He gets another quiet laugh out of her, fluttery and light and somehow completely contradictory to her as a person and yet perfectly fitting to who she is with him. "Always the gentleman," she teases lightly, and there's another lurch of approval and pride when she feels his hands on her waist to drag her in slowly. He's cool, body hard like stone, and it's a nice contradiction to the heat she feels coursing through her simply from his touch. Natasha is no stranger to physical contact with men, she's used it as a weapon more times than she can count and yet it's different with Jasper. Knowing that she has to work for it - that they both do - makes it feel like a prize instead of a chore, and she can't remember the last time she enjoyed being in someone's arms.
She leans against him, working on controlling herself as well to make sure that she doesn't take things too fast too fast, and when she sees that soft frown on his face her fingers slowly trace back up until she brushes her thumb against the corner of his mouth. "None of that," she insists quietly with an encouraging smile. "We're doing well." 'We'. Not 'he', because he's not alone in this and she doesn't want him to ever feel as if he is. She wants to be his partner; not his obstacle.
"As opposed to what, disappearing?" With a small shrug Natasha makes her next move, her free hand slipping down to continue unbuttoning his shirt, and she gets it unfastened to the middle so that she can lay her hand flat on his chest and hold it there. He really is cold, but it's strangely enjoyable and after giving him a moment to adjust she leans forward to press a soft, affectionate kiss to his collarbone. "No," she continues finally, and Natasha's hand leaves his face only so that she can wrap an arm around his waist in return and lean in to rest her cheek against his bare chest. In that moment her eyes close, and she breathes him in... it's nice when it's the other way around. Being surrounded by him, his scent and his touch, makes her feel a strange sense of calm safety. She can't remember the last time that she felt safe, but Jasper is filled with a lot of 'firsts' for her, each one more pleasing than the last.
She watches her own finger trace slow patterns against his skin. "I'm not going anywhere. I don't want to be anywhere but right here."
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She leans against him, working on controlling herself as well to make sure that she doesn't take things too fast too fast, and when she sees that soft frown on his face her fingers slowly trace back up until she brushes her thumb against the corner of his mouth. "None of that," she insists quietly with an encouraging smile. "We're doing well." 'We'. Not 'he', because he's not alone in this and she doesn't want him to ever feel as if he is. She wants to be his partner; not his obstacle.
"As opposed to what, disappearing?" With a small shrug Natasha makes her next move, her free hand slipping down to continue unbuttoning his shirt, and she gets it unfastened to the middle so that she can lay her hand flat on his chest and hold it there. He really is cold, but it's strangely enjoyable and after giving him a moment to adjust she leans forward to press a soft, affectionate kiss to his collarbone. "No," she continues finally, and Natasha's hand leaves his face only so that she can wrap an arm around his waist in return and lean in to rest her cheek against his bare chest. In that moment her eyes close, and she breathes him in... it's nice when it's the other way around. Being surrounded by him, his scent and his touch, makes her feel a strange sense of calm safety. She can't remember the last time that she felt safe, but Jasper is filled with a lot of 'firsts' for her, each one more pleasing than the last.
She watches her own finger trace slow patterns against his skin. "I'm not going anywhere. I don't want to be anywhere but right here."