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For Comrade Stark

Natalya gasped, quietly, falling back onto the sheets- suspiciously nice, given there were no stores to readily procure them from in their present local- with one arm flung out to the side and the other curled over the top of her head. It was, doubtless, the quietest she'd been in hours. She had entertained the thought, or at least suffered its maudlin presence, over the years since Le Grand Depart that she had actually forgotten what sex felt like. It was strange, now, to know that she sort of had, sort of hadn't. More had than hadn't, really. Not that she'd be forgetting again anytime soon.

It had been a hell of a reeducation.

She closed her eyes, humming softly at the back of her throat and stretching a little, listening intently to the sound of their breathing as it began to slow and focusing as intently as she could on the sensation of sweat evaporating off her skin, leaving goosebumps in its place. There were several other lingering sensations that were vying for attention, but they could wait their turn.

Opening her eyes to the ceiling, limbs feeling heavy and warm, she shoved a hand back through her hair and blinked a few times to bring the world back into focus.

"Seks chuvstvuet sebya otlichnaym posle tridtsaty," she mused quietly. Who knew.

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"I'm gonna go ahead and assume that translates to 'that was awesome'," Tony said, cheerfully sprawled across his side of the bed, arms tucked behind his head.

"Something similarly," she said, turning her head to take a look at the man who'd ended her six year dry spell.

Not literally, but certainly in terms of any actual activity.

He looked smug. Her lips twitched a little.

"Is not being same as I was remembering. Or my remembering is not the same as it is," she corrected, turning onto her side and ducking her head so her temple rested on her forearm.

"Mmn. But is good."

"Memory's a tricky business," Tony agreed, trying not to yawn too much. The yawn itself was a foregone conclusion. "So, if you ever find it's slipping your mind- you know, you need a refresh..."

"Da," she murmured, voice hitching with the implication of a chuckle, eyes slipping shut again, "I am knowing where to have found you."

That was right, wasn't it? She'd never been the sort to fall asleep right after, but Rodya was, and he always wanted to hold her and she'd never much felt inclined to resist, so it had become habit. One particularly detrimental to mornings when she'd planned on getting anything done. Yes, she remembered that part. With old muscle memories waking up, she was remembering all sorts of little things that had been tucked away with the rest of the Before memories, the ones that didn't serve her purpose in the world of After.

She made a deeply pleased noise, not moving to tug the flung-away sheet any closer despite the chill of the blessedly air conditioned house.

"Is cold in here. Also good."

"'course it is," Tony mumbled slightly, torn between his general love of talking and the instinct to go to sleep right about now, which generally he just went ahead with.

Maybe he hadn't tired her out enough. Worrying thought.

"If you want it a little warmer I could get Jarvis to turn it up."

"Nmmn," she intoned. "No. Is good, the cold."

When her next full thought turned over in her head, she had absolutely no idea how long it had been since she'd spoken. Possibly several seconds, conceivably an hour or two. She was desperately tired, in the best possible way.

Yet she forced her eyes open, if not very far, to look at him through her lashes. He was ridiculously attractive, although she was pretty sure she'd figured out the one particular thing that had struck her more than any others.

"Well. Spasibo," she said, though it was mostly breath, as she pushed herself languidly up to sitting, drawing her knees in as she did. She slicked her hair uselessly back and glanced around the room for her dress.

"Where is- ah." She slid to the edge of the mattress and leaned down to retrieve it, unmindful of the fact that she was completely nude.

Tony paid it some attention, though, since she wasn't going to.

In fact, it took a couple of moments before he was aware of what she was actually doing.

"Oh, you're- already?" he said.

Not that he had a problem with it -- it was preferable to having to get Pepper to get rid of them, for one thing -- it just seemed a bit soon.

She shook the dress out with one hand, smiling at him over her shoulder.

"Mmn-hmmn."

She still didn't have the dress on. Tony wondered if another round was doable.

"There's a rush?" he said, but lightly. He didn't want to go implying that she should stick around long-term, or anything.

"Yes," she said, standing and padding around the bed, eyes on the floor, to locate and scoop up her bra and panties. The three items in hand, sat lightly back on the edge of the bed, his side of it now, and set the dress and cotton thong aside (the side opposite him, as some habits remained instinctual).

"If I am staying, I will sleep through until is morning."

Tony sat up.

"...ah, right," he said.

Well, couldn't argue with that. "Well, then, one for the road? No?"

She laughed quietly, a little surprised at how easily it came. The smile too. She absently twisted her arms behind her back to deftly hook the thin black t-shirt bra's closures, then leaned down to slip her panties on before lying back on the bed and lifting her hips slightly to pull them up.

Efficient, if mildly provocative. Yet more habits still.

"This will also guarantee sleep. But perhaps another time." She paused a moment after she'd curled back up to sitting, and leaned toward him.

"I something about your face was- bothered me," she told him. "When I was, eh. Seeing you in first time. I am knowing what it now is." She lifted a hand and rested her fingertips across his lips.

"Is in line of mouth," she explained, "is, ah..." She pursed her lips a little, too tired to go digging for the words, and just swept one fingertip across the place his lips met, and then down the tiny accent beneath his goatee, two quick lines.

"Very like my husband." She dropped her hand, though better of it, and lifted it again to his jaw while she pressed a kiss to his cheek. Then she sat back, if not far, and gathered the dress up to tug it on over her head like a t-shirt.

Uh oh.

Tony raised his eyebrows a little, managing to give no other evidence of the internal alarm system that was informing him ABORT! ABORT! ABORT!

He also managed to not cover his mouth, since apparently that was the culprit.

"I guess it's one of those faces," he said, "...although usually I just get recognized from the magazines. Sleep, though, that's, you're right. Important part of healthy living. I should get on that myself."

She shot him an odd look, because some little flip or other had switched and his speech pattern had, however subtly, gone with it.

After a moment, she broke into a smile and made an amused if half-derisive noise.

"Do not be worrying yourself. Is beginning and end of similar-ness, veryte Vam menya, moego druga." She tugged the dress down as she stood, stepping into her shoes where they'd landed, facing in opposite directions and one flipped over.

"But sex is being one thing, while sleeping in bed with other person is- other thing."

He'd ask Jarvis what that bit in Russian meant when she was gone.

"Yes," he agreed. "Whole other thing." He did relax a little, though. "Well said."

Finally, and most importantly, because she could have gone without the clothing in a pinch, she retrieved the rifle from where it was leaned up against the wall, and slung it over her shoulder. Still amused, and tired, and still feeling exceptionally good from the evening's excursion, she looked back to him, still smiling.

"What is how you are saying, always in the old movies. 'Thank you for lovely time'." Like it had been a date. She didn't exactly see many of those in her future, and she had difficulty conceiving of a world in which the same would not be true for Tony Stark.

Tony flashed her a grin, concern over likenesses having subsided somewhat.

"You're welcome," he said. "No, that was fun, you were great, I'll... see you. Around."

"Da," Natalya agreed with a single nod. It had been.

She had been, come to that. Six years. Pah.

"With island being size it is this undoubtedly is so. Spokoynoy nochi, Tony," she said, before turning and walking easily- although that took a little effort, as it turned out. All right, six years.- out into the dark house, for the darker jungle and the unfortunate heat.

Still. She couldn't complain.

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