For Comrade Stark

[blonderussianspy]

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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[notawastedlife]

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."

[blondrussianspy.livejournal.com]

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.

[notawastedlife]

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."

[blondrussianspy.livejournal.com]

"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.