Chapter Fourteen

(Natasha's POV)

Set claimed my lips, and I let him. I could not deny how much I loved his touch.

What exactly were we?

Friends?

He was the only one I could trust; we grew up together, and maybe I didn't want to make anything official, not only because I was scared of the 'others' finding out, but because I had promised myself to avoid any kind of relationship with him that jeopardized what we had.

I was going to miss him. Alot.

I spread my legs wider, letting him take over. By now we were both naked, my body grinding hungrily, eagerly even against his.

He slipped on a condom. At least one of us was careful.

"Are you ready?" he asked me, like he always did. Even if we had done this too many times to even count, still he always asked this question, just to be sure I wanted it- if he knew how much I wanted this.

I nodded, and in one hard thrust, he was in me. I was panting, and so was he. He thrust his hips upward, slow first and then increasingly fast. My fingers sank into his skin,