[Somewhere in the back of her mind she should have expected this... Somewhere in her head she's kicking herself for being so foolish.
But she's sluggish somehow, slower than she wants to be. Now she finds herself pinned under the weight of the woman that should be one of her best friends and she doesn't want to move her.
She should, but...]
Maybe....
[Even her voice sounds too far away, Natasha arches under her pressing hips up, and tangling fingers in blonde hair. She kisses back, her free hand shoving under Sharon's shirt.]
You are...
[She breaks from the kiss, green eyes searching blue, flickering over her face, dropping to her lips, then back up to her eyes again.]
Sharon...?
[Natasha's hand twists in blonde hair, she twists her hips and wrenches them over so she's straddling the blonde, dropping back down for another kiss- a little more urgent and needy than she might like. Natasha is struggling here...
This isn't right... Yes, it is
She didn't expect-- hell she didn't know what to expect. Don't fight.
Her mouth hovers just outside of kissing- ready to move to Sharon's neck, her shoulder...where ever else there's some exposed flesh she can worship in some way or another. The red head groans... Pulling back, and blinking at the woma- thing under her...
She needs to stop... No. .
She needs to stop her... No! Please.
She promised she'd take care of her... Just a little more.]
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But she's sluggish somehow, slower than she wants to be. Now she finds herself pinned under the weight of the woman that should be one of her best friends and she doesn't want to move her.
She should, but...]
Maybe....
[Even her voice sounds too far away, Natasha arches under her pressing hips up, and tangling fingers in blonde hair. She kisses back, her free hand shoving under Sharon's shirt.]
You are...
[She breaks from the kiss, green eyes searching blue, flickering over her face, dropping to her lips, then back up to her eyes again.]
Sharon...?
[Natasha's hand twists in blonde hair, she twists her hips and wrenches them over so she's straddling the blonde, dropping back down for another kiss- a little more urgent and needy than she might like. Natasha is struggling here...
This isn't right... Yes, it is
She didn't expect-- hell she didn't know what to expect. Don't fight.
Her mouth hovers just outside of kissing- ready to move to Sharon's neck, her shoulder...where ever else there's some exposed flesh she can worship in some way or another. The red head groans... Pulling back, and blinking at the woma- thing under her...
She needs to stop... No. .
She needs to stop her... No! Please.
She promised she'd take care of her... Just a little more.]
You have to stop...[No...Don't stop.]