[Right on schedule, there's knock at Dean's door before Natasha lets herself in. She didn't bother dressing up, and as a result she looks like she's either coming from or heading to a workout.
[That is probably enough for now. Much longer and they's almost definitely kill the mood.
At the moment, though, Natasha's had enough whiskey to feel warm from it and enough time thinking of future possibilities to whet her appetite now. She returns the kiss, tilting her chin up to meet the kiss as she sets her half empty glass down blindly.]
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Your place or mine?
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[ thank god ]
mine? I’ve got liquor and cookies
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I'll head over.
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awesome. see you in five
>action
Could be both, all things considered.]
Hey.
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Hey yourself. Want a drink?
[ He's already got one for himself, and sharing is caring, after all. ]
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[She won't make him drink alone.]
It's been a while. Longer for you, I suppose.
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[ He'll give her a nice healthy pour and hand it right over, though a soft laugh escapes right before he takes another sip. ]
Yeah. Five years. Kind of a while, huh? And the last year was spent with a cajun vampire in Purgatory.
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[She takes the healthy swig, since she needs to catch up.]
Very Anne Rice.
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[ Good lookin' guy Dean definitely probably fooled around with. A year in Purgatory, the fuck does anyone think happened? ]
You're definitely hotter, though. I got a thing for redheads.
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[Imagine a hunter fooling around with a vampire. Very risqué.]
Well, since it's been so long, do you have a wishlist I should know about?
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I think that's called character development.
[ He polishes his drink off, expression wry, lips twisted up. ]
Well, I doubt you're into wearing a zorro mask and slapping me around. Beyond that, I'm game for anything. It's been a year, surprise me.
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[Natasha raises her brows, giving Dean a look that's more playful than threatening.]
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I think you'd get way too much outta that.
[ So would he though, so. You know. ]
Want a refill?
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[Natasha raises her glass and nods for another pour.]
Look, I'm fine with pushing you around in the training room or the bedroom. I'm not difficult.
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[ Dean thinks so, anyway.
He snorts, reaching for the bottle to tip against her glass, a soft clink as he pours a healthy refill. ]
You're not difficult and I'm easy. What a combo.
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[And she figures it works. She thinks it works, at least.
The fact he invited her over suggests he agrees.]
So a little slapping you around is still on the table is what I'm getting out of this.
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[ He sure does.
That earns her a chuckle and a wink, another swig of his drink, polishing it off. ]
Definitely not gonna stop you if you go that route.
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[She teases, but there's a little more than that in it. A little testing the waters.]
Too bad Viv and I aren't quite on terms where I'd feel comfortable asking her for toys.
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[ not a lie spoken. ]
I'm shameless. I can ask. [ this is the man who asked the poor woman for hentai. what is shame? ]
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[She's still not sure about asking Viv for one, but she is fairly sure she'd like to see what happens if she uses one on Dean.
She's fairly confident they'd both enjoy how that goes down.]
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I just might. [ maybe he already has one, hard to say. ] She's an accommodating lady.
[ probably too much so. ]
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[Trying to be thoughtful here.]
But if we're going to keep seeing each other like this...
[There's always room for a little spice.]
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[ Why not. He's already humiliated himself with Viv multiple times. ]
For now - [ Maybe a whiskey flavored kiss accompanied by the scrape of stubble. ]
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At the moment, though, Natasha's had enough whiskey to feel warm from it and enough time thinking of future possibilities to whet her appetite now. She returns the kiss, tilting her chin up to meet the kiss as she sets her half empty glass down blindly.]