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Francis was usually pretty good about having spacial awareness, but he was zoned out right now, lost in his thoughts. He hadn’t even realized he spoke aloud until someone responded. He jumped, spinning to face the voice and the one who owned it.

“A-Aunt--” his voice died in his throat, not finishing his confused question. He couldn’t call her that. She didn’t know him. The thought made his chest ache, but he attempted to force it down. “U-uhm, you look like-- someone I know,” he stated, hoping she bought it and didn’t question the fact that he’d almost called her Aunt Tasha.

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@hereonbehalfofshield  “Elektra-” Natasha’s voice was breathy as the other woman trailed her lips down the sensitive skin of her neck and she tilted her head to expose more skin to her. A contented sigh fell from her lips as she allowed herself to revel in the sensation for a moment, her hands tracing up the other’s waist. One hand made it to dark hair and she tugged enough to remove the lips from her skin so that she could kiss her, mouth slanting to gain her more depth.

She bit sharply at her lower lip with the goal of drawing blood, tongue flicking over the outer curve of it, savoring the taste of her mouth, the heat of it. It threatened to burn her alive, to consume her until there was nothing left of them but ash, and she welcomed it.