"You said you were cold..." She doesn't know why she feels like she has to explain her actions, but she's shuffling after him and pressing the second cup into his hands. Her hand trails over his bicep on the way back and she smiles softly in the dimly lit room. God, he looks good. Natasha takes one look and forgets everything else she'd been about to say.
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Date: 2016-04-30 03:14 am (UTC)