[ without thinking, andy finds herself curling in more, her body only sore in a good way, her muscles at ease instead of taut with tension. quỳnh lingers in her head, as she so often does, but laying here with natasha without any pressures or judgements solidifies her lack of regret for how she'd handled the hivawei. handled herself. ]
[ sometimes andy is just a tired woman stuck inside an immortal body and she wants to ignore the latter, however briefly. ]
[Natasha sighs, relaxing to stay for a while longer. It's not so hard, really. She doesn't let herself reflect on whether it's easier than it should be.
It seems like maybe neither of them quite want to be alone.]
[ andy's own smile is faint, even as her eyes slip closed again. ]
Me too.
[ she'd meant it moreso for the talking, the chatter, the way it seems to have settled some of andy's own restlessness, but falling into a pattern of sex for the sake of it with natasha would hardly be the worst outcome. ]
The offer's mutual, you know. Today I needed this. Maybe next time you will.
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[ sometimes andy is just a tired woman stuck inside an immortal body and she wants to ignore the latter, however briefly. ]
Thank you. [ for many many things! ]
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[Natasha sighs, relaxing to stay for a while longer. It's not so hard, really. She doesn't let herself reflect on whether it's easier than it should be.
It seems like maybe neither of them quite want to be alone.]
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[ andy assumes it's just going to happen again. her body as a weapon is a long-running theme. ]
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I like the idea of there being a next time.
[Not a commitment, but making sure it's clear—she's entirely open to this being a pattern.
Even if sometimes there's a little talking after.]
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Me too.
[ she'd meant it moreso for the talking, the chatter, the way it seems to have settled some of andy's own restlessness, but falling into a pattern of sex for the sake of it with natasha would hardly be the worst outcome. ]
The offer's mutual, you know. Today I needed this. Maybe next time you will.
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[There's a little wryness there, but fondness too. A softness Natasha doesn't usually allow to creep into her tone.
It's fine. She knows better than to get to rely on this.
But for the moment, it does feel good.]