[ She definitely appreciates the left. Pays him back with rubbing herself against his lap, trying to bite back a moan. She has to move enough to get one leg on his other side, straddling him before letting herself back down to continue rubbing against his cock. ]
[ She kisses him back passionately, hands finding his hair again before breaking the kiss and jerk his head back enough to bare his neck and graze her teeth along his Adam's apple.
And then runs her tongue back up it before sucking on it.
He's not wrong with what he says. They've fit pretty well emotionally ever since they met, mostly coming from the same kind of mindset about relationships and wanting to protect themselves. In a lot of ways, Natasha felt like she had truly found her match with Matt. ]
[She can feel it bob under her mouth. He has to take a gulp of air. There's a free sense of being exposed and completely accepted for what is laid bare before her.]
...You're stuck with me.
[That's what he's been meaning to say that isn't a three word sentence. Emotionally, physically. His hand glides down her back to clutch at her ass.]
[ She leans down to bite down on the area between his neck and shoulder, licking the mark afterward. She also pushes into the hands that grab her bum, making sure to rub herself along his cock again as she does so. ]
[Matt's head tilts back and he moans. The motion of her hips and just how much of a mess they are between them makes the friction more alluring than before.]
Whatever it is. I'm happy.
[So, so happy. He can't let her get away with getting him so riled up so fast. Jesus Christ he's hard again. Just like that. She's going to think that he's some kind of energizer bunny or something. ]
[ More happy than she ever thought she could be. Especially with someone else. She kisses while lifting her hips up enough to guide herself into position. Once she feels his head, she starts to ease down on him, taking him back inside her. She breaks the kiss with a moan. ]
[This close she can feel his breath falter thanks to what she's doing.]
Oh yeah.
[In approval and as an answer. The swollen, slick head of his cock is just as firm as before. The angle of the way their bodies meet is a new sensation to take in. Natasha is just as small.]
[ She's practically panting against his mouth after having him in all the way again. The wetness from the first round certainly helps but her muscles still flex around him, more sensitive than ever. ]
[Matt knows deep in his heart that if he should ever make another grave mistake of this magnitude, he would never be able to be this close to her ever again. This level of intimacy, this closeness is more than just a physical act. They may shy away from the right kind of three words here but that much they know.
His arms fit around her and he rolls his hips up into her, where she's mounted, snug and fully.]
...I know you're a part of me.
[He lifts his head so that they're face to face, sighted or not it's significant.]
[ He's right. As much as Natasha loves him - and that is the word she's afraid to utter aloud - she knows if he betrayed her trust again, that would be it. Even an ex-killer like her has limits. Not that Matt ever reminds her of that. Never makes her feel like she's anything but... special. Adored, even. It's overwhelming if she stops and thinks about it too much.
When has she ever had that chance? For someone to appreciate and care about who she really is? Not many and certainly not often.
As it stands, being with Matt like this is more than simply make-up sex. It's her telling him she wants him close to her again. She lets out a needy sound at him rolling up into her but her hands run through his hair, grip the strands as she presses their foreheads together. ]
That's why I couldn't leave. I couldn't leave a part of myself here.
[Those aren't limits, that's self value. She's a vibrant, intelligent woman. There's so many feelings and emotions in her. It's not limited to her past. Matt wants her to feel safe and accepted. She deserves it so much.
His falsehood is his own problem. As good as his intentions are, as much of a champion of what's right and of truth he needs deception. Now that barrier between them is gone. This is the closest he's been to another person in so, so long.
The tug at his scalp makes him gasp, breathing in her exhale face to face.]
[ This is the closest she's let anyone get that wasn't Clint or Nick. Matt was being entrusted with her heart and it is not something she gave out lightly, if at all. It's something she's kept buried deep in herself, where no one could get to it. Unless they had disturbingly good aim.
Deception with others was only one form of protection.
Leaving Matt and what they had, even when she was sure she had met her quota, was painful. She realized then, she didn't want to go back to a world where she wouldn't know him and he wouldn't know her.
Giving him another chance was difficult but she didn't regret it. Not now. Hopefully not ever.
She returns the kiss just as passionately. starting to rock her own hips down onto him, hands still in his hair. She hopes he will keep that promise. She wants him to. ]
[Strange how you meet people in life and know so many and you only connect with a handful of them. From there even fewer get to the very core of what you are and who you become.
And that's just normal people. They're never going to have a simple cut and dry state of being. Matt never wants that if it means he can't be with anyone less than what Natasha is. Darkness and light, sensitivity and strength. Now that he's known her, really known her to be without her was a devastating prospect.
This is worth keeping, worth trying for.
Lips part and tongues meet, he rolls right with her. Physically in sync. Emotionally in sync.]
[ She lets out moans and small cries into the kiss as they continue. She initiates another kiss before they finally part and she just clings to Matt, holding onto him as fuck. The couch is hitting the wall behind them but she doesn't care. She's too lost in what they were doing, in how she was giving herself to him (physically and emotionally) as much as he was giving himself to her.
They way they moved together, it was like they were trying to fuse into one person. Maybe they had been trying to do that from the beginning. Even before they were intimate, Natasha had felt an odd but genuine connection to Matt. It only got stronger the more time they spent together. To where, now, it's difficult to be apart from one another. ]
[The little sounds with the rest of the sounds they make together--and there are many-- are working him into a frenzy again. The couch is only one noise. The way their bodies meet, remains of their first round and this.
She's got him in just as tight of a hold as before. This time the tempo, the real pressure of it is more dependent on her. Matt won't stick still. Impossible to resist moving with her, moving together. Matt's fingers curl into her hair and he kisses at her throat and neck.
They just click. Physically. Emotionally. How could he ever be apart from her really?]
[ She rolls her head back, baring more of her neck to him, keeping up with the pace she's set for them. Nails digging into skin and she's feeling herself getting closer to that point again. It was bound to happen with both of them going at it like rabbits.
Except she knew it was more than lust, more than pleasure seeking. It was the best she could do to express to him what she was feeling. How much she felt for him, how much she wanted him.
The words, three of them, were on her tongue. ]
Matt--I
[ But she couldn't get them out. She lets out another cry, bites down on her bottom lip, frustrated she can't make herself say what should be said. What should be obvious. ]
[The sting of her fingernails make you cry out louder. Pain and pleasure in one action. Not even the best sensation in the mix. This could be with anyone but it wouldn't mean what it does. Their bodies moving together as one.]
I got you. I'm here.
[For anything, for everything. Matt tilts her head to his kiss again to bite as his lips rather than her own. He's breathless.]
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Guess we're a better match than we thought.
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Oh fuck.
[Slips right out, unbidden. So much for trying to keep the profanity sparse. Matt bites his lip before pulling her into a kiss.]
We just fit.
[That might apply in the physical sense but the tone in his voice and the way his lips move against her's it's more complicated than that.]
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And then runs her tongue back up it before sucking on it.
He's not wrong with what he says. They've fit pretty well emotionally ever since they met, mostly coming from the same kind of mindset about relationships and wanting to protect themselves. In a lot of ways, Natasha felt like she had truly found her match with Matt. ]
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...You're stuck with me.
[That's what he's been meaning to say that isn't a three word sentence. Emotionally, physically. His hand glides down her back to clutch at her ass.]
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You sure it's not the other way around?
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Whatever it is. I'm happy.
[So, so happy. He can't let her get away with getting him so riled up so fast. Jesus Christ he's hard again. Just like that. She's going to think that he's some kind of energizer bunny or something. ]
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Good. I'm happy, too.
[ More happy than she ever thought she could be. Especially with someone else. She kisses while lifting her hips up enough to guide herself into position. Once she feels his head, she starts to ease down on him, taking him back inside her. She breaks the kiss with a moan. ]
Nng. Matty.
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Oh yeah.
[In approval and as an answer. The swollen, slick head of his cock is just as firm as before. The angle of the way their bodies meet is a new sensation to take in. Natasha is just as small.]
Tasha... I love how you feel.
[Dangerous words there.]
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I love how you feel.
[ A beat, ]
Like you're apart of me.
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His arms fit around her and he rolls his hips up into her, where she's mounted, snug and fully.]
...I know you're a part of me.
[He lifts his head so that they're face to face, sighted or not it's significant.]
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When has she ever had that chance? For someone to appreciate and care about who she really is? Not many and certainly not often.
As it stands, being with Matt like this is more than simply make-up sex. It's her telling him she wants him close to her again. She lets out a needy sound at him rolling up into her but her hands run through his hair, grip the strands as she presses their foreheads together. ]
That's why I couldn't leave. I couldn't leave a part of myself here.
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His falsehood is his own problem. As good as his intentions are, as much of a champion of what's right and of truth he needs deception. Now that barrier between them is gone. This is the closest he's been to another person in so, so long.
The tug at his scalp makes him gasp, breathing in her exhale face to face.]
I'll be sure--to keep it safe.
[Matt surges forward to kiss her.]
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Deception with others was only one form of protection.
Leaving Matt and what they had, even when she was sure she had met her quota, was painful. She realized then, she didn't want to go back to a world where she wouldn't know him and he wouldn't know her.
Giving him another chance was difficult but she didn't regret it. Not now. Hopefully not ever.
She returns the kiss just as passionately. starting to rock her own hips down onto him, hands still in his hair. She hopes he will keep that promise. She wants him to. ]
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And that's just normal people. They're never going to have a simple cut and dry state of being. Matt never wants that if it means he can't be with anyone less than what Natasha is. Darkness and light, sensitivity and strength. Now that he's known her, really known her to be without her was a devastating prospect.
This is worth keeping, worth trying for.
Lips part and tongues meet, he rolls right with her. Physically in sync. Emotionally in sync.]
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They way they moved together, it was like they were trying to fuse into one person. Maybe they had been trying to do that from the beginning. Even before they were intimate, Natasha had felt an odd but genuine connection to Matt. It only got stronger the more time they spent together. To where, now, it's difficult to be apart from one another. ]
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She's got him in just as tight of a hold as before. This time the tempo, the real pressure of it is more dependent on her. Matt won't stick still. Impossible to resist moving with her, moving together. Matt's fingers curl into her hair and he kisses at her throat and neck.
They just click. Physically. Emotionally. How could he ever be apart from her really?]
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Except she knew it was more than lust, more than pleasure seeking. It was the best she could do to express to him what she was feeling. How much she felt for him, how much she wanted him.
The words, three of them, were on her tongue. ]
Matt--I
[ But she couldn't get them out. She lets out another cry, bites down on her bottom lip, frustrated she can't make herself say what should be said. What should be obvious. ]
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I got you. I'm here.
[For anything, for everything. Matt tilts her head to his kiss again to bite as his lips rather than her own. He's breathless.]