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[Continued from here]

Does it have to be a bathrobe, or can I just go with sweatpants?

And you never have to dress for me.

[And after a moment:]

*UP! You never have to dress UP for me. Sorry. Clumsy fingers.

[Way to go, Barnes.]

You can wear whatever you want. I merely said I wasn't slipping on some fancy dress for a party.

.... I'll consider clothes optional now. We'll see what does or does not make it under my fluffy robe.

[Because how can she not have fun with that. In fact, she's pondering putting on a little bit of lace on so that she can flash pieces of it just to make him sweat. The price seems about right.]

[Oh, he absolutely expected Nat to tease him about his typo. He would have been very worried about her if she hadn't. But it still feels like torture, to wonder what she might look like under her bathrobe, even if it's a good kind of torture. He's not going to be able to focus on the ball drop show now, isn't he?]

Well, as long as you don't catch a cold and blame it on me.

What time do you want me to get to your place?

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.]

All right, let me change, and I'll be on my way.

[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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