THE BREATH IS MOMENTARILY PUSHED OUT OF HER LUNGS, the quick movement having caught her off guard. Itās quite a feat, catching the Widow off guard, and sheās impressed rather than threatened. Her gaze rises to meet his and she flashes a DARING grin. If thereās one thing Thor canāt turn down itās a challenge.
HER HEART IS HAMMERING IN HER CHEST, her breaths a little shorter and quicker, and sheās trying not to come across as too eager when all she wants is to feel him that much CLOSER. Her hands come to settle on his arms, fingers wrapping around them and holding on tight. There they rest for a moment until she decides sheād rather let them rest on his sides and her eyes wander away from his and toward his body. She canāt say sheās never had thoughts about this, how it might feel to let her fingertips glide across his biceps, or his chest, those abs. And now that heās so close fantasy is no longer enough.
ā ARE YOU GONNA KISS ME OR WHAT? ā Her gaze has returned to his, even more challenging a glare than before. Though she may have been raised to slip SILENTLY in and out of the shadows Natasha has never been one to shy away from what she wants.
@tordnsĀ Ā /Ā Ā ns.fw reaction promptsĀ Ā /Ā Ā accepting