Bloodline

Chapter 2: Dancing in the dark

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AN:

This is not the totally adult version. You can find it in my archive of our own account. Check my profile description for the link. Or try this (if ffnet lets me) archiveofourown{dot}org{slash}users{slash}Aerith_Mon_Kishu{slash}works

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Natasha froze in shock as his lips touched hers. She had not expected him to… But why? At least it seemed that his order had not been to kill. Or had he somehow broken free? If there was any chance, she should use it, for James and Steve's sake. Her lips slowly responded as she opened for him, a soft moan escaping her mouth.

The soldier stopped and drew away a couple of inches, his eyes piercing hers, while his rapid breathing ghosted over her cheeks.

He looked like a predator, primal instincts taking over and drowning him in need. Natasha calculated her options. Something was definitely wrong here. Yet, if there was a slight chance of saving this lost man, she would risk it. Her features changed into the expression of a lost, young girl, curious and trusting, while Natasha licked lips, savoring the taste of him. He had to be handled with care, knowing that he had the upper hand, while she still maintained the image of an assassin, dark and desirable - and dangerous. This would work on him.

"More," he growled, before his hands captured hers, pinning her against the wall. He pressed his body against hers, kissing her again with a ferocity fueled by insanity. It would be a lie to say that this man didn't feel good. It was unholy and brutal, the way he devoured her. She noticed him pressing against her through his trousers and raised one leg to capture him.

Barnes grinned into the kiss as one hand wandered down her side to take hold of her hips, lifting her up with his metal arm easily and moaning as she rubbed against him. "I want you," her panted. "I need… more…"

She was able to get him. She had to. Natasha quickly opened her jeans with her free hand, only to feel his natural arm pushing beneath her underwear a second later. His fingers were skilled, surely something he had not forgotten over these long years, something that even Hydra could not make him forget. Only a minute later she had thrown her arms around his shoulders, pushing him as close as possible.

"It's still not enough," he growled as he sat her down.

The next thing she heard was clothes ripping apart as he tore her jeans and her underwear in pieces to allow access to the place he desired. Natasha only hesitated for a second. There was no reason to be worried. However strong he and his desire would be, she could stand it, and there would be no consequences.

She was responding. Good. His hands quickly opened his trousers to finally free his arousal. He wanted to get over with this fast. There was enough time for finesse when he had his first couple of rounds with her, to keep her hunger growing.

Natasha looked down between the two of them, grinning as she saw him well equipped and ready for her. When he had his body's salvation, she might be able to achieve true salvation with him. She needed him to trust her, so she grabbed him, stroking him hard with a mischievous grin on her face. "Is this enough?" she asked innocently.

"No." The Winter Soldier hoisted her up once more before entering her moist center with one forceful thrust.

Both of them moaned loudly at the feeling of being united, throwing back their heads as they enjoyed the moment. He filled her perfectly, stretching her. They remained like this for a few seconds, trying to adjust.

Then he started shoving her against the wall, driving deep into her core, leaving them groaning. His pace was slow, but forceful, which left her clinging to him, scratching his shoulders until she drew blood. And from his groans Natasha knew that this was something he was more than fond of.

His hands grabbed her more forcefully, bruising the exposed skin of her thighs. She was, after all, a strong and ruthless woman he should keep locked up.

Natasha had started digging her hands into his soft locks, pulling, and waiting for a response.

The man grinned, it was such fun reducing a woman to her inner animal as he continued his pace but not until he challenged her strength, tugging on his own hair to reach her face. Lowering in, his neck pulsing faster with every breathe of ecstasy he took, he softly touched her lips with his own, "Tell me what you want. Let me hear it."

"I want…" Her voice was cut off by a brutal thrust that left her whining. She tried to cling onto something while the pleasure washed over her. Damn, she did not expect it to be this… She groaned as he grabbed her breast, torturing her with his skilled fingers.

"Ah...I haven't had this since the war... haha…," He grabbed her jaw to force her to stare at him. "How does it feel... to fuck a fossil?" Eyes narrowed as his will did not stop at the mission laid before him. This was what he lived for, this was his mission. This woman would be his.

Natasha grinned at the remark. "Well, then we are two of one kind, aren't we? Two elders just having fun..." But she would show him that she was far from old. If only her position gave her more opportunities, but she wouldn't be the Black Widow, if she did find a way.

"I must admit...nngh," he moaned, "you are quite the woman to take me so easily," he thrust harder hitting for what seemed to be her sweet spot. "An average one would have just pleaded by now...," his sneer was stuck to his face, seeing his partner reach her limit.

"Too easy…" his mind twisted in thought.

The Black Widow was not about to give now. It was amazing, to have this brutal, primal sex in a dark alley. Just the way she liked it. Yet damn, for a mindless soldier we was much more passionate than she would have thought. But Natasha was enjoying it nonetheless. If only her mind would lead her to say the words she needed to express to turn him away from Hydra. Right now, the only thing she could think about was the feeling of him inside of her.

"Oh, just shut up and fuck me."

He flipped his hair back swiftly and picked up her body with ease, slamming her against the wall. "Fine. I''m gonna nail you so hard, you won't be able to walk for a week." James licked his way up her throat. "And then I'll fill you up until my cum is dripping out of you." He rapidly thrust within her. Sweat. Heat. Passion. All mixed in with each other's dire needs with no hint of regret.

The Winter Soldier arched back and held her thighs tightly to his hips as he seeped into her.

He opened his eyes slowly looking to the sky, he let out a whisper, "Hail...Hydra..."

The Black Widow shivered at his words while her orgasm took over. No, he was far from saved... but at least… Her vision went blank as she cried out his real name, the ecstasy so great her body went limb in his arms. The last thing she felt was him filling her up with his hot seed. The pulsing of him as he did so took her breath as it extended her own release, until she only saw black.

Natasha awoke in her bedroom. Her thighs burning of what happened to her. She knew it all too well. And the Black Widow was also sure that he would visit her again. In the end, she did not get here by her own feet.

He knew where she resided, and did not kill her yet. Maybe, if she was carefully playing his game, he would trust her enough…