I'll start thinking about you more often. I imagine. I had no need when I was in my teens and by myself.
[she smirks slightly, and licks over her lips unable to imagine not thinking about him on a regular basis now that she's met him, and that he's been a presence in her life.
There's a shake to her head and a little flinch of her shoulder as her mind flashes back to a memory somewhere and then back again.]
Our weather is only part of what makes us strong, but I'm not sure what can make us so bitter at times. What turns a heart into something so cold and mechanical. Maybe it's because someone long ago started training young minds to enjoy such things, and we only got more creative from there. The human mind has a capacity for wonderful things, and terrible dark things as well. Creativity in both areas flourish everywhere.
ooc: sorry for lack of tags, I was exhausted from doing a photoshoot on the weekend XP
[Nate's eyes flicker down to her mouth when she licks over them, knowing she'll catch it but still unable to help himself from looking. She has beautiful lips and he's already thinking about kissing them again.]
I'm flattered to be in your thoughts.
[He catches the flinch and the way it snuffs out any of the playful sexual tension that was building between them again.]
I doubt very much that your heart has turned cold and mechanical, you seem to have far too much thirst and passion for life and knowledge.
You're fine. I get being exhausted. Sleep and life are always first. <3 We're not going anywhere.
[In all truth, Nat hasn't stopped thinking about kissing Nate. She's done her best to suppress the feeling while they're in the museum for now, but she keeps seeing little tiny alcoves that would be wonderful for a little bit of kissing and letting out the tension that's been slowly building between them.
His glance doesn't go without notice, and even as she speaks of other things, she can feel the heat from his gaze linger. Her light dims, but it doesn't disappear. If she lost all her desire every time she spoke of things in her past, she'd never move beyond anything.]
There are times...
[Turning into him, she runs her hand along his arm and down to his hand.]
Times when there's no choice but to be cold and calculating. If you let the job in too deep, then it takes over. When I've used my body for a tell, or to get information I can't let anything in. It's mechanical. I may have passion, but I suppress it all the time. It's here and now. It's at the surface right this second, but I can flip a switch...
[she shrugs, and bites the corner of her lip taking a deep breath. Speaking so honestly isn't natural, or normal. It's odd how easy it comes when she's with Nate, and how she feels like she could slide into his arms and have conversations like this for days.]
[Is all he says because he really does, they're both trained killers and at a certain point you learn how to switch everything off in order to get the job done. The charming man she sees before her is a much different person on the job, he's cold, emotionless and hyper focused on his task.]
And I'm grateful that you've allowed me to see your real passion.
I know you do, and that's why I feel like I can trust you... I think, or at least one reason.
[glancing up, she watches his eyes and imagines them going dead. He'd be cold and calculating indeed. She can sense it in him, that danger, the deadliness. She knew it was there all along and it drew her in. She felt it and instead of flinching away, it drew her like a moth to a flame.
Now she reaches up to the back of his neck and tips his head down to face her. ]
Thank you for letting me see yours as well. There's nothing simple about either of us, and yet...
[pushing up on her toes, Natasha offers him more than a breath of a kiss this time. This time she gives herself over to the kiss, the exchange, the feeling, the passion that he incites within her and the need to give in to that which had been building between them this entire date. Maybe she should have waited until they were outside, but it doesn't matter now that her lips are open to his, giving him far more than a small taste of who she is.]
[He leans downs to meet her lips, his arm sliding around her slim waist in an effort to pull her closer as he kisses her back. He doesn't care that they aren't outside or at the end of their date, it's obvious that they both don't feel connections like this very often and he wants to honor that.
He kisses her tenderly but deeply, opening his mouth a little to sweep his tongue into her mouth so he can taste her.]
[The tenderness is sweet and fills her with a haunting desire to take all of this much further than anything they can finish in a museum. It's probably best they started it in the middle of a display of gemstones. This way when her tongue meets his and slides against it in exploration with a deep sigh, she doesn't press her hand beneath his shirt or take any other liberties that she might normally.
The kiss remains a kiss, but it certainly stirs all sorts of things inside Natasha that she'd held long dormant. His taste reminds her of something exotic and certainly a thing she wants to continue tasting far more times than once. ]
[The kiss stirs a lot of things in Nate as well, feelings and desires he hasn't felt in years and despite the two of them getting a few curious glances from other museum he doesn't pull back just yet. In fact he deepens the kiss, coiling his tongue against hers as he pulls her even more flush against his body.
Eventually though he has to break the kiss to take a breath and when he does he nuzzles the tip of her nose with his.]
[With her body pulled in so close, she can feel the beat of his heart against hers and that's not something she's allowed herself to share in ages. That feeling, the closeness and intimacy. When the kiss breaks she sighs against his lips in contentment, licking over his lips slightly playfully with a smile.]
That was everything I hoped it would be and so much more. Wow.
[With her fingers at his hemline, she drags them to a wall so that they don't immediately have to move, but so that other museum goers don't have to move in circles around them like a display. They are still very much in public, and that doesn't bother her a bit.
Nothing bothers her as she tightens him against her again and drags her fingers up into his hair, bringing her mouth back to his. This time it's little tiny kisses of soft intention, sharing and tasting-- all bringing up her heartrate.]
Mmm, this is the best date I've ever been on. You are so magnificent.
[He moves smoothly with her over to the wall, pressing his body against hers in a comfortable easy way instead of anything domineering. Tilting his head down to match all the small kisses she gives him.]
As are you. It's not often I meet a woman who is intelligent, stunningly beautiful and open to making out in museums.
[He chuckles and leans into the feeling of her hand against his cheek.]
You're lucky we aren't still in the Egyptian wing or I'd be very tempted to say to hell with the mummy's curse and crawl into a sarcophagus with you so we could get more horizontal.
That might cause a beautiful scandal. I'd be down for it.
[she has to laugh at the thought of it, letting the light feeling she has run over her skin and turn it into a small giggle that crinkles her nose. Her hand moves forward, and she thumbs in a whisper soft motion across his lips while she gazes up at him with quiet adoration.]
[more laughter on her part, which is dampened by the fact that she leans into him and covers her face with his chest, a comfortable place now. Leaning back, she eventually looks up.]
I love the thought that you're my mystery man. So scandalous and enigmatic. What do you say we get out of here and do something like play in the gardens, go to a pub, ride a train, I don't know anything you want to do. We're in London. I'm sure we could find a little bit more time together if you want.
[The temptation to stay out all night with her is there but Nate knows better than to rush things and he smiles, leaning down to kiss her cheek softly.]
How about we get a drink together at the museum court restaurant?
[He gives her hand a gentle squeeze once he's holding it and leads them towards the museum's restaurant, when they arrive he asks the host to place them far away from everyone else and slips him some cash to ensure it.
They are seated in a corner, a good distance from any of the other patrons and the waiter arrives promptly with a drinks menu.]
[Noticing the slight transaction, Nat smiles and tips a glance of appreciation up at Nate. She's so glad for his company, and for everything else that has transpired here today. It's like someone slipped inside and offered little tiny steps towards things she never thought she deserved at any stage in her life.
Even a day like this, if nothing ever came of it was more than enough. Glancing over the menu she nodded.]
I'll have a glass of the Marlborough Sauvignon Blanc.
If that's what old men drink, then you're going to have to get me a bald cap and a new liquor cabinet. I happen to have a few nice whiskies in my collection. I love my wine, but that doesn't mean I don't step out. I know how to drink when I need to.
[She tosses him a little wink, because she's sure that he can believe that much of her given her heritage.]
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Yes well, the short don't often think about the needs of the tall.
[He's teasing of course, he knows she's regular height. He's just abnormally tall.]
There are very few who can match the Russians in their torture, maybe it's the cold weather that makes them more creative....
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[she smirks slightly, and licks over her lips unable to imagine not thinking about him on a regular basis now that she's met him, and that he's been a presence in her life.
There's a shake to her head and a little flinch of her shoulder as her mind flashes back to a memory somewhere and then back again.]
Our weather is only part of what makes us strong, but I'm not sure what can make us so bitter at times. What turns a heart into something so cold and mechanical. Maybe it's because someone long ago started training young minds to enjoy such things, and we only got more creative from there. The human mind has a capacity for wonderful things, and terrible dark things as well. Creativity in both areas flourish everywhere.
ooc: sorry for lack of tags, I was exhausted from doing a photoshoot on the weekend XP
I'm flattered to be in your thoughts.
[He catches the flinch and the way it snuffs out any of the playful sexual tension that was building between them again.]
I doubt very much that your heart has turned cold and mechanical, you seem to have far too much thirst and passion for life and knowledge.
You're fine. I get being exhausted. Sleep and life are always first. <3 We're not going anywhere.
His glance doesn't go without notice, and even as she speaks of other things, she can feel the heat from his gaze linger. Her light dims, but it doesn't disappear. If she lost all her desire every time she spoke of things in her past, she'd never move beyond anything.]
There are times...
[Turning into him, she runs her hand along his arm and down to his hand.]
Times when there's no choice but to be cold and calculating. If you let the job in too deep, then it takes over. When I've used my body for a tell, or to get information I can't let anything in. It's mechanical. I may have passion, but I suppress it all the time. It's here and now. It's at the surface right this second, but I can flip a switch...
[she shrugs, and bites the corner of her lip taking a deep breath. Speaking so honestly isn't natural, or normal. It's odd how easy it comes when she's with Nate, and how she feels like she could slide into his arms and have conversations like this for days.]
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[Is all he says because he really does, they're both trained killers and at a certain point you learn how to switch everything off in order to get the job done. The charming man she sees before her is a much different person on the job, he's cold, emotionless and hyper focused on his task.]
And I'm grateful that you've allowed me to see your real passion.
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[glancing up, she watches his eyes and imagines them going dead. He'd be cold and calculating indeed. She can sense it in him, that danger, the deadliness. She knew it was there all along and it drew her in. She felt it and instead of flinching away, it drew her like a moth to a flame.
Now she reaches up to the back of his neck and tips his head down to face her. ]
Thank you for letting me see yours as well. There's nothing simple about either of us, and yet...
[pushing up on her toes, Natasha offers him more than a breath of a kiss this time. This time she gives herself over to the kiss, the exchange, the feeling, the passion that he incites within her and the need to give in to that which had been building between them this entire date. Maybe she should have waited until they were outside, but it doesn't matter now that her lips are open to his, giving him far more than a small taste of who she is.]
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He kisses her tenderly but deeply, opening his mouth a little to sweep his tongue into her mouth so he can taste her.]
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The kiss remains a kiss, but it certainly stirs all sorts of things inside Natasha that she'd held long dormant. His taste reminds her of something exotic and certainly a thing she wants to continue tasting far more times than once. ]
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Eventually though he has to break the kiss to take a breath and when he does he nuzzles the tip of her nose with his.]
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That was everything I hoped it would be and so much more. Wow.
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I could say the same thing.
Wow indeed.
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Nothing bothers her as she tightens him against her again and drags her fingers up into his hair, bringing her mouth back to his. This time it's little tiny kisses of soft intention, sharing and tasting-- all bringing up her heartrate.]
Mmm, this is the best date I've ever been on. You are so magnificent.
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As are you. It's not often I meet a woman who is intelligent, stunningly beautiful and open to making out in museums.
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Are we in a museum. Funny, I didn't even remember. All I recall is kissing this wonderful man. The rest is really blurry.
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You're lucky we aren't still in the Egyptian wing or I'd be very tempted to say to hell with the mummy's curse and crawl into a sarcophagus with you so we could get more horizontal.
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[she has to laugh at the thought of it, letting the light feeling she has run over her skin and turn it into a small giggle that crinkles her nose. Her hand moves forward, and she thumbs in a whisper soft motion across his lips while she gazes up at him with quiet adoration.]
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I love the thought that you're my mystery man. So scandalous and enigmatic. What do you say we get out of here and do something like play in the gardens, go to a pub, ride a train, I don't know anything you want to do. We're in London. I'm sure we could find a little bit more time together if you want.
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How about we get a drink together at the museum court restaurant?
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Sounds perfect, and this time I'll let you lead the way.
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They are seated in a corner, a good distance from any of the other patrons and the waiter arrives promptly with a drinks menu.]
Ladies first.
[Nate says and motions for her to order first.]
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Even a day like this, if nothing ever came of it was more than enough. Glancing over the menu she nodded.]
I'll have a glass of the Marlborough Sauvignon Blanc.
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[He tells the waiter who nods and then disappears, Nate then turns to Natasha and gives her a wry smile.]
An 'old man drink' for an old man.
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If that's what old men drink, then you're going to have to get me a bald cap and a new liquor cabinet. I happen to have a few nice whiskies in my collection. I love my wine, but that doesn't mean I don't step out. I know how to drink when I need to.
[She tosses him a little wink, because she's sure that he can believe that much of her given her heritage.]
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I'm sure you can out drink 95% of the people you meet although you'd have a hard time besting me considering my genetics.
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