au!winter soldier

[fallenson]

Of course I'm laughing.

Look at you. You don't even know what to do with me, now that you have me.

Oh, you know what I'm good for. But that's not what you're after. I can see it. There's no mission here, no information. You just cut my tether to see what I'd do with freedom.

The thing is, there's always someone willing to pay for what I do.

Mm. You're disappointed, now. Well that's boring.

Tell you what, if I'm going to be here for a while, you might as well let Natalia know she can stop hiding. I could use some decent company.

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[well_assembled]

I'll try to not let it go to my head.

[She smirked quickly but it faded as the joke was lost to his touch. Even that was strangely familiar. The sense he knew just how to so it, the sort of ease born only of intimacy. This was real, just not the reality she knew, or Red Room had more thoroughly scrambled her brain that she ever guessed.]

The moment I become a threat.

[fallenson]

A calculated risk.

[ He corrects her with something approaching a genuine smile, before leaning closer. The kiss is fleeting for all its warmth, very nearly chaste...but it has been some time for the two of them, and it's more for the meaning of the gesture than any sort of indulgence. It's still not really time for that.

Soon, perhaps, but not now. ]

[well_assembled]

[That contact sent a jolt shuddering through her. There may have been times in working with Steve Rogers, that Natasha indulged in fantasy. He was well built, athletic, had amazing stamina but he was too good for someone like her. Oh his hands had stained with blood, but always for a cause, a reason. He was a hero and she....well her reasons were rarely ever quite so lofty or noble.

She had imagined his lips would be soft, the press would be ginger and sweet. That he would taste the way a summer breeze washes over grain fields, or sunlight dances on water. She always thought he would be unable to involve himself physically with her without tainting himself somehow. Silly ideas born of the same of her past.

She had envisioned it, and this brief taste of his lips nearly sent her to her knees. Brief, yes. Undemanding, yes. But without potency? Not a chance in Hell.

She steadied herself when he pulled back, shock plainly written on her features. It took her a full twelve seconds before she was composed again, an eternity for someone of her skill. So much for fantasy, she had failed all these times to figure in one simple dynamic that changed everything... the idea he might desire her as much as she had him.]

We should go, I have transportation but I'd suggest you keep your head down all the same. No need to raise questions before necessary.