She knew he was treading on something deeper, knew there was more to this offer than there appeared to be on the surface, but he was deflecting and she let him. She liked the playful air that had fallen over them and was happy to continue that a while longer.
“Well, if my flying is as good as my driving you should be in for a wild ride,” she replied, squirming slightly when he nibbled at her neck.
The Russian thing had mostly been a joke, though Natasha did still live her life according to bargains and compromises. She liked to barter, to trade services; she didn’t like being left feeling like she owed any debts. She knew sometimes people just did things because they wanted to, because it made them feel good to help, but that was not how she was raised and it was not an easy lesson to get over.
“You’ll never get better if you don’t practice,” she said. “Though I kind of enjoy your pronunciation.” Mostly because, yes, it was that bad.
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“Well, if my flying is as good as my driving you should be in for a wild ride,” she replied, squirming slightly when he nibbled at her neck.
The Russian thing had mostly been a joke, though Natasha did still live her life according to bargains and compromises. She liked to barter, to trade services; she didn’t like being left feeling like she owed any debts. She knew sometimes people just did things because they wanted to, because it made them feel good to help, but that was not how she was raised and it was not an easy lesson to get over.
“You’ll never get better if you don’t practice,” she said. “Though I kind of enjoy your pronunciation.” Mostly because, yes, it was that bad.