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• Nadia's POV •
The Kiss - ♫ Cold Blooded - Austin Farwell.
Dream Sequence - ♫ She Whispered Three Words - Peter Gundry.
The Butcher Shop - ♫ Little Girl Gone - Chinchilla.
I lay on that bed, inches away from a man so devastatingly large, a man who a mere month ago had been but a living legend in the assassin world I thought I knew so well. I prayed I'd never be this close to the infamous Winter Soldier, but as our noses touch I couldn't have wanted anything or anyone more, couldn't have been more wrong about him.
I bargain with myself that the almost kiss that happened a few hours ago had already been the point of no return, that now I might as well follow through with it. Let myself have this small slice of happiness. But my rational mind knows I should still try to be the voice of reason. He knows it just as much. It's forbidden, reckless, unfair, for any of the Avengers to have romantic relationships with each other, but the mind is a tricky thing..
I'd once stolen a book from Stefano's office about the human body, studied every page, every organ, bone, blood cell and nerve, every ailment and their ancient cures. The brain was one thing that I could never fully understand. In said brain, there are many different parts that made us tick. The biggest and most surrounding are the lobes - frontal, parietal, occipital and the smaller limbic underneath, then the cerebellum at the bottom back, and many more, much smaller spots in the middle. But nestled in the centre, between them all, is a part of the brain so small that I initially thought it must have been insignificant - the hypothalamus. This is the area most responsible for the human body creating hormones, the tiny part of the mind that is held accountable for us being able to feel love, fall in love.
In this moment I a more confused than I have ever been. How could something so small cause me to throw caution to the wind so remorselessly. I know that the right thing to do right now is stop, do my duty, not get attached, but this minuscule part of my mind that has serotonin bleeding so euphorically into every other part of my body. This part of me doesn't care about the consequences, because of how eagerly I burn for him. His touch, his breath, his..
He inhales deeply as his lips meet with mine, his hand in my hair, our faces moving with each other in the most perfect way. My body moulds to whatever shape he wants it, lips parting for his every desire to be met and satisfied. He leans in closer, making my head tilt back as his kisses became rougher, and so do mine.
I gasp for air, so lost in the moment every time our lips separate and then instantaneously meet again from a new angle, gasps that eventually turn into deep, heavy moans escaping up from within my chest, that only make his grip on me tighten still. Like he is afraid to ever let go.
