[ It's almost amusing, how strangely restrained and sweet this feels given that the intention is for this to absolutely lead to Natasha taking a seat on his face and them bringing some mutual ruin of the very fun variety to each other. And hey, who could blame her? Sam knows he's got a nice face. Knows it'll look good between deceptively slender thighs that could take him out.
So maybe he's a bit of a thrill seeker. What can he say? Natasha is a thrilling woman. More than that, of course, she's a wonderful woman. Thankfully, attraction can be wonderfully multi-layered.
Their glasses clink. ]
To being unladylike. I have a feeling that's going to go very well for you.
[Natasha considered the wine as one last opportunity to savor the anticipation of the evening. Maybe even build a bit more of it. One of her brows quirked when he answered the toast.]
Oh yeah?
[A look of amusement crossed her face momentarily as she took a sip of her wine and gestured for him to sit. She appreciated his easy confidence, the sincere charm. As far as she was concerned, mutual attraction was best when it was also a little bit of a sport. She had a feeling that they would be well matched. With a thoughtless grace, she sat in his lap, her arm curling along the back of the chair. There was a hint of mischief in her gaze.]
[ Mischief easily matched in the lazy, slightly lopsided curl of his own smile. Sam brought one arm up, resting it along her thigh comfortably so his hand could settle on her waist. Almost innocuous but not quite. He could shift is hand just so to turn this from a casual touch into something much more intimate, same as she could shift in his lap just so to change the tone and mood.
He didn't mind at all to be the canary when she looks like a cat about to pounce.
Sam took a slow sip of his wine, let it linger. Licked the moisture and taste off his lips before tipping his head back to look up at Natasha from under the sweep of long lashes. ]
Well for one, I believe I'm gonna eat very well tonight. Much as you wanna, and as unladylike as you need. Other than that...
[ Sam leaned his head back further, shifted slightly with her in his lap. ]
[It was almost like a dance, or a bet, the way that they both casually escalated the intimacy of touch. She met his gaze as he angled her head, and she lifted her free hand to trail her index finger along the line of his jaw with slow deliberation. She skimmed down his neck from there, then let her palm run across his chest before her hand came to rest.
A chuckle escaped her mouth at the way he said he was gonna eat very well. And a look of interest crossed her face when he continued. Her mouth lilted into a devious smile as her hand slid back up to curl over his shoulder.]
Anything?
[She leaned in as she said it, her head tipped slightly so that her lips were only a breath away from his.]
[ A soft hum of appreciation for the way she touched him, barely more than a deep reverberation in his chest and throat as his own hand trailed up her side, touch light to mirror hers. When he felt her ribcage under his palm and knew he could shift his palm to her front to make this a lot more overtly sexual, though, he shifted it to her back instead, and let it glide gently back down to rest on her lower back, just above the curve of her ass.
Lips nearly touching hers, Sam merely angled his head, offered his mouth to her for the taking. If she so pleased. ]
Yeah. Anything at all.
[ Sam was aware that Natasha Romanoff was, at the end of the day, a dangerous person for him to hand himself over to like this. But they already skipped other pleasantries and started this of with her desire to sit on his face, so why be shy now? No need to hide the fact that he was at her disposal, just like that, and happily so, for however she wanted to have him. ]
[Dangerous though she might be, the likelihood of her putting him in a life threatening situation was fairly slim. At least not while they were in her townhouse with two bottles of wine at their disposal. They'd gone down some bumpy roads over the years in the service of protecting the planet. But that seemed like a different kind of danger. Everything she had in mind for the evening was purely recreational. Especially now that they'd crossed the threshold and traded the very tantalizing maybe for an absolute yes.]
Good answer.
[There was a hint of playful humor in her voice. Her fingers idly undid the top two buttons on his shirt. Finally, she tipped her chin up to kiss him, her lips parting against his as her hand slid around to curl around the back of his neck. Slowly, but unmistakably full of intention.]
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So maybe he's a bit of a thrill seeker. What can he say? Natasha is a thrilling woman. More than that, of course, she's a wonderful woman. Thankfully, attraction can be wonderfully multi-layered.
Their glasses clink. ]
To being unladylike. I have a feeling that's going to go very well for you.
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Oh yeah?
[A look of amusement crossed her face momentarily as she took a sip of her wine and gestured for him to sit. She appreciated his easy confidence, the sincere charm. As far as she was concerned, mutual attraction was best when it was also a little bit of a sport. She had a feeling that they would be well matched. With a thoughtless grace, she sat in his lap, her arm curling along the back of the chair. There was a hint of mischief in her gaze.]
How well?
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He didn't mind at all to be the canary when she looks like a cat about to pounce.
Sam took a slow sip of his wine, let it linger. Licked the moisture and taste off his lips before tipping his head back to look up at Natasha from under the sweep of long lashes. ]
Well for one, I believe I'm gonna eat very well tonight. Much as you wanna, and as unladylike as you need. Other than that...
[ Sam leaned his head back further, shifted slightly with her in his lap. ]
Anything you want.
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A chuckle escaped her mouth at the way he said he was gonna eat very well. And a look of interest crossed her face when he continued. Her mouth lilted into a devious smile as her hand slid back up to curl over his shoulder.]
Anything?
[She leaned in as she said it, her head tipped slightly so that her lips were only a breath away from his.]
Because I've got ideas.
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Lips nearly touching hers, Sam merely angled his head, offered his mouth to her for the taking. If she so pleased. ]
Yeah. Anything at all.
[ Sam was aware that Natasha Romanoff was, at the end of the day, a dangerous person for him to hand himself over to like this. But they already skipped other pleasantries and started this of with her desire to sit on his face, so why be shy now? No need to hide the fact that he was at her disposal, just like that, and happily so, for however she wanted to have him. ]
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Good answer.
[There was a hint of playful humor in her voice. Her fingers idly undid the top two buttons on his shirt. Finally, she tipped her chin up to kiss him, her lips parting against his as her hand slid around to curl around the back of his neck. Slowly, but unmistakably full of intention.]