T'Challa and Natasha
T'Challa chuckled, planting a kiss on Natasha's roses-are-red mouth when she tilted her face up. Just a quick one - he'd have loved to linger, but they were in public and he wasn't really one for excessive PDA anyway; for the most part, he was a private person and they seemed to go hand-in-hand in agreement when it came to that.
"How about an after party at my place?" he suggested. "And if you wish to stay over, I've got your things there for you." By now, she did it frequently anyway. He thought eventually they may move in together, if Natasha wanted to take that step and live with him at the diplomatic residence. He'd prefer to ask her and have that discussion in a more intimate setting, however, as opposed to a large gathering.