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8 years ago
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hmtvesperlynd:

inheritorofmemories:

Natasha’s arms slip easily around Vesper’s waist, aware that almost every eye on the room is on them. Good. Better to hide in plain sight - no one ever suspects it, and the proximity is useful for undetectable conversation. She leans forward, movement of her body unconscious and never relenting. “We couldn’t break through the file on Quantum,” Natasha admits, although to all the world it looks like endearments murmured in a lover’s ear. While it may be too late, she decides that aversion is the best course, and she cradles Versper’s back, drawing the other’s face into the crook of her neck. She’s never had an undercover that’s flowed so seemlessly, and she’s beginning to wonder if this could possibly go off without blowing her cover. “Tell me about it. But first laugh, as though I’ve said something amusing. They’re watching us, like everybody else.”

Vesper frowned lightly, meeting Romanoff’s eyes with a hint of fear, but with a smile too nonetheless. Fear of those who dealt with things much stronger than themselves. “I do not doubt that. They are a powerful organization with members everywhere”, she affirmed. Vesper always feared that they would regroup and try to cut out loose ends — namely, herself. Almost dying once was enough. Vesper’s arms tightened a little around her neck, as the conversation made Vesper feel fearful the more they talked. Hearing her final words, Vesper did what she was told, chuckling softly, closer to Romanoff’s ears before turning her face to the side and taking in the scent that came off the red waves of the agent’s hair. “I… gave them a great deal of money in the past, millions, straight from Her Majesty’s treasury, after fooling an MI6 agent into trusting me. It probably financed more than I’d like to know”, she confessed, her voice above a whisper.

“As are we,” Natasha assures her, a strange kind of protectiveness emerging as Vesper’s arms tighten around her neck. Her own grip tightens for a moment on the other woman’s back, and while such reassurance is odd, it’s not unpleasant. “You’re in our protection now, whatever that entails.” She means it too - and Natasha isn’t loyal quickly. Her loyalty is hard won, yet she knows that she recognises a part of who she could have been in the woman in her arms. The laughter sends a small shiver down her spine, breath warm on her ear, but she suppresses it with hard won expertise. Nodding at the confession, her gaze darts to the men to check that they have stayed in place. “It’s not the worst of sins, however it feels,” she answers, matching Vesper’s tone. Her own keep her awake at night sometimes; so much so that she would almost be grateful to have preserved herself as well as this woman has. Her smile, however, is perfectly preserved, as she rests her cheek against the top of Vesper’s head.