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

ivananddmitri:

inheritorofmemories:

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.

Time became a blur, and all Ivan new was Natalia. Exploring each and every inch, every curve of your figure with the eagerness of the first time but the familiarity of countless times. It felt amazing to lose himself in all that was her. No contracts to complete, no agents to evade, no lies to tell. They were both entirely, unequivocally, and unapologetically themselves with each other in times like this. 

Hours later, Ivan laid beside Natalia in their bed—their activities having moved across the house—and was staring at the ceiling, an arm wrapped around her waist lightly. There was a content smile on his face as he simply relished in the waves of bliss the moment afforded. 

Having given up the afternoon to the release they’ve both been needing, Natasha finds herself curved against Ivan’s side, hand resting on his chest. Her body aches pleasantly, enough to curve her mouth into a satisfied smile with every movement she makes, and she can close her eyes knowing that for now, they’re as safe as they ever are.

Tracing her fingers over his chest - the movements are nonsensical, but the power beneath her hands never fails to thrill her - she speaks. She’s always been impatiently moving from one thing to the next, and not even the peace of the moment can suppress that. “What next?”