[ She has his attention. Which is good. This is about ripping the bandaid off, so Natasha turns when the jug clicks. Fills up each mug. Steam warms the right side of her face, and she's paying attention to the little floating teabags -- green tea, this time, the kind that comes in powdered mesh bags and aren't, objectively, too great -- and says, ]
It was ill-timed.
[ Because they kissed, and it was. Natasha pushes one of the mugs towards Tony. The ceramic bottom drags across the countertop, makes a solid but smooth scraping noise. ]
And I think we should have sex.
[ Her mouth does a funny thing. She's looking at him with something that might be amusement but is also bright, and more considering than she feels, as if she's coming up with the idea all-impromptu. ] Not right now, but soon.
[ And then she shrugs. Like it's not a big deal. ]
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It was ill-timed.
[ Because they kissed, and it was. Natasha pushes one of the mugs towards Tony. The ceramic bottom drags across the countertop, makes a solid but smooth scraping noise. ]
And I think we should have sex.
[ Her mouth does a funny thing. She's looking at him with something that might be amusement but is also bright, and more considering than she feels, as if she's coming up with the idea all-impromptu. ] Not right now, but soon.
[ And then she shrugs. Like it's not a big deal. ]
Your turn.