[Natasha makes a soft disappointed sound when she's pushed off, rolled again onto her back she's pliant and easily moves her arms over her head. The fist holding them down is more a symbol of the other woman's hold over her than an actual need to hold her there, because there isn't much fight in her right now, a fact made evident by how easily she was moved.
The redhead gasps a sudden burst of breath from her, arms tensing briefly, but not moving from where they were placed. The bite was a shock, and so perfect, there's going to be a perfect circle of Sharon's teeth on her pale flesh- the bruise will be deep enough to last, she's sure, despite her enhancements and faster healing.
She's actually caught in a sort of prideful reverie. The slide of Sharon's hand over her stomach stirs her from her haze. The brush of fingers against her slick folds has her complete attention. Her eyes snap to Sharon's, catching and holding their gaze just a brief flickering moment before the blonde plunges into her with the first finger.
Natasha's head and shoulders press into the bed- her back arching just slightly, breath caught she thinks...
She thinks she should say something..
She should...This isn't right... she needs to...
to...
...somethin--
The thoughts are lost to the brush of lips to her breast, the slide of tongue around her tightly drawn nipple and teeth... Teeth- and pain and her fingers...]
Oh.. maybe, since it's getting a little NSFW, right? Well.. there we go.
The redhead gasps a sudden burst of breath from her, arms tensing briefly, but not moving from where they were placed. The bite was a shock, and so perfect, there's going to be a perfect circle of Sharon's teeth on her pale flesh- the bruise will be deep enough to last, she's sure, despite her enhancements and faster healing.
She's actually caught in a sort of prideful reverie. The slide of Sharon's hand over her stomach stirs her from her haze. The brush of fingers against her slick folds has her complete attention. Her eyes snap to Sharon's, catching and holding their gaze just a brief flickering moment before the blonde plunges into her with the first finger.
Natasha's head and shoulders press into the bed- her back arching just slightly, breath caught she thinks...
She thinks she should say something..
She should...This isn't right... she needs to...
to...
...somethin--
The thoughts are lost to the brush of lips to her breast, the slide of tongue around her tightly drawn nipple and teeth... Teeth- and pain and her fingers...]