#wovenwinter

[wovenwidow]

you knew the entire time. 

@wovenwinter !

her jaw tightens as her teeth clench together. she stares unblinking up at him, her lips pressed into a line. “of course i knew.” her eyes study his face, taking note of the new lines and creases that have formed. smile lines. she thinks about how she had been the cause of his smiles, his laughter, his joy. now, she feels a gut punch of worry she may never see it again. she should have told him. she knows that -- how could she not know that. but, she couldn’t. he’d lost so much. he’d lost time, he’d lost family, he’d lost himself. how was she supposed to sit in front of him and tell him they were once in love.  that she still loved him.

her nose flares slightly as her mind races with her own memories. stolen touches, soft whispers, promises of a life they knew they’d never get [ . . . ] they have it now. her heart thunders in her ears as she realizes she just might lose it. “i couldn’t put more pressure on you.” her eyes search his for a long moment, straining to find any signs of how he feels towards her admission. they drop towards his lips, then to his jaw. she inhales a shake breath, before letting her eyes move back towards his. she focuses just above his eyes, as she steadies herself. “what do we do now ?”

[wovenwidow]

none of it was accidental. 

@wovenwinter !

the edges of his t-shirt tickle against her bare legs, his morning voice warming the depths of her belly. a brow arches, as she glances over her shoulder at him. a teasing smirk tugs against her lips, as her hip juts out to rest against his counter. “is that so ?” her eyes stay on his for a long moment, before she’s returning back to pouring coffee in their mugs. she places the coffee pot back into its place, before she’s handing a mug towards him. she ignores the way his fingertips linger against hers as he takes the cup from her hand. she lets her eyes shamelessly look over him. her eyes lingering on the already fading red marks against his neck, his collarbone, his torso. ( someday she’ll find a way to get them to stick around for a day or two. ) she lifts her own mug to her lips, blowing softly against the hot liquid. she glances under her lashes at him, teasing smirk still placed on her lips. “you saying you believe in fate, james ?”

[wovenmind]

you knew the entire time. 

“ usually. ” is the quiet answer she provides before looking up from her book. natasha is asleep on jean’s lap, bucky’s beside her. she isn’t sure why they both like her… love her… want her.

but she hears their thoughts. the life of a telepath, telekinetic. she runs a hand through nat’s hair as she ponders. “ but it was nice to have it confirmed aloud. when most of your life is fielding everyone else's thoughts — you lose track over what emotion is yours & which isn't. ”

she finally smiles at him, looking him. “ i didn’t know if you guys actually liked me or i just wanted you to. ”

[wovenwidow]

i guess sometimes we all get just what we wanted. 

@wovenwinter !

harsh pants leave her lips, her fingertips brushing against her collarbone. she feels weightless, satisfied [ . . . ] she feels happy. her eyes study the ceiling as she tries to catch her breath. she can feel his hands on her again, brushing against her thighs, her hips, her stomach. she turns her attention to him as he presses a kiss to the bullet wound on her hip. ( eventually she’ll tell him how she got it. ) her hand lifts from her chest, and brushes into his disheveled hair. “you should not be as good at that as you are, barnes.”

she feels him smile against her skin, causing her own smile to pull on her lips. she tugs his hair softly. “come here.” she watches as he lifts himself higher, until their noses brush together. she leans up, letting her lips slant softly against his. she groans softly as she feels his weight rest against her. their lips part, as her hands brush the hair off his forehead. she takes a deep breath, a content sigh slipping passed her lips. she adjusts her knees next to his hips, a small smirk tugging at her lips. “your turn.” she doesn’t give him time to protest, before she’s pushing him over onto his back. she smiles prettily down as him, before pressing a small kiss to his jawline.

[wovenwidow]

you handle it beautifully. 

@wovenwinter !

music, bordering on too loud, floats through the speakers. bright lights dance on people’s glasses, a parade of colorful gowns spin around the dance floor. and where is she ? leaning back against the bar, nursing a double. she watches the women spin across the floor, before they’re pulled flush against their willing partners. ( oh, how she would love to do that. ) she hides her sigh behind her glass as she lets the rest of the stinging alcohol pour down her throat. she sits the glass on the bar, shaking her head when the bartender asks if she’d like another. she looks back towards the floor, eyeing for an escape.

she takes one small step, before there’s a hand extended out in front of her. the bright lights reflect off the metal, shimmering against her eyes. slowly, her eyes scan up to his, her brows furrowed deeply. she feels her breath catch in her throat for a moment as her eyes trail over his features. ( he always manages to look so handsome. ) she swallows the nerves threatening to rise, as she rolls her eyes. “what, you asking me to dance, or something, barnes ?” a soft chuckle slips passed her lips. ‘yes.’ her lips drop from their teasing nature as she watches him, looking for any sign of a joke in his eyes. her palm slips delicately against his, a small shiver running up her arm at the temperature.

before she knows it, she’s found herself swaying slowly next to the others in the crowd. his arms wrapped so tightly around her, she’s not sure how she has room to breathe. “i hate these things," her hand moves from his forearm, gesturing vague around them, before it’s resting back in it’s place. “these political galas. i always feel out of place.” she’s not sure why she says the words, but they slip effortlessly from her lips. as if she can’t stop herself from telling him the truth. ‘you handle it beautifully.’ despite her best efforts, she feelings a warmth begin to pool on her cheeks. she hums softly, letting her head turn from him in a futile attempt to keep her forming blush from his eyes. ( it’s times like these, she almost wants to tell him about their past. )

[wovenwidow]

you know how much i hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back. 

@wovenwinter !

gently fingers weave through his hair. she pulls softly at tangles, careful not to tug, as she lets the soft strands fall between her fingers. her other hand runs soothingly up and down the top of his spine. she feels the cool metal of his palm pressed against her lower back, his other pressed tight against her ribcage. they’ve been pressed together like this for nearly two hours, memories of nightmares keeping sleep away for the both of them. part of natasha is still surprised at herself, the gentle touches coming from her to offer to him. more than that, she’s surprised she’s allowed herself to end up in this position with him. she can feel his forehead pressed against her neck, his breath tickling ever so softly against her collarbone. even now, she is still not used to this treatment. adoration seeps into her bones and warms against every inch of her body. 

she feels him shift against her, before soft words are piercing through the silence the two of them have formed. her fingers slip from his hair, as she lets her palm rest against the back of his head. she shifts her head forward, allowing herself to press a soft kiss to the crown of his head. “i know.” her words are mumbled against him, before she lets her head rest back against the pillows. her fingers return to their stroking, occasionally twisting a lock of brunet hair around the tips of her fingers. “you don’t have to bounce back around me, james. take as long as you need.”