Stahma Tarr is no one's fool (noonesfool) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-02-15 20:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, natasha romanoff (black widow), stahma tarr |
Who: Natasha and Stahma
What: A Valentine's Day date
When: Valentine's Day
Where: The symphony
Warnings: Low, just a bunch of fluff here
Stahma didn’t know what exactly Natasha had planned for today, so she wasn’t certain precisely how to dress for the occasion. So she went with an evening dress and figured it would work regardless of whether they went somewhere or stayed in. Which was why Stahma spent a while on her make-up and hair. She wanted to look perfect in her natural form as well as in her human disguise. That way, Natasha got the best of both worlds if she wanted.
She wanted to knock Natasha off her feet with her dress, which Stahma found easy to find dresses to fit that criteria. After all, Stahma enjoyed showing skin. She also went bold with the dress color, as red would look amazing both against her natural Castithan complexion and with her human black hair and dark eyes. The dress was risqué, but not enough that she’d be asked to leave a public place because of indecency.
Once she was ready, she simply waited for Natasha to arrive and see what was in store for her tonight. Of course, she had a very good idea of where she and Natasha would end up tonight, but she was rather curious to see what would precede it.
Nat’s plan had been an involved one. Get Stahma out of the house and into a very fancy restaurant in a very fancy part of Los Angeles. Far enough from the OC to warrant the kind of hotel room usually reserved for celebrities. But before dinner was a concert. Nat dressed in black and silver, and sauntered up to the doorway. She’d already announced her arrival at the gate, early enough that they’d have time to make the concert before it started.
Upon letting Natasha through the gate, Stahma grabbed her purse. She’d wait to put on her human disguise until they were going to leave. She wanted Natasha to see the red dress against the white skin first. Opening the door with a bit of a flourish, causing enough of a breeze to catch her dress and expose that very high slit on the side, her gaze slid up and down Natasha, a pleased smile on her lips. There was also a twinkle in her eyes.
“You look positively beautiful,” she commented. The black and silver dress complimented Natasha very well. And the short skirt was a little surprising, but intensely distracting as well. Natasha had beautiful legs.
Stahma was really the most beautiful sight that Nat had seen, and she’d gotten to see Marguerite all dressed up for a party recently. She let her eyes wander down Stahma’s body, and back up again. Her voice was uncharacteristically thick. “If I step inside we’re never leaving.”
The thickness in Natasha’s voice only made Stahma all the more confident about her chosen attire for the evening. It had the desired effect. “As tempting as that may be, I do wish to see what you have planned for this evening.” Before stepping outside, Stahma donned her human disguise so people wouldn’t stare at her like she had two heads. If they were going to stare, she’d rather it be for more physical reasons. Stepping outside and locking the door behind her, she reached out to take Natasha’s arm.
Taking Stahma’s arm, Nat grinned to herself. Though no one could see right now, she still liked how they looked together and how they presented themselves to the world. It made for good cover, too, but that was only really a nice unintentional side effect. “I hope you’ll enjoy the show, I thought we should do something classical.”
Stahma also enjoyed how they looked together. She was certainly proud to both have Natasha on her arm, and to be on Natasha’s arm. She felt like an equal to the other woman, which hadn’t been something she’d felt in her marriage. Now that she was here, she felt free for the first time in her life, and she had Natasha’s respect and Natasha had hers.
“The symphony? It has been far too long since I have been to such a concert. I am looking forward to it.” Stahma stated with a smile.
Nat threw Stahma’s overnight back into the back of her spyder, then got the door for her. Polite and romantic. At least in this car she could get where they needed to go and fast, as long as she kept her eyes on the road and not on Stahma. That was easier said than done.
“What’s your favorite symphony?”
Smiling as she got into the car, Stahma ensured that her dress wasn’t caught in the door. She eyed Natasha out of the corner of her eye once she was in before she looked at her fully. “I would have to say Rachimanoff’s Isle of the Dead. If you wish to know other preferences, I prefer Beethoven to Mozart. I also tend to prefer the symphony to choirs or opera.” She never quite developed the taste for opera.
“Mmmm. That’s a good one.” Natasha filed that away for future reference. Luckily, this symphony would focus more on Beethoven than Mozart, though there was a bit of a variety. “And I’m with you on the opera thing. Though I think Thor loves those.”
Stahma didn’t precisely hate Mozart, she did think he had some good pieces, she just tended to prefer Beethoven’s aesthetic. “Someone needs to like them, otherwise they wouldn’t continue to perform them or create new ones.” Stahma added with some note of amusement to her voice.
“Just something about loud and boisterous singing that seems like something that he’d be into,” Nat mused. She shifted in her seat. It had been a long time since she’d worn a dress this short. She didn’t mind it, but she wasn’t used to it. Hopefully Stahma appreciated the effort.
She still kept her eyes firmly on the road.
“There is that, yes.” Stahma chuckled. She glanced out the window before once again eyeing Natasha out of the corner of her eye. Her gaze slid down to her legs, certainly appreciating the view. Feeling daring, Stahma reached over and lightly brushed the tip of one finger along Natasha’s arm. “Where is the concert?”
Nat told her the location, a very nice symphonic theater. She shivered at the touch, but the car didn’t waver or move as she kept it under an iron control. She turned her eyes towards Stahma and clucked her tongue. “Getting fresh, are we?”
“Are you complaining?” Stahma retorted with a little smirk on her face. She had no qualms teasing Natasha a little. But she could hopefully soothe that over a little with some compliments. “I like seeing this side of you. It becomes you.” Though Stahma also enjoyed the more dangerous side of Natasha as well. But she enjoyed the balance that Natasha seemed to have of both worlds.
“I’ll never complain,” Nat assured her. At least when she didn’t need to maintain a cover, anyway. There was no cover here, not anymore and not with Stahma. They still had their secrets, but in everything else Natasha at least was genuine. “And thank you. I haven’t had much cause in recent years to pull this off.”
They still had their secrets, and Stahma would never question Natasha about hers. It was one of those mutual understandings. Sometimes the less someone revealed about something, the safer they would be. And considering the business deals Stahma was in the process of brokering, the less Natasha knew the better. Even if she’d probably find out on her own anyway, but even then Stahma didn’t mind that.
“You are welcome. I cannot remember the last time I was taken to the symphony.” It had never been Datak’s thing, so it was most likely her father that had last taken her. Or perhaps the man that he had tried to marry her off to before she took her fate into her own hands, refusing to follow the path her father had laid out for her. She kept lightly trailing a finger tip up and down Natasha’s arm.
Natasha shivered, leaning into the touch in a subtle way that still betrayed her. She looked at Stahma out of the corner of her eye and licked her lips. “Are you trying to get us into an accident? I’ve heard of worse ways to die.”
“Not necessarily. I enjoy the feel of your skin.” Her finger stopped moving along Natasha’s arm, but she was still touching her. Her finger had stopped on the side of her elbow. “I suppose dying in a fiery crash with you would not be so terrible. Though I would miss being in this life with you.”
It was hard to not beg Stahma to never stop touching her. She moved her arm closer to Stahma, trying to encourage her to keep skin contact. “There’s always that adventure in the next life. I’d love to share it with you, lyubov moya.”
She didn’t need much encouragement to keep skin contact. When Natasha moved her arm closer, Stahma shifted her hand so her fingers curled around Natasha’s forearm while her hand rested against her skin. A warm smile curved her lips. “You honor me, and I would be more than happy to share it with you as well, deto.” Instead of Russian, Stahma opted for the Castithan word. It meant ‘love’ in a more general sense, but she liked interjecting some Castithan into conversation now and then.
It was a nice sounding word, and Natasha could understand the meaning easily enough. Her cheeks darkened a little bit.
Luckily, or unluckily, she had a lead foot and they were at the symphony sooner rather than later and Nat had to break the skin contact long enough for them to get out of the car. She offered Stahma her elbow.
Castithan was a beautiful language to listen to. Stahma liked using it when she could, though few people could actually understand the language here. Perhaps she’d teach Natasha the language so they could converse in it sometimes. Perhaps she’d also teach her how to write Castithan as well. It would be a very handy language to pass messages with since it wasn’t an Earth language and no one outside of the Dreamers in Orange County would be able to crack it.
Getting out of the car, Stahma linked her arm through Natasha’s, smiling at her. She then headed towards the door with her, head held high. She was proud to have Natasha on her arm, and she certainly didn’t care if anyone looked down on them because they were both women.
The more ways to pass information secretly the better. Natasha would be very into that idea, especially as her work made her work more and more against existing power structures.
Their seats were close enough to see the expressions on the faces of the musicians, but not so close as to crowd them. Nat pulled down the seat for Stahma, then sat her her right. Her hand went right for Stahma’s knee.
It would certainly be good to have such a manner of passing information as needed. Stahma had a dangerous leaning in her life, so passing information quickly and securely would be best.
Once seated, she crossed her legs, obviously making use of that dangerously high slit in her dress. With Natasha’s hand on her knee, Stahma set her hand over Natasha’s, thumb lightly caressing it. “These are wonderful seats,” she complimented.
Nat’s hand slid up Stahma’s thigh. It was dark enough to get away with. “Thank you. I lucked out. Of course, I’ve been keeping an eye on this for months now. Never hurts to plan ahead.”
She shivered as Natasha’s hand moved up her thigh. Stahma glanced at her. “I am happy you were able to get them. It would seem you have been planning this night for some time.” That alone made her love Natasha even more. She’d never quite had romance in her life, so this was something she would not take for granted.
"A lot longer than you think." Planning things was in Nat's nature. And this was also her last hurrah before she did something very stupid and very dangerous.
But stupid and dangerous was an Avenger thing, and Nat was an Avenger.
Besides, she wanted to leave Stahma with a very pleasant memory. Just in case.
“I am flattered that you put such thought into it.” Romance was still entirely new to her, but Stahma was going to make romantic plans of her own for some date in the future. She lightly trailed her fingertips along the inside of Natasha’s forearm.
Nat leaned in, brushing her lips against Stahma’s jaw. She was still wary to do too much in public, mostly out of concern for many of her covers. At least when she was about to fly to Russia, anyway. “You’re worth it.”
Stahma closed her eyes, enjoying the touch of Natasha’s lips to her jaw. She had a smile on her face, and she gently squeezed Natasha’s forearm. “Thank you,” she responded, keeping her hand on Natasha’s arm to maintain contact.
The concert started soon enough, Natasha spending more time watching Stahma’s reaction to it than paying attention to the music or the people on stage. She occasionally moved her hand or her leg to distract Stahma, thinking about the hotel room and what they could get up to in it.
When the concert began, Stahma was a captive audience. She enjoyed the music, though her attention did shift to Natasha when her hand or leg moved. This was certainly a romantic night, and Stahma was getting caught up in it. The music helped to set the tone as well. At one point, she did turn her head and gaze at Natasha as she took her hand and threaded their fingers together.
She squeezed Stahma’s hand back, then leaned her head onto her shoulder and finally let herself get into the music. She closed her eyes, humming along with the music. She couldn’t think of the night being any more perfect.
A warm smile crossed her face as Natasha leaned her head on her shoulder. Stahma closed her eyes, resting her cheek against Natasha’s head and closed her eyes, listening to the music and enjoying this time with her girlfriend. It was an intensely special moment to her, and she didn’t want to forget it.