Page 29 of Natasha
Silas put his hands on his hips and smirked at her with a little shake of his head. "I'm not," he said, already walking toward her.
"You are," she insisted with a raised eyebrow.
"The only beautiful thing I see is you," he said, putting one knee on the bed and taking one of her feet in his hand. "Every part of you, from your toes to your nose." He tugged on one of her toes, causing her to giggle. Silas raised her foot up to rest against his chest, then he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her ankle. "You're exquisite." His fingers lightly tickled the bottom of her foot as he spoke, causing Natasha to squeal and jerk her foot, but he didn't let go.
Silas only chuckled, his laughter puffing warm air against her as he kissed his way up her shin.
"I don't think you know how breathtaking you are, Tash." Silas met her eyes then, lips pressed against her skin. His hands slid higher to her knee and then finally to the tops of her thighs. "These legs of yours have done amazing things."
Natasha blushed. "Yes."
"Taken you so many places. You've danced all over the world because of these legs." Silas shifted closer, inching his way up her body on his knees. He leaned forward, putting a hand on either side of her waist and placing a soft kiss on her stomach. "The hard work you've put into every part of you is inspiring, Tash. You're stronger than you know." He drew back slightly to look at her before he continued to kiss his way up her stomach, fingers moving to lazily trail after his lips. "But you don't have to be strong with me. You can let me take care of you. Fall and I'll catch you, baby girl."
Her breath caught in her chest then, and she had to look away quickly for fear that the sudden welling of tears would slip from her eyes. Silas had once again touched on a hidden part of her. She struggled to stay calm, but he was having none of it.
"Shh, shhh," he whispered, hands coming up to cradle her face in his hands. Silas was now pressed flush up against her with her legs on either side of his hips, his bare chest against hers. "You can cry."
"I'm not…" She sucked in a deep breath. "…I'm not trying to ruin this."
Silas jerked back like she'd slapped him. "Baby, you're not. What would make you think that could happen?" The previous lust filled look in his eyes was long gone. Now he was looking at her with nothing but concern.
"I just…crying ruins the mood, or it's nothing," Natasha spluttered out, turning her face to the side because, now, she was blushing furiously while simultaneously trying not to cry from Silas' tender words.
"It's all right; c'mere." He gathered her against him and rolled onto his side with her in his arms. "Such a sweet girl, aren't you?" he murmured, pressing his lips against her hair.
"I'm sorry," Natasha whispered, the hot feel of tears escaping her eyes had her putting her face against his chest. All she had wanted was for Silas to make love to her and, now, she was crying once they'd finally gotten their clothes off. What was wrong with her?
Silas rubbed her back soothingly. "Nothing to be sorry for, baby. It's okay to cry. Daddy's got you."
"This wasn't how I envisioned this going," Natasha confessed with a little hiccup.
"Ah, so you've thought about this."
"More times than I want to admit."
"Naughty girl." Silas pressed a quick kiss to her lips and leaned back against the bed with a mischievous smile on his face. "Did you touch yourself when you thought about it?"
Natasha caught her bottom lip between her teeth and shook her head. "No."
"Why not?"
"Wanted it to be you too much."
Silas cupped her cheek and rubbed a thumb against her skin. "I've got you now. And you aren't ruining anything if you cry," he said, his voice gentle. "It's okay to cry. You're allowed to have feelings."
Natasha bit back another sob that threatened to escape. "It was hard before. I couldn't be weak. Not when I was a professional dancer."
Silas made a sympathetic sound. "I can imagine."
"I couldn't trust anyone, a-and it was so hard. I had to keep pushing myself." Natasha looked down at her hands and frowned. "I had to keep going because I didn't want to let down my mother and grandmother. There was no time for me."
"They're hard on you," Silas said, voice sure. His words were a statement and not a question, Natasha noticed with a little nod.
"They mean the best," she replied, hedging around Silas' comment. He gave a nod but said nothing else.
"I'm going to spoil you," he said with the same certainty as he had used just a moment before. "I'm going to defend you and love you."
"Love me?" Natasha looked at him with hopeful eyes. She was still scared to death that Silas would disappear, that there was some invisible clock ticking down the seconds and minutes she had left with him, but he didn't seem the least bit concerned about such things.
