Nat has a second to turn around, smile fading when she realizes it’s a /grenade/.
Slippery hands do their best to catch it, merely juggling it like a cartoon.
〝TAVI!〞
« and calculation of the game. The challenges make it fun. Nat stops to rest her forehead against Renee’s.
〝Oui. I find you, you find me…and we’ll be a team.〞
Laughter erupts from the blonde, soft and melodic yet full of infectious joy. A glimmer of red across cheeks. Wattson can’t help but show it after that comment.
〝Then we sleep together, no? I’m ready when you are.〞
Winning isnt what joys her, but the sophistication and »
Nat leans into it, nose wriggling as a chuckle ensues after. The kiss is returned.
〝Maybe you should rest. All that work is going to be exhausting on you, Cherie.〞
Legs swinging to settle over Renee’s, taking her hand in her own.
〝Oui. Doctor Caustic is incredible »
"Games haven't been exactly going the best for me recently."
Lips press against the Frenchwoman's cheek, a small chuckle leaving her. Oh, how she missed her company.
"How about yourself? You have to be in a winning streak."