Tasha nodded in response, she had nothing more to say. James Bond didn't do it for her, nothing about those films ever did. After a fight, after a mission she didn't want to watch guys getting shot, contrary to what most believed Natasha would have preferred the calm of something light, a comedy, a romantic comedy, hell even something from Disney.
She nodded at his words, he was right, it was a form of fighting. Although she doubted she could get away with it when faced against guys with guns. Maybe one day she'd give it a go and see how far it would take her. "The tutu might get in the way though" She made the effort to smile although it was strained and cracking around the edges.
The deal with desire was once again a grey area. Natasha had always been desired and wanted, to be collected like a trophey. And the men who made that fatal mistake weren't here to tell the tale. There was a reason. Because it had been a job, making men believe she desired them in return was just a job and a lie. Becoming Natalie Rushman had made her realise the beauty in her own desire, how she could let a silver tongued millionaire question what she believed, what she'd been taught. To be desired and to desire in return.
"He'd probably find it strangely erotic" Fingers rubbed ather wrist, carefully moving to unstrap her Widows Bites from her wrists, leaning to carefully place them on a nearby table.
She thought for a moment, eyes closed, carefully considering all the questions she could ask, and ones she really wanted to know the answers to. "I've got two, but you have to promise you won't laugh at the first one and that you won't lie at the second." She half nodded, opening eyes and casting her green gaze on him.
"Firstly, when we get back will you rent every Disney movie you can find and can we watch them all in one massive spree?" She half smiled, the prospect of seeing what these films were all about had enticed her, having missed out on the collection as a child. "And secondly, why? Why didn't you end it? Why didn't you just take me out when you had the chance?"
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She nodded at his words, he was right, it was a form of fighting. Although she doubted she could get away with it when faced against guys with guns. Maybe one day she'd give it a go and see how far it would take her. "The tutu might get in the way though" She made the effort to smile although it was strained and cracking around the edges.
The deal with desire was once again a grey area. Natasha had always been desired and wanted, to be collected like a trophey. And the men who made that fatal mistake weren't here to tell the tale. There was a reason. Because it had been a job, making men believe she desired them in return was just a job and a lie. Becoming Natalie Rushman had made her realise the beauty in her own desire, how she could let a silver tongued millionaire question what she believed, what she'd been taught. To be desired and to desire in return.
"He'd probably find it strangely erotic" Fingers rubbed ather wrist, carefully moving to unstrap her Widows Bites from her wrists, leaning to carefully place them on a nearby table.
She thought for a moment, eyes closed, carefully considering all the questions she could ask, and ones she really wanted to know the answers to. "I've got two, but you have to promise you won't laugh at the first one and that you won't lie at the second." She half nodded, opening eyes and casting her green gaze on him.
"Firstly, when we get back will you rent every Disney movie you can find and can we watch them all in one massive spree?" She half smiled, the prospect of seeing what these films were all about had enticed her, having missed out on the collection as a child. "And secondly, why? Why didn't you end it? Why didn't you just take me out when you had the chance?"