[The teasing was light and playful, but she still turned to eye him from top to bottom as if she could see through what he was wearing to what might be settled underneath. It would be an outright lie to say that she wasn't curious. He did something that made her heart flip in ways it hadn't in - well, for as long as she could recall. Nat always thought she wasn't set out for relationships, but James got her in a whole different way. He understood the darker nature of her reality better than anyone else.
She wasn't afraid of scaring him off the way she could anyone else. Nat knew that she could be herself, and that put her more at ease around him. It made her more prone to flirting and wanting to see if what they fostered was absolutely genuine or some fluke of nature.
Settled on the couch, Nat tucks her feet up under her and settles back to watch Bucky strip out of his heavier long sleeved shirt with a look of unabashed appreciation. It's not often he walks around in short sleeves, and she certainly appreciates the small bit when both shirts ride up while he's attempting to pull one off. ]
Don't let me stop you there...
[Biting her lip, she smirks quietly and then dips her head to take a bite of ice cream, turning the spoon over in her mouth so that she can slowly lick the creamy substance off. Once it's been finished, she's able to raise her own glass to the toast. ]
So much better than stupid PR. Way more comfortable, and a much better view as well. For the record, I only snore if I haven't slept in days or when I have a cold. I can't control those things.
[Her teasing is sure to make him smile lightly, and he catches her eyeing him up in a way that makes warmth curl in his chest. He doesn't remember the last time someone has so openly checked him out, at least not since World War II, and it's no surprise to Bucky that his breath catches in his throat. He probably shouldn't want to push the limits of their flirting, for all the complications this could bring between them, but it's hard not to pull on that tread. Not when Natasha gives him this kind of look, not when it seems like this is one decision he can make for himself, after spending what feels like a lifetime of following orders.
The curl of his lips is just as teasing as her words, giving him a boyish look that's rarely seen in public as some heat darkens the icy blue of his gaze:]
Maybe I can be convinced to make an exemption for you.
[An invitation, barely hidden in teasings, to pull on that thread further if she feels like it, if she wants to just as he does.
It's certainly a sign of how comfortable he is with Natasha that he chooses to wear short sleeves around her. The sight of his vibranium arm is often one that makes people uncomfortable, like a constant reminder of the violence he used to deliver, that he could still deliver if he chooses to. But he knows that if there is anyone who can understand the darkness that follows one with a past like his, it's her.]
I wasn't aware this was that kind of 'Netflix and Chill'. I would have dressed properly for it if I had known, [he teases back as he joins her on the couch, his gaze ever watching how she makes good work of the ice cream on her spoon, making him swallow slowly as he forces his mind not to devolve to filthier comparison for the spoon.]
Yeah, [he says as he clears his throat], though I'm still considering asking you out to the opera just to see you in that dress. Still feels like I miss something really breathtaking.
[He clinks his glass against hers before taking a sip of the champagne, humming approvingly as he tastes the wine. He moves to settle himself comfortably, stretching his long legs under her coffee table.]
I'm pretty sure everyone snores when they're tired or have a cold. And you can't be worse than Sam or Torres, so there's that at least?
[There was a direct correlation to how Natasha was eating her icecream and the thoughts going on in her head. The eye contact that she made over her spoon was wide and almost a little 'too' innocent every single time she did it as well, like a very well acted out play. Perhaps she knew exactly the amount of fire she was playing with and had decided to toss all caution to the wind after sitting down with him.
There had been no small amount of flirting they'd danced around for a while now, and Nat already knew that there was no one else in this entire world that she could make an actual go of it with. She knew that Bucky understood her, and didn't judge her for her past-- he respected her and considered her intelligent and considerate. She hoped that something like this would lead them further into something lasting if it happened, but that wasn't anything she could tell until they took the first step. ]
Maybe I'll dress up for you in that dress tomorrow, and you can see the full picture later. Right now, I'm wondering if you were just testing me or if you really would make an exception for me.
[Moving forward on her knees, she's set her food and drink aside. Nat slides her finger along the strong line of his jaw and then down his chest.]
I'll take mine off if you take yours off. [She says, barely above a whisper.]
[As 'innocent' as she's trying to make her look every time their gazes meet, Bucky is not fooled easily, but still can't take his eyes away from her. For all the years he's been forced to hide his emotions and stay the stoic good little soldier HYDRA needed, he can't hide how much she's affecting him, at least not to Natasha's trained eyes. He feels heat pool in his cheeks and neck, and Bucky smiles lightly as he puts his glass on the table, turning to face her:]
As tempting as that offer is, I think I'd still prefer to take you out on a proper date for it. If you let me, that is.
[He's old fashioned like that, but if Nat prefers to keep this...whatever is developing between them discreet and secret, he would respect that. In truth, he'd take whatever she's willing to give him and not ask for more, because boundaries are meant to be respected.]
I would definitely make an exception for you, Natasha. [He says in a breath: there's no game or tests from him. He's too old and too jaded for those: he would rather face brutal honesty than jump through hoops.
James is pretty sure he's stopped breathing when the redhead turns to him, moving closer to him, and for a brief moment, he leans against her touch, his eyes searching her face for any signs of doubt, before he leans closer as well.]
Isn't that cheating? You're not wearing any pants already. [He teases just as softly as she's spoken, and with one last searching look in her eyes, he hits the 'fuck it' button in his mind and leans even closer as his flesh hand comes up to cup her face before he closes the distance between their mouth.]
Then it's a date. I'll be looking forward to seeing you dressed up as well.
[It's true, she will. She can only imagine him all trussed up in some form of formal wear. She's seen plenty of pictures of him in his military finest and fuck if he wasn't the most handsome, most sexy thing on two legs. She knew from those pictures alone that he would have been her ideal type physically.
Add to it all their shared experience, and his distinct chivalrous qualities that make her want to blush, swoon and do all those things she never thought possible with as world worn as she was, Natasha knew she'd never find anyone like James elsewhere. He made her heart beat, and made her want to think of a future that had him in it.
It was a frightening proposition, but she was facing it head on now. There was no more hiding it as she knelt next to him and offered herself. Nat knew exactly what she was doing-- finally. Giving in to her desires, and letting go of all her hard won reigns of control was difficult, but she trusted him to take them.
There was a devilish grin on her face when he accused her of cheating, and if he hadn't leaned in to kiss her, she would have pulled it off right then, but instead she found herself falling into him. Her mouth opened, and she slid her arms around his waist. Licking her way into his mouth, she feasted on every flavor that existed, the dark richness of him, tangling tongues and nipping at his lip. Her hands skimmed his back, climbing up beneath his shirt without thought to trace over his hard won muscles. It was everything she'd ever desired, and dreamed of for so long. Finally. ]
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Date: 2024-06-24 04:40 pm (UTC)[The teasing was light and playful, but she still turned to eye him from top to bottom as if she could see through what he was wearing to what might be settled underneath. It would be an outright lie to say that she wasn't curious. He did something that made her heart flip in ways it hadn't in - well, for as long as she could recall. Nat always thought she wasn't set out for relationships, but James got her in a whole different way. He understood the darker nature of her reality better than anyone else.
She wasn't afraid of scaring him off the way she could anyone else. Nat knew that she could be herself, and that put her more at ease around him. It made her more prone to flirting and wanting to see if what they fostered was absolutely genuine or some fluke of nature.
Settled on the couch, Nat tucks her feet up under her and settles back to watch Bucky strip out of his heavier long sleeved shirt with a look of unabashed appreciation. It's not often he walks around in short sleeves, and she certainly appreciates the small bit when both shirts ride up while he's attempting to pull one off. ]
Don't let me stop you there...
[Biting her lip, she smirks quietly and then dips her head to take a bite of ice cream, turning the spoon over in her mouth so that she can slowly lick the creamy substance off. Once it's been finished, she's able to raise her own glass to the toast. ]
So much better than stupid PR. Way more comfortable, and a much better view as well. For the record, I only snore if I haven't slept in days or when I have a cold. I can't control those things.
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Date: 2024-07-03 03:54 am (UTC)The curl of his lips is just as teasing as her words, giving him a boyish look that's rarely seen in public as some heat darkens the icy blue of his gaze:]
Maybe I can be convinced to make an exemption for you.
[An invitation, barely hidden in teasings, to pull on that thread further if she feels like it, if she wants to just as he does.
It's certainly a sign of how comfortable he is with Natasha that he chooses to wear short sleeves around her. The sight of his vibranium arm is often one that makes people uncomfortable, like a constant reminder of the violence he used to deliver, that he could still deliver if he chooses to. But he knows that if there is anyone who can understand the darkness that follows one with a past like his, it's her.]
I wasn't aware this was that kind of 'Netflix and Chill'. I would have dressed properly for it if I had known, [he teases back as he joins her on the couch, his gaze ever watching how she makes good work of the ice cream on her spoon, making him swallow slowly as he forces his mind not to devolve to filthier comparison for the spoon.]
Yeah, [he says as he clears his throat], though I'm still considering asking you out to the opera just to see you in that dress. Still feels like I miss something really breathtaking.
[He clinks his glass against hers before taking a sip of the champagne, humming approvingly as he tastes the wine. He moves to settle himself comfortably, stretching his long legs under her coffee table.]
I'm pretty sure everyone snores when they're tired or have a cold. And you can't be worse than Sam or Torres, so there's that at least?
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Date: 2024-07-03 07:21 pm (UTC)There had been no small amount of flirting they'd danced around for a while now, and Nat already knew that there was no one else in this entire world that she could make an actual go of it with. She knew that Bucky understood her, and didn't judge her for her past-- he respected her and considered her intelligent and considerate. She hoped that something like this would lead them further into something lasting if it happened, but that wasn't anything she could tell until they took the first step. ]
Maybe I'll dress up for you in that dress tomorrow, and you can see the full picture later. Right now, I'm wondering if you were just testing me or if you really would make an exception for me.
[Moving forward on her knees, she's set her food and drink aside. Nat slides her finger along the strong line of his jaw and then down his chest.]
I'll take mine off if you take yours off. [She says, barely above a whisper.]
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Date: 2024-07-06 10:09 pm (UTC)As tempting as that offer is, I think I'd still prefer to take you out on a proper date for it. If you let me, that is.
[He's old fashioned like that, but if Nat prefers to keep this...whatever is developing between them discreet and secret, he would respect that. In truth, he'd take whatever she's willing to give him and not ask for more, because boundaries are meant to be respected.]
I would definitely make an exception for you, Natasha. [He says in a breath: there's no game or tests from him. He's too old and too jaded for those: he would rather face brutal honesty than jump through hoops.
James is pretty sure he's stopped breathing when the redhead turns to him, moving closer to him, and for a brief moment, he leans against her touch, his eyes searching her face for any signs of doubt, before he leans closer as well.]
Isn't that cheating? You're not wearing any pants already. [He teases just as softly as she's spoken, and with one last searching look in her eyes, he hits the 'fuck it' button in his mind and leans even closer as his flesh hand comes up to cup her face before he closes the distance between their mouth.]
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Date: 2024-07-07 05:30 pm (UTC)[It's true, she will. She can only imagine him all trussed up in some form of formal wear. She's seen plenty of pictures of him in his military finest and fuck if he wasn't the most handsome, most sexy thing on two legs. She knew from those pictures alone that he would have been her ideal type physically.
Add to it all their shared experience, and his distinct chivalrous qualities that make her want to blush, swoon and do all those things she never thought possible with as world worn as she was, Natasha knew she'd never find anyone like James elsewhere. He made her heart beat, and made her want to think of a future that had him in it.
It was a frightening proposition, but she was facing it head on now. There was no more hiding it as she knelt next to him and offered herself. Nat knew exactly what she was doing-- finally. Giving in to her desires, and letting go of all her hard won reigns of control was difficult, but she trusted him to take them.
There was a devilish grin on her face when he accused her of cheating, and if he hadn't leaned in to kiss her, she would have pulled it off right then, but instead she found herself falling into him. Her mouth opened, and she slid her arms around his waist. Licking her way into his mouth, she feasted on every flavor that existed, the dark richness of him, tangling tongues and nipping at his lip. Her hands skimmed his back, climbing up beneath his shirt without thought to trace over his hard won muscles. It was everything she'd ever desired, and dreamed of for so long. Finally. ]