you said i could so... let the stalking continue!redinmyledgerMay 7 2012, 11:00:38 UTC
[Natasha could feel the sheets tangled around her legs as she slowly started to come to. She was also aware of the cool breeze that skated over her bare flesh in the air-conditioned room. There was a groan of protest that soon followed as she became aware of the pounding in her head and was desperate for it to stop.
She rolled over, burying her head against warm skin until she started to realise the skin was much more curvaceous and smooth than she thought it would be. Or perhaps hoped it would be. Surely if she'd gotten so drunk as to fall into bed with someone it would have been Clint. Or even Thor. Hell, she'd have taken Cap or Banner. Stark at a stretch, but then it slowly started to come back to her and she nearly fell out of bed in her rush to get away from her bed partner.
It had been meant as a bonding trip, a chance for the women to escape the men. Not for the women to wind up in bed and Natasha's eyes snapped open to confirm her fear of Maria being just as naked next to her.]
[Natasha shifted closer, pulling the sheets away from Maria as she squeezed her hands around the woman's thighs before starting to massage the skin. She moaned into the kiss before letting her mouth slide down along Maria's jaw as she nipped at the skin and then dropped her head to suck at her collarbone.
She was already damp, the arousal building and coiling in her stomach as a hand left the woman's thigh to rub over her sex, fingers seeking out her clit as her other hand slid back up Maria's torso so that she could cup her breast. She flashed the brunette a wicked smile, her gaze already dark and hooded. Then she dipped her head once more, tongue flicking over the pert nipple that stood out against fair skin.]
[Maria let out a throaty moan, her head falling back as redhead started kissing down her neck. She pulled the sheets away completely, letting them go in favor of tangling her fingers in Natasha's silken curls. With another breathy sigh, she strives to bring the same pleasure to the woman that she was receiving.
She circled her fingertips around her clit, pressing gently, wanting to pull another one of those moans from between her red lips. Even while she herself was already quivering under Natasha's deft touch.]
[Maybe she hadn't been with a lot of women, but she knew how she liked to be touched herself. The logic seemed to work the previous night, with Maria introducing her to a thing or two. It was nice, sensual.
The rhythm of their fingers started to match and Natasha moved her mouth across to Maria's other breast after dragging her tongue over the valley between them. She hummed at the salty taste of her skin, but the moan came as her body trembled and pulsed when her teasing touch hit just the right spot. Natasha lifted her head and pulled Maria's back forward, their breasts pressing together as she kissed the woman again, fingers sliding down from her clit as she teased them against her entrance.] You're sexy like this.
[She released a breathy laugh against Natasha's lips, surprised to find how much she'd picked up from last night. She shuddered a little from all the teasing.] And you're a hell of a fast learner. But we knew that already, didn't we?
[Maria pulled the woman's lips between her teeth, biting. Her own fingers slid over her entrance, having no intention of getting left behind. She was more than happy to keep up.]
[ooc: I already have a song that I've been listening too on repeat and associating with these two WOOPS.]
Yes, we did. I haven't gotten where I am by being slow. [Their breath mingled, the closeness and arousal sparking between them more than enough to distract her from the headache.
Natasha growled softly at the bite, fingers finding Maria's nipple as she pinched it at the same moment she slid a finger all the way inside her.]
[Maria released a soft moan, pushing into Natasha's hands. Her fingers curled into the woman's hair, tugging gently at the nape of her neck, and she let her tongue slip along her bottom lip. She could hardly handle how delicious it all was, every moment. How deeply had she buried the desire to discover this with Natasha? How often had she pushed it away?
Another small noise escaped Maria and she dipped a finger past entrance she'd been teasing, mirroring Natasha's movements.]
[ooc: idk if you like Sara Barielles at all, but there's a song called "Beautiful Girl." It isn't specifically romantic, but I think it does a good job of shining a light on the vulnerability Natasha forces Maria into. Maria's a strong woman, but suddenly Natasha comes around and makes her question herself. Maria kind of wishes she was Natasha and wants to do dirty things to her all at the same time.]
[She wasn't blind. It was hard to ignore that Maria was an attractive woman. There were times when Natasha had perhaps found herself curious about what the woman would be like if she let her guard down, and now she had that answer. There was a passion there that excited the redhead, and very definitely left her wanting more.
She smiled again, nudging Maria's head to the side as her lips pressed against her ear and Russian became interspersed with breathy moans as her finger slowly pumped in and out of her. Maria wouldn't need to understand the exact phrases to hear the hunger in Natasha's tone.]
(ooc: I don't, but I'll have to look it up. That's a little stalkerish but I get it lol. Natasha is just fast discovering she wants to do dirty things to Maria full stop. I think she likes that Maria can let her see this side of her.)
[Maria hung onto every word, each murmured phrase. She had admit her Russian was a little rusty, but she got the gist of it. A small smile tugged at her lips and she slipped another finger into her, pressing small, hungry kisses along her neck.]
[ooc: I think it's more that Natasha makes her uncomfortable and she doesn't really completely know why. None of it is on the surface of her mind, it's all just kind of inner-monologue that I've got running around. Maria hasn't been actively thinking about any of it. She probably even kind of avoids Natasha, while subconsciously pushing away even more subconscious thoughts. It's a part of Maria's slightly emotionally-repressed nature, I think.]
[Her tongue flicked out against Maria's ear before she drew the lobe into her mouth and sucked. She bit down gently with her teeth to tug it as she pulled back before the murmuring started again. It was easier for Natasha to express what she wanted but after a moment she switched to English as this time it was her that mirrored Hill's actions and she slipped a second finger inside her tight, warm body.] I want you on the helicarrier, in your uniform. I want to be able to tug that zipper down and lick and suck your breasts until I make you come from that alone.
(ooc: I think it goes for both of them. Natasha's standoffish because Maria is and I think both of them have forgotten even why. Any other place and these two would probably bond but here there's this unspoken respect that at least let's them work together and I don't think an attraction is that much of a stretch. They're just both prone to denial however subconscious.)
[Natasha got a moan from her, feeling a tug below her naval at what was being suggested. She had no doubts that the redhead was fully capable.]
Well, you-- [Her breath hitched, trembling when Natasha found a particular spot. Maria pumped her own fingers faster.] You've always known how to get what you want, Romanoff.
I want you. I want this. I want us. [It was a huge revelation even as the words came out. She knew there was truth to it. However accidental all of this had been there was an opportunity to seize something unique.
Their rhythms continued to match, Natasha curling and twisting her fingers as she stroked them against the inside walls, thumb finding her clit and rubbing against it.] Tell me what you want, Maria.
[Maria gasps and pulled herself closer to Natasha, finding herself starting to hit her wall. She wasn't going to last very much longer, not with the way the woman was working her, the way her thumb pressed firmly to her clit.]
God, Tash... [She wrapped her free arm around her waist, biting her lip against her impending orgasm.] I want you. God, I want you so bad.
The rings would seem to suggest you have me. No one else has managed that. [She said it softly, not in any way trying to argue against the predicament they found themselves in.
But she was starting to get more and more distracted by wanting to watch Maria come undone. By wanting to know that it was because of her that Hill could be torn apart so beautifully. There was no breaking the rhythm, no slowing down. Not now. Tasha's hand slid down Maria's back, pressing in against the small of it as she pushed her fingers as far as they would go.]
[Maria releases a whimper, arching into Natasha and pushing her hips hard into her hand. She buried her face in the woman's neck and dug her nails into her skin as she spasmed and shook, clenching around Natasha's fingers as she came quietly. It was almost delicate, the way she reached her climax, but it hadn't felt any less spectacular. Natasha was exquisite.]
[Natasha helped her through the aftershocks, her fingers moving more slowly as she felt Maria's body spasm around them. She held the brunette agent against her and only shifted enough to withdraw her fingers as she started to lick them clean with a satisfied hum.]
Then you're having one hell of a dirty dream, Maria.
She rolled over, burying her head against warm skin until she started to realise the skin was much more curvaceous and smooth than she thought it would be. Or perhaps hoped it would be. Surely if she'd gotten so drunk as to fall into bed with someone it would have been Clint. Or even Thor. Hell, she'd have taken Cap or Banner. Stark at a stretch, but then it slowly started to come back to her and she nearly fell out of bed in her rush to get away from her bed partner.
It had been meant as a bonding trip, a chance for the women to escape the men. Not for the women to wind up in bed and Natasha's eyes snapped open to confirm her fear of Maria being just as naked next to her.]
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She was already damp, the arousal building and coiling in her stomach as a hand left the woman's thigh to rub over her sex, fingers seeking out her clit as her other hand slid back up Maria's torso so that she could cup her breast. She flashed the brunette a wicked smile, her gaze already dark and hooded. Then she dipped her head once more, tongue flicking over the pert nipple that stood out against fair skin.]
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She circled her fingertips around her clit, pressing gently, wanting to pull another one of those moans from between her red lips. Even while she herself was already quivering under Natasha's deft touch.]
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The rhythm of their fingers started to match and Natasha moved her mouth across to Maria's other breast after dragging her tongue over the valley between them. She hummed at the salty taste of her skin, but the moan came as her body trembled and pulsed when her teasing touch hit just the right spot. Natasha lifted her head and pulled Maria's back forward, their breasts pressing together as she kissed the woman again, fingers sliding down from her clit as she teased them against her entrance.] You're sexy like this.
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[Maria pulled the woman's lips between her teeth, biting. Her own fingers slid over her entrance, having no intention of getting left behind. She was more than happy to keep up.]
[ooc: I already have a song that I've been listening too on repeat and associating with these two WOOPS.]
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Natasha growled softly at the bite, fingers finding Maria's nipple as she pinched it at the same moment she slid a finger all the way inside her.]
(ooc: oh dear... what is it? lol)
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Another small noise escaped Maria and she dipped a finger past entrance she'd been teasing, mirroring Natasha's movements.]
[ooc: idk if you like Sara Barielles at all, but there's a song called "Beautiful Girl." It isn't specifically romantic, but I think it does a good job of shining a light on the vulnerability Natasha forces Maria into. Maria's a strong woman, but suddenly Natasha comes around and makes her question herself. Maria kind of wishes she was Natasha and wants to do dirty things to her all at the same time.]
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She smiled again, nudging Maria's head to the side as her lips pressed against her ear and Russian became interspersed with breathy moans as her finger slowly pumped in and out of her. Maria wouldn't need to understand the exact phrases to hear the hunger in Natasha's tone.]
(ooc: I don't, but I'll have to look it up. That's a little stalkerish but I get it lol. Natasha is just fast discovering she wants to do dirty things to Maria full stop. I think she likes that Maria can let her see this side of her.)
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[ooc: I think it's more that Natasha makes her uncomfortable and she doesn't really completely know why. None of it is on the surface of her mind, it's all just kind of inner-monologue that I've got running around. Maria hasn't been actively thinking about any of it. She probably even kind of avoids Natasha, while subconsciously pushing away even more subconscious thoughts. It's a part of Maria's slightly emotionally-repressed nature, I think.]
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(ooc: I think it goes for both of them. Natasha's standoffish because Maria is and I think both of them have forgotten even why. Any other place and these two would probably bond but here there's this unspoken respect that at least let's them work together and I don't think an attraction is that much of a stretch. They're just both prone to denial however subconscious.)
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Well, you-- [Her breath hitched, trembling when Natasha found a particular spot. Maria pumped her own fingers faster.] You've always known how to get what you want, Romanoff.
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Their rhythms continued to match, Natasha curling and twisting her fingers as she stroked them against the inside walls, thumb finding her clit and rubbing against it.] Tell me what you want, Maria.
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God, Tash... [She wrapped her free arm around her waist, biting her lip against her impending orgasm.] I want you. God, I want you so bad.
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But she was starting to get more and more distracted by wanting to watch Maria come undone. By wanting to know that it was because of her that Hill could be torn apart so beautifully. There was no breaking the rhythm, no slowing down. Not now. Tasha's hand slid down Maria's back, pressing in against the small of it as she pushed her fingers as far as they would go.]
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God, you can not be real.
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Then you're having one hell of a dirty dream, Maria.
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