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09 Apr 2017
Typical Steve, Natasha thought, torn between resentment and hilarity, not to want what was under his nose until someone made him think he wasn't allowed to have it. Twice over, no less!
And now this. Typical Steve, she thought, torn between resentment and hilarity, not to want what was under his nose until someone made him think he wasn't allowed to have it. Twice over, no less!
"I can imagine," James said, and heaved a sigh that gusted against her bare shoulder. Her back was pressed to his chest, her head pillowed on his bicep; every now and then his left hand would caress her. His leg was thrown over hers, trapping her in the bed. She had never felt so safe. Or so wanted. Yet - for the first time she let herself imagine it: Steve's smile and his dry humour, his big hands on her body - on James', oh god. What would they look like, together? What would it be like to have them both? From where she was standing it looked a lot like simple math: the more you loved like this, the more you were loved like this, the happier you were...
And then, surely, some bored god or other would find her out and strike her down for it; hubris, and utterly amoral besides, to seize so much for yourself. Natasha swallowed. "If we -"
"It's Steve," said James. "Clueless is his middle name. And reacting badly to unexpected feelings his other middle name."