[Natasha stirs toward the warm body that comes down next to her, still lazy from the day but quickly rousing. Her hunger is back—it never really went away, but she's ready for more.
She's taking too much from him. It's a good thing they're planning for tomorrow, but she's not sure he'll hold out. Her fingers glide over his arm, tracing over the vein under his skin.]
You have a plan for that?
[She asks a beat too late to seem entirely natural.]
I don't think you brought me this far for a public immolation.
IT STILL COUNTS
She's taking too much from him. It's a good thing they're planning for tomorrow, but she's not sure he'll hold out. Her fingers glide over his arm, tracing over the vein under his skin.]
You have a plan for that?
[She asks a beat too late to seem entirely natural.]
I don't think you brought me this far for a public immolation.