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[personal profile] fateshifted 2017-03-04 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
Alice had groaned a little, as if it was such an effort to move, but she'd shifted right over to sit on Jasper's lap instead, and they both watch her walk up the stairs with twin expressions somewhere between admiring and affectionate.

"I think we'll be okay," Alice whispers as she tucks her head under Jasper's chin and he wraps his arms around her. They stay like that, unmoving, curled together, soaking in each other's presence after so long separated. She'll tell him what it was like, but not right now. There will be plenty of time for them to spend with each other when Natasha needs to sleep, or when she's running errands, or gathering intel.

When Natasha reappears, they won't look as though they've moved an inch, because they haven't, not until she stops on the stairs and Alice looks up, and immediately hops up and hurries over to her. "Tash! You look amazing," she gushes, taking one hand and then the other to examine the rings she's collected. "If you didn't smell the same, I'd definitely need to look twice! You know, vampires are terrible at disguising themselves, our nature somehow shows through no matter what we do."

Jasper follows more slowly, hands folded neatly behind his back, to actually answer her question. "We need to know what the town thinks happened to us," he says a little briskly, something like a briefing. "They'll have noticed by now that we've been gone, but we've always been a little...unorthodox. It's more than possible they haven't thought much of it, and no one believes we're gone for good, but if they do think we've up and vanished, we need to know. It might be too risky to come back yet if that's the case."

"We'd need to wait a few decades," Alice explains calmly, as if it's a mild inconvenience. "Until the children we went to school with have all grown and their children aren't in school either. Grandchildren are okay, we can associate with grandchildren without much trouble."

Jasper nods in agreement, staying businesslike even as he also gives Natasha an interested once-over. "Carlisle worked in the clinic. The rest of us were in high school, until we graduated." He can't help the half-smile of amusement at that. "Then we all went off to colleges, so they believe, and we went a good few years without being sighted in town much at all, but we've been in this house during that time. All we need to know is if that six-week absence has been noticed, and if so, what they think caused it." A lazy smile. "Should be no trouble at all."
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[personal profile] missromanova 2017-03-04 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
Alice exclaims the name so naturally that Natasha has to reply it in her mind as if she had heard it wrong, but she hadn't and it's... simply adorable. Clint calls her Tasha, Steve calls her Nat. Tash is a new one, and the smile she gives doesn't seem to match the look that she's painted on her face. "It's the easiest way to keep people at a distance, look unapproachable." She explains to the shorter woman, her attention only moving when Jasper begins speaking. The amusement fades, his business like tone catching her attention in a way that even she doesn't realize, and after he's finished explaining everything she gives a nod. "Easy enough. ... You went to high school, here?" She asks him directly, looking a little amused by that, but she doesn't press. She has a job to do now.

"Intel, food. Shouldn't take me more than three hours, if I'm not back by then I want you both to get out of here and get as far as you can." The command comes naturally as she moves toward the garage. "But that's not going to happen. ...Probably not going to happen. I'll be back." She gives them both a shy smile before disappearing into the garage, and Natasha takes the car to drive into town.

It takes her less time than she thought. The papers are empty, she gets a simple coffee at the diner, and she watches the news that they have playing on the television behind the counter. It's the group of school girls that walk in that does it, one of them complaining about how they haven't seen Emmett around and how they don't have anything to look at in History anymore. There are theories thrown around, from camping to backpacking through Europe, but nothing negative. It's comforting.

She goes food shopping, and the man behind the register takes the entire purchase to try and hit on her, which she stops with a flat 'don't' before the sentence completely leaves his mouth. She's back within two hours, and Natasha carries all of the bags inside because more than one trip is, in her opinion, for the weak.

"I'm back," she calls out to the house as she moves into the kitchen to start putting everything away. "Either you're camping or you're backpacking through Europe," she continues, knowing that they can hear her wherever they are, "but the rumors are all manageable. Like I said, SHIELD doesn't really do getting 'caught'. Do one of you want to use that handy speed thing you've got going on, because I really don't want to take forever putting all of this away."
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[personal profile] missromanova 2017-03-04 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, there's a nice face." Natasha greets him warmly with a playful smile, and she continues to put things away as she filled Jasper in on everything that she heard and saw. "You're welcome. Where is Alice, is she out hunting?" Why is that so amusing to her? The idea of Alice, a small whirlwind of warmth, bringing down a large buck. She doesn't doubt that she can do it, but Natasha would be lying if she said the image wasn't an amusing one in her head.

She's just managed to put the last of it away when Jasper finishes his thought, and it takes Natasha a moment to realize what he's talking about. Mutts? What mutts? The first thing she does is wrack her brain on any sort of vampire lore that she's seen in pop culture despite how inaccurate most of it has proven to be, but it doesn't take her long to have a suspicion. She's seen Underworld.

"Ooooh no," she groans suddenly, grabbing the edge of the counter near the sink with one hand and dragging the wig off of her head with the other. "No. Absolutely not." She closes her eyes before she takes a deep breath, and Natasha looks at Jasper with an annoyed glare. "Jasper Whitlock Hale, I swear to christ if you are about to tell me that werewolves are a thing... are werewolves a thing?" She asks it as if it's a challenge. "Don't you dare stand there and tell me that werewolves are an actual goddamn thing."
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[personal profile] missromanova 2017-03-04 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
"No!" Natasha throws her hand in the air, eyes wide. "No, you just forgot to mention that part! You forgot to mention the werewolves, Jasper. Werewolves." She repeats it, looking up at the ceiling as if expecting answers to come from it. "There are werewolves. You're attracted to a pair of vampires and there are - oh good." She returns to the conversation once she registers what he said, "a treaty. We have a treaty, with the werewolves. And you're related, to the werewolves, that we have a treaty with, yes, fine. This is fine. You, springing the existence of werewolves on me, that's fine."

She's glaring. It is not fine.

Natasha sighs and she starts to clean up the bags that the groceries came in before pulling pins out of her hair to let it fall loosely over her shoulders. "So? How do we kill them?" She lets the question hang between them, and after a moment she rolls her eyes. "I'm not saying I'm going to, I know what a treaty is, but I need to know how to just in case. You know, insurance."
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[personal profile] missromanova 2017-03-05 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
"I see." Natasha's eyes are trained on Jasper directly as he speaks, her voice somewhat distant with a distraction that can't be placed visually. The way that he stands there, briefing her as if the soldier in him never faded... Natasha realizes what's happening a moment after, and she stands up a little straighter with a raised eyebrow when she does.

"I like it when you do that." She gestures to him, "that thing you do where you brief me instead of simply telling me something. It's probably weird that that turns me on, right? Yeah, it's probably weird." And yet she has no qualms about letting him know about it, or letting him feel it, the hint of arousal that his outward strength sets in her.

She turns to face him, head tilting to the side to let her hair fall over her shoulder, and she gives him a slow once over that she doesn't attempt to hide before her eyes fall back onto his. That sharp intensity in his stare... yes. That's what does it. "You don't like them very much, do you?" She smirks a little, and the look in her eye has changed as well. It's something more focused... almost predatory.

"I don't think we'll have to worry about them. I've killed wolves, I've killed bears. If they step out of line, we can handle it."
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[personal profile] missromanova 2017-03-05 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"Already trusting me with secrets?" Her eyebrow lifts with interest once more, and the crooked smirk she wears is a tell tale sign that she's hiding something, although Jasper wouldn't know that just yet. He'll learn. The way that he stands there smiling at her just makes that heat in her build more, but Natasha keeps it behind her wall, knowing all too well that Jasper is much too polite to go digging around there to see what he can find. Manners won't get him far when it comes to Natasha, but he'll learn that too.

"My lips are sealed. But it's good to know." She gives her head a little tilt to the side with a facial shrug, and she holds the bags that she's gathered in one hand before she starts to head to the trash. "And the fact that you're in favor, that's also good to know." She waits. Natasha gets closer to him, still keeping a foot or so between them as she passes him on the way to the trash, but as soon as she's in close proximity her walls come down with surprising abruptness and she unleashes the warm arousal he set in her all at once for him to feel as suddenly as he had felt her guilt the first night that she showed up at the cabin.

There's no pause in her stride as she throws out the plastic and moves to the fridge to get something together for her dinner. "What did I tell you about calling me that?" She continues to search what she had just purchased, as if trying to make up her mind. "It's good to know. If they cause problems for us in the future, you'll have an ally. That stays between us as well."
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[personal profile] missromanova 2017-03-06 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't know what you're talking about." She says it so dismissively that it's almost convincing, but she closes the refrigerator door with a bottle of water in her hand instead of making a decision on what she should eat and turns to reveal a knowing smile. She moves closer to him, slowly to give him a chance to back up if he has to, and Natasha leans against the counter a foot or so away from him as she twists the cap off of it. She sees what he's doing; the way that he accentuates his drawl isn't lost on her, and she knows flirting when she sees it. Even when it comes from old fashioned southern gentlemen.

"I would never use your abilities against you," she promises, obviously falsely as she keeps her walls down. It's almost as if she can concentrate on one emotion and strengthen it, because for Natasha, she almost can. Her emotional focus was something that was trained into her at a young age, and Natasha knows how to narrow in on one thing to feed off of it. Now, she's letting him feed off of it instead, and the sensation of want that's in her practically surrounds her like a particularly potent aura. Outwardly she's fine; she pauses to sip her water.

"And, my rules are different." The clarification comes with a grin, and she stares up at him with an intensity that may be strengthened by the still-there makeup of her earlier gathering of intel. "You have to follow my rules. There's repercussions if you break them." She practically bats her eyes at him as she looks up at him through thick lashes. "I'll let you off with a warning this time but in the future, remember that you've been warned. You know how to take a direct order, don't you, soldier?"
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[personal profile] missromanova 2017-03-06 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
The laugh that Natasha gives is a little more playful than her usual one, rare and genuine and almost melodic in its own quiet and contained way. He seems comfortable and Natasha is highly aware of that even if she's not showing it; she's watching his mannerisms closely. Perhaps if she were more reckless or careless of his feelings she wouldn't be so concerned, but this isn't about her safety; it's about his comfort. She knows that he doesn't like having to run off every time his hunger hits him too strong, and she knows that there's a sense of guilt in that even though he's doing it to protect her. Jasper doesn't keep his distance because he wants to, perhaps not even because he has to, but because he believes that he has to in order to keep everything safe. He does that for her, and she has no plans on showing anything but gratitude for that.

"I think someone is forgetting who he's speaking to." It's almost singsong when she speaks, and she briefly catches the corner of her lip between her teeth before releasing it and taking a few inches closer. Then she stops. She's testing his boundaries but not to push him, she's doing it for both of them. She needs to know how close she can get without making him too uncomfortable, and he needs to know how close she can get without having to freeze up and avoid breathing. It's something that they need to work on together, and a part of her wants to show him that it doesn't have to be tense and uncertain with little words on a balcony outside. They can figure it out together, because that's why she's here in the first place.

"A man never stops being a soldier. He just chooses different battles to fight." She pauses, staring up at him with a look that matches the heat radiating off of her, and Natasha moves slowly as she reaches out. Not to warn him; she knows he can move away fast if he needs to. She moves slowly so that she can read him, and know that she needs to pull away if she senses any discomfort so he doesn't have to. With slow movements she manages to get all the way to his shirt, and with a nimble touch she unfastens the top button for him before placing her hand on his chest and then letting it fall away.

"Not too peaceful, I hope." Eyes widen and they're paired with a faux pout, bottom lip sticking out as her voice takes a sorrowful turn. "Wouldn't be much fun if I was the only one looking for something a little more exciting than peace."
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[personal profile] missromanova 2017-03-06 08:02 am (UTC)(link)
Her walls are already down now, everything that she felt the need to hide earlier that day long forgotten in favor of the moment that he has her in, and he does have her in it. Natasha has been through enough where she was thoroughly convinced that nobody would ever be able to instill anything new in her; she's felt everything, because with the life that she's lived in such a short amount of time, how couldn't she? He's already proven her wrong in that, instilling a pleasant little flutter in her that she's either never experienced or never allowed herself to, and it's... nice. Being around Jasper is nice. She doesn't think she's ever been able to feel like that around another person before.

He can feel the little spark of surprise in her when he grabs her hand, and she isn't certain what he's doing exactly until he lifts it to touch the side of his face again, and it brings a smile to her lips. But then he goes and turns his head, pressing a soft kiss against the palm of her hand, and Natasha swears she can feel the pleasant chill of it dancing up her arm. There's another sudden and unexpected wave of emotion, this time not from her own manipulation as it surprises her just as much as it probably surprises him. It's pure, and warm... something she's certain that she's never felt before, but it goes straight to her head and makes her pleasantly dizzy. Affection. A wave of affection for the man standing with her comes from nowhere, and instead of trying to hide it Natasha bathes in it, because it's easily one of the nicest things she's ever felt.

"I think so, too." She sounds slightly breathless, but her smile is bright and reflects everything that he gives her. She's proud of him, its strong and potent, and that mixes with the affection which mixes in with the arousal and...

Jasper makes her feel simply wonderful.

She blushes a little with she realizes it but she doesn't pull away like she's always had to when she felt like she was getting too close to someone. Instead she basks in it, resting her hand against his face and moving it to brush his long hair from his eyes so she can see them more clearly. Instead of keeping her hand still this time she traces it against his skin, fingertips running slowly down his jaw and back up to trace his cheekbone; testing, making sure that they're still both okay.

"Good." Her smile never fades, but it seems to brighten once more. "I'm glad we agree on something else, because I don't lose."
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[personal profile] missromanova 2017-03-07 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
He gets another quiet laugh out of her, fluttery and light and somehow completely contradictory to her as a person and yet perfectly fitting to who she is with him. "Always the gentleman," she teases lightly, and there's another lurch of approval and pride when she feels his hands on her waist to drag her in slowly. He's cool, body hard like stone, and it's a nice contradiction to the heat she feels coursing through her simply from his touch. Natasha is no stranger to physical contact with men, she's used it as a weapon more times than she can count and yet it's different with Jasper. Knowing that she has to work for it - that they both do - makes it feel like a prize instead of a chore, and she can't remember the last time she enjoyed being in someone's arms.

She leans against him, working on controlling herself as well to make sure that she doesn't take things too fast too fast, and when she sees that soft frown on his face her fingers slowly trace back up until she brushes her thumb against the corner of his mouth. "None of that," she insists quietly with an encouraging smile. "We're doing well." 'We'. Not 'he', because he's not alone in this and she doesn't want him to ever feel as if he is. She wants to be his partner; not his obstacle.

"As opposed to what, disappearing?" With a small shrug Natasha makes her next move, her free hand slipping down to continue unbuttoning his shirt, and she gets it unfastened to the middle so that she can lay her hand flat on his chest and hold it there. He really is cold, but it's strangely enjoyable and after giving him a moment to adjust she leans forward to press a soft, affectionate kiss to his collarbone. "No," she continues finally, and Natasha's hand leaves his face only so that she can wrap an arm around his waist in return and lean in to rest her cheek against his bare chest. In that moment her eyes close, and she breathes him in... it's nice when it's the other way around. Being surrounded by him, his scent and his touch, makes her feel a strange sense of calm safety. She can't remember the last time that she felt safe, but Jasper is filled with a lot of 'firsts' for her, each one more pleasing than the last.

She watches her own finger trace slow patterns against his skin. "I'm not going anywhere. I don't want to be anywhere but right here."
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[personal profile] missromanova 2017-03-07 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Well don't." She makes it sound simple and she knows that, but for Natasha it is. She falls silent for a moment, letting it linger and simply resting in the peace that she's found with the new boundary they've crossed, and another emotion trickles in; anxiety. She's nervous, but she doesn't hide that from him. Not after he's already made so much effort for her today.

"SHIELD wasn't my job, it was my life. Every morning I woke up I wouldn't know where my mission was going to lead me, but it was never my decision. My life has always been that way, even before I joined the agency." Another pause, her fingers still brushing softly against cool skin. "Before SHIELD I was a part of something else, darker. Or at least, back then we were more obvious about our intentions..." Natasha shakes her head. "The point is, since I was eight I never made a decision of my own. When I woke up, when I slept... when I ate, when I read, it was all assigned for me. The day I showed up at the cabin, that was the first choice I've made in my life and even then, it didn't feel like much of a choice after everything that had happened. It feels different now. I've ended a chapter in my life that I don't want to look back on anymore."

She feels his head move and his comment leaves her smiling, and huffing a quiet laugh against his skin before she moves as well to look up at him. "Afraid that she's going to find her husband in the arms of another woman?" She raises an eyebrow, challenging and teasing, and instead of pulling away Natasha reaches up with both of her hands to take his face between them. She pulls him down slowly, because he's simply too damn tall in her opinion, and she stops once to read his eyes before continuing so that she can press a soft kiss against his cheek.

Her mouth moves higher, full lips brushing against his ear with a whisper. "Ty moya sleduyushchaya glava, Dzhasper Uitlok Kheyl. Ty i Elis - moy pervyy vybor."
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[personal profile] missromanova 2017-03-07 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
Another laugh, and this time one that's somewhat self depreciating. Honor... there's no honor in having Natasha's affection, that would suggest that it's something to be coveted and she knows for a fact that it isn't the case. He doesn't know enough about her yet to realize as much, but he will. Maybe they'll want to change their minds after that happens, but they're putting a lot of faith in her and Natasha isn't blind to that. She has to put faith in them as well.

"I don't think she will either," Natasha tilts her head into his touch as her eyes flutter shut with a soft smile on her lips. "I think," she turns her head to press a warm kiss to his palm, "knowing her," another to his fingertips, "she's going to wait until we're not wrapped around each other to come in, if she feels like she's interrupting something." The last kiss falls on the inside of his wrist before her eyes move back up to his face.

"Which means you should probably let go, handsome."
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[personal profile] fateshifted 2017-03-07 05:17 pm (UTC)(link)
It's easy to know the perfect moment to walk in when you shamelessly eavesdrop. Laden with bags from several stores in Vancouver, Alice walks along the thick branch outside the living room window and leans down to peek in, beaming, at the two of them wrapped up in each other in the kitchen. It's astonishing how comfortable Jasper is, even to Alice, who's already seen how good they are together in the future. But it's not the same as seeing it happening before her very eyes.

"Hey you two," she says as she hops down, before Jasper's really acted on that suggestion to let Natasha go. She sets all the bags down and zips over to them both before they can separate and puts her arms around each of their shoulders, leaning up to peck Jasper's cheek, then leaning over—so nice to have someone her height—to peck Natasha's, and then rests her head on Jasper's shoulder, next to his half-open shirt, which makes her giggle.

"Looks like you had fun while I was gone. It took you long enough. I had to go all the way to Vancouver to make sure you had enough time." But her fingers play lightly at the nape of Jasper's neck, and Natasha's, and she's brimming with pride.
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[personal profile] missromanova 2017-03-07 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Her attention is caught before Alice speaks, the light rustle of leaves from the branch she's walking on inconstant with the soft breeze and making her look. She smiles warmly at Alice, as if to try and convey her own pride for Jasper in one look, and the kiss on her cheek brings a pleasant warmth to Nat's face that she's sure she enjoys a little too much. Jasper and Alice are unlike anybody who she's ever met before, and she's almost certain that it's one of the reasons she enjoys them so much.

"We're in no rush," she points out, smiling up at Jasper once more before giving Alice a little wink that silently says 'watch this'. Then Natasha leans up, kissing Jasper on the jaw with soft lips before finally unwrapping her arm around him and moving her other hand to rebutton his shirt. Her fingers pause before she does.

"It looks better this way." She decides aloud before leaving his shirt the way it is, and when she lets go of him she does so to take Alice's hands in both of her own. Jasper isn't the only one here that she's making an effort for, after all. "Come on, show me what you bought in Vancouver. Show off, by the way." She looks at Alice with accusing eyes before they move to Jasper. "Both of you are show offs. I just want to clarify that I see it, and I know, and I'm going to call you out on it. Come on." She grins, tugging Alice toward her a little so she can return the affectionate kiss to her cheek. She's trying. She truly is.

"I'm going to make myself food, keep me company."
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[personal profile] fateshifted 2017-03-08 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
Alice's eyes widen a little in surprise as Natasha kisses Jasper's jaw and he doesn't tighten, he doesn't even go still, he doesn't even need to stop breathing. She knows Jasper can feel just how deep and how strong her swell of pride is, and she knows he knows there isn't even a drop of jealousy mixed into it. She's good for him. She'll be good for both of them, and they'll be good for her. Alice is certain of it, and how could she be angry about something like that?

Alice skates a finger along his cheek before she lets Natasha lead her away, leaning into the cheek-kiss she gets in return. Natasha still makes her a little nervous. Not afraid exactly, that isn't it, but Alice still doesn't know how they're going to get to the happy scenes she's seen in her visions. Natasha and Jasper have so much in common. They have a connection already, and she doesn't have that yet. She will, she trusts in that, but...nervous.

Out of the corner of her eye, she watches Jasper take a few silent steps back toward the window. He doesn't need to hunt, he isn't going far, but she catches a flash of him coming back as the sun is setting. He's picked up on that nervousness of hers, she thinks, and it's possible Natasha feels the same, he's giving them time together.

"I got you something," she says brightly, and almost skips to her pile of bags to dig through and find a very small one, a black bag with a black jewelry box inside it, and inside that, a pair of ruby and black diamond earrings. "I was walking past the window and they made me think of you."

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