[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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[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.]