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A telling of tales.
May. 26th, 2015 12:07 pmThe pizza had been bought as sort of a buffer, a momentary distraction that had meant to act as a prelude to what Natasha had hoped to get to eventually. It had evolved into drinking as they ate, and somehow they'd wound up curled in his nest bed with their pizza and the remnants of their drinks, Natasha's currently held in one hand on the pillow beside her head where she lay otherwise relaxed and pleasantly full.
"A nest bed really was one of your better ideas," she said as she craned her head to look at Clint, but instead found herself trailing a drop of condensation where it eased down the outside of her glass. She stopped it with her thumb, somehow concerned that it might make the pillow wet when there was already no doubt a cold ring of wetness where her glass had rested. It was all a distraction, she thought. She could smell what was coming like a storm in the air, and it left her feeling far too unsettled to think on it outright. Instead, she nudged at Clint with her foot. "I had a weird dream the other night that you were married."
"A nest bed really was one of your better ideas," she said as she craned her head to look at Clint, but instead found herself trailing a drop of condensation where it eased down the outside of her glass. She stopped it with her thumb, somehow concerned that it might make the pillow wet when there was already no doubt a cold ring of wetness where her glass had rested. It was all a distraction, she thought. She could smell what was coming like a storm in the air, and it left her feeling far too unsettled to think on it outright. Instead, she nudged at Clint with her foot. "I had a weird dream the other night that you were married."
