[ Natasha's brows lift a fraction. It's not much, but it's better than 99.9% of the micro-expressions that flash across her face in that this one's discernible.
Hands tugging at the hem of her blouse, she straightens the fabric before sitting down in that exact chair. A beat later and Natasha's back is shock-still but she's peering up at him through her lashes, staring with something that's equal parts expectant and patient.
ha ha..... ha......
Hands tugging at the hem of her blouse, she straightens the fabric before sitting down in that exact chair. A beat later and Natasha's back is shock-still but she's peering up at him through her lashes, staring with something that's equal parts expectant and patient.
Next? ]