Natasha didn't plan for just that reaction. Grabbing Barnes' hair had been grasping at straws, and at least to herself she admits that. She's not one to pass up an opportunity when she gets one, though, and she knows exactly what she's doing when she exploits that space.
Instead of scrambling immediately away, she movies toward him, curling into his space as she uses her grip on his hair to pull him down into hers so she can bring her teeth down on his neck. It's not a gentle bite, but she figures he can take that.
Bucky hadn't expected his own reactions, either. Not the one when she pulled his hair, nor the more uncomfortable one, when her teeth sunk into his skin.
It brought back the night in the club in bits and pieces, unintended reactions aside. He had to pull his body away from hers below the waist just to keep his reactions from being too obvious.
"I thought we were going to spar?" Bucky finally says, to let her know in the gentlest way possible something had gone askew. He had told her anything goes, but he can't ignore the side-effects.
"Aren't we?" Natasha asks without pause. She plants one of her feet on Barnes' chest, not so much kicking him as pushing him of his body and rolling away.
She fixes him with a look both playful and challenging, "You said anything goes. You think that doesn't mean biting and scratching if that's what it takes?"
He takes this chance to roll away himself. Close to the ground, he keeps an eye on her.
"I did. I need water." Bucky can't argue with her, but he can't continue, either. And from her tone, she knows exactly why, too. Not that he's going to admit it if she doesn't make him.
He's just going to get up and grab his water bottle right then, mind reeling. He had expected her to fight dirty. He hadn't expected his reactions.
"Fair enough," Natasha says and falls back, giving him space. She does know why.
And it's not what she expected. Even after his reaction to having his hair pulled, she wasn't expecting to respond that strongly. Her intention had been to throw him off balance, to distract him—and it had worked.
A little too well.
"Should we update our rules?" she asks, glancing at him sideways. "For future matches."
Wind downish, handwave some more sparring? I can't think of what else to do with this one
"Sure, that could be one reason," Natasha agrees airily. That, and she's made something of a habit of getting people around her to cook for her. It's better than endless sandwiches and canned surprises.
Her own shouldn't be too much of a problem, really. She doesn't expect them to spread any stories about who she's eating breakfast with, but by now there's a good chance at least Laica will be awake.
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Instead of scrambling immediately away, she movies toward him, curling into his space as she uses her grip on his hair to pull him down into hers so she can bring her teeth down on his neck. It's not a gentle bite, but she figures he can take that.
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It brought back the night in the club in bits and pieces, unintended reactions aside. He had to pull his body away from hers below the waist just to keep his reactions from being too obvious.
"I thought we were going to spar?" Bucky finally says, to let her know in the gentlest way possible something had gone askew. He had told her anything goes, but he can't ignore the side-effects.
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She fixes him with a look both playful and challenging, "You said anything goes. You think that doesn't mean biting and scratching if that's what it takes?"
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"I did. I need water." Bucky can't argue with her, but he can't continue, either. And from her tone, she knows exactly why, too. Not that he's going to admit it if she doesn't make him.
He's just going to get up and grab his water bottle right then, mind reeling. He had expected her to fight dirty. He hadn't expected his reactions.
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And it's not what she expected. Even after his reaction to having his hair pulled, she wasn't expecting to respond that strongly. Her intention had been to throw him off balance, to distract him—and it had worked.
A little too well.
"Should we update our rules?" she asks, glancing at him sideways. "For future matches."
Wind downish, handwave some more sparring? I can't think of what else to do with this one
"Yes. No biting." As for the hair, he'll just have to get his cut. He keeps meaning to, and Natasha was going to serve as a great reminder.
"How about a little bit more, then we get breakfast?"
winding down is good
Proof just how well it had worked.
"You can make me eggs for breakfast."
Teasing.
Re: winding down is good
"Because I lost?" Because he really did, and he knows it.
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"Eggs it is, then." Along with several other breakfast items, and enough to feed a family, if he can find enough.
"My place or your place?"
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Her own shouldn't be too much of a problem, really. She doesn't expect them to spread any stories about who she's eating breakfast with, but by now there's a good chance at least Laica will be awake.
We can probably wrap/handwave they did breakfast?
"Why don't we go down to the main kitchen?" Then they don't have to worry about who might wander by.
wrap it is