Now is as good as time as any. I enjoy the lead up to the ball the real time for any party. I've already got all my snack foods out, and several bottles of wine.
I've got a fireplace, and I know how to keep myself warm when I need to.
[There's going to be plenty of torture, but it's already meant to go both ways. Nat has no trouble wondering all the what ifs when it comes to him, and she can't wait to discover the answers. The biggest question in her mind is if she'll let herself finally give in.]
[When he knocks on her door an hour later, he's followed her instruction to a t, wearing sweatpants with his softest under a hoodie, except for his combat boots. Where one or five knives might have been hidden out of habit.
He nods once as she lets him in:]
Did I miss anything good yet?
[He means in regards of the pre-ball drop show, of course.]
[If Natasha knew that Bucky would be joining her tonight, she might have gone shopping for the occasion. After all, she does have a terrible addiction to buying lingerie. Instead, she stays true to at least the first part she had for the evening. The fireplace is lit like usual, and Natasha easily greets her guest at the door wearing her robe as planned.
The TV sounds in the background with some terrible person crooning over the speakers. She rolls her eyes as she turns back towards it.]
Hey there. No, I don't know who they got to sing for this show, but I need to change the channel because this is worse than when you and Steve trying to sing your rendition of Jingle Bells the other day. I think the guy is older than you both too.
[She laughs and pulls him in for a hug and a kiss on the cheek, nosing against him softly before taking his hand and bringing him back to the couch.]
Wine? I'm still chilling the champagne for when the new year hits. I can get you a beer if you'd rather?
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I've got a fireplace, and I know how to keep myself warm when I need to.
[There's going to be plenty of torture, but it's already meant to go both ways. Nat has no trouble wondering all the what ifs when it comes to him, and she can't wait to discover the answers. The biggest question in her mind is if she'll let herself finally give in.]
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[When he knocks on her door an hour later, he's followed her instruction to a t, wearing sweatpants with his softest under a hoodie, except for his combat boots. Where one or five knives might have been hidden out of habit.
He nods once as she lets him in:]
Did I miss anything good yet?
[He means in regards of the pre-ball drop show, of course.]
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The TV sounds in the background with some terrible person crooning over the speakers. She rolls her eyes as she turns back towards it.]
Hey there. No, I don't know who they got to sing for this show, but I need to change the channel because this is worse than when you and Steve trying to sing your rendition of Jingle Bells the other day. I think the guy is older than you both too.
[She laughs and pulls him in for a hug and a kiss on the cheek, nosing against him softly before taking his hand and bringing him back to the couch.]
Wine? I'm still chilling the champagne for when the new year hits. I can get you a beer if you'd rather?