[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.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
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.
no subject
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. ]
no subject
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.]