I Have Some Secrets No One Should Know.
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8 years ago
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AU: Your Future Was Me [@ivananddmitri]

ivananddmitri:

inheritorofmemories:

As she waits for Ivan, Natasha takes another sip from her glass - the Amontillado isn’t too bad. Certainly more drinkable than some of the swill they’ve endured across Europe. She watches him return, eyes trailing over his new attire. “Good choice,” she smirks, holding her glass in a remote toast before taking another sip, letting her head fall back in relaxation - or as close as she gets. “This was a good idea,” she murmurs, brushing her hair back. “Will you cut my hair later?”

Ivan’s smile grew at her comments. “Of course, and I’m glad you approve of both the break, and my choice of attire.” Taking another sip from his Amontillado, which he enjoyed nearly as much as the Poe story that involved it, he watched looked Natalia over slowly. Even when doing nothing but sitting in a chair, beauty radiated off of her, and made her impossible for Ivan to pull his eyes away from. He set his glass down on the table, then stood from his chair and walked over stand just behind hers. Silently, he placed his hands down on her shoulders and began to massage them slowly. The tension they held was immense, which wasn’t surprising when he considered the last few missions they had been on. Ivan decided that one of his goals for this time off was to get rid of the tension in every inch of her, starting with the shoulders.

Natasha can feel him watching her, his gaze searing every inch of exposed skin. The love and lust mingle together at the touch of his hands, and she’s always been relatively easy in his hands - well, comparatively so. She lets her head fall back, opening her eyes slowly to look up at him as he works the kinks from her shoulders. “I’ve trained you well,” she teases, scanning over every inch of the familiar, beloved face. Natasha was never supposed to fall in love, but Natalia has. Only Ivan could reduce her to this, and only in their most private of moments. She reaches back, touching her palm to his face. “куда вы идете, я иду,"she tells him softly, almost inaudible. She’s not one for making promises like that, but in the stillness of the moment, she can’t help but do so.