#hellhorns

[itsnotjewel]

starter for @hellhorns

“I mean don’t you kind of have a vested interest in ... you know ... Hogarth is going after vigilantes. I kind of figured, don’t you have a vested interest in ... making sure that doesn’t fucking happen? I mean you’re more married to this than the rest of us are.” 

[roamanova]

five times kissed .......... i gotta

I.      He tells her he can hear her heartbeat from across the room.     (    ——-    In fairness, she has heard   WORSE   lines.     )     

As he had when he told her he could feel the heat of colors, as every one of his movements seem, it captivates her. Less of a curiosity in his abilities, there is a reveal tucked away under each piece of information. 

The specifics hardly seem worth noting    ——-    whether it is that she has crowded him against his door or his hands had fallen to her hips somewhere along the way to tug her closer. It results in the same conclusion. His breath brushing against her lips as he dips closer, her exhale released like cigarette smoke. She’s feeling indulgent enough to allow that heady feeling to sink in at the quick way his lips turn upward, and impatient enough to call and armistice in the game they have been playing long enough for him to finally make a move. 

It’s almost too delightful to revel in the sound of the release of a soft groan as he shifts to cup her cheeks. With as much speed as ever, she dips back only slightly, her hand enclosing around one of his own. Natasha carves out a space for it instead, fingers tucked by her collarbone where he can feel the thump of her heart in her chest. 

His stubble presses firmly to the soft skin of her jaw as Natasha breathes him in again. His lips to hers, she wonders what took them so damn long. 

II.     “    We clean up nice.     ”

The silk of her dress doesn’t offer much cover but Natasha is reminded that she ISN’T WORKING tonight. Though, it isn’t enough to break the habit of taking off the bracelets which adorn her wrists. But after forgoing the act of smoothing down the short stretch of fabric she is sporting, she takes to adjusting his tie once more. 

He’s caught on that she likes when he wears a tie    ——-    it makes this part so much easier.

Exerting the bare minimum amount of effort, he is tugged closer to her. Whatever dinner they had to sit through with Foggy and Marci and this firm that wants to consolidate     (    which is to say they want to foot the bill & not get anything in return     )    can wait. And once she’s captured the heat of his mouth, she decides she wouldn’t mind needing a few touch-ups afterward either. 

III.     She keeps her hair down as she pinches skin back together, sewing it back to place. The metallic notes of blood flood her own senses, and he had absently & distantly stated the scent of her is a welcome distraction. 

It’s a wonder he has the mind to be charming when he has been beaten to a pulp.  &  a tell that it WORKS on her. 

Her fingers stay pressed against the taut skin of his stomach, a short kiss to his shoulder before her chin comes to rest against it. She holds his weight well     (    they already knew that     ),    even as he leans back against her. The tip of his nose traces a line against her jaw, her cheek until she turns her head.

There’s some blood in his mouth, too.     (    She doesn’t mind the taste.     )

IV.     A bit too old to remember     (    or care     )    what the argument was about, her gaze levels to him and the flowers presented. 

——-   He can be remarkably old fashioned. 

Guilt and stubbornness seem to be very complimentary cocktails. If she can alleviate him of one, it isn’t so bad. She offers her own apology, in her own way. Which is to say, she never gets around to actually  saying  it.     “     I know I made things difficult for you. But I did what I thought was right.     ”    She’s doing what she thinks is right. She is doing some good. 

And still she softens at the way he moves close to her, the dimple pressed to his skin like her lips will soon be carving a spot to his. 

Those flowers really are quite beautiful. 

V.     He asks when she learned how to modulate her heartbeat. 

She’s a stranger, now. A body count ensures as much. There are places she needs to be, things that need to be done. It has to be her, she would explain     (    if she were the type to explain anything at all     ).     This city isn’t hers & if they were being honest, neither was he. 

There’s something to mourn in the death of that potential. Never beholden to, but always respectful of, she realizes in the moment this could very well be the last. Natasha steps forward, and his hands remain at his sides until she’s all but pressed up against him    ——-    then they fall to her hips, surge to her face. Two kinds of plea     (    stay, stay, stay    //    come with me     )     lost between heavy breathes released. 

The kiss is deep, too much passion tucked in a short period of time. Between his mouth, her teeth, and the taste of something sweet     (    something that will be missed     )     she thinks she can hear his heartbeat, now. Always somewhat informed on the matter, his gate is that of a wounded animal. That’s when she knows to pull away. 

“    I’ve always known how.    ”    She shuts another door behind her.

@hellhorns    /    meme.

[catdares]

hellhorns replied to your post: felicia … like a typical cat … wants you to treat...

felicia: here’s my belly rub it felicia: SIKE IM GONNA BITE U NOW

YOU FOOLS. SHE WAS ONLY SHOWING HER BELLY AS A SIGN OF TRUST. 

[catdares]

@hellhorns​ continued from here

“yeah well, you want to hear what my abuela has to say about the devil?” she asked, looking up at him. felicia didn’t jerk her wrist free, the grip was loose in the kind of ways meant to reassure her he wasn’t threat. she stilled for a moment, even quieted down, as if she was waiting for him to tell her what was going on. her patience lasted just a little longer than a toddler’s. “what am i shushing for hornhead?”

[itsnotjewel]

hellhorns replied to your post: matt comes back to rejoin society and find jess...

have fun w answering the fbi’s questions u squatter

i will tell them to come back with a warrant u wanted to live in a church basement so quit complaining.