scarred and shaken hands were gripping soft hips, merely holding onto the woman whose legs were wound tight around his waist — steady, and he could rely on natasha to carry herself against him. his hands were gentle, yet confident as he slipped his rough digits under her shirt and up her sides, a small smirk as the little reactions that he received. her words whispered against his lips were met with a soft rumble of a laugh, eyes locking to hers before he spoke with a teasing tone,   “   and i was so sure that you were.. eager enough, to simply be on display in my study.   ”

satisfied in his mischief the sorcerer carried her towards his chambers — kicking the door closed behind them after chasing her lips with his own, a low hum of approval when her eagerness was increased as the door slammed shut.