He's close enough on the music and she jams out quietly and eats her snacks and shoots him looks that could mean anything. Natasha honestly likes that she doesn't have to fill their silences. It makes Steve the easiest of her real friends to just be with, and that's important for someone who constantly has to monitor herself.
Their little house is quaint and quiet and it's hard for her to sleep until the dog leaps up to lay across the foot of the bed. She drifts off soon after that, curled in on herself slightly and facing away from Steve. Between the warmth of the mutt and the heat Steve's body is throwing off she's out in seconds, and has a blissfully dreamless night. Not that she's all that prone to nightmares herself. At most, she'd have a disturbing memory surface now and again that she couldn't shake, but it was nothing like this.
She's awake the instant he shifts, always mapping movement around her even unconscious. Her finger rolls out to touch her wedding ring and she sighs, waiting until he is out of the room to sit up. The dog is long gone, laying by the door after Steve so rudely woke her. Slowly, Nat pushes the blankets aside and clambers out of bed herself, following Steve to the bathroom since he left the door open. Her hand grips the doorframe lightly as she offers him a sleepy gaze full of empathy and understanding, expression easier to read than usual so early in the morning (or was it still considered late at night?)
"Hey," she offers noncommittally, putting the ball in his court. If he asked her to leave him alone, she would, but she'd rather see if she could at least help somehow. Even if it were something as simple as providing a distraction. She's good at those...
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Date: 2016-03-30 03:28 am (UTC)Their little house is quaint and quiet and it's hard for her to sleep until the dog leaps up to lay across the foot of the bed. She drifts off soon after that, curled in on herself slightly and facing away from Steve. Between the warmth of the mutt and the heat Steve's body is throwing off she's out in seconds, and has a blissfully dreamless night. Not that she's all that prone to nightmares herself. At most, she'd have a disturbing memory surface now and again that she couldn't shake, but it was nothing like this.
She's awake the instant he shifts, always mapping movement around her even unconscious. Her finger rolls out to touch her wedding ring and she sighs, waiting until he is out of the room to sit up. The dog is long gone, laying by the door after Steve so rudely woke her. Slowly, Nat pushes the blankets aside and clambers out of bed herself, following Steve to the bathroom since he left the door open. Her hand grips the doorframe lightly as she offers him a sleepy gaze full of empathy and understanding, expression easier to read than usual so early in the morning (or was it still considered late at night?)
"Hey," she offers noncommittally, putting the ball in his court. If he asked her to leave him alone, she would, but she'd rather see if she could at least help somehow. Even if it were something as simple as providing a distraction. She's good at those...