I Have Some Secrets No One Should Know.
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AU: Your Future Was Me [@ivananddmitri]

ivananddmitri:

inheritorofmemories:

Natasha can feel him watching her, his gaze searing every inch of exposed skin. The love and lust mingle together at the touch of his hands, and she’s always been relatively easy in his hands - well, comparatively so. She lets her head fall back, opening her eyes slowly to look up at him as he works the kinks from her shoulders. “I’ve trained you well,” she teases, scanning over every inch of the familiar, beloved face. Natasha was never supposed to fall in love, but Natalia has. Only Ivan could reduce her to this, and only in their most private of moments. She reaches back, touching her palm to his face. “куда вы идете, я иду,”she tells him softly, almost inaudible. She’s not one for making promises like that, but in the stillness of the moment, she can’t help but do so.

Ivan smiled silently at the teasing, brown eyes meeting green ones as he locked his gaze with hers. The feeling of her hand against his skin caused him to draw a slow, deep breath through his nose, his exhale occurring in tandem with the utterance of her next words. The barely aural oath fanned the flames of desire within him, and he moved his hands from her shoulders, deliberately inching downward across her body. Fingers trailed over her clavicle, past her breasts, gliding along her waist, finally coming to a halt on her thighs. Simultaneously, he leaned over and pressed his lips against hers once. The contact was brief, a small tease, and he lightly squeezed her thighs as he made it.

After pulling away, hands retracing their steps at the painstaking pace of a crawl, Ivan quickly stepped around to the front of the chair, facing Natalia and looking down at her. He gave himself a moment’s pause, taking in the sight of her lightly licking his lips before he lowered himself upon her, easing his body onto hers and pressing their lips together once again. After what had been far too long for him, he indulged his suppressed passion, turning the kiss into a reflection of his want for Natalia. He took to it with an ardor he seldom was allowed to express, allowing long inhibited emotions to pour from his lips to hers. Concurrently, his hands traced her voluptuous curves eagerly, his caress affectionate, but not overly gentle. He was fully aware that he was not in the company of a delicate flower.

Natasha forces her body still at the touch, despite the burn that the slightest graze of his fingers causes. A soft growl escapes her lips as he pulls away, signalling her displeasure at the teasing - it’s her domain, and as all experts in an area do, she hates to have her own moves turned on her. 

As Ivan watches her, intent and entirely focused, she feels her stomach knot. It’s more than lust (sometimes she wishes it was so simple, what she feels for him), but she chooses to see it as that nevertheless. In relative safety, with the knowledge that the man above her has seen every aspect of her and still wishes to be here. He finds solace in her presence as she does his, and it’s oh so easy to trail her hands up over his chest, glancing over his shoulders as she links her fingers around the back of his neck. They move as they do in the heat of battle, and as always, he seems to know exactly how much force she needs at any given moment. This is what they have never required words to express, what is perhaps too dangerous to be spoken aloud, and she finds herself pliant - although far from passive - in his clever, powerful hands.