Her smile turns warm once more, a slow transition that seems to light up her face little by little until the ghosts of her own mind seem once more far away. Or at least driven off for the time being. Natasha's nails drag gently against his scalp as she continues to run her fingers through his hair.
"We could make a game out of it if you did." She teases, a dig at her own sins perhaps, but one that is made in good humor rather than guilt. "I do enjoy competing with you."
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Date: 2016-09-15 05:08 pm (UTC)"We could make a game out of it if you did." She teases, a dig at her own sins perhaps, but one that is made in good humor rather than guilt. "I do enjoy competing with you."