[ Typically, Natasha feels the same way before a date as she does before a fight: there's a slight readiness in her step, an ever-present buzz of anticipatory excitement humming away in the background and of course, there's that sudden lift when it's officially go-time. When the doorbell rings, she feels that lift.
For tonight, Natasha has tried to go fairly casual; a button-up purple shirt and some particularly clingy dark jeans. When she answers the door, her small smile instantly widening to a grin. Carol really is beautiful, and Natasha's voice is heavy with flirtation from the first word. ]
I guess we'll find out, won't we?
[ Natasha reaches out and boldly hooks her finger into Carol's belt, tugging her forward into the apartment. ]
C'mon in. We'll pre-game before the Uber gets here.
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For tonight, Natasha has tried to go fairly casual; a button-up purple shirt and some particularly clingy dark jeans. When she answers the door, her small smile instantly widening to a grin. Carol really is beautiful, and Natasha's voice is heavy with flirtation from the first word. ]
I guess we'll find out, won't we?
[ Natasha reaches out and boldly hooks her finger into Carol's belt, tugging her forward into the apartment. ]
C'mon in. We'll pre-game before the Uber gets here.