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corralinesage · 2 days ago

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Learning you by heart (8/?)

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Chapter 7: The Grinch at the Christmas market

Natasha held you in her embrace as you leaned into her side, her hand in your hair, playing with the messy locks that she herself had tousled up. It was silent around you, the TV volume at the lowest possible level so that it wouldn’t disturb your sleeping form that was curled up against her. Natasha looked around the decorated living room, the movie playing in front of her failing to maintain her interests. The Christmas lights created a dark golden glow into the house, the warmth of your body and the lingering smell of cookies providing Natasha with everything she might have needed to relax, but she couldn’t. Not when you were in her arms, her overheated mind whirring like the machinery of a busy factory. She didn’t know what she was doing. She was already in love with you. She had been in love with you from the moment she had seen you despite knowing that you weren’t the person she had once married. However, she couldn’t ignore the similarities either. You were still the same Y/N. You were still the person she was looking for regardless of any altered minor details. She wanted you desperately because without you she had nothing. She had no one else with her in her new life. She would have to begin from ground zero if she wanted her life to have any kind of meaning. The Avengers didn’t exist, her skill set wasn’t needed in this reality. She desperately wanted to have a purpose, and you just so happened to be it. You were the thing she was chasing, the very reason she now found herself in a strange reality, and as exciting as that was, it was scary. What if things didn’t work out? What if you weren’t meant to be in every reality?

You moved, adjusting yourself in your sleep to burrow closer to Natasha, your face nuzzling more into her breast than her shoulder where it had originally been. She felt a jolt of excitement go through her, her cheeks heating as she tightened her arm around you. It was like old times. It was like past Christmases when you fell asleep in her arms after eating too many snacks and losing to the battle of keeping your eyelids open. It was everything that Natasha had been looking for, everything that her soul had been craving for ever since your passing. She closed her eyes, dispelling every confusing, ethically concerned thought from her head to focus fully on your soft and warm body against hers, the smell of your perfume that sometimes reached her nose, and the quiet breathing that warmed up the fabric of her shirt with every puff.

Natasha didn’t sleep much, but she did manage to drift in and out of sleep during the early morning hours when her racing brain was finally worn down enough to stop functioning. She was nonetheless very thankful for the dreamless sleep that she had managed to get when she blinked open her eyes, immediately recognizing the weight that was pressed up against her body. She was horizontally on the couch, your legs tangled up with hers, your face pressed into her side, your hand on chest, right over the lower set of ribs. She couldn’t help but smile, her grin facing the ceiling as she stroked her hand over your head. The feeling of joy in her heart was so overwhelmingly wonderful that all she could do was close her eyes and enjoy the feel of your body touching her own, your head resting against her side. She didn’t know how you had ended up in such a position during the night, but she did not care in the slightest. She had not been as happy since all the trauma she had gone through.

You responded to her movement, starting to stir awake from your slumber, your face heating furiously as you slowly came to and realized that you were nuzzling your face into something other than a pillow. You were between her and the couch, your body on its side, leg draped over her thigh, your hand gripping her front like you were clutching a pillow —something you had always done as a habit ever since your toddler years. Only this time your pillow was something else, someone else.

“Oh, my god”, you whispered under your breath as you slowly pulled away, realizing that your fingertips had been way too close to groping her breast, a delicious warmth pooling in Natasha’s lower abdomen at the rasp in your voice. You caught her gaze by accident after intending to discreetly escape the situation. Instead of witnessing a look of disgust or disapproval, she simply smiled at you.

“Shh, malyshka (baby).” She kept you close to her by rubbing her hand over your arm, prompting you to still. She didn’t want you to waste a second on feeling embarrassed when your cuddles were all that she could ever need. “Did you sleep well?” She sank her hand into your hair, scratching your scalp gently, her heart bursting with happiness to see the way your eyes fluttered shut on their own. It was amusing that you couldn’t seem to escape your mannerisms even across realities. How could you not melt into her when she spoke to you so sweetly, and touched you so delicately, yet so firmly?

“Yes”, you sighed, allowing your head to droop down, resting your forehead against her abdomen. You were still all too groggy to really function, the thrill you got from Natasha’s attention only adding fuel to the fire. You felt like melting into her. “Did you?”

“I slept amazing.” It was true. She couldn’t have felt better even if she had tried to because you were quickly filling up the dark abyss, the black hole that her heart had become.

“I’m sorry if I was a little… handsy.” Your word choice made her laugh.

“More than alright, darling.” She stroked her hands over the back of your head. “I like a handsy woman.” Your cheeks felt warmer once again.

“Me too”, you whispered. You looked at each other, feeling a sense of shyness build up between you. It was so obvious that you liked each other, yet you were still nervous to make advances. It was exciting but slightly nerve-racking to be so close to her and breach the barriers of intimacy that normally existed between new acquaintances. There was so much you wanted from her, so much you wanted to do with her, but she made you feel a childish kind of thrill that knocked down your confidence. You wanted her to like you because you liked her, and that made you flustered. You gave her a small smile, one that came off coy before allowing yourself the pleasure to lower yourself back down onto the couch when she started rubbing your back with her hand, both of you able to enjoy the physical connection better knowing it was welcomed by both parties. You yawned heavily, hiding your face against her to cover up your rather obvious sign of exhaustion.

“Go back to sleep. You still have, what, half the day until you need to be on the stage again.” You mumbled something in response. Natasha smiled to herself. You had always been a sleepy one.

“I wanted to go to the Christmas market with you today.” Your breath warmed up Natasha’s side as you spoke.

“Christmas market?” She frowned in mild confusion, tilting her chin down to see you. “The Grinch going to the Christmas market. I better warn them ahead”, she mused playfully, earning a small slap from you.

“I’m not the Grinch.”

“Alright, Grinch. We’ll go to the Christmas market. I’ll wake you in thirty.” You nodded your head against her side, your body falling limp in a heartbeat. Natasha had always been rather jealous of your ability to sleep anywhere and everywhere. One place where you were almost impossible to keep awake at was her embrace. It made Natasha almost laugh out loud when she recalled a time you had both made an agreement not to cuddle during movies so that you would stay awake to see the end of it. The cuddling ban had never worked. It had only made you clingier, resulting in a tension that stole all your focus away from the movie. The weight of your body on hers felt right. It felt like it belonged there. It grounded Natasha in the new reality that she was to make her home. She brought her hand back into your hair, playing with the locks, twirling them between her fingers before moving on to drawing circles into your back as she thought about her predicament, her previous life, and all the little moments she had shared with you, feeling just a little better than she had at night.

Fifteen minutes into you catching up on sleep, the front door to the brownstone opened and closed, letting Wanda in from her night out in the city. The disheveled appearance of your roommate brought a small smirk to Natasha’s lips, but other than that she did not react, wishing to let Wanda choose whether to approach her or not. Wanda set her bag down and took off her scarf and coat to hang them up on the coat rack. It took her a second before she noticed you and Natasha on the couch, a small smile finding her face, but it was quickly wiped away when her gaze met Natasha’s. Wanda came slowly into the living room, as if hesitantly, making sure to walk quietly to avoid disturbing you. She and Natasha looked at each other, Wanda’s calculating eyes never easing up on Natasha.

“You’re not from here, are you?” It was rather straightforward, but Natasha had also expected it. She had recognized the look of suspicion and doubt on Wanda’s face upon first meeting her. You might not have actually believed Wanda to be a psychic, but Natasha had no doubt about the validity of that information, yet she wanted to keep her past concealed and try her best not to involve you or Wanda, or anyone for that matter, in any of it. “Don’t lie.” Natasha was taken aback by Wanda’s firm tone. It was as if she had been inside of Natasha’s head to see her construct a credible lie. Natasha gave up, knowing there was no way around Wanda.

“No, I’m not from here.” Natasha shook her head in emphasis. Somehow, they seemed to both know that here entailed that there was some other place, a place that the average person was incapable of reaching.

“I can tell you mean no harm”, Wanda continued, her eyes moving down to your sleeping figure. “But whatever baggage you come with, whatever brought you here, don’t involve her in it.” Natasha’s face was contorted into a sad frown as she looked down at your relaxed features.

“It’s too late.” Wanda looked away, pursing her lips as if in defeat, nodding in understanding, the gesture exuding disappointment. There was a brief silence that took over, both women contemplating what Natasha’s presence entailed. Wanda was just about to leave the living room when Natasha spoke.

“Do you know about it all?” Natasha couldn’t help but to ask since the topic had already been brought up for discussion. “About what happened?”

“No, but I know that this isn’t the only reality I exist in. And the same goes for you and her.” The look on Wanda’s face seemed to convey that the pieces weren’t hard for her to put together. “Keep her out of the multiverse. I mean it. Her life is good here.”

“I know it is. I don’t want to take her away from it. I want to be a part of it.” Natasha could see from Wanda’s face that she understood where Natasha was coming from. It was almost like she could feel just a fraction of her pain, but her attitude did not mirror it.

“You’re not from here.” The words seemed to speak for themselves. Natasha wasn’t welcome. “If you hurt her, I will make sure that whatever this is, ends.” She pointed at you and her, an earnest look on her face. “You do not get to pick and choose what you want from each reality. You should stick to what you got.”

“It was your idea”, Natasha shot back, displeased by Wanda’s stubbornness. “You brought me here. I cannot leave.”

“I’m…” Wanda sighed heavily as if frustrated with the misbehaving versions of herself from other realities. She remained quiet and in thought for a moment. “What I said still stands. I need some time to… think.” Wanda backed away from the living room, clearly still gathering herself from her night out. Hopefully Natasha was reading Wanda’s tone right and she had just amended at least a part of herself to Wanda.

“How was Monica?” Natasha asked in a slightly teasing tone before Wanda could leave.

“Shut up.” Wanda rolled her eyes, clearly trying to dislike Natasha to the best of her abilities, but Wanda walked up the stairs with a foolish grin on her face. Maybe there was still a chance of persuading Wanda. It couldn’t have been that hard. Especially since she seemed to have an understanding of the multiverse. Doing her best to keep the recent conversation with Wanda off her mind, she focused back on you, deciding to savor every last second she had with you before you would be up and about, out of her reach, at least cuddle-wise.

“Good morning, detka (baby). Time to wake up”, she hummed in her low voice, rubbing your arm and back a little more aggressively to wake you up. She had already taken an extra five minutes with you for herself. You blinked your eyes open, registering the even thud of her heart right beside your head. It was a low, rich sound that felt oddly comforting so close to your ear. You let out a long sigh, preparing yourself to get up and seize the day.

“Mmh, come on, darling.” The endearment brought a warmth to your chest, the jolt of excitement that went through you enough to make you want to get up. You had half a day to spend with her.

“I’m up”, you whined, dragging yourself upright to bring your groggy face and messy hair into her view. She smiled brighter than you had possibly ever seen her smile, her hand coming up to cup your cheek before attempting to tame some of your hair. You got up and headed straight for the bathroom to make sure you looked and smelled presentable, giving Natasha the opportunity to do the same. Not that she wasn’t already overly comfortable with you. She came into the kitchen five minutes after you to watch you make coffee as she sat at the dinner table with her chin in the palm of her hand, admiring you rather unabashedly. You glanced at her, feeling your cheeks warm up from the look on her face, immediately recalling the kisses, the cuddles, the words she had said the previous night.

“What do you wanna eat?” Natasha eyed you for a moment longer before responding.

“I’ll eat anything. Whatever you have.” You noticed the way her eyes lingered on your fluffy robe that you had changed into to get a little more comfortable for the morning. “Cute.” She didn’t elaborate, simply smiled again as she got up from the table to come help you with breakfast.

“We have all the basics.”

“I’m good with coffee and some bread”, Natasha hummed, spotting a loaf of bread that peeked from a bag Wanda had tossed onto the counter after work. Natasha moved behind you, her hand brushing over your shoulder as she kissed your hair, gently moving you out of the way to grab the bread. You could barely breathe after that, dumbly staring ahead at the pot of coffee that you were holding in your hand, ready to pour into a mug for her.

“W-Wanda’s bread is really good.” How dumb of you to try to stutter anything when you felt like you suddenly knew what the physical feeling of love felt like.

“I would love to visit her bakery someday.” She simply carried on with the conversation, her hand brushing down your back over the fluffy robe. “Thank you for the coffee, detka (baby).” Her voice was velvety smooth when she spoke so close to you, the tone low and intimate. You looked down at your hands to realize you had indeed poured her a cup before handing it to her.

You didn’t really think about what you did next, not that you could have made your brain function anyway, pressing your lips on hers in a hasty, sort of clumsy kiss that you definitely were embarrassed by, but Natasha welcomed it with open arms. You pulled away quickly after realizing how sudden and awkward the kiss had been, but Natasha simply let out a quiet chuckle as she opened her eyes to see you. She noted how flustered you looked, but she did not seem to feel the same way, her smile only widening as she set the cup of coffee back down on the counter and took a step closer to you to erase the gap between you. She brought her hand up to your cheek, leaning in for another kiss as if to properly give you what you had been looking for. Her lips connected with your own, gently at first, simply allowing you to feel their softness and warmth. You melted into her, your hands finding her waist, body leaning into her embrace as your cheeks heated up. That’s when she deepened the kiss, her tongue slipping past your lips to meet your own, turning your knees into jelly with that single action. Your heart began to flutter, your lips parting wider for more of the dizzying touch of her tongue, but she pulled away. She admired your flushed expression for a moment as you waited with bated breath for more, her thumb caressing your lower lip briefly before grabbing her mug of coffee.

“I won’t bite, baby.” She gave you a teasing smirk as if to tell you to keep up your brave advances before returning to the table with her coffee and bread to cut a few slices for you both. You grabbed the edge of the kitchen counter for support, putting conscious effort into not squeezing your thighs together. You let out a small, awkward chuckle hiding your face by going to the fridge to cool off and find toppings for the bread. You loaded the table with butter, jams, spreads, ham, cheese and anything else one might have wanted on top of bread before toasting a few of the slices of leftover sourdough she had cut for you. Finally, after finding plates and cutlery, you took a seat opposite of Natasha as she was smearing butter over a slice of crispy bread, watching the spread melt and seep into the bread. You grabbed a slice for yourself, selecting your favorite toppings to go with it.

“So, what’s at the Christmas market?” Natasha asked in curiosity, taking a bite of her butter and jam toast.

“Nothing. I’ve just never been.” You omitted the fact that you wanted to please her by choosing Christmas themed activities for you to do.

“Really? Did you have one in mind?” She took a sip of her steaming coffee, those emerald eyes observing you carefully. She looked beautiful in the golden, morning sunlight that made her pale skin glow and her auburn hair shine.

“The Bryant Park Christmas village. I saw something about it a while back.” You moved your leg as you got more comfortable on the dinner table chair, your fluffy-sock-covered foot touching hers beneath the table. Just that small bit of contact made your cheeks warm, the effect intensifying when her eyes met yours. She allowed her foot to stroke yours, a small smile finding her lips. She had a matching pair of socks that you had lended her after you had both frozen your toes off on the front steps the previous night.

“I haven’t been this year either.” Her touch was gentle, her fluffy sock softening the contact. You saw the slight blush on her cheeks, her smile deepening alongside the tension between you. You took a bite of your toast to distract yourself, but it did nothing to alleviate the butterflies in your abdomen. You moved your foot up her calf, hiding behind your mug of coffee. You continued your silent conversation beneath the table as you ate, sharing shy glances and smiles with each other as your fluffy-socked feet danced around each other.

•••

The decorations were gorgeous in the Bryant Park winter village, all the bright lights and baubles around you creating an overwhelmingly festive atmosphere around you. Natasha’s hand found your lower back to guide you in front of her to get through the concentration of people in front of you, her hand returning into your own after you had passed through the crowd. You looked around you, marveling at the lively energy of the people, Christmas music blasting everywhere. It was definitely something you had not quite expected from a marketplace. You had expected it to be rather mundane, but you had been oh-so wrong. There was so much to see that it was downright baffling. There was a carousel, booths upon booths of food, decorations, and other types of handcrafted goods that made your jaw drop from how beautiful they were. There were cookies, candy, drinks, donuts, cakes, chocolate, savory food options beyond measure, even performances. You had never realized how huge the winter village was. You had never known what you had been missing out on. Natasha gave you a knowing smirk as you walked through the narrow aisles, admiring all the decorations, smelling all the delicious scents around you, simply doing your best to take in as much as possible to savor the thrilling experience.

“I wonder where people got those hot chocolates from”, you hummed quietly, Natasha leaning a bit closer to you to hear you better.

“Does the Grinch want a Christmas treat?” She asked in a teasing retort that made you punch her in the arm. She laughed unabashedly.

“I’m not the Grinch. I just want hot chocolate. Did you see they put a toasted marshmallow on top?” You turned to look at her, your gleaming eyes laced with excitement.

“I did see.” She nodded her head, glancing around her, soon spotting the booth that had a small line to it, people who exited the stand leaving with mugs topped with marshmallow. “This way, darling”, she hummed, her hands guiding you into the right direction. Every time she found an excuse to touch you, you felt your heart jolt in your chest from excitement, purposefully lingering close to her just so you could be near her as much as possible. You found it incredibly endearing that she liked giving your lower back an unnecessary stroke when you took a turn or entered a shop. It felt oddly intimate and caring. You came to a stop in front of the booth, eyeing the options available.

“It’s so big. It’s probably gonna be too sweet”, you lamented, but before you even managed to quite finish your sentence, Natasha was on it.

“I’ll share it with you.” She turned to look at you, your smile only widening.

You continued to walk around the village, sharing the marshmallow-loaded hot chocolate between you as you went from booth to booth, admiring the Christmas ornaments on display before buying a few treats to take home for the evening. After the hot chocolate was gone Natasha managed to coax you to ride the carousel. You sat side by side on two separate horses that bounced up and down as the carousels spun around at a moderate pace. You looked at Natasha, unable to tear your eyes away from her as she went gently up and down in your vision, the carousel music filling up the silence as you just looked at Natasha’s gorgeous face, the lights and the spinning sights of the market flashing by behind her. You had no words for her beauty, no words for the feeling inside you. There was nothing you could say, nothing you could think because all your attention was consumed by Natasha’s ethereal being.

“What?” She asked quietly, just loudly enough for you to hear over the music.

“You look angelic.” It was the honest truth. There was no way around it. She smiled, her jade eyes escaping your reach as she looked away, her reddened cheeks seeming to get just a shade darker. She didn’t respond, but she didn’t have to. Her blush spoke for itself. By the end of your tour around the marketplace, you ended up at the root of a giant Christmas tree. You and Natasha stared up at it in awe, taking in the magnificent sight before you. It was almost too beautiful to be true. Your eyes went from one red bauble to another, the lights, the golden ornaments giving you enough to look to last the whole day. You backed away slightly to be able to see the large star at the very top of the tree, feeling so small beside the incredible sight before you.

“I love the golden bauble garland”, you commented softly, watching how said decorations wrapped around the entire tree.

“Me too. And the snowflakes”, she hummed, tearing her gaze away from the tree to look at you. Your eyes met, a small smile finding your lips as you turned to face her, recalling her comment from breakfast. Your kisses were welcome. She would not bite you. Her smile only widened when your eyes dipped down to her lips, a sudden excitement bubbling between you at the thought of kissing the other.

You let out a small chuckle as you leaned in, wishing to make the moment by the tree even more significant and more memorable. Your lips pressed together, her warm mouth welcoming you into a slow and sensual kiss that allowed you to feel every movement of her lips as she carefully sucked on your bottom lip. You kissed a few times, your lips parting just enough to only fit her lip between your own. The kiss stayed gentle, Natasha’s lips spreading into a wide grin that made it hard for her to kiss you back. She giggled quietly, a sound that tickled your ear in the most pleasant way possible. You pulled back to look at her, failing to contain your own grin as you just looked at each other, her hands reaching for your waist to bring you closer to her body. You glanced at the sublime tree beside you, Natasha’s eyes following your line of sight before you faced each other again, managing to wipe off your silly grins to be able to kiss each other again. She gripped your waist firmly enough for you to feel it through your coat, your mouths pressing together once more, her tongue pushing up against your lips in a dizzying caress that made your stomach lurch from arousal.

You had to pull away, the thoughts that flashed through your mind all too risky for the public, a sheepish smile lingering on your lips as you looked Natasha in the eye, your hips burning with such fervent need for more as they pressed gently up against hers. She had a smug, little smirk on her face as if she would have known exactly why you had pulled away, as if she had noticed something specific you did that gave your predicament away. You pursed your lips, trying to wipe off the smile from your face, but you didn’t quite manage as the heat inside you spread all over your body, Natasha pressing a final kiss to your forehead before pulling you away from the tree to go back to the final booths of decorations before you would inevitably have to leave so that you could head to work on time.

“Somehow we always end up doing Christmas related things”, Natasha commented casually as you once again strolled through the booths, this time toward the exit. “Does that bother the Grinch?” You rolled your eyes, nudging her a little.

“Actually no.” You chuckled when she nudged you back, nearly making you stumble over your feet. “Because I’m not the Grinch. It’s just Christmas. It’s nothing special.”

“You say that now…” Natasha hummed ominously, knowing full well that there was a little Christmas elf inside you that was just waiting to be let out of her cage.

“Why are you so adamant about me liking Christmas?”

“I’m not.” You gave her a look. “Seriously. You just seem the type to enjoy pointless traditions.” You couldn’t do anything but giggle, she was such a tease. You walked to the end of the aisle of booths, one of the stands catching your eye right before you were to exit the village. Your eyes remained glued on the beautiful ornament that hung from the ceiling of the booth among a wide variety of unique baubles. Your attention was stuck on a bright red glass ball that had golden carvings all around it. The thin gold lines were detailed and curved beautifully around the ornament, but they also left a good amount of the glass bare which allowed you to see through the ball when the booth’s lights hit it just right. It made the glass glow blood red, the effect reminding you vaguely of the way sunlight reflected from Natasha’s hair.

“What is it?” You had gone quiet, prompting Natasha’s to figure out what had derailed your conversation.

“N… nothing”, you mumbled as you took slow steps forward, intending to leave the beautiful decoration behind because you really did not need it, but Natasha knew that look in your eyes. She steered you right to the vendor as if by accident, focusing on all the other decorations while you stared up at your red glass ball. After a while of you admiring the ornament, Natasha came to your side.

“You should buy it.” You glanced at her as if to check if she was seeing what you were seeing.

“Maybe for Wanda. She would love it.” You could buy it for Wanda so that you could take it home and look at it all you wanted. It made more sense than buying it for yourself since you didn’t celebrate Christmas.

“Yeah, for Wanda”, Natasha said in a slightly mockery tone that slipped by you. It was so obvious that if you were going to buy it, you would never end up giving it to Wanda. Your eyes were practically gleaming with desire.

“You wanna take it down?” The vendor-man asked you after deciding to seize the opportunity to make another sale for the day. Natasha nodded her head before you could even answer. You felt a bit dumbfounded, like you were wasting everyone’s time, but when the vendor placed the stark red ball into your hands you felt yourself relent.

“I’ll get it for Wanda.”

“For Wanda.” Natasha nodded solemnly, biting back her smile as you bought the ornament, paying for it as the vendor wrapped it up and placed it into a paper bag. You said your goodbyes and exited the winter village right after. You were planning on taking a thirty-minute walk to the Metropolitan Opera House where you would part ways.

You walked through the city hand in hand, chatting casually about your impressions of the marketplace as you made your way north, navigating your way toward Lincoln Square by memory, all too familiar with Manhattan to need any kind of directions. Natasha’s heart felt light as she watched your hands swing back and forth between you. She was beyond pleased to be holding your hand, her smile seeming to linger on her lips no matter how much she tried to keep her features neutral to appear at least somewhat normal, but she couldn’t deny the excitement, the joy and the thrill she felt. She was falling in love with you all over again. She was relearning what –or rather whom– she had once known by heart, and it was better than she had anticipated. It felt more right than she had imagined. You felt like you, and she felt like herself. All seemed to be right in the world, or at least whenever you two were in your own little bubble of Christmas nonsense. She thought about your kiss by the Christmas tree, her mind wandering as you talked about the variety of cuisine available at the market, planning on having lunch there someday. Natasha felt her knees give in at the mere thought of the kiss. Your lips were so delicious, so irresistible that it took everything in her not to kiss you harder, deeper, and for longer. She glanced at your face, a slight, adoring frown appearing on her own at the look on your face as you brought up a few booths you would want to give a try. Her gaze moved down to your lips and then it moved away from them when she felt a visceral reaction somewhere south of her abdomen.

Over half an hour later, to your utter dismay, you reached the Metropolitan Opera House, despite your efforts at slowing down your walking pace. You didn’t want to part from Natasha. You really did not. The last thing you wanted to do was to get on stage and sing when you had something much more prevalent on your mind, or rather someone. But alas, you had no choice. You needed to show up at work because the entire production was counting on your appearance. You both paused by the front doors where you had seen her exit what felt like an eternity ago.

“I kind of don’t want to go in”, you admitted, looking down at your joint hands, reluctant to let go.

“Yeah”, Natasha echoed quietly, meeting your gaze, offering you an assuring smile. You were clearly on the same page, your bashful smiles mirroring each other. Maybe you could prolong your little date for just a tiny bit longer.

“Would you wanna come in for some vocal warmups?” Your tone was hopeful, her brow arching up almost playfully.

“Vocal warmups, you say?” There was a hint of suggestiveness there, the ridiculous innuendo failing to slip by you as you shoved her gently toward the entrance door, ignoring the ripples of electricity that the thought of all the sounds she could elicit from you crossed your mind.

“Shut up.” You let out a long laugh, following her inside the building.

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