Sample scene flavor one for marvel_universe

[cold_shoulder]

Since they had given him the assignment to train operatives, the Winter Soldier had seen quite a few go through the Red Room - the training for which happened far from only in any particular room. Most of them were fast and precise and eager to do things right. Some of them were smart and could be taught to be quick-thinking.

But nobody had been using their mind to the objective at hand until she had appeared, gun in one hand and grenade in the other. Brave, determined, beautiful. Not allowing herself to be distracted from the tasks she had, and at the same time with a hint of a sense of humor which meshed inexplicably well with him, somewhere below the level of his usual thought processes.

He's been watching, yes.

Natalia Romanova.

He'd been watching others try to emulate her, too, and had been greatly amused at girls imitating her motions without fully realizing the ideas behind them. And then feel disappointed at failing.

But mostly, he'd been watching her. He wasn't allowed access to much information about her; that was classified and not a part of his assignment. So he'd been piecing things together. Little things betrayed by her motions, but her reactions to knowledge betrayed by others.

And he'd been watching the beauty of her. The dancer training was clear in everything from her flexibility to the graceful efficiency of her motions. It stirred something in him. Something warm and unknown and strange, separate from the definite physical desire. The latter he could define and control. The former... it confused him. And drew him closer to her, until the evening when, all exercises complete, he knocked on her window.

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[cold_shoulder]

Oh. Ohhh.

He gave a low moan at the friction, the pressure, the warmth of her rubbing against him, a moan that was swallowed by the kiss, then he. Oh...

This felt so good it couldn't be right, and, yet, he knew it was. It only took him a moment of hesitation before he tilted his head back, exposing his throat in a gesture that he was keenly aware was an ultimate vulnerability... and turned him on even more.

Because this was her. Because his lips were already whispering her name almost noiselessly, before she whispered back. Those words. Those words that he both didn't understand and understood perfectly. Those words that nobody who did what he did should ever deserve, and yet - given freely. To him. By her. Eyes squeezed shut, he answered. All the demons help him, he answered in kind.

He shuddered, and held her closer. The flesh-and-blood fingers stroked the delicate nape of her neck (so little more than a child's, and yet - so much more). His other hand, oh so lightly, as much so as he could get feedback from the metal, moved down along her back - and then slid down between her legs, over the fabric of her underwear, sliding back and forth. She could get some of the pleasure of rubbing, too.

A deep breath. "Natalia... It - we are not prepared now to - come fully together, tonight. The next mission, I will get protection. But it is a bad idea without it. Do you... understand?" Words were difficult. But he was certain about this. The last thing they wanted, especially right now? Was her to get pregnant. (No child should be brought into this, and she was barely more than one, herself...)

[natalia_romanova]

She whimpered with his touch, the fingers at her neck so strong and rough and encouraging of her own exploration of him; and the other hand, cold metal warmed by contact with her now giving her reason to writhe all the more. He touched her and suddenly the pleasure thundered through her, cotton between her sensitivity and his fingers. More, she wanted more, she wanted all of him.

Her hips rocked now but with more purpose; her hands slid down his body to offer the same touch he did for her. It was new and it was fumbling but there was no hiding the quick pace of her breath or the heavy glaze of excitement in her eyes. She almost didn’t hear his words of caution, but eventually they made it through the swirling haze of her arousal. He wanted her, she could tell that much, but he was right. Evidence of their affair would be cause for punishment, if she were to actually fall pregnant it could mean death, perhaps for them both.

She groaned in frustration, wanting and being unable to have, it was such a tease. But... there were other ways were there not? “We cannot fully be together, you are right. But please, let me see you? Touch you. James, please.” The tone was almost a plea, so very nearly begging him. Natalia desperately wanted to share something, if not the act itself. She could be satisfied with that she thought.

She fell forward again, her lips and teeth at his throat as her hands worked to free him of his shirt. Buttons shed with careful efficiency, not one ripped or torn as he would need to be presentable at a moment’s notice. She bared his chest and ran hands along it, slender fingers tracing the lines of muscle and bone, carefully playing over scars and bruises with loving softness. And then her hands moved lower.

She moaned into his throat, lips vibrating against the skin as her hands moved down to feel him. The solid heat of his reaction to her; god it was exciting. Her hands fumbled on the belt, the button, the zip, all too loud and too slow for her taste. She had to feel him without the barriers, to know his passion for her was something she could stoke and more importantly something she could bring to climax.

Warm dainty hands dipped under his garments and found him. Thick and hard and smooth like the silk shawl she’d been given for being a good recruit. She stopped kissing his neck and now just panted against it; marveling at the maleness of him. “My god James, you’re perfect.”