[ He never asks and neither does Natasha, but she knows; can guess, sometimes. These things aren't easy, a neat balance of work versus will and she knows that however far she's willing to push, Phil will follow. An extension of their partnership from one to the other and it's that ingrained ease that makes her laugh quietly, half-squirming in his lap. (There's a part of her that's determined to overcome this, this barrier of something. Natasha has never dealt well with her own frustrations.) ]
Breakfast was a success, [ she agrees, popping open another button. She dips her head to mouth at that spot of open chest, smiling into his skin. ] We should aim two for two.
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Breakfast was a success, [ she agrees, popping open another button. She dips her head to mouth at that spot of open chest, smiling into his skin. ] We should aim two for two.