her...

He comes apart for her. Sam pushes his hips into her, twitching and trembling as release floods him. The sound he makes around the soft flesh of her breast is practically a sob.

And after, still trembling, he just quietly switches to her other breath to lick over her nipple, whining and whimpering, still rocking against her. Over stimulating himself, drunk on her scent. Groaning softly as the hot water washes away his cum, his hole clenching around painful emptiness.

After a moment, he has to rest his forehead against her clavicle, still whining with pleasure and pain. Still rocking against her, no less hard. ]

Please. Tasha, please. Just use me.

[ and he goes right back to grazing his teeth over her nipple, looking up at her with dark, needy eyes. Droplets of water clinging to his long lashes like tears, skin glistening and wet, and rotting against her like he couldn't possibly ever get enough.

Pleasure in a hair trigger. Utterly shameless about the fact that he can get off on nothing but the taste of her and the sound of her dirty praise. ]

[ Her breath hitches softly when she feels him shudder and rock up into her with his first orgasm, just from the taste of her and the sound of her voice in his ear. When he rests his forehead against her, she rubs her cheek against his head, scenting him further before dropping kisses against his skin.

She gives him a gentle nudge when he looks up at her with dark eyes and she can see the depth of his need in them. ]

Set me down, Sam. I can’t fuck you with these jeans in the way.

[ She waits until he obeys, straightens up and gives him a warm, knowing smile as she lets her gaze drink in his form, how hard he is still for her, not affected at all by having orgasmed already. She hums in pleasure at that, reaching out to trail a single fingertip up the underside of his very erect cock. ]

Still so hard for me, what a good omega you are. You’re dripping for me, too, aren’t you? Your scent is so sweet, Sam. [ She leans in to lick a droplet of water sliding down his pec, tracing it back up to his collarbone. ] You’ve kept all this hidden from me until now. How good you smell. You’re in trouble now, I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough.

[ Her hands drop to work open the button to her jeans, because soaked denim isn’t very pliant, but her attention is more on him than getting rid of the last of her clothes. ] Brace your hands on the side of the shower, Sam. Spread your legs for me.

[ it's a hard ask when he really wants to see her, wants to see what she can give him. She felt large through those wet jeans, and that makes his mouth water. But turning around, just spreading his legs and taking her blind is tantalising in it's own right.

So Sam complies. Braces himself against the tiles, presenting himself to her so she can see just how dripping wet he is, just how hard he's clenching on nothing while his cock hangs heavy between his legs. It's all for her.

And Sam let's his head hang a little, enjoys the way the water runs over him. Enjoys the anticipation of knowing he's about to be claimed, used, taken care of in the way all omegas need now and then. And him perhaps more than many.

His voice is soft. Not ashamed, but open with her. ]

It's been a while.

[ Casual, the way he says it. A while. But she knows he's been flying solo for as long as they've known each other. And perhaps it clicks for her, the story of.how suddenly he left the air force after his wing man died, how he has lived a lonely life in Washington until her and Steve came into his life.

That when he says a while he really means no one has touched him in years. That she's the first since someone else he loved dearly and deeply. ]

[ She’s had her suspicions about him and Riley for almost as long as she’s known him. The few pictures and reports she’d seen in his files - the ones he knew about and the ones he didn’t - had told her enough without actually giving anything away to anyone who didn’t know what to look for. But it makes her heart hurt, hearing those words in his soft voice. Hearing what he doesn’t say.

Her jeans are dropped to the back of the shower in a sopping puddle and she steps up behind him. Arms wrap around his waist, warm and snug, as she traces kisses along the back of one shoulder.

Just holding him for a moment. ]

For me, too.

[ Her voice is quiet as she murmurs those words into his skin. Just as deceptively casual, but they both know each other too well for that. There’d been a chance, slim as it was, with Bruce. But it had never gotten even this far and it had been far, far more complicated. A single kiss, before it had all fallen apart, broken by her own hands. She couldn’t regret it, wouldn’t let herself, but…

Her gaze flits up to study the profile of his face, even with how he has it bowed, not quite turned towards her. ]

No second thoughts?

[ perhaps it was inevitable. Two people so lonely, so starved for all things that they need on a level deeper than skin. And yet they'd never reached for one another. Not even for brief release, the illusion of companionship.

It took this. And Sam knows without this situation, perhaps they wouldn't have chosen each other in this life time. The thought doesn't madden him. Just comforts him oddly. For once perhaps he gains something from hurt, rather than just lost someone else he loves.

So he's quiet for a moment, then takes her hand, links their fingers. Brings them up and kisses her knuckles. ]

Never.

[ Doubt, regret, second thoughts? No. Sam jumps out of the plane. Falls before he soars. No hesitation. No fear. No doubt.

No takebacks.

Just her. ]

[ She squeezes his hand warmly, leaning against his back for a moment. Soaking up the solid heat of him and how good it felt to just be able to hold him like this.

But she wasn’t so easily distracted as that, and she had made him promises, after all. But considering he looked so delicious like this and his scent was still driving her crazy…

She hides her smirk against his shoulder as she drops one more kiss against his flesh.

And then drops to her knees behind him, leaning in to swipe along slick-wet flesh with her tongue, tasting him. Her hands grip the curve of his ass, giving a playful squeeze as she holds him in place. ]

[ He startles a little, jumps with a small gasp. It's all he can do not to shove himself back, immediately greedy for that tongue. He was expecting cock, but this is delicious.

Here's the truth. Sam is a tall black man, strong and muscular. He doesn't get treated like something delicate. Regardless of secondary gender, other men love to get their dicks wet inside of him, and woman enjoy taking his dick. He's not actually used to his hole receiving oral pleasure - blowjobs, sure. But getting his pussy eaten? A rare treat. Something about not being delicate enough for people to want to play both all available options, he thinks.

So Natasha is rewarded by fresh slick. Sam is practically leaking, muttering a choice cuss word or two. ]

God fucking damnit... Tasha...

[ She smiles against his skin as she laps that up as well, teasing and exploring with lips and tongue as she spreads him a little wider. She gives a pleased little hum against the sensitized flesh and then releases one of his cheeks so she can tease a pair of fingers in between his legs as well.

She slips them inside him, feeling the tight, slick clench of his muscles around her, and she can’t help but tease him like this, seeking out sensitivity in between slow, lazy thrusts, her tongue continuing to gather the wetness that leaks from him. His scent is strong here, and so sweet, and she just wants to revel in it. Wants to make him come around her fingers and on her tongue so she can swallow every drop of him, and then drive him higher to do it again. ]

[ She will find him almost laughably responsive. Dripping wet, unable to stop himself from rocking back against her a little when she adds her fingers to the mix, fucks him oh so sweet with them. She teases more slick from him, and his scent gets almost cloying with how sweet it is. And oh, he's noisy. Teases his own nipples while Natasha laps at him, avoids touching himself otherwise while he moans and whimpers for her, voice sliding into desperate whines and mewls as she doesn't relent, keeps pushing until he clenches down hard, cock and pussy dribbling release - not once but twice, back to back, making Sam sob beautifully with it. His hole flutters, greedy for more, more, more, promising that if she doesn't stop, keeps going, she will find it shockingly easy to make it happen again and again and again, make his legs shake harder, his breath catch more. Make him cry and beg for mercy or for more release or for harder, fast deeper. Who knows.

It seems his body in heat is insatiable though. ]

[ As tempted as she is to push him further just like this, to see how many times she can make him come from this alone, how far she can drive him higher and hotter, she’s not sure her own control will last that long. She wants to be inside him, wants to feel that desperate, greedy clench around her knot as he cries and begs for her.

So when he comes - twice, even - she reluctantly withdraws her fingers from his pussy, tongue lapping up the slick that leaks free at the sudden emptiness. Pushing to her feet again, she gently nudges him around, the command unspoken but clear that she wants to see him. And she gives him a heated, lazy smile as she licks her fingers clean of him, enjoying every last drop. ]

You come so beautifully for me, Sam. I can’t wait to feel you do that around my knot. [ Her smile is dark and knowing as she steps into him and drags his head down to kiss him once more. ] Tempted as I am to keep my mouth on you, I want to get you cleaned before we run out of hot water. Here, let me.

[ She picks up a new bar of soap waiting to be used. It has a sharp, minty scent to it - not quite the exact same as her own, but it’s close enough that it blends together well.

She works it into a lather on his skin, washing him with her hands and a cloth left hanging on the rack just outside the shower. While it’s practical and deliberate, she makes sure it’s sensual, too. Keeps him awash in sensation and pleasure, surrounded by the familiar scent and the constant slide of hands - and occasionally lips - on his skin. ]

[ Sam feels like a part of him checks out - but here, with Natasha, that's a good and safe thing. It's not his mind disappearing elsewhere while his body endures the pain of the world. He floats in a pleasant haze of post-orgasmic bliss and continued stirring of heat, of constant, sensual stimulation while being enveloped in Natasha's scent, and soap that smells close enough to satisfy a base need in him.

He wonders, dimly, if she'd consider marking him up with her scent. Washing away the scent of unbidden hands and fists, and replacing it not just with a different scent, but with hers, strong and sharp with arousal, to make sure he knows where he belongs. To make sure the world knows where he belongs.

It shakes him out of the haze he's drifting in, that thought. Because here, like this, it's easy to forget that she's taking care of his heat, of him, but that doesn't mean this is for good. Doesn't mean anything for after - at least not until they've had a proper conversation when his mind is clear and she doesn't feel instinctively prompted to have and hold him.

Sam blinks, long lashes wet with water from the shower. Realizes he's somehow followed her out of the shower, that the water is shut off and she's helping him dry. The quirk of her lip makes it obvious she knows he just checked out in a good way. Perhaps, he thinks, it pleases her to know she can put him under so easily. It speaks to her control of the situation. Omegas can't always afford to let go this fully. And she knows Sam well enough to know that yielding control to the point of becoming nearly unaware isn't something he'd be comfortable with in most circumstances. So here, now, with her? That's telling. Sam ducks his head a little. Reaches for the towel only to realize she's pulling it away from him.

And that makes him grin. ]

Keeping me naked, alpha?

[ She returns his grin with a knowing smirk, her lips still quirked and her eyes dark as she watches his face. She'd been aware when he started drifting and if she'd been surprised at the ease he'd let go beneath the slide of her hands and in the safety of her hold, the evidence of that is long hidden now. Instead, there'd been a rush of pleasure, of satisfaction, of pride.

She dries him off, watching him slowly come back to himself now that they're out of the shower. When he reaches for the towel, she pulls it away, keeping out of his reach and chuckling at his cheeky question.

Casually dropping it on a pile on the floor, she leans in to snake an arm about his waist and bring her lips to his in a slow teasing kiss. ] Oh, yes. As long as possible. You have no idea how long I've imagined getting the chance to see all of you. I'm going to enjoy every second of it.

[ And in case he thinks her words are just words, just compliments and flattery - because they both know Natasha wields words far more dangerously than any weapon - she lets the own scent of her want and arousal spice the air faintly. Enough to tease his senses. Enough to let him know just how badly she wants him right now. ]

Oh you have, haven't you.

[ There's a sly tease in the curve of his lips, something deeply satisfied that he tucks against the side of her neck, chasing that scent and letting his goatee scrape over warm, damp skin. The taste of her, the scent of her... the feel of her.

And if perhaps there's part of him barely able to conceal the pleased surprise, like it never occured to him that maybe she wanted him for longer than this, too, that maybe he'd been an option considered before he'd become a necessity accepted...

Sam wraps his arms around her, too, like he can't quite be close enough now, like he wants nothing but to fold himself into his alpha and let her handle the confusing mess of heat fuelled emotions and needs for him.

Instead... ]

I think I'm ready for a nest, now.

[ For someplace comfortable where he can exist without a thought in his mind except for how to keep his alpha locked inside of him. A place where he can be safe to let his base instincts ride him, and know he'll be taken care of.

A place that she can push him into and spread him out on. ]

[ She smiles when he tucks his face in against the side of her throat, hand sliding up to scrape her nails lightly against his scalp and down the back of his neck, holding him closer to her and turning her head so she can inhale his own scent in turn. The sharp, sour scents that had clung to him earlier have mostly faded and she can catch more of his own innate scent now and it's that she wants to get more of.

She presses a chaste kiss to still-damp skin and tugs him back out towards the waiting bed. It's already covered with multiple pillows and thick comforters, sheets as soft as she'd been able to find. While she hadn't been planning to prepare for a heat upon arrival, she had suspected their omegas were going to be deeply in need of comfort after their stint on the raft. She'd slept in that bed the night before and knew it would still hold some of her scent for him - she had to hope that would be comforting rather than invasive. ]

Come on, let's get you comfortable, then. Hopefully there's enough here for you to work with.

[ Sam feels more like himself now - some of his initial need sated, most of that invasive scent of strangers gone from his skin. Replaced for the most part with Natasha's scent, and that... sits much too right with Sam, truth be told. He wants her to drown him in it.

For now something soft and sweet rolls off him once he sees the bed, prepared for omega comfort. They love beds you can disappear in. Piles of pillows and blankets to wall off the outside world. Omegas have a thing for their spots, for where they rest, for homes. ]

Plenty. [ He moves towards the bed. Plays with the edge of a comforter, lips softening to fondness. ] You prepared this for us. [ Meaning any omega in the group thad would make it off the raft and over here. Sam glances over his shoulder. ] For me.

[ Because he's included in that group she prepared for. Even before he became a necessity to handle. He lets her watch, then, as he crawls onto the bed, smooth dark skin a rich contrast to the crisp white sheets. Lets her watch as he sinks down into the nest she'd prepared, rearranging only a few pillows before simply stretching further, making sure his scent can sink into the bed. He's more relaxed by the time he turns onto his back, shamelessly opens his legs for her, slick still glistening on his thighs, cock half hard against his stomach. He's clenching around nothing, but not desperately so - Sam's relaxed and comfortable right now, showing off in the instinctual way to let his alpha know he's happy with the nest provided - and to let the alpha see what they can claim, now. ]

For you.

[ She lets him climb into the bed and inspect it, arrange the blankets and pillows however he likes to be comfortable in it. Taking advantage of the moment, she braids her damp hair back off her face to keep it out of her way, smiling as she watches him.

And then he puts himself on display and her eyes darken with hunger, her scent sharpening and filling the room. An Alpha’s satisfaction and want As her gaze rakes over his body with open admiration and lust. ]

Fuck, you look gorgeous like this, Sam. [ She presses a single knee to the mattress between his legs, even as she runs her hands up over his shins, his thighs, feeling the muscles relaxed under her touch. She can see from here how wet he is, how muscles clench around nothing and she smooths her fingers against his skin soothingly, knowing that ache is only made worse by his heat - likely only temporarily sated from his orgasms. Enough to give them a moment to ease into this now.

…If she can keep his scent from shredding the rest of her control and tempting her into just fucking him until he screams her name.

No. Not that they probably won’t have that sort of fun as the heat drags them both deeper, but to start off, she still wants to be careful and aware enough of any triggers or bad memories from the raft she could accidentally trip over. ]

Your scent is going to drive me mad. I swear I could just spend hours between your legs tasting every drop.

[ And after catching his scent now that the suppressants are no longer keeping it hidden… she’s not sure she’s going to want to give this up ever again. ]

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