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So the beyond is boring, can I crash on your couch? | (probably not a) Sin City AU | Natasha and Kitty

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Natasha’s circuit of the house continued but her steps turned from exploratory to predatory.  She prowled from room to room nearly silently, sharp eyes watching shadows and hiding spots.  The house is, for the most part, silent.  In the kitchen the refrigerator hums and somewhere down the hall the internal air kicks in to funnel a cool draft down the hallway, but there are no sounds of life.

It was why the thwack of Natasha’s notebook being dropped on something in the kitchen immediately catches her attention.  She swiveled and marched directly back the way she came, striding into the kitchen to stop very short.

"You," she said evenly.  "Are not recently deceased Evelyn Williamson, aged 63."

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"Probably a good assumption." Kitty fought the urge to smirk. She was half tempted to move back, sit on the counter, but she was still determined to stay intangible as long as she could pull it off. Just to be on the safe side in this.

"Unless she somehow went back to her better years to haunt for the rest of her very existence. Which I don't think is how that works, but, I mean, you would be the expert to ask there, now wouldn't you?" She arched an eyebrow, on hand resting on her hip, because she was pretty sure they both knew the answer there.

This wasn't the first sham psychic she'd run across. Of course, this was the first one that had been called on her.

"Though, I can save you a little time and tell you that Evelyn has, most definitely, gone into the light. There's no one else here but me and the friendly little schmucks who pay for the place."

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So the beyond is boring, can I crash on your couch? | Sin City AU | Natasha and Kitty

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The Fancy Jangles of Ghost Detection and Also Carved Bits of Aluminum Cans and Spray Paint failed to summon the unsent spirit of the haunting aunt and really, Natasha is so entirely glad that no one is watching this.  Because the humiliation, good lord.  She can deal with it being recorded, watched from somewhere else but at least there’s no one in the vicinity watching her shamble and jangle like a nutcase.

This was, of course, the thought which carried her back to her Summoning Circle Sourced from Bed Bath and Beyond (because irony) to find her notebook missing.

She knew precisely where she put it.  Observation is particularly useful in her job and she was good at it.  She was precise with all her belongings, necessary when you don’t want to leave anything that might incriminate you.  So she was absolutely sure of where she had left her little notebook.  And now it was gone.

Fuck!  She liked that!  She mangled her fingers binding that thing because she can fake ghost speak but hand her a needle and there will be blood.  It took forever to get it whimsically supernatural-looking enough!  You don’t steal a psychic’s notebook, there’s a code of conduct or something!”

"I sense a presence," she murmured, pacing forward.  "And I have the distinct impression it’s not exactly dead."

She’d been a medium for 10 years after all.  Never seen a single hint of the supernatural.  There is someone fucking with her and she’s about to channel some Ms Cleo meets Jack the Ripper on someone’s ass.

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Who was Evelyn? Kitty didn't know much about the family who she haunted for fun, but she knew that none of them were named Evelyn.

Unless Blondie had lied to her. Not entirely unreasonable, but she figured that if the kid told her parents about her fancy imaginary friend, then she'd at least be honest about her name.

Not that Kitty had paid too much attention.

Still, she couldn't read a lot of the notes, but what she could was pretty much pointless. She still had no clue who they thought she was. Of course she wasn't gonna let that one slide this easily though.

She dropped the notebook on the laminate countertop in the kitchen, too loud, too obvious, but she knew that part.

She kept herself completely intangible though, hoping that the faded nineties reject and white pallor would be enough to keep up the ghost suggestion.

Not for long, because Kitty knew the ruse wouldn't hold up long term, but she didn't plan on talking for long. Just enough to figure out what the family thought was going on. Maybe she'd adjust accordingly. Or skip houses. There were a few McMansions that she could probably move into without a problem.

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So the beyond is boring, can I crash on your couch? | Sin City AU | Natasha and Kitty

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"I call upon the spirit of Evelyn Williamson," Natasha intoned in the most genuine voice she could manage.  It was a fight to not yawn.

While she would be deliriously happy just picking a corner and napping in it for the next few hours, more than one ‘unbeliever’ of a client had planted webcams in to watch her work.  She was too good to be caught by a shitty little setup like that, and she was far too fond of her cushy job to throw it all.  That would explain the intoning, and also the circle of smelly candles.

"Answer me Evelyn, that ye might know peace."

The lights went out.

Eight seconds later they flickered back on.

"Unusual," Natasha proclaimed in a tone that really meant ‘something’s fucky and it ain’t the cat box’.

She fished a small, hand-bound notebook from a pocket and made notes.  “Electrical interference is not typically a sign of a departed soul,” she noted, out loud for her maybe-audience.  “And yet there are no temperature gradients to suggest something more sinister.

She put out the candles.  (Safety first! Also skirts are flammable.  Ask her how she knew that.)  From her trunk of tricks she rustled up something that looked like castanets dangled from wire and she plodded through the house, jangly contraption held out in front of her.

She stopped when she thought it sounded appropriately ghost-like jangly.

"I ask that you reveal yourself to me," she repeated and jangled the danglanets.

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There was no immediate response and Kitty took the opportunity to wander around and check for hidden cameras.

She wanted to be caught on film.

Besides the webcam she knew for a fact they'd yet to figure out, there wasn't anything she could find.

Disappointment washed through her just as she was startled by the sound of metal crashing against metal. It took a second for Kitty to find the source of the noise, approaching the psychic from behind, freezing when the woman spoke.

She asked? Kitty wasn't gonna step up and give away her spot that easily. She had a nice little position here, thanks very much.

Instead, she stepped back into the wall at the side, careful because she knew she could be seen easily. She wasn't invisible.

Instead of stepping forward, she decided to let the woman work while Kitty headed back into the living room. She took a second, crouching down to extend a tentative finger toward the cat, though, after an unimpressed sniff, she was promptly ignored.

Kitty crouched down in the center, by the candles and, hearing footsteps approaching again, sent the pencil in a lazy circle on the floor as she picked up the notebook and headed back out of view.

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So the beyond is boring, can I crash on your couch? | Sin City AU | Natasha and Kitty

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Madame Natalia was a fraud.  A phony, a fake and absolute charlatan and the public kept lapping the shit she dished right out of her pretty henna-d hands. 

Because clearly a red-headed Russian girl was the most logical choice for a Hindu-esque shaman-type.  Esque and type because Natasha never bothered to get too far into specifics.  For one thing, in the world of psychic readings, ambiguity and vagueness are your second and third best friends, right after his royal highness Sir Greenback.

For another, Natasha would actually have to read up on that shite to fake it accurately and she had so much better to do with her life.  Like lick paint.  Scratch zits.  Shred cream colored parchment into tiny, straight strips and try to fill Clint’s pockets with them.

Anything, is what she was getting at.

Put hey, stupid people paid well and Natasha could very literally make her hours.  Screw mornings, noon-time start bitches!

The downside?  Was all the bits before she took the stupid people’s money.

"You are aware that I’m not a priest,” she pointed out again.  “I commune.”  Commune, so much more mystical than ‘talk to’ apparently.  And infinitely more than ‘I cross my eyes and stare until the squiggly bits that wriggle across my cornea stage a revolution.  “I don’t exorcise.  I prefer to foster an environment of understanding with our ancestors.  Forcibly evicting them will only breed resentment and your house will know no rest.”

The rubes across from her soaked that shit up.

"Could you talk to her?  Maybe?  She is my great aunt and… it’s just…”

"There was animosity when she passed," Natasha said in her whispery voice.  "There was a lifetime of good memories, and bad ones that you worked together to resolve.  But right at the end, there was an unrest that you never managed to settle and now you harbor regret."

Rube-mama started to cry.  Her mascara wasn’t waterproof.

"Is she here?" Rube-papa demands, looking around wildly as though he could force his great aunt’s ghost to appear to him by sheer force of will.  Rube-elina just looks bored.

"She is not, but I do not believe she intends to harm your child."

Kid didn’t need an exorcist.  She needed a hobby and some goddamn friends.  But.  Hey.  Money.

"I am willing," Natasha eventually capitulated, and evening found her alone in the Williamson family house, save for her steamer trunk of strong-smelling weeds and shit she digs up from the back yard, and her cat.

Cat, because they  are ‘especially attuned to the unseen’.  And she takes her cats on jobs because reasons.  White, because Natasha was a cliche but she wasn’t tacky.  Give her some credit.

"You see anything, yowl twice like an alley cat and once like a barn cat," Natasha instructed Little Fucker.  Little Fucker spared nothing more than a glance of disdain, sniffed his portable litterbox and went to sleep.

She rubbed her hands together.  “Alright people,” she muttered.  “Lets do some magic.”

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Kitty paused as soon as she crossed the threshold of the house. It was quieter than normal.

No one was snoring in the bedroom down the hall and the TV wasn't still on in the living room - and if one of those two wasn't happening, then the breadwinner of the family was M.I.A.

Six months she'd been working this house. Six months and she'd come to know it's workings.

She slipped through the kitchen, careful to keep herself silent. 

She glances around the corner wall of the kitchen to see the woman in the living room. Oh, she'd seen her before. There was an add in every Sunday paper and the poster just inside the shop Kitty occasionally went to when she was in the mood for new incense.

The cat was new, but whatever. It took a few seconds longer than it probably should've for the psychic's presence to really click.

Blondie must've been talking too much and Mommy and Daddy had made some sort of connection. They thought she was.. what? A demonic presence haunting their kid.

No, please, let this be the start of Paranormal Activity.

There had to be a camera somewhere. Kitty could work with this.

She grinned to herself before slipping back, taking a short cut through the wall and hallway and doing her usual, running a hand through the wires, the flow of electricity flickering, going out for a solid eight seconds, before coming back on.

This.. This would be fun.

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So the beyond is boring, can I crash on your couch? | Sin City AU | Natasha and Kitty

Kitty was quite satisfied with her arrangement. She'd simply walk into her house and get what she needed.

She was smart enough to plan ahead of time, at least.

She kept to worn leather jackets and jeans, ripped band shirts. She kept away from the sun and would occasionally throw on a little foundation to look paler, not that she was tan to begin with.

She'd figure out schedules. She'd only head into the houses when those over the age of four were gone. Occasionally she'd sit and play with the little blonde girl. She was sure everyone in the house had been regaled with tales of her new friend who could walk through walls, but Kitty kept out of their way.

She used their food supply, their hot water, and, occasionally their HBO subscription. Nothing more. 

Okay, occasionally, she'd run her hand through the wiring panel in the hall just to see the lights flicker. And she might occasionally shut doors loudly and run down the hallway late at night just because it was fun.

As long as she'd stayed blondie's imaginary friend, she'd be fine.

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Lockie decided my hoodie wasn't the right color. Wouldn't shut up until I tracked down an old purple one at Target. You're welcome, space mutt.

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Up and at it again | Open

Kitty knew she'd been sparse around the tower lately. She knew that. 

It didn't help that besides locking herself in her bedroom for hours on end, there wasn't really any other way to get through the work from Carnegie Mellon.

She managed. She'd just finish the work, take a shower, and pass out before waking up to do it all over again.

With finals looming on the horizons though, Lockie had decided that was going crazy and had decided it was high time she left her room for more than a few minutes.

She wasn't gonna even ask how he'd gotten his paws on the latest Assassin's Creed game (the only one she didn't already own), but he'd shown up with it and dropped it in her lap. Though a list of names of who could've helped him did go through her head.

The fact that she'd actually picked up the game and put down her laptop was testament enough to the fact that even she knew she should get out.

So she'd ordered a load of Chinese food - enough for her and any one that wandered by - and parked herself on a couch in the tower, game controller in hand.

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Good way to say hello | Kitty and Kurt (oral fixation)

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"Must be the demon in me." He muttered against her pussy. He really loved eating Kitty out, not quite sure why. Pumped his finger in and out of her, curling it in just the right way. "Come for me, Fraulein." He really wanted to taste her. It had been a long time and he’s missed it.

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The vibrations from his muttered words was more than enough to send Kitty off the edge, added to the curl of his finger and she finally gave in, orgasming onto the heat of his tongue, his hand.

After, she paused to catch her breath before throwing a wicked smile Kurt's way.

"Your turn."

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Ships in the night || (non-canon) Natasha (blindfolds) & Kitty (Anonymous)

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Natasha laughs, almost to giggle fits, because if Clint could hear that he’d die.  

"You are speaking my language," she says, with a laugh and shrugs immediately out of her blouse.  "Woah,” she yelps as she nearly topples over.  The collar of her blouse gets stuck and it takes a good couple of yanks before it clears her head, dragging the cause of the difficulty with it.  ”Forgot about that.”  Natasha unwinds her ascot from where it has a stranglehold on her blouse.  ”We won’t be needing this.”  

She pauses a moment before she tosses it to the floor and regards Kitty speculatively.  ”Unless you coincidentally have a thing for being blindfolded.  Or gagged, whichever, I’m not picky.  I just want to use it so I can keep it as a souvenir later.”  She grins.  ”Something to remember you by.”

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Kitty doesn't stop to think before nodding, a smirk curling up the corners of her lips. "Nothing against that. Preferably blindfolded though. I like to be able to talk." And make sarcastic little comments just because she could.

Because that was what Kitty did.

She was half tempted to throw out something else about what Natalia could keep to remember her by, but thought better of it for now.

She reaches out, fingers curling in the cloth and tugging it closer.

"Go for it."

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Ships in the night || (non-canon) Natasha (blindfolds) & Kitty (Anonymous)

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They are all fumbling hands and lips all the way to the bed, where Natasha pretends to misjudge the distance left and tips them both over in a flurry of elbows and surprised, laughing squawks to the soft comforter.  She is laughing and kissing at the same time, and worming her way up and around until she is sitting perched on Kitty’s lap.  Her length is already hard against her thigh and there is no way Kitty could have missed it.  For a moment she isn’t sure why her brain is pinging that that’s a problem before she remembers.

She smells like Beta these days.

She shrugs and grins sheepishly.  ”I’m a glorified secretary,” she explains.  ”Turns out that big tough Alpha businessmen don’t want Alpha secretaries.  I guess they think I’m intimidating.”  She punctuates her words with a slow roll of her hips.  ”Not too intimidating though, right?”

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Kitty doesn't stop to think twice about the press of the other woman's length against her thigh because there are the few female Betas reported to have Alpha anatomy and those males who have an Omegas. Kitty isn't picky and asking questions could get awkward. She's not too keen to mess this chance by asking useless questions. Especially since Kitty has no actual problem to complain about. Of course that's before her question is responded to anyway and okay that does seem a bit more likely. Still, Kitty responds with a knowing smirk and she arches up to meet the other's slow press forward. "Definitely not too intimidating. Wouldn't dream do saying you were. Open, approachable, with just the right tint of don't fucking touch me without permission." Which was one of many reasons that Kitty wouldn't regret her... Mix up. "S'that all? Cause I'm ready to move on and show exactly how not intimidating you are."

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Good way to say hello | Kitty and Kurt (oral fixation)

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He was determined to finish her off before allowing her to do anything else. He had caught her fair and square so he could do what he wanted for the moment. His tongue and fingers switched places. His tongue dancing and teasing her clit, while a pair of fingers pressed into her and began to stroke her as deep as the long blue digits could. “You can do what you want when you’ve come for me, Fraulein.”

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"You're a very special brand of evil." Kitty accused, her fingers curling tighter in his hair. She had no plans to move away just yet, not when they'd done this before and had already etched out the details of their deal. She'd end up pinning him to the bed after but for now, since he'd caught her, she wouldn't fight back. Besides, she didn't actually want to move.

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Can you smell me now? ((non-canon)) || Skye (Gender/Dynamic Play) & Kitty (Strap On)

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Skye laughs. “It’s not as if you haven’t seen me without my pants on before; I doubt it’ll be that much of a surprise.” She teases. Skye sheds her pants, though, and her underwear so she’s just as naked as Kitty. She grips the other omega by the hips and pulls her flush against Skye. She kisses Kitty deeply, holding her close.

Eventually though, Skye pulls away. She did promise Kitty a surprise. “Come on.” She takes Kitty’s hand and pulls her into the bedroom, smiling. She pulls away to grab a harness, holding it up for Kitty’s review.. It’s obviously for a strap on. “Surprise number two. What do you think?” Skye switched out the dildo she had originally picked, which had come with a knot, for something more beta like when she couldn’t find alpha scent.

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"However true that may be, I'm sure you'll still find a way to surprise me." Kitty pointed out with a smirk. She gave a lazy grin, only slightly caught off guard by the sudden kiss, though she wasn't really complaining. Kitty followed after her without a second thought. It took a few moments longer than it probably should've for Kitty to realize exactly what Skye was offering up. "Oh... That... I like that." Kitty grins, reaching out to run a finger across the straps of the harness. She smirked as she watched Skye changing out the dildo itself before arching up an eyebrow. "You win. You totally win in terms of surprises."

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Can you smell me now? ((non-canon)) || Skye (Gender/Dynamic Play) & Kitty (Strap On)

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Kitty was slightly annoyed by Skye’s comments, but Skye always wanted to be sure that Kitty was happy with what they were doing. Although she couldn’t see a reason why Kitty wouldn’t like the strap on. “Alright.” Skye pulled Kitty into a quick kiss. Exploration was always fun, with Kitty. Just about everything was fun with Kitty, to be honest.

"All of the guys I’ve slept with," Skye clarifies, smiling at Kitty. Then her bra is phased off and tossed with her shirt. "Are you going to lose any clothes or just me?" she asks as Kitty leans down to kiss and nip at her skin. She holds herself still when Kitty meets her eyes, keeping her gaze and the other omega licks her nipple. Skye lets out a soft breath, her nipples hardening a little and a small jolt of arousal going through her.

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"I guess I will too. You did say I wouldn't get the rest of my surprise until we were both naked, didn't you?" Kitty phases her own shirt off after another second, smile sly. She pulls back from Skye as she does so, removing her mouth from the other Omega, satisfied, however briefly, with the look of lust on her face.

Kitty had forgone a bra and she's glad she did now, because she's even with Skye. Of course, since Skye was the first one to shed clothing, Kitty immediately curls two fingers beneath the waistband of her jeans and phases them off as well. "See? I'm more than open to a little negotiation. Though I think you can take it from here." She pointed out, gesturing to the other Omega's pants. "Surprise me."

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Can you smell me now? ((non-canon)) || Skye (Gender/Dynamic Play) & Kitty (Strap On)

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Kitty stretches her neck, giving Skye more skin to kiss and nip at. She’s sure to stay away from the other omega’s bonding gland, but isn’t shy about leaving hickeys on her neck. “We’re both going to need to be very, very naked for it.” She informs Kitty, “But if you end up not wanting to, that’s more than fine too. I’ll know for future reference.” Skye would never want to force Kitty into something she’s not comfortable with. Talk about a mood killer.

Skye laughs when Kitty phases off her shirt. She wraps her arms around the other omega when she steps close again, letting her kiss at her skin. “You can take off my clothes faster than any other partner I’ve ever had. Although bras tend to make guys falter.” She laughs softly.

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"I"ll like it. Shush." Kitty rolled her eyes at the first comment. She knew how to turn someone down, or, better, to turn their attention to an idea she liked better. That wouldn't be a problem in the slightest. No. She was pretty sure that whatever Skye had come up with though would receive a yes. Especially since she'd yet to find reason not to trust Skye's ideas.

Kitty couldn't help her smirk at the other Omega's words. "Not all of them." Kitty could name off a few different guys who could undo a bra with one hand. It took practice. Or maybe just dexterity. "Still, it's a talent." Not literally, but eh. Speaking of, Kitty phased Skye's bra next, the fabric hitting the floor a few seconds later as Kitty ducked down, following the line of her collar bone down and nipping at the upper swell of one breast before meeting Skye's gaze and curling her tongue around one of the other Omega's nipples with a soft growl of victory.

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Can you smell me now? ((non-canon)) || Skye (Gender/Dynamic Play) & Kitty (Strap On)

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Skye smiles and grips Kitty’s waist, pulling her a bit closer as they kiss. “You get it after we’re both naked.” One of her hands slips to Kitty’s back and pulls her a bit closer. “I think you’ll like it, though.”

Skye’s other hand slips under Kitty’s shirt, gently running her hand over the other omega’s soft skin. She runs her hand up and down Kitty’s side, kissing her cheek and then down her jaw and her neck to her collarbone, gently sucking on her skin.

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Kitty arched her chin to the side, letting Skye have free reign of her neck. She wasn't going to stop the other woman then, not when she had a weakness for lips against her neck. "You keep that up and there's very very little that could be something I don't like. Especially if it means we're both naked." Kitty pointed out, smirking, fingers carding through Skye's hair even as her fingers curled into the hem of her shirt as well.

"Speaking off." Her smile took on a teasing edge as she phased the shirt off of Skye, dropping it to the floor with a victorious grin before stepping back into the other woman's space, mouth drifting over her skin.

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King for a day | (Clothed sex) Clint / Kitty (Rough sex)

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Clint smiled softly, raising a hand to brush the back of his neck.

"Some people get freaked by the whole assassin thing," he said pointedly. Calling him a ‘specialist’ didn’t change the fact that his job was to kill people, precisely and from a distance.

"But not you." Yet. "…So, sure. Bypass the door at your own risk." His grin widened. Tasha did it sometimes — she had a thing about locks — and sometimes he was almost sure she regretted it. As much as she put up with him, there were some things even the redhead didn’t want to see.

He watched as she moved to place the pizza — but it wasn’t the food he was eyeing. How in the world he’d managed to connect with someone outside his core team was a mystery, and probably not only to him. he had a long history of his failing to make acquaintances, let alone friends.

…Let alone fuck buddies.

"Hey," he said, tugging her back in with a simple pull to the front of her shirt. "If you’re gonna do it, do it right." His lips hovered just above hers when he pretended to pause, trying to keep the smile from his face.

"…I mean, unless you’d rather play those games…?"

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"Think of this way.. I doubt there's anything you can tell me you've done that I haven't done a few dozen times on video games and hey, I mean, I think video games are pretty fucking cool so... points for you."

She smirked as she met his gaze, one eyebrow arched, putting off her answer for a minute before shaking her head. "Definitely not. Besides, if you remember, I'm the one saving your ass from having to be beaten by a girl." Kitty pushed herself up onto her toes, effectively closing the distance between their mouths. One arm slid over his shoulders, hand going to his hair automatically, her free hand curling in his shirt automatically.

After a few moments of that she pulled back. "Do not try to prove me wrong on that first point. Your points will be taken away."

"Anyway, my point is that the choice is, technically, yours, even if I've already made up my mind on the matter. I mean, if you have something better in mind, do speak up now so I can reject the idea out right."

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Natasha is one of those odd-ball Alphas that likes giving cunnilingus.  She likes rolling the taste around her tongue, likes combining use of her mouth and fingers to tear honest reaction from her partners.  Kitty has always been exceptionally appreciative of Natasha’s efforts and this is no different.  She presses down and up, using her fingers to part folds to expose the tiny, delicate little nub and using her lips and tongue to tease it to shuddering.  A little further down, Natasha licks over Kitty’s entrance once before sealing it with her lips and sucking hard.

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Kitty did not whimper. She did not whine. She wouldn't make those noises. Not if she could help it. Consequently, the sensation of Natasha between her legs, licking and tasting and sucking makes her almost helpless and the sounds might slip free, but Kitty would never admit it. Her fingers, if possible, wound tighter as Kitty forced herself to stop moving, if only because her movements could possible hinder Natasha and that, frankly, isn't allowed.

She gasps Natasha's name a time or two, interspersed with pleas and encouragements, however intelligible they may be. She's not really of the mind to pause and try again. Not when she's having trouble stopping herself from rocking onto the Alpha's tongue.