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[orangetoughguy]

Action!

[Mr. Orange is running a couple errands around town on his very nice and easy and open off-work Sunday. There's mistletoe out around the City but it's like two weeks before Christmas so that's not unusual at all, right?!]

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[duplicities]

[ damn it.

there's really not a lot for her to do in this situation beyond wrap her arms around his neck and just kiss him back, slow and thorough. and curse this mistletoe to hell and back. ]

[orangetoughguy]

[Slow, thorough, and possibly eventually open mouthed. He only hopes she doesn't thoroughly kick his ass afterward because these hands are going over her waist, then running up her back. Maybe he can feel out if she wears a bra that opens from the back or if she's wearing one at all.]

[duplicities]

[ her fingers are digging into his shoulders, pulling him close. she is so absolutely aware that they're acting like a pair of teenagers and the realization doesn't do much to improve her humor. she bites him once, in warning, the moment his fingers slide over the strap of her bra. watch yourself, mr. orange. ]

[orangetoughguy]

[Oh she bites. Biting is nice. At least it makes his fingertips travel back down to her waist and oh, Natasha, oh.]

...... [Leaning back just enough to breathe. Um. Clearly he forgot why he told her to wait.] .....

[duplicities]

[ and natasha just looks back at him. ]

Is there anything else you need?

[orangetoughguy]

No...

[Orange replies sheepishly before reaching out to at least help straighten her clothing. Dust dust. Smooth smooth. There we go.]

...Have a nice day.

[duplicities]

Thank you.

[ what in the world just happened here... ]