Bucky isn't really sure why she'd left to go and stand in front of the window but he joins her after a short while, staring out over the city. There's lights even now in the middle of the night and it's relaxing to see them twinkling all over the city. Bucky had been able to see the stars overhead when he went to Wisconsin for basic but not here. Will be be able to see the stars in Germany?
"What's that you say to me sometimes?" he asks. "Moya zvezda? Is there anything else that's a...well, something sweet to say? It seems like your grandmother's Russian is something you like to do."
And he wants something that feels special to her, something unique that isn't baby, doll or some combination thereof.
"...it was the first language I learned," she finally confessed, gently rubbing her chilly arms. "I didn't know my parents, and, well, my...grandmother more or less raised me." If Madame could even count as a "grandmother". "I didn't learn English until I started school." Truth, sprinkled with a few lies here and there.
She could feel the warmth from his body, close at her shoulder, and it was so tempting to just...lean back into it, let him put strong arms around her and hold her tight, but she resisted, though she hated her common sense just then.
"There are a lot of endearments in Russian," Natalia told him, not looking away from the window. "There is kiska, which means 'kitten', or printessa, which means 'princess', obviously, and there's also lisichka, which means 'little vixen', and is mostly used for saucy redheaded children." She gave a soft chuckle.
"The language sounds harsh, but it's actually quite beautiful, when spoken correctly.
"Lisichka," Bucky says, settling on that one. He likes princess and kitten, naturally, but there's something about little vixen that settles on him and just feels right. He chances coming closer to her at the window, hand reaching out so he can brush fingers with hers.
"Did I say it right? Lisichka?" He hopes he had, or his attempt at being romantic had failed completely, and more than anything he just wants Natalie to forgive him for being an ass to her earlier.
"Thanks for letting me in." Most dames wouldn't after what happened.
"Close enough," she told him with a little smile. "Your accent is pretty good, for a Brooklyn boy." She let her fingers slowly tangle with his, a soft gesture that tugged hard at her still-falling heart. "Just...be careful how and where you say it." Howard understood more Slav than he let on, and she wanted, for various reasons, all of this to be kept close under wraps. Neither of them needed any more complications in their lives than they were already dealing with.
"Well, you said it yourself, James," Natalia told him after a minute or so of quiet. "I'm not like most dames." She chanced to give him a small smile, a fond gentle glance, before turning back to the watery lights of downtown and the sheeting rain on the window. "...but, you're welcome."
"You mind giving me a photograph or something? I don't know where in Germany they're deploying the Commandos," Bucky says, rubbing the back of his neck a bit with his free hand. It's embarrassing, talking about this, but she already knows he loves her. How can be asking for a photograph be worse?
"I'd like something to look at while I'm out there. Something to remind me of the benefits of coming back in one piece."
He doesn't know what the war is going to do to them but he hopes it's all right, that they'll be able to come back and have a real, out in the open relationship.
That request surprised her a bit. But it shouldn't have; didn't men take photos of their dames off with them, to have something to keep them going, a reason to keep fighting? It was understandable, given what she knew of the human condition. Motivation, after all.
"I...I don't think I even have any, James." Which was a shame, really. "But I'm sure Howard could take a couple, before we fly out." And would probably be delighted to; any opportunity to use something technological and Stark was all over it, automatically coming up with ways to improve it.
A recollection tickled her mind, and she had to smirk, glancing at him over her shoulder. "My stockings aren't enough, Sergeant?"
Bucky honest-to-God blushes at the mention of the stockings and he's quiet for a minute before he mumbles something out. It's low and soft and it's the kind of sappy shit she probably doesn't want to hear; Natalie wants to have a good time and he's the one who fell too fast.
"Wanna remember your face," he mumbles. "Not sex with you. It's not...it doesn't matter. If you think the stockings are enough, I'll just keep those. I don't want to put anyone out when we're trying to win a war."
He hates that he's this insecure about it, this tied up over a woman.
Her brief mirth completely faded, seeing the blush begin to stain his cheeks, and Natalia wanted to kick herself. Again. Why was she so awkward around this man? Nothing she seemed to say ever came out right; she thought she might be better off saying absolutely nothing at all.
Because this is folly, she heard Madame say coldly. You know this.
"James, I--" She stopped, abashed at herself. "That's not what I meant. Of course I would give you a photograph, I just...I don't have any. I didn't--I didn't mean to tease you about it." She slowly let go of his hand and pulled away, hugging her arms again.
"We're not shipping out until the afternoon," Bucky points out. "And you're in Manhattan. There's a photo booth down on Broadway. Steve and I went once with some gals and he didn't end up in any of the pictures because he was too short."
Bucky closes the distance between them and slides his arm over Natalie's shoulders, tugging her close. It's something he feels like he needs to do because he's in love with this girl and he doesn't want what feels like their last night together to end badly.
"We'll run down there, do some pictures. It's a quarter and it does the whole thing right there - you get your pictures within ten minutes. Then we can both have some."
She let him pull her close, covertly relishing the comfort of his solid warmth. It took her a minute or so, but Natalia slowly snuck her arms around Bucky's waist, resting her head beneath his chin and closing her eyes on a soft sigh. Oh, this man...
But the photo booth was a good idea; she hadn't even realized there was one so close. "So..." she opened her eyes, staring out at the rain, "...you're staying the night, then?" And how she wanted him to. She didn't what could possibly be their last time together to be stilted, awkward, or sad or angry. He didn't deserve that.
When she tucks her head under his chin, she feels vulnerable in a way that Bucky's never felt from her. He's always appreciated Natalie's strength, the way she cuts across a room and is self-possessed and confident even in a man's world like Howard Stark's company, how she knows what she wants and how to get it. She's not like that right now. There's a softness in her green eyes that he hasn't ever seen before.
He slips his hand under her chin and tilts it up, looking into those beautiful eyes before he tips his head down and slants his mouth over hers for a kiss. This is a longing kiss, a kiss full of love and affection instead of fueled by lust and physical need. He doesn't know if he's ever going to get the chance to kiss Natalie again so he wants this one to last.
"What do you think, lisichka? I want to stay. You didn't even have to ask me if I wanted to - I always want to."
She hadn't been trained for this. She could slice through a man's jugular without batting an eyelash, she knew how to infiltrate the tightest security without leaving a ripple, and she was able to navigate a man's mind with wit, charm, and guile, but when it came to her own heart, Natalia Romanova was, sadly, a complete and utter stranger.
She didn't resist when James tilted her chin, lifting her face to his, not realizing just how vulnerable her eyes actually were before they closed, and she gave herself over to his sweet, sweet kisses, feeling her heart lurch at the inherent tenderness and care in his touch. A single stray tear escaped her lashes before she could stop it, but she let it fall, caring about nothing at all save for his mouth on hers.
Bucky whispered his agreement against her lips, and she nodded with a trembling smile, moving her arms from around his waist to around his neck, rising on her tiptoes to mold her body against his and kiss him again, and again. And again. The need for air broke them apart eventually, but Natalia rested her head against James's, shivering lightly in his embrace.
A few moments of quiet passed, then she hazarded to whisper, gazing up at him, "...will you--will you take me to bed, James?" She impulsively licked her lower lip, a little hesitant. "I want to hold you for as long as I can moya zvezda.."
Bucky loves these long, desperate kisses and he tries not to break them for long when he does have to come up for air. He cups the back of her head with his hand, cradling it, and keeps his other arm wrapped securely around her back to keep her pressed up to him and safe in his embrace.
When he finally breaks the kiss to look at her again, she speaks to him and calls him her star again. It doesn't feel like something a grandmother would use on a child, not how she says it, and he feels like it never was anything like that.
"I want to take you to bed," he says lowly. "But I want to do this my way. Do you trust me, Natalie?"
God help her, but she did. Regardless of the foolishness of doing so. So Natalia simply gazed up at him, lashes dark over gentle eyes, and nodded. Her fingers smoothed over the dark hair at the nape of his neck, but she wasn't about to let him go. Perhaps not ever again.
"I do, James," she whispered back, reaching up to rub her nose against his. "I trust you." And she wanted him to stay. Now, and forever. The thought of him walking out of that door was almost physically painful. This pull down in her gut was unfamiliar, but the longing for him that she felt was too easily recognized.
"...I don't ever want you to go," Natalia suddenly heard herself whisper, a second stray tear sliding down her cheek.
"Maybe we'll see one another again," Bucky says. He tugs her with him toward her bedroom and once he's there, he spends long moments just hugging her close and inhaling the scent of her hair and feeling her within his arms. She's muscled from what he guesses hauling Stark's stuff around but she's still soft, so very soft.
He starts to kiss her, so soft at first before gently taking her lower lip between his to start floating the idea of opening the kiss up to more. The tip of his tongue brushes against hers, seeking entrance, he deftly untying the belt of the robe that kept him from her skin. Belt gone, he pushes the robe away and ghosts his hands up and down the soft,soft skin of her back, settling them on her ass to pull her flush to him.
She had an inkling that they would see each other again, and more than likely quite often. The Howling Commandos were, after all, flying to Germany on Howard's plane. But tomorrow was a thought for later, much later, because now she was in her bedroom, the single lamp on the dresser glowing with a soft, golden light, and James was kissing her as if she were the most precious thing he'd ever seen.
A pilgrim at worship, perhaps.
All Natalia could do was just let him kiss her, those soft brushes of lips sending a slow, tantalizing ember smoldering down in her belly. She didn't deter his hands when they untied the sash of her robe and gently smoothed it over her bare shoulders, it whispering down her body to pool at her feet, and she reached up for him, all her barriers removed. He gripped her and she mewled, wanton, and pushed her own hands beneath his robe to seek warm, supple skin.
Their kisses remained soft, tender, slowly but surely spiraling her right out of her mind. Flushed with want, Natalia gently nipped at his upper lip, easy, but parted her mouth beneath his and voiced a long, low moan to finally taste him again fully.
Bucky doesn't know which way is up because these kisses with Natalie have him drunk. The light of the lamp is soft and golden and he deepens the kiss more as he slips his hand down to cup one of her breasts. His thumb teases over her nipple while he slides his tongue against hers.
He wants to worship her. He doesn't know if he'll ever see her again and he wants to make a memory with Natalie, make sure she knows that he'll never forget her and that she's going to be a part of him no matter how long he lives or where he ends up.
He keeps the kiss slow and exploratory and his hand is gentle at her breast. This isn't going to be the rush of a new coupling and it's not going to be desperate and needy. This is going to be like they have all the time in the world and that they're not saying goodbye tomorrow.
She whimpered with the weight of his hand on her breast, needing more of it. Her back arched, offering him everything she possessed; all he needed to do was take it. Her own hands were greedier, sliding beneath the soft fabric covering him to refamiliarize herself with his skin, every ridge, line, and hollow.
But she was becoming drunk herself on his kisses, although she thought she might never get enough of them. He was like a drug; addictive, a dangerous attraction. But what he offered was simple sincerity, tenderness, and sweet honest affection, and Natalia was unfortunately a stranger to this softer side. And she found it mesmerizing.
Her bed, however, was open and inviting, and she dimly realized that their height difference was irrelevant when they were both lying down. And besides, he was slowly making her knees dangerously weak. So she slowly broke her lips from his, inhaling his breath with a shuddering sigh, and smoothed her hands over his face, memorizing him now and forever.
"...lie down with me, James?" It was a soft, quiet plea. "Please?"
"I'll come with you," Bucky says, tugging down the sheets and blanket so he can pull her into the bed with him. There's only the soft light from the lamp in the room but Bucky thinks that's perfect; his mind can fill in the details that his eyes can't see right now.
He lays on his side and pulls her to do the same so they're face to face. He has one arm draped around her waist and the other planted firmly above her head, catching her in his embrace. He leans in to kiss her, more of those slow and soft kisses from before.
"I want to remember you if we never see each other again," he says between kisses. "I never want to forget tonight."
Ah, much better. Natalia stretched when James lay down with her, then immediately insinuated herself into his warm embrace. Then he was kissing her again, oh sweet bliss, and she softened against him, catching his mouth with hers and indulging herself in those lovely, sweet lips.
"...James..." she breathed against his mouth, closing the small distance between them again. Those deep, exploring kisses seemed to go on forever, and she was more than a little breathless when they finally parted again. "We won't forget," she promised on a soft sigh. A tender hand stroked his cheek, thumb smoothing over the cheekbone. "I could never forget you. Not ever."
Not even if she lived a thousand years.
The hand on his face slipped into his hair, gently combing the still-damp strands back away from his temple. "...I'm glad you came back tonight," Natalia murmured, lashes half-lowering over vulnerable eyes. "I really...I really thought I'd ruined everything, when we left." She bit her lip. "I'd thought...we were over."
"Couldn't be over," Bucky murmurs. He kisses her forehead affectionally, then moves his mouth back so he can find hers again. He hooks her leg over his hip, bringing her as close to his body as he can while still being face to face and keeps kissing her.
He's going to kiss her until they can press away all the space between them and just be them without anything attacking them from the outside. Tomorrow, it's war. Tonight, he's going to make love to his girl. He leans forward and whispers hot against her ear.
"I'm going to fuck you just like this," he murmurs, sliding his cock against her where she's starting to get damp. "I'm going to see every look on your face so I never forget you."
Natalia eagerly draped her leg over Bucky's bare hip, giving a soft purr of approval to have him nestled so close, so perfectly close to exactly where she wanted him. She was already slick and hot; his kisses had seen to that, but there wasn't any of the wild urgency that had enveloped them during their last bedroom encounter. It was just them, this time; no missions, no expectations, no intruders.
Her breasts ached, nipples tight and hard against his chest, and Natalia shivered all over when James ducked his head to make his fervent promise at her ear. "Da," she breathed right back, all but quivering with the anticipation of having him inside her again. "I want you so much, James...please..."
She shuddered, feeling him sliding between her thighs; hot, hard, and perfect. Her hips wiggled of their own volition, trying to sheathe him where he belonged, but the slow burn between them was quite possibly the most erotic thing she'd ever experienced. And she wanted more.
It's a little different, this position and this angle, but Bucky figures it out after a moment of trying. He tips his hips against hers and keeps her leg hiked up over his waist so he can move in her a bit. He's never done it this way before but he wanted to be face to face, wanted it to feel more like an embrace than fucking.
This particular position doesn't let him move very much, though, and so his movements are small and he never fully pulls out of her when he pulls away to push back in. He keeps kissing her the whole time, though - her mouth, her jaw, the soft skin just below her ear. He ghosts his teeth just along the edge of her earlobe before whispering to her a little.
"You're mine," he murmurs. "Just mine and no one else's. When you go to bed at night, all I want you to think and feel and hear is me, even when I'm not with you. I want you to long for me the way I'm gonna long for you."
She wasn't intimately familiar with this particular position either, but James made it work for them, and the slow, easy sensuality of it, the intimacy, was more than enough to absolutely melt her mind. He kept kissing her, over and over, taking away her breath with every soft caress, and Natalia would only lie there and let him. The tenderness in his touch, the reverence in the way his body moved in hers...she shivered and flexed her leg around his hip, undulating with him in that same, slow rhythm, spiraling deep into a place where they were the only two souls together.
Then he was whispering in her ear, heated promises she knew she'd never forget, because, she'd realized not too long ago, he was right. She was his. Perhaps she'd missed it, or had been determined to ignore it, but seeing him on the other side of her door, dripping wet and looking miserable, had cemented something she'd never known was broken.
She mewled his name, breathing his breath as she turned her head for another long, slow kiss, and Natalia clutched him tight, slowly climbing the ascending stair towards bliss, but determined to bring him along with her. She gently drew her fingernails down the length of his back, curving around his waist only to smooth upwards along the warm ridges of flesh and muscle, keeping him close. She hiked her leg higher, feeling her eager body take him smoothly, but it was slow, stilted, and deliberate, and her head swam with the barrage of sincerity behind each and every movement.
It feels good this way, even if it's different. It's slow and deliberate and Bucky is sheepishly glad he's big enough to make it work since it wouldn't otherwise. The gentle drag of her nails down his back somehow feels better than when she'd clawed him up the first time, even if that had been hotter in the thick of it.
Maybe he's just a sap.
"Am I doing all right?" he breathes against her skin, wanting to make sure he was doing enough to get her as high as he was. It's a little harder to make that happen this way since he can't get his hand between them and he tries to shift his hips up in a bit that puts pressure on her where she needs it. He lasts a lot longer this way, at least, even if it's not going to take much more to have him coming. "You got what you need?"
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"What's that you say to me sometimes?" he asks. "Moya zvezda? Is there anything else that's a...well, something sweet to say? It seems like your grandmother's Russian is something you like to do."
And he wants something that feels special to her, something unique that isn't baby, doll or some combination thereof.
"I want something I can call you."
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She could feel the warmth from his body, close at her shoulder, and it was so tempting to just...lean back into it, let him put strong arms around her and hold her tight, but she resisted, though she hated her common sense just then.
"There are a lot of endearments in Russian," Natalia told him, not looking away from the window. "There is kiska, which means 'kitten', or printessa, which means 'princess', obviously, and there's also lisichka, which means 'little vixen', and is mostly used for saucy redheaded children." She gave a soft chuckle.
"The language sounds harsh, but it's actually quite beautiful, when spoken correctly.
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"Did I say it right? Lisichka?" He hopes he had, or his attempt at being romantic had failed completely, and more than anything he just wants Natalie to forgive him for being an ass to her earlier.
"Thanks for letting me in." Most dames wouldn't after what happened.
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"Well, you said it yourself, James," Natalia told him after a minute or so of quiet. "I'm not like most dames." She chanced to give him a small smile, a fond gentle glance, before turning back to the watery lights of downtown and the sheeting rain on the window. "...but, you're welcome."
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"I'd like something to look at while I'm out there. Something to remind me of the benefits of coming back in one piece."
He doesn't know what the war is going to do to them but he hopes it's all right, that they'll be able to come back and have a real, out in the open relationship.
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"I...I don't think I even have any, James." Which was a shame, really. "But I'm sure Howard could take a couple, before we fly out." And would probably be delighted to; any opportunity to use something technological and Stark was all over it, automatically coming up with ways to improve it.
A recollection tickled her mind, and she had to smirk, glancing at him over her shoulder. "My stockings aren't enough, Sergeant?"
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"Wanna remember your face," he mumbles. "Not sex with you. It's not...it doesn't matter. If you think the stockings are enough, I'll just keep those. I don't want to put anyone out when we're trying to win a war."
He hates that he's this insecure about it, this tied up over a woman.
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Because this is folly, she heard Madame say coldly. You know this.
"James, I--" She stopped, abashed at herself. "That's not what I meant. Of course I would give you a photograph, I just...I don't have any. I didn't--I didn't mean to tease you about it." She slowly let go of his hand and pulled away, hugging her arms again.
"...I'm sorry."
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Bucky closes the distance between them and slides his arm over Natalie's shoulders, tugging her close. It's something he feels like he needs to do because he's in love with this girl and he doesn't want what feels like their last night together to end badly.
"We'll run down there, do some pictures. It's a quarter and it does the whole thing right there - you get your pictures within ten minutes. Then we can both have some."
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But the photo booth was a good idea; she hadn't even realized there was one so close. "So..." she opened her eyes, staring out at the rain, "...you're staying the night, then?" And how she wanted him to. She didn't what could possibly be their last time together to be stilted, awkward, or sad or angry. He didn't deserve that.
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He slips his hand under her chin and tilts it up, looking into those beautiful eyes before he tips his head down and slants his mouth over hers for a kiss. This is a longing kiss, a kiss full of love and affection instead of fueled by lust and physical need. He doesn't know if he's ever going to get the chance to kiss Natalie again so he wants this one to last.
"What do you think, lisichka? I want to stay. You didn't even have to ask me if I wanted to - I always want to."
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She didn't resist when James tilted her chin, lifting her face to his, not realizing just how vulnerable her eyes actually were before they closed, and she gave herself over to his sweet, sweet kisses, feeling her heart lurch at the inherent tenderness and care in his touch. A single stray tear escaped her lashes before she could stop it, but she let it fall, caring about nothing at all save for his mouth on hers.
Bucky whispered his agreement against her lips, and she nodded with a trembling smile, moving her arms from around his waist to around his neck, rising on her tiptoes to mold her body against his and kiss him again, and again. And again. The need for air broke them apart eventually, but Natalia rested her head against James's, shivering lightly in his embrace.
A few moments of quiet passed, then she hazarded to whisper, gazing up at him, "...will you--will you take me to bed, James?" She impulsively licked her lower lip, a little hesitant. "I want to hold you for as long as I can moya zvezda.."
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When he finally breaks the kiss to look at her again, she speaks to him and calls him her star again. It doesn't feel like something a grandmother would use on a child, not how she says it, and he feels like it never was anything like that.
"I want to take you to bed," he says lowly. "But I want to do this my way. Do you trust me, Natalie?"
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"I do, James," she whispered back, reaching up to rub her nose against his. "I trust you." And she wanted him to stay. Now, and forever. The thought of him walking out of that door was almost physically painful. This pull down in her gut was unfamiliar, but the longing for him that she felt was too easily recognized.
"...I don't ever want you to go," Natalia suddenly heard herself whisper, a second stray tear sliding down her cheek.
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He starts to kiss her, so soft at first before gently taking her lower lip between his to start floating the idea of opening the kiss up to more. The tip of his tongue brushes against hers, seeking entrance, he deftly untying the belt of the robe that kept him from her skin. Belt gone, he pushes the robe away and ghosts his hands up and down the soft,soft skin of her back, settling them on her ass to pull her flush to him.
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A pilgrim at worship, perhaps.
All Natalia could do was just let him kiss her, those soft brushes of lips sending a slow, tantalizing ember smoldering down in her belly. She didn't deter his hands when they untied the sash of her robe and gently smoothed it over her bare shoulders, it whispering down her body to pool at her feet, and she reached up for him, all her barriers removed. He gripped her and she mewled, wanton, and pushed her own hands beneath his robe to seek warm, supple skin.
Their kisses remained soft, tender, slowly but surely spiraling her right out of her mind. Flushed with want, Natalia gently nipped at his upper lip, easy, but parted her mouth beneath his and voiced a long, low moan to finally taste him again fully.
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He wants to worship her. He doesn't know if he'll ever see her again and he wants to make a memory with Natalie, make sure she knows that he'll never forget her and that she's going to be a part of him no matter how long he lives or where he ends up.
He keeps the kiss slow and exploratory and his hand is gentle at her breast. This isn't going to be the rush of a new coupling and it's not going to be desperate and needy. This is going to be like they have all the time in the world and that they're not saying goodbye tomorrow.
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But she was becoming drunk herself on his kisses, although she thought she might never get enough of them. He was like a drug; addictive, a dangerous attraction. But what he offered was simple sincerity, tenderness, and sweet honest affection, and Natalia was unfortunately a stranger to this softer side. And she found it mesmerizing.
Her bed, however, was open and inviting, and she dimly realized that their height difference was irrelevant when they were both lying down. And besides, he was slowly making her knees dangerously weak. So she slowly broke her lips from his, inhaling his breath with a shuddering sigh, and smoothed her hands over his face, memorizing him now and forever.
"...lie down with me, James?" It was a soft, quiet plea. "Please?"
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He lays on his side and pulls her to do the same so they're face to face. He has one arm draped around her waist and the other planted firmly above her head, catching her in his embrace. He leans in to kiss her, more of those slow and soft kisses from before.
"I want to remember you if we never see each other again," he says between kisses. "I never want to forget tonight."
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"...James..." she breathed against his mouth, closing the small distance between them again. Those deep, exploring kisses seemed to go on forever, and she was more than a little breathless when they finally parted again. "We won't forget," she promised on a soft sigh. A tender hand stroked his cheek, thumb smoothing over the cheekbone. "I could never forget you. Not ever."
Not even if she lived a thousand years.
The hand on his face slipped into his hair, gently combing the still-damp strands back away from his temple. "...I'm glad you came back tonight," Natalia murmured, lashes half-lowering over vulnerable eyes. "I really...I really thought I'd ruined everything, when we left." She bit her lip. "I'd thought...we were over."
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He's going to kiss her until they can press away all the space between them and just be them without anything attacking them from the outside. Tomorrow, it's war. Tonight, he's going to make love to his girl. He leans forward and whispers hot against her ear.
"I'm going to fuck you just like this," he murmurs, sliding his cock against her where she's starting to get damp. "I'm going to see every look on your face so I never forget you."
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Her breasts ached, nipples tight and hard against his chest, and Natalia shivered all over when James ducked his head to make his fervent promise at her ear. "Da," she breathed right back, all but quivering with the anticipation of having him inside her again. "I want you so much, James...please..."
She shuddered, feeling him sliding between her thighs; hot, hard, and perfect. Her hips wiggled of their own volition, trying to sheathe him where he belonged, but the slow burn between them was quite possibly the most erotic thing she'd ever experienced. And she wanted more.
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This particular position doesn't let him move very much, though, and so his movements are small and he never fully pulls out of her when he pulls away to push back in. He keeps kissing her the whole time, though - her mouth, her jaw, the soft skin just below her ear. He ghosts his teeth just along the edge of her earlobe before whispering to her a little.
"You're mine," he murmurs. "Just mine and no one else's. When you go to bed at night, all I want you to think and feel and hear is me, even when I'm not with you. I want you to long for me the way I'm gonna long for you."
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Then he was whispering in her ear, heated promises she knew she'd never forget, because, she'd realized not too long ago, he was right. She was his. Perhaps she'd missed it, or had been determined to ignore it, but seeing him on the other side of her door, dripping wet and looking miserable, had cemented something she'd never known was broken.
She mewled his name, breathing his breath as she turned her head for another long, slow kiss, and Natalia clutched him tight, slowly climbing the ascending stair towards bliss, but determined to bring him along with her. She gently drew her fingernails down the length of his back, curving around his waist only to smooth upwards along the warm ridges of flesh and muscle, keeping him close. She hiked her leg higher, feeling her eager body take him smoothly, but it was slow, stilted, and deliberate, and her head swam with the barrage of sincerity behind each and every movement.
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Maybe he's just a sap.
"Am I doing all right?" he breathes against her skin, wanting to make sure he was doing enough to get her as high as he was. It's a little harder to make that happen this way since he can't get his hand between them and he tries to shift his hips up in a bit that puts pressure on her where she needs it. He lasts a lot longer this way, at least, even if it's not going to take much more to have him coming. "You got what you need?"
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