[ Her security system picks him up in the parking lot of her apartment building; she out of necessity and long-held paranoia monitored the comings and goings of her neighbors. Therefore she was able to buzz her guest inside just as he arrived, sending a brief text with her apartment number afterwards.
Third floor, far end of the corridor, 'conveniently' equipped with two fire escape ladders and few street-facing windows. Her living space was sparsely but pleasantly furnished; dark browns and whites, with a few splashes of turquoise and other bright colors here and there. She spent little time here, after all.
Natasha waited for Illya's knock before opening the door, attired in workout shorts and a cropped t-shirt, bare of foot and long damp hair disheveled down her back. She gave him a wicked little grin in greeting, tapping her fingers against the door frame. ]
I would not want to be kept waiting so I try and not to do it to others.
[ he is not subtle in the way his eyes roam over her, already making assumptions on what she was doing prior to his arrival. nothing she does is for show -- just for him -- but he quite pleased to reap the benefits of her looking like this. ]
You look like I have interrupted you at a very busy time. Perhaps I should wait out here till you have completed what I assume is your exercise?
[ Said with a small smile and a smaller curtsy, odd in the attire, but sincere regardless. Natasha opens the door a little further and gestures Illya inside, closing after he enters her domain. ]
You didn't interrupt. I'm actually done, and was just about to head into the shower when you first texted.
[ She waggled her phone for emphasis before placing it on a nearby side table. Then she turned back to her guest, a hand on a hip and a naughty twinkle in her eye. ]
[ would anyone turn down an invitation like that? perhaps but illya was not going to be one of those people. while he had not come over solely just to sleep with her, he would not deny that it was on his mind. and considering the invitation, he guesses it was on hers as well. ]
I've had a long day. I could use a shower as well.
[ Natasha never had a problem with "friends with benefits". It was usually safer that way. For them. But she didn't think Illya would ever be in any real danger from a relationship with her, and if some witless idiot dared to make a mess of it, well; she knew he could handle himself - as well as anyone else.
So she gave a smile to his agreement, and crooked a finger to lead him further into her apartment, fetching up in her softly lit bathroom, reaching into the glass-walled shower to turn on the water. ]
Thanks for coming over.
[ A simple admission, given as she turned and reached for the buttons on his immaculately pressed shirt. ] We don't get these chances too often, do we? [ Well, not like this, at least. ]
[ their encounters tended to be a lot more frantic and fraught. illya's almost waiting for something to happen to disrupt this quiet encounter. gunfire from outside, a sudden knock on her door, a call from his employers, something. but, button after button is undone and still nothing interrupts them.
perhaps this will truly be a quiet night. a rarity for them. and while he would not admit it aloud, something that he welcomes from time to time. ]
Thank you for inviting me. I was planning on eating a small dinner and then staring at a chessboard this evening. [ this would, hopefully, be a better evening. ]
I think I would rather look at you than chess pieces.
much, ty. mondays are one of my days off, so i can slounge and be lazy :)
[ She had no reservations about slipping that expensive shirt right off of those broad shoulders and defined arms, to be lightly cast aside in the effort of rendering him naked. Natasha didn't quite hum as she worked, but there was a definite lightness in her touch, a careful eagerness to experience him this way as opposed to the energy of their usual trysts. ]
You're welcome. [ And she had to chuckle. ] Well, I'm glad I could prove a more interesting distraction. [ She gestured to her own clothing before reaching for his belt. ] A little assistance, comrade? [ She never minded the touch of his hands on her skin. ]
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Re: much, ty. mondays are one of my days off, so i can slounge and be lazy :)
I don't know, you seemed to be doing just fine on your own. [ despite those words, he does reach for the hem of her shirt, nudging it up just the tiniest bit so he can press the pads of his fingers against her skin. it is a bit difficult to get the shirt off of her while her hands are playing at his belt but he will content himself with what he can touch. ]
Perhaps I will just do this until you have finished. [ and then his hands curve around her waist, splaying out and covering more of her skin. ]
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Third floor, far end of the corridor, 'conveniently' equipped with two fire escape ladders and few street-facing windows. Her living space was sparsely but pleasantly furnished; dark browns and whites, with a few splashes of turquoise and other bright colors here and there. She spent little time here, after all.
Natasha waited for Illya's knock before opening the door, attired in workout shorts and a cropped t-shirt, bare of foot and long damp hair disheveled down her back. She gave him a wicked little grin in greeting, tapping her fingers against the door frame. ]
Dobriy vyecher, comrade. Prompt, as usual.
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[ he is not subtle in the way his eyes roam over her, already making assumptions on what she was doing prior to his arrival. nothing she does is for show -- just for him -- but he quite pleased to reap the benefits of her looking like this. ]
You look like I have interrupted you at a very busy time. Perhaps I should wait out here till you have completed what I assume is your exercise?
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[ Said with a small smile and a smaller curtsy, odd in the attire, but sincere regardless. Natasha opens the door a little further and gestures Illya inside, closing after he enters her domain. ]
You didn't interrupt. I'm actually done, and was just about to head into the shower when you first texted.
[ She waggled her phone for emphasis before placing it on a nearby side table. Then she turned back to her guest, a hand on a hip and a naughty twinkle in her eye. ]
Care to join me?
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[ would anyone turn down an invitation like that? perhaps but illya was not going to be one of those people. while he had not come over solely just to sleep with her, he would not deny that it was on his mind. and considering the invitation, he guesses it was on hers as well. ]
I've had a long day. I could use a shower as well.
apologies, life hammered me this past week, ugh.
So she gave a smile to his agreement, and crooked a finger to lead him further into her apartment, fetching up in her softly lit bathroom, reaching into the glass-walled shower to turn on the water. ]
Thanks for coming over.
[ A simple admission, given as she turned and reached for the buttons on his immaculately pressed shirt. ] We don't get these chances too often, do we? [ Well, not like this, at least. ]
s'okay! hope things are better!
[ their encounters tended to be a lot more frantic and fraught. illya's almost waiting for something to happen to disrupt this quiet encounter. gunfire from outside, a sudden knock on her door, a call from his employers, something. but, button after button is undone and still nothing interrupts them.
perhaps this will truly be a quiet night. a rarity for them. and while he would not admit it aloud, something that he welcomes from time to time. ]
Thank you for inviting me. I was planning on eating a small dinner and then staring at a chessboard this evening. [ this would, hopefully, be a better evening. ]
I think I would rather look at you than chess pieces.
much, ty. mondays are one of my days off, so i can slounge and be lazy :)
You're welcome. [ And she had to chuckle. ] Well, I'm glad I could prove a more interesting distraction. [ She gestured to her own clothing before reaching for his belt. ] A little assistance, comrade? [ She never minded the touch of his hands on her skin. ]
Re: much, ty. mondays are one of my days off, so i can slounge and be lazy :)
Perhaps I will just do this until you have finished. [ and then his hands curve around her waist, splaying out and covering more of her skin. ]
Hopefully you do not mind.