[She can feel her, something deep inside her like fingers on her soul, wringing from it everything she's ever hidden from everyone. She needs to get her out- but god help her she doesn't want to.
Natasha huffs, a hand bracing her up over Sharon a first she pushes back trying to pull away. After a moment, she relaxes... sighing against Sharon's lips and her free hand sliding under the blonde's shirt to drag nails back down her ribs.]
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Natasha huffs, a hand bracing her up over Sharon a first she pushes back trying to pull away. After a moment, she relaxes... sighing against Sharon's lips and her free hand sliding under the blonde's shirt to drag nails back down her ribs.]
Can't.