Natasha's kiss, short but completely sincere, made it to scatter his worries quickly. They had to get engaged in all this sooner or later. That should be a reason to look forward, actually, not to worry even more.
Showering was done quickly as usual once she had left, and with her the everlasting temptation. When he stepped out of the tub he noted in the mirror that he had been catching quite a bit of tan in the last few days. The small cuts of claws and his own lack of self control on his arm had faded to faint brighter lines on his hands and arm. In spite of the excessive eating of the first few days and a pretty lazy workout routine, his body at least didn't try to fall out of shape yet, and the tan distracted the viewer from the shadows under his eyes.
Maybe that was another reason why he loved coming to these regions. A few weeks here always snipped a good ten years off his age, at least on the outside. Not that the himself really gave a damn, but Natasha always looked so perfect by his side and more often than not she dressed up only for him, so it wasn't asked too much to put a little effort into his own appearance.
He took another few minutes to take care of hair in places where it only got in the way and shaved that catastrophe on his face into a neat little goatee, well at least as neat as he could do that himself. A little hairspray and the aftershave he knew Natasha to like on top of it... More than enough for a short trip into the nightlife.
By that time his skin already dried so he didn't bother with a towel - nothing like a little teasing before they left - before he went outside to search for something not completely ragged looking in his drawer. The evenings had become cool enough for long pants, he decided after a moment. Not bothering with underwear, he went for some black pants and a shirt in the same color that happened to be maybe just one and a half size too small.
"So... What do you say?"
He left it open on purpose what exactly he was talking about and he honestly couldn't remember anyway as soon as he entered the kitchen and saw Natasha waiting for him in that dress.
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Date: 2014-08-17 11:38 am (UTC)From:Showering was done quickly as usual once she had left, and with her the everlasting temptation. When he stepped out of the tub he noted in the mirror that he had been catching quite a bit of tan in the last few days. The small cuts of claws and his own lack of self control on his arm had faded to faint brighter lines on his hands and arm. In spite of the excessive eating of the first few days and a pretty lazy workout routine, his body at least didn't try to fall out of shape yet, and the tan distracted the viewer from the shadows under his eyes.
Maybe that was another reason why he loved coming to these regions. A few weeks here always snipped a good ten years off his age, at least on the outside. Not that the himself really gave a damn, but Natasha always looked so perfect by his side and more often than not she dressed up only for him, so it wasn't asked too much to put a little effort into his own appearance.
He took another few minutes to take care of hair in places where it only got in the way and shaved that catastrophe on his face into a neat little goatee, well at least as neat as he could do that himself. A little hairspray and the aftershave he knew Natasha to like on top of it... More than enough for a short trip into the nightlife.
By that time his skin already dried so he didn't bother with a towel - nothing like a little teasing before they left - before he went outside to search for something not completely ragged looking in his drawer. The evenings had become cool enough for long pants, he decided after a moment. Not bothering with underwear, he went for some black pants and a shirt in the same color that happened to be maybe just one and a half size too small.
"So... What do you say?"
He left it open on purpose what exactly he was talking about and he honestly couldn't remember anyway as soon as he entered the kitchen and saw Natasha waiting for him in that dress.
"Oh fuck... You're trying to kill me, right?"