yeah I . . . don't even know sometimes, dude.buy_war_bondsAugust 21 2012, 06:33:12 UTC
[. . . <3?]"Natasha, I'm -- I'm real sorry about this," Steve says again, for what may be the seventh or even fifteenth time. And he says it to the top of her head, which is down in the area of his thighs. Where no woman's head had yet gone before. And sometimes, when she shifted position a bit from where she was knelt in front of him, hard at work between his legs? Sometimes her hair brushed his bare thighs, like cool falls of silk, and when they did it took every single last bit of willpower to keep from moving or saying something or -- or hell, whimpering
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you give me the best random scenarios. don't apologise <3redinmyledgerAugust 21 2012, 06:42:19 UTC
"Steve, if you apologise one more time I will not be responsible for what happens to you while I'm down here." Natasha's tone was soft, teasing. She wouldn't really hurt him but as nice as Steve was and as much as she respected Cap as her leader, the apologising was starting to move into overkill
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<333 Well, this will either cement or break their friendship, so yay!buy_war_bondsAugust 21 2012, 21:52:24 UTC
"That's -- that's mighty nice of you to say so," Steve says, closing his eyes for a moment as she works the lock. Every time a gloved hand brushed against his skin he thought he was going to die. Just simply die. And then come back to life only to hunt down the stupid planet these crazy freaks were from, and go put a few boots to a few asses
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bromances are clearly tested by nudity. only true love is tested by hurling.redinmyledgerAugust 21 2012, 21:59:42 UTC
Natasha paused as she held onto the bundle of chains, her eyebrow well and truly lifting up as she let her gaze drop to the rather unavoidable sight of Steve's erect penis. "Oh."
And then she was quiet as she licked her lips before making another circuit to get more chains off him. Not that getting Steve Rogers off was something she should particularly be considering, but she did feel bad for him and personally she was wondering if it was better he dealt with it around her than Tony. She could only imagine what Stark would do.
"Did they tell you how long it would last?" Because if they could just get him to climax and work it through his system then maybe that would be it, it would be over. If it was as strong as viagra though and there was a chance Steve was going to wind up with an erection for hours then there was nothing she could do.
She tried to watch her movements a little more this time, but brushing against him was inevitable. Especially the closer she got to getting all the chains off him. "Steve?"
Awesome. Cause it's about to get weird.buy_war_bondsAugust 22 2012, 03:37:40 UTC
Maybe if he doesn't look at her he'll be able to get the words out, clear and easy. And maybe, once he says them, it'll be enough to break this weird spell all by itself. He knows that's not true, but it's getting a little hard to think straight with the weird alien potion coursing through his veins, making every little touch send small trills of desire flashing through his body.
"They, uh --" For a moment he didn't tell her, almost chose to keep it to himself. But what would that accomplish? Letting her know what crazy old lizard-hair said didn't obligate her to anything. God, he hoped she wouldn't think that it obligated her to anything. He'd rather suffer this for the next three days, a seventy-two hour case of magical blue balls, than ever think that she felt obligated to help him out.
But those accidental little touches as she untangles the chains, the thought of how damn close her fingers, hell, her mouth is to the part of him in peril at the moment, makes it impossible to keep mum on the topic
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Natasha just stilled as she listened, more than a little aware right in that moment that yes indeed she was positioned rather neatly between his thighs and yes, Captain America had just moaned.
She tried to look at him, but the insistent issue of his apparently three days erection was right there and for a moment she thought she'd seen it twitch. "'Common-thread bound'," she repeated with an arch of her eyebrow. "A woman you're married to
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I shall. With Steve's porn-star au icons and everything.buy_war_bondsAugust 23 2012, 22:22:58 UTC
"I don't -- think it has to be that." Just a bit of space, and it's both good and bad; good because he can breathe again now that the threat of her hair brushing against his skin is removed, and bad because it had been something to focus on. Something to pin his attention to, and now it's gone. "Cause she was going to -- to 'test the fruitfulness of our union' before making it official." He scowls a bit, extra irritated by that. Though he'd be irritated about damn near anything right now, with the state he's in. "So I'm guessing it's just some kind of promise or common bond, that sort of thing." He laughs wildly again, the scowl falling away as he thinks about his situation and makes a command decision to do his best to laugh about it instead of cry. "Tony's -- pardon the langauge -- a fucking asshole. Didn't you hear him laughing as he left here after that crazy woman? Cause I sure did
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porn-star au icons ftw, just sayin'redinmyledgerAugust 24 2012, 06:23:57 UTC
Natasha's eyebrows had to go up as Steve called Tony 'a fucking asshole'. She might have expected it from Barton, but not Steve. It was refreshing really to know the Captain could hate Stark as much as the rest of them. It was also nice to know the man wasn't quite as squeaky clean. It took a little pressure of her
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oh my god, birthdays and weddings, weekend survived <333buy_war_bondsAugust 27 2012, 05:01:00 UTC
It does Steve's peace of mind -- what's left of it, at any rate -- a lot of good to hear that Natasha's on the case of making Tony pay for that irritating little spurt of laughter he'd indulged in before zooming off after Steve's would-be-bride. Steve doesn't like to get into serious profanity in front of ladies, even deadly ones like her, but sometimes you've got bend a few of your rules. And if this wasn't a situation for some serious cursing, he didn't know what would be
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woo for coming out alive <333redinmyledgerAugust 27 2012, 06:52:00 UTC
Natasha was not the one you wanted on such a case if you were the perpetrator. Steve wasn't though, he was safe and free to watch from the gallows once she did get her revenge on Stark. But it was slowly slipping far from her mind as Steve fixed that mixture of puppy lust on her and she felt those strong hands cup her backside. She really could do worse. She could be back in the hands of the Russians and acting like seducing fat generals was her favourite pastime
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The feeling of her bare skin under his hands is the best thing he's ever experienced in his life. As she peels the tight black leather off her body, lets her bra slide down her arms forgotten on the floor, his hands roam her back, exploring and mapping out the curves and and softness of her skin. Soft, dear god in heaven her skin was so soft, silky even, and he thought he could die a happy man when she pressed up against him, her breasts against his chest glorious. Fucking actually gloriousHe wasn't an expert kisser. Wasn't even an experienced amateur. But he was doing his very best to learn on the fly, right here with her half naked and rubbing back up against him like she was actually enjoying herself, which in and of itself went a long way in soothing his worry that this was taking advantage somehow. He followed her lead, hoping he was acquitting himself well, marveling at the feel of her tongue against his as he did his best to kiss her well; his body ached at the feel of her soft, full lips on his own. And oh hell, when
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He really was holding up his own considering he'd never had sex. He wasn't the eager schoolboy or the completely blushing virgin. She didn't mind a little blushing, it was endearing and sweet. Nice to know she did still have that effect on a man. Not many tended to blush these days.
Her fingers curled around the back of his neck and she pressed her lips into his temple as the hand around his cock tightened its grip and pumped faster. Her laughter was soft and quiet as it escaped her mouth. She wasn't laughing at him. She was laughing with the delight that came with the idea of breaking him in. "That's a very dangerous prospect, Steve. I might ruin you for other women if I train you the way I'd want to train you
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How did anyone ever get anything done -- productive things, like filing and grocery shopping and going to the bank, taxes and prospecting for gold and advanced math -- when there was this that they could be doing instead? Faster now, her hand moving on him with more urgency, and he gives a low and throaty chuckle as his fingers move over her nipples, back and forth and back again, lost in the way they'd tightened under his touch, his own rhythm quickening to keep tempo with her wickedly skilled fingers moving on his length. "Not so much caring about that possibility, Tasha," he breathes, his left hand slowly sliding down over her smooth skin, marred here and there by thin lines of scars from past fights and battles, down to slip low over her hip, coasting eagerly over bare skin. They're beautiful under his touch, tiny little imperfections that add warmth to her perfect beauty
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This was the reward. This was why people worked hard. Why they earned their right to spend time with the people they could play hard with. And Natasha was starting to become very, very attached to the idea of Captain America as a bed partner she could mould. His hands leave a burning trail in their wake, the warmth from his body easily transferring to hers. Her lips stayed parted as he teased her nipples, touched her hip and came dangerously close to touching her ass. She smiled a little at hearing him call her by the shortened form of her name. The affection clear even under the lust. "That makes two of us, Steve."
And then she really was gone. Her mind already filled with the images of what she'd teach him. Of how she'd break him in as hers. No other woman would touch him unless she wanted it. A fleeting thought along those lines entered her mind and she filed it away for later. First she wanted plenty of alone time with Steve
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Steve's almost forgotten where he is, forgotten the fact that they were here because he'd been kidnapped by a child-hungry alien queen. And at this moment, if asked? He might even thank that creepy lady, because it's gotten him here -- pressed up against Tasha, naked and hard and eager to please in a way he'd never expected to find himself. He wants Tasha to tell him what to do, wants her to show him how to touch her, to encourage her with those moans and with those sweet words, those soft little kisses against his temple that tell him he's doing good. That he's making her feel good. And he wants that more than anything
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And then she was quiet as she licked her lips before making another circuit to get more chains off him. Not that getting Steve Rogers off was something she should particularly be considering, but she did feel bad for him and personally she was wondering if it was better he dealt with it around her than Tony. She could only imagine what Stark would do.
"Did they tell you how long it would last?" Because if they could just get him to climax and work it through his system then maybe that would be it, it would be over. If it was as strong as viagra though and there was a chance Steve was going to wind up with an erection for hours then there was nothing she could do.
She tried to watch her movements a little more this time, but brushing against him was inevitable. Especially the closer she got to getting all the chains off him. "Steve?"
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"They, uh --" For a moment he didn't tell her, almost chose to keep it to himself. But what would that accomplish? Letting her know what crazy old lizard-hair said didn't obligate her to anything. God, he hoped she wouldn't think that it obligated her to anything. He'd rather suffer this for the next three days, a seventy-two hour case of magical blue balls, than ever think that she felt obligated to help him out.
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She tried to look at him, but the insistent issue of his apparently three days erection was right there and for a moment she thought she'd seen it twitch. "'Common-thread bound'," she repeated with an arch of her eyebrow. "A woman you're married to ( ... )
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Her fingers curled around the back of his neck and she pressed her lips into his temple as the hand around his cock tightened its grip and pumped faster. Her laughter was soft and quiet as it escaped her mouth. She wasn't laughing at him. She was laughing with the delight that came with the idea of breaking him in. "That's a very dangerous prospect, Steve. I might ruin you for other women if I train you the way I'd want to train you ( ... )
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And then she really was gone. Her mind already filled with the images of what she'd teach him. Of how she'd break him in as hers. No other woman would touch him unless she wanted it. A fleeting thought along those lines entered her mind and she filed it away for later. First she wanted plenty of alone time with Steve ( ... )
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