[ 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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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.]