[Natasha doesn't even look surprised. She hasn't dealt with demons, but if magic is real and aliens and all the other nonsense she's seen, why not those too.]
That would really put a damper on the mood.
[She doesn't ask if he thinks it's likely to happen here, without the tattoo.
Her attention moves to his scars, his collarbone, his throat, and she steps into him, kissing his chest above the tattoo. Then his shoulder. She closes her eyes and breathes in deeply.
No damper on the mood now.
She pops the button on his jeans, her thumb brushing over his zipper to feel him through his jeans—and oh, she can feel him. Hot and hardening, stirring under her touch.]
[It's not always the case. Not either way, she's sure.
But clearly that's not a problem here. The touch along her scar makes her shiver, putting the hair up on the back of her neck, making her whole body feel sensitive. Alive.]
Only ones I'm interested in.
[Currently, her interest seems to be getting him out of his pants, fingers deft on his belt buckle as she undoes it and pulls it loose.]
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That would really put a damper on the mood.
[She doesn't ask if he thinks it's likely to happen here, without the tattoo.
Her attention moves to his scars, his collarbone, his throat, and she steps into him, kissing his chest above the tattoo. Then his shoulder. She closes her eyes and breathes in deeply.
No damper on the mood now.
She pops the button on his jeans, her thumb brushing over his zipper to feel him through his jeans—and oh, she can feel him. Hot and hardening, stirring under her touch.]
Are demons how you got the scars?
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[ His fingers find her lower back, walking up her spine, light and gentle. ]
Some, yeah. Wendigos, strigas, shifters, vampires...all of the above.
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[Not that she'd trade it for vampires or demons. That sounds like swapping one headache for another.
And probably not an especially long life expectancy for either.
Still the idea gets a little bit of a smile out of her, especially as she explores the scars with her fingers, enjoying the sight of him.]
Luckily, chicks really do dig scars.
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[ Hard to worry too much when he knows he probably has Hell waiting on him back home, but that's not something he's going to think about right now.
His fingers trace down over old bullet wounds, tipping his head a little with a grin. ]
So do dudes.
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[It's not always the case. Not either way, she's sure.
But clearly that's not a problem here. The touch along her scar makes her shiver, putting the hair up on the back of her neck, making her whole body feel sensitive. Alive.]
Only ones I'm interested in.
[Currently, her interest seems to be getting him out of his pants, fingers deft on his belt buckle as she undoes it and pulls it loose.]