She doesn’t bother trying to cover herself, doesn’t make any attempt that would indicate she’s embarrassed. That doesn’t stop Natasha from shooting him a withering look, especially as he investigates the soap. She’s cleaned the worst from between her legs, so now it’s just the sweat, dust, and whatever else that might be left from the pollen. Oddly, the water doesn’t seem to be helping in that respect.
Running her hands over her arms, she eyes him, using the opportunity to really get a good look at him. He looks .. functionally the same as the last time she’d seen him. Perhaps a little less … insane. But that was probably just as well.
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She doesn’t bother trying to cover herself, doesn’t make any attempt that would indicate she’s embarrassed. That doesn’t stop Natasha from shooting him a withering look, especially as he investigates the soap. She’s cleaned the worst from between her legs, so now it’s just the sweat, dust, and whatever else that might be left from the pollen. Oddly, the water doesn’t seem to be helping in that respect.
Running her hands over her arms, she eyes him, using the opportunity to really get a good look at him. He looks .. functionally the same as the last time she’d seen him. Perhaps a little less … insane. But that was probably just as well.