Multi-shipper in various tv shows, movies. Big fan of flying and sensational attractions. Love fashion 🛍️🤑 Wished to be a jet pilot, car pilot or a ballerina. Now working in healthcare 😉🙄 . Would like to learn Violin. Living near Geneva but in my mind, I’m living with my shipper heart. ✌️😈🫶🏻👠🐱⛈️❄️
absentmindedly playing with the other's fingers for Hannix ! ! !
And what if it was during their FWB Era? What then?
There was a tension that hung heavy in the air, the thickness of it clinging to them like the scent of jet fuel after a long afternoon of test flights.
It was always like this, afterward.
They’d get so caught up in the desperation and the hunger, in the tangled limbs and the twisted bedsheets, in the pleasure that seemed to know no bounds, that it never seemed to hit them until after—the magnitude of what they were doing, the silent, unanswered questions of what exactly this was, this thing that kept lingering in what was left of the space between them.
Bare skin damp with sweat and chests heaving with exertion, they collapsed side by side, Natasha’s long dark hair fanning out against the plush white pillows that Jake so proudly kept in pristine condition. They were too exhausted to move, too exhausted to speak, too exhausted to do much of anything beyond lay staring at the ceiling, naked legs entwined in the wrinkled sheets.
She turned her head slightly, just enough so that she could take him in out of the corner of her eye. His eyes were closed, and so she found herself gazing, transfixed, at the tiny bead of sweat trickling down the side of his neck.
She shouldn’t want him as badly as she did. She was wading into dangerous waters. Yet even so, even as she knew that she was headed for certain disaster, she couldn’t imagine turning back to the safety of shore.
“You’re quiet tonight, Minx,” Jake drawled, cracking one green eye open as he gazed down at her. “Did I finally render you speechless?”
Natasha rolled her eyes, barely resisting the urge to punch him in the side. “Hardly, Bagman,” she retorted, though for once she found herself unable to come up with any kind of clever barb to toss his way.
He seemed to realize that, which only made his cocky smirk grow wider as he sat up slightly. “It’s okay, Phoenix. No shame in needing a little extra recovery time.”
This time, she did go to punch him, but he caught her fist in his hand before she could make proper impact. He tutted softly, grinning at the irritated look on her face.
“Be nice,” he told her in a low voice, his tone suddenly husky and laced with something that made her blood grow hot.
Huffing quietly, she lay still beside him, but slowly averted her gaze. It took a couple moments for her to realize that he still hadn’t let go of her hand.
She was about to pull it out of his grasp when she noticed, with a surprised start, that he was gently playing with her fingers, his calloused fingertips ghosting against hers before trailing downwards, tracing each of her knuckles and then drawing absentminded shapes on her palm.
Natasha knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that she shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as she was, but she couldn’t help it. From the way Jake was gazing up at the ceiling, it appeared as though he wasn’t even truly conscious of what he was doing. But she didn’t want him to stop.
He seemed to be able to read her thoughts, because suddenly he was staring down at her, that intense green gaze fixed on her face as his fingers stilled against hers. Still holding her hand in his grasp, he maintained eye contact with her as he lifted her fingers to his lips, pressing slow kisses to them.
She felt her chest tighten and her stomach clench at his movements, her fingertips tingling from where his lips had brushed against them.
This was too much. Too much. She had to get away, she thought, as she pulled her hand back, feeling like it somehow no longer belonged to her.
Do you write ships? If yes can you do 9 for Tgm Hangman x Phoenix?
Honey, I cannot even begin to describe the scream that came out of my mouth when I saw this!!!!! Especially the fact that this is Hannix too?? I have no choice but to accept!!! (lol).
"Minx, please?" Jake begged, batting his eyelashes at Phoenix.
"No," Phoenix told him, not taking her eyes away from the little socks she had spent all day crocheting.
Jake looked at her again, feigning a pouty face.
"Jake, you know that's not gonna work," she told him. "So why are you doing it?"
His pout soon turned into a scowl. "Can I at least.....?"
Natasha groaned and set aside her work on the table. "Fine," she said. "I need to lie down anyways."
Natasha rolled up her shirt, fully exposing her bump that was starting to make her wonder when the precious little one would be arriving. If she went another week, the doctor told her outright that she would either have to be induced or taken in for a c-section.
Jake gently pressed his lips against the side of her belly, right where he knew the baby's feet were, blowing a rather unseemly raspberry which frightened the little one.
"JEEBUS FUCK!" Natasha exclaimed, which threw Jake into a laughing fit. "Are you trying to kill me? He was almost asleep!"
"My darling Minx, please," Jake answered. "If this is the way to give him his eviction notice, then you might as well try it."
The more Natasha thought about it, the more she knew Jake might be right. "I can't believe I'm letting you do this," she laughed.
Jake pressed his lips to the skin of her bump once again, this time where he knew his son's head would be, blowing a raspberry that really made him kick. "OW! FUCK!" Natasha laughed. "THAT WAS MY BLADDER YOU JACKASS AND HE'S SITTING ON IT!!"
Jake couldn't stop laughing. He just kept teasing Natasha and the baby, warmed by her laughs and the feeling of his son kicking in her belly. "You better get here soon little man," Jake teased, whispering to his son. "Otherwise I'm gonna have to keep doing this to get you outta there."
Natasha laughed and rolled her eyes. Even still, that was a challenge she was willing to accept.
How’s our ship? Out of danger. You saved the crew. You used what he wanted against him. That’s a nice move. It is what you would have done. And this, this is what you would have done. It was only logical.
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