Passing Through

Part Twelve

"Come on, I'll have you home in twenty minutes."

He wasn't wrong, it was one fifteen when he stopped his car outside the cafe.

"It's OK," Natasha offered as he made to open his car door. "You don't need to get out."

Turning he frowned, "I will see you to your door, Natasha. That's the minimum."

Smiling at his chivalry, and loving every opportunity to be flippant, she climbed out of the car, "and what would be the maximum?"

From across the other side of the car, she spotted his eyes widen as he digested the innuendo, the double meaning. Instead of laughing or staring at her, he stalked around the vehicle heading straight to to her.

"I was joking." She suggested as he pinned her between him and the car, hands reaching past her to rest on the metal, encasing her in his arms, even though he didn't touch her.

Nodding, he stared down at her, "and that's what will get you in trouble."

He was hovering over her, and never had he felt so large, so dominant, so imposing. She bit her lip, it seemed to be her anxious 'go to' move, and was rewarded by those amber eyes dropping to study it, her breath strained, chest heaved as she watched his nostrils flare. His eyes following her tongue like a cat with a mouse.

When his eyes finally lifted back to hers, he was breathing hard too, his shoulders tensed and he moved his hands to hold onto each of her upper arms.

"Bo," she offered in a breath, and he groaned a response. Their foreheads were almost touching, and their eyes were locked. "We shouldn't..."

He inclined his head in the softest nod, "I know."

She could barely hear the words over the pounding in her heart, in her head, in her throat. She couldn't remember when she had last felt like this, like her heart would stop if he didn't kiss her. She didn't date, boyfriends had been sparse and short lived, she'd spent years avoiding anyone making her feel like this, and now that she was there, almost in his arms, almost kissing him, it was what she wanted more than anything else. Ever.

He sighed, his lips parting, tongue darting out to dampen his top lip, and she gasped. It was ridiculous, all she had to do was lean forward, reach out slightly, and her lips would be on his, and she knew it would be amazing, earth shattering...which was exactly why she was to scared to do it, to feel that. Again. To throw everything up in the air. Again.

"Shit," he breathed, his right hand coming up to cup her cheek, fingers wrapping around her jaw.

At that point his thumb ran along her cheek bone, and her whole body quivered, heat thrummed through very inch of her, her knees turned to jelly, her pelvis burned and she slumped back against the car.

"I..." Bo's thumb slid down to run along her bottom lip, and he moved forward to pin her physically to the vehicle, his pelvis pressing against hers, hard. Her eyes rolled as she felt the length of him against her, So obviously aroused, wanting her as much as she wanted him in that moment.

Closing his eyes, he dropped his head to her neck, and inhaled, murmuring appreciatively, as he did. The break in eye contact only served to let her head, her common sense come back into the equation, no matter how intoxicating he was at that moment.

She was about to pull away when he lifted his head, his stubble abrasive as his cheek rubbed against her jaw, her cheek, her lips.

"Fuck." It was a gasp, a plea, everything in one, and she wasn't sure who uttered it, until he growled, and she knew it was her.

"Natash..." her name dissolved into a hiss as he met her eyes again, brought her hands to her face. And with almost a moan, he dropped his lips to hers. A chaste touch, that was all he offered, but Natasha was drowning in his sensual presence, the scent of his aftershave, the smoothness of his skin under her hands. When did she move to touch him? The sighs and moans of their collective breaths, and the pounding of his heart against hers, it was too much, it was never enough. Every sense was overwhelmed and she wasn't sure that she wouldn't become a puddle, there on the street.

After that brief pluck with his lips, a test, a taste, Bo let out a long breath, as he tried to not lose his head, his breathing, tried to regain control of his heart. Her eyes were closed, lashes fanning her cheeks, the vision of perfection, of pleasure, of everything he'd ever wanted. All in that very moment.

He was fighting his darkest desires, the need to have it all, as he dropped his lips back to hers, gentle at first, but then passion, desperation took over, tasting her, sucking at her bottom lip, and then teasing at her mouth with his tongue. When her fingers drove into his hair, he lost the last semblance of control, his hands slipping to her hips as his thigh pressed between hers, and he accepted her inquisitive tongue back into his mouth.

He wanted to devour her, consume her, climb into her, and he'd never felt like that before, never felt that desperate, that ravenous. And she only reciprocated every inch of the way, grabbing, thrusting, teasing, tasting...it was anything but one sided.

"Get a room!"

A voice calling from across the street made them pull apart, Natasha's hands pushed him away. Bo stepped back, watching her.

"Sorry," she murmured, running her hand over her lips, wiping all traces of him from her.

He wouldn't tell her that it hurt, instead, he stepped back further. Staring at her as he clarified.

"Sorry?"

She nodded, "I know you aren't interested in this..."

He wanted to shout at her, of course he wanted it, wanted her. But as he watched her compose herself, he could see her defences rising, she didn't want the same as him.

He gave a shrug, "I don't kiss just anyone."

Taking her arm he led her across the pavement to her front door, "I promised I'd see you inside..."

"...at the very minimum." She finished for him as she unlocked the door.

When she turned to face him, he was already retreating to the car. Lifting a hand he gave a wave, then disappeared into the vehicle.