( he's staring. if not staring, than just watching her — her face, even. something about that feels revealing, too intimate, despite the fact that they're both standing naked under the rainfall shower. still, she doesn't pull away. doesn't avert her eyes, or make him avert his. maybe it's the least she owes him for teasing him, or for breaking into not one, but two of his properties today. maybe she's in a mood where it's nice to be seen and not just as as the façade she wants to project. )
Right. Forgot about that part. Convenient trick. ( she snorts again, not pushing for more of an explanation. it doesn't make sense, not really — but maybe that's in the same way that steve is near impossible to get down, or bruce can swallow a bullet and sit back up. she's never had that luxury, for all that she heals faster, gets up quicker.
his hand is warm, calloused — it takes effort not to think too hard about leaning her head into it, pressing into his touch. not to calculate what that means, what he's thinking about it, and just feel it. )
You can afford it. ( half-smile in place, she hesitates — just for a moment. long enough to search his eyes, try and find something that's an indicator that it's not unwelcome to be close to him. she's got evidence enough: he got in the shower, he let her wash his hair, he was touching her.. and still.
pressing up on her toes, she moves slowly, using her hands at the nape of his neck to guide her. gently, natasha brushes her lips across his, a featherlight movement. )
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Right. Forgot about that part. Convenient trick. ( she snorts again, not pushing for more of an explanation. it doesn't make sense, not really — but maybe that's in the same way that steve is near impossible to get down, or bruce can swallow a bullet and sit back up. she's never had that luxury, for all that she heals faster, gets up quicker.
his hand is warm, calloused — it takes effort not to think too hard about leaning her head into it, pressing into his touch. not to calculate what that means, what he's thinking about it, and just feel it. )
You can afford it. ( half-smile in place, she hesitates — just for a moment. long enough to search his eyes, try and find something that's an indicator that it's not unwelcome to be close to him. she's got evidence enough: he got in the shower, he let her wash his hair, he was touching her.. and still.
pressing up on her toes, she moves slowly, using her hands at the nape of his neck to guide her. gently, natasha brushes her lips across his, a featherlight movement. )