Natasha laughed and turned around, reclining back on her elbows as she squinted up at Carol standing over her, outlined by the sun. She slammed the book closed and held up the cover so that she could get the full visual: glossy black cover, the title scrawled in pink cursive, and a closeup of an absolutely enormous pair of breasts encased in a black leather corset, three lipstick-red drops of blood dripping slowly towards the cleavage. "I figured out how to procure this baby on my own," she said, very proud of herself. "I'd offer to loan it to you, but you have to wait until I'm done. I'm pretty sure the third story's going to end on a cliffhanger, and I do not want it spoiled for me."
It was absolutely the more fun play here to take it seriously, and Natasha let her eyebrows furrow in genuine-seeming confusion as she looked up at Carol. "I mean - you do exclusively get off to vampire porn still, right?" she asked. "That was one of the first things we bonded over, when we met."