before it truly registered in her mind what she was doing she was already in the room, already climbing onto the bed where James laid, asleep. She could not help herself, not when the sight of his half-naked frame caught her eye, not when she realised just how much she missed him, how much she truly missed his touch, his presence so close to her that no layer of clothing would separate them. She needed, craved for James, for her Yasha to wrap his arms around her, to keep her close.
And she knew HE needed it too.
The redhead pressed his hands to the mattress above his head, straddling James’ waist before the man woke up fully. Once he did though she smirked down at him playfully, emerald eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. A combination almost explosive as she looked at the handsome man, at the man who still held her hand in the palm of his hand and she was in no hurry to ever get it back. Her mind and soul belonged to him, had been so through the past couple of decades and it was not going to change. Not now. Not ever.
“No.” She replied with a grin, leaning down slightly so that he tip of her nose brushed against his before she sat up straighter again “—only those who deserve it.” She added, her voice playful, teasing, lkight - she had never been in such a good mood, not completely and truly. Natalia knew how to put on a mask, knew how to act perfectly, how to fake and lie even so a machine would not pick on her hesitation but this — this right there, this was her honest to god happiness.
Natalia was about to say something else but her words died on her tongue when James moved slightly and she could feel his hardness pressing against her core. She arched a brow in a playful manner before biting on her lower lip when she realised that it was her, it was her whom he reacted to in such a way and it honestly could not make her happier.
The woman did not resist, did not hesitate when James pulled her down with his flesh arm, bringing their lips together. As he did so, her right hand slid from holding onto the wrist of his bionic arm a little further where she interlaced her flesh fingers with his metal ones. She did not see his left arm as a killing machine, as the source of all evil - it was a part of him now. A part that she accepted and was highly fascinated by, she would never make him feel like less of a man, like she did not love him as much as she used to because of the metal arm. No, she had fallen in love with this man when he had the implant already, when his arm was a part of him — and none of her feelings had changed.
Natalia kissed him back, her right hand holding onto his metal palm, her free hand tangling in James’ hair and as they deepened the kiss she could not help herself as she slowly began to rock her hips against his, slowly, delicately began to tease the man, began to once again introduce him to the pleasures of another person’s touch.
Natalia’s lips against is own are so SOFT, such a blinding contrast to every touch he can remember, that he can’t force himself to stop chasing the feeling. If he could live in this moment forever then he would gladly take the opportunity. There’s something so freeing, so incredibly normal, about it all that for a moment he can pretend that nothing is wrong. He can pretend that he maybe has a regular nine-to-five job, that he lives in some cul-de-sac neighborhood, and that he’s woken up every day just like this. He and Talia would lead normal (nearly borderline boring) lives, but they would have each other. And that would be enough. Neither of them would know the pain they’ve become accustomed to.
A chill shoots down his spine when the redhead locks the fingers of his metal hand with her own. He wonders if she (or anyone else for that matter) would believe him if he said that he could FEEL it. When the implant was first given to him, they had connected pieces of it to his own tendons and it quickly became apparent that it wasn’t just a piece of metal secured to his shoulder. He experienced sensations and touches which meant that he also felt pain if someone tried to rip it from his body. From what he can remember, no one has ever approached it with gentleness ... no one except for HER. Everyone else has only seen it as a weapon of mass destruction.
It makes him feel like a monster
— but she isn’t SCARED of him.
As soon as her other hand is in his hair and her hips begin a slow rhythm against his own, he can’t hold back the muffled moan that transfers from his mouth to hers when he slides his tongue past her lips. Every inch of his skin is tingling and he’s on FIRE in the best way but ... he wants to make her feel good. She saved him, has put up with the constant drifting in and out of his head, and has tried her hardest to help him recover his memories. She’s done so much for him and he hasn’t done a damn thing for her. So, no matter how small the action may be, he wants to show her his appreciation. She DESERVES it. And so, so much more. He only hopes that one day he can show her the true extent.
In an instant, he has their positions flipped yet doesn’t break the kiss with the movement. His long locks fall in front of his face and he growls slightly at the intrusion. Maybe he should cut it. Realizing that his thought process is veering off track, he shakes them from his mind and focuses back on the here and now. He trails his kisses from her mouth, across her jaw, then down her neck. He holds himself up with both of his hands digging firmly into the mattress and only touches her with his lips. He doesn’t even allow himself any friction which really only aids in his own frustrations, but this isn’t about him so he ignores it.
He NIPS at the flesh between her collarbone and neck
— which sends a new rush of excitement through him.
He seems to be relaxing more and more as he continues to map out Natalia’s body with his mouth. And he’s only getting started. Breaking contact, he leans back on his heels and takes a moment to ADMIRE the beauty below him. It’s hard to comprehend that someone like her would want someone like him, but here she is. Wanting him anyway, wanting him despite all of his flaws. He bends over her once again and plants another kiss on her lips as his fingers find the hem of her shirt. There are so many things he wants to say, so many words on the tip of his tongue, but he doesn’t know how to voice them. Still, he tries. Because actions may speak louder than words, but he wants her to know in every shape and form.
“Thank you.” he starts, his lips brushing against hers as he pushes her shirt up her body. “For everything. Let me SHOW you how much I appreciate it.”
With one last kiss to her lips, he leans back and tugs the shirt off of her torso. He still tries to keep his metal arm away from her, not wanting to touch her with it even though she obviously has no problem with it. His lips reattach to the spot just below her collarbone and he starts a trail of kisses down the entirety of her torso. He pays attention to every single piece of skin in his path, though he makes sure not to spend too long in one area. He places a kiss to both of her hipbones, tongue snaking out to taste the salty flesh, as he hooks his fingers inside both the waistband of her pants and underwear. Then, he gingerly peels the articles of clothing off her body and tosses them somewhere to his right.
When he looks down at her again
— his breath catches in his THROAT.
He doesn’t know if he’ll ever get over how beautiful she is; a woman whose inner beauty matches the outer. He still has no idea why she chose him, but dammit if he’s not gonna appreciate her while she’s still here. He keeps his gaze locked onto hers even as he lowers himself back down onto the bed and maneuvers her legs farther apart. He lifts them so that they’re bent at the knees before his mouth finds the skin of her inner thigh and begins the trek upwards. He can feel the HEAT radiating from her core fanning across his face and it gets more prominent the closer he gets to the center. Breaking the contact with her thigh, James peers up at Natalia through his lashes to make sure that she’s still okay with this and gives her a few seconds to stop him. When she doesn’t, he dips his head once again and licks a SLOW stripe up her folds stopping only to push his tongue against her clit in drawn out succession.
