[ 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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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.]