Natalia (the_black_widow) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-08-20 09:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, illyana rasputin (magik), natasha romanoff (black widow) |
hink people are watching us?
Who: Natasha and Illyana
What: Shopping
When: During the bodyswap plot
Where: Stores
Status: complete
Rating PG-13
Illyana smiled as he she hailed Natasha, warm grin growing as she looked forward to today’s spa day with the other woman. Thor had sent her along, exchanging errands today as he went off to see Clarice for lunch. Illyana was sure she had gotten the better part of the deal, despite the fact that she would miss Clarice. Natasha was her friend, too, however.
Walking toward Natasha, clad in skin tight jeans, a t-shirt that barely held back those Asgardian muscles, and she smirked as she swept the other woman into a hug.
Natasha smiled. “Well, I missed that. How are you, Illyana?” She was wearing black leather pants and a matching shirt with the logo for her TV show on it.
Illyana smiled at Natasha. “Hugging is a lot more fun when you lift people off their feet when doing it.” Not that she did not like hugs in her own body, but yes. She grinned wider. “I’m doing good, for being stuck in a man’s body. And you? You look great!”
“I’ll take your word for it.” Natasha winked at her. “Thank you. Life has been very good to me.”
Illyana chuckled, and hugged the woman again, just because. “Good. I hear you are ending you series soon, and heading for new projects. I hope those will treat you as well!” She nodded.
“Thor and I traded errands today. He is buying new clothing for my body and I am buying new clothing for his. Think you’d mind coming along?”
“Not at all. This ought to be fun.” She grinned at Illyana, picturing Thor in a nice, expensively tailored suit. Her mouth might have watered.
“He told me you might have a few ideas and to trust you.” Illyana offered Natasha her hand and smirked. “This sounds like a lot of fun.” She looked at a piece of paper then grinned. “Suits first? Then swimsuits are on the list.”
“Fantastic. Suits are the best part.” She grinned at Illyana and took her hand. “Few things beat a man in a suit.”
Illyana smirked. “This is somewhat true.” She chuckled as she started forward with the woman. “Thank you for this. Getting out and just doing things is fun.”
“Yes. And a little dose of normal, considering everything.” Natasha knew their lives were anything but. “And me not being seen with a strange woman probably helps.”
“True.” Walking with Natasha was fun and she squeezed the woman’s hands. “Think people are watching us?” She was curious now.
“Of course. You’re Thor Odinson and I am Natasha Romanoff. Half of them are probably wondering when I’ll take your name!”
Illyana laughed. “He should take yours! The hollywood machine would fall over on its side and explode.”
The idea made her chortle.
“I’ll suggest that and see how he reacts. He’d probably go along with it.” She rolled her eyes, fondly. Which apparently was possible.
Illyana smirked. “He has been nothing but kind during this and during our other meetings. I can imagine he will do so with a grin and possibly rise to the idea with some enthusiasm.” She saw Thor as playful and sometimes quite seriously intensely crazy in his love of doing the right thing. Not a bad thing, but wow.
Ahead, the store they were looking for was waiting and Illyana grinned as she saw it. “That was the one on his list. Is that the one we are headed for?”
“He’s a good man. I’m incredibly fortunate.” Natasha gave Illyana a soft smile. “Yes, that’s the one.”
Illyana led the way in and bounced, grinning, looking for the sort of thing that might look good on Thor. A salesman came over and asked if he could help them.
“This.” she pulled out a black suit and showed it to Illyana. “This.”
Illyana nodded and took it, then led the way to a changing room, pulling Natasha in before anyone could object. “Help me into it?” Then she began to stip down to underwear and socks.
She rolled her eyes. “Of course. Like I would say no.”
“I did not know what you would want to do. Sorry?” She was soon stripped to the small underwear, and she chuckled as she saw that she was close to Natasha in this small room. The scent of the other woman, not like Clarice’s sent a shock of arousal through her, and she found that she was suddenly experiencing the alien feeling of getting hard.
“Ah, shirt first?” Her voice came out a little strangled.
Natasha ignored it. She was used to that sort of reaction from numerous love making scenes and had learned to tune it out. She held out a shirt. “Here.”
Illyana was embarrassed but glad Natasha ignored it. She slid into the shirt, then worked on the buttons, breathing in slowly, smiling as she managed the shirt over Thor’s muscled chest. “Okay, then, pants?”
Pants, and zippers, seemed a lot more complicated for guys.
“Pants.” Natasha nodded, helping Illyana dress, then stepped back to get a nice good look at her. “Oh that’s so handsome...”
Illyana peered into the mirror, then Natasha’s eyes and grinned. “Feels good, too.” She flexed and breathed. “Feels comfortable, and nice and tight.”
“Good. Can you breathe in it? Stretch your shoulders, then try to bend over. It has to move freely in everything.” Men’s suits were as complicated as dresses. Sometimes. Not always.
Illyana stretched, wiggled, and nodded, and moved to bend, first one way, then the other. “So far, it’s good. The whole thing feels good, and even the cock area is not bad, for once.” She thought men’s clothing designed poorly most times.
Natasha snorted. “Of course. I have a good eye, and I’m very familiar with the whole package.”
Illyana facepalmed. “Da. Sorry. No wonder he sent me with you.” Now it became clear to her, and she grinned, feeling silly for not seeing it earlier. “Is it a good look?”
She winked. “It’s fantastic.” She leaned up and kissed Illyana on the cheek.
Illyana smiled and hugged Natasha. “This is fun! Thank you, Natasha, for letting me dress up in his body.”
“I suppose we should enjoy it while we can, nyet?” She tilted her head, then adjusted the shirt a bit. “There. Now perfect.”
“I think so, too.” Illyana admired the look in the mirror, then nodded. Then, mischievously, she did a turn and bend and stretch, for Natasha, before she nodded.”looks like a good choice.” She started undressing again.
She rolled her eyes again, after giving an appropriate wolf-whistle. “Great. We’ll get that one, and then three more colors of the same style and size.”
“Yeah? Cool!” Illyana smiled appreciatively, kissed Natasha on the cheeks, then dressed back in normal clothing again. “Next!”
Natasha grabbed her hand. “Oh, I have just the idea...”
Illyana raised an eyebrow and let herself be tugged along. “Okay! Lead on”
The red-head laughed. And it was an evil laugh...
Illyana raised an eyebrow, but let her lead on. She was intrigued, and smirking, now.