The way that Natasha's stomach seems to flutter at something so simple as a kiss would be amusing if she wasn't feeling so light headed from it. She's done this countless times in more scenarios than she could possibly remember, and yet Alice, with her cool skin and amber eyes and dusty pink lips, is the first person that Natasha's ever found herself kissing because she's wanted to. There's no end goal here, no ultimate act of betrayal to pull or any covert operation going on. She's kissing Alice simply because she wants to, and it feels rebellious in a way Natasha wouldn't have expected.
She's quickly become addicting. Natasha finds herself wrapping her arms around Alice's waist and dragging her close, the kiss deepening once Alice willingly returns it, and Natasha can't help but let one hand trail up to thread through the short hair on the back of Alice's head. She's cold but she's sweet, rough in a way where she doesn't seem breakable and it's probably wrong, the way that Natasha is attracted to that. She's attracted to knowing that she can't hurt her, and even more so attracted to knowing that she, for some reason, trusts Alice to return that.
When Natasha pulls away she's slightly flushed, eyes still closed, and when they open to see Alice's face she can't stop herself from smiling with a nervous but light laugh. She pulls away just enough to take Alice's hands and Natasha doesn't know what the hell she's doing, but she knows that it feels like the right thing to do. She sits on the edge of the bed, pulling Alice forward to straddle her lap, and once she has her close again Natasha threads her fingers back into the woman's hair to pull her down into a deeper kiss, filled with affection. Her other hand finds the small of Alice's back to keep her steady although she's sure that she doesn't need it, and Natasha's fingers move slowly against the fabric of Alice's shirt, feeling the texture of her spine beneath it.
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She's quickly become addicting. Natasha finds herself wrapping her arms around Alice's waist and dragging her close, the kiss deepening once Alice willingly returns it, and Natasha can't help but let one hand trail up to thread through the short hair on the back of Alice's head. She's cold but she's sweet, rough in a way where she doesn't seem breakable and it's probably wrong, the way that Natasha is attracted to that. She's attracted to knowing that she can't hurt her, and even more so attracted to knowing that she, for some reason, trusts Alice to return that.
When Natasha pulls away she's slightly flushed, eyes still closed, and when they open to see Alice's face she can't stop herself from smiling with a nervous but light laugh. She pulls away just enough to take Alice's hands and Natasha doesn't know what the hell she's doing, but she knows that it feels like the right thing to do. She sits on the edge of the bed, pulling Alice forward to straddle her lap, and once she has her close again Natasha threads her fingers back into the woman's hair to pull her down into a deeper kiss, filled with affection. Her other hand finds the small of Alice's back to keep her steady although she's sure that she doesn't need it, and Natasha's fingers move slowly against the fabric of Alice's shirt, feeling the texture of her spine beneath it.