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Stahma Tarr is no one's fool (noonesfool) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-06-24 22:23:00

Who: Natasha and Stahma
What: A discussion about moving in together
When: Recently
Where: Stahma's home
Warnings: Family friendly



It had been one of those things that had been on her mind for a few weeks at least. Sometimes she almost brought it up. And with the murder case pretty much dismissed, she was spending most of her time at Stahma’s anyway. They still needed to track down the real killer and then ruin the people responsible for framing her girlfriend.

Ruin, not kill. Though killing was tempting.

Still, it would be easier if she didn’t have to drive back to her place. So she was going to stay the night, again. The side benefits were nice, too.

Discussing moving in together had been something that had crossed Stahma’s mind as well. However, the murder thing had distracted her. She’d intended to bring it up when she asked Natasha for dinner the other week, but they’d gotten carried away with other things. Which was also fine, she didn’t mind that in the least.

But perhaps it shouldn’t be a topic put off much longer, considering how often Natasha spent the night here. And after this whole framed for murder thing had happened, Stahma certainly would feel more secure if she and Natasha were together in the same place. Safety in numbers and all.

“May we talk about something that has been on my mind, love?” She asked. As they were in for the night, Stahma didn’t have her human disguise on, and she was in a nightgown. Her hair was down, and hung rather long. Sometimes she wondered about getting a couple inches cut off, but she was rather vain about her hair. She preferred it long.

“Mm?” Natasha was wearing even less, just her underwear and a thin top. She crawled onto the bed, moving behind Stahma to rub her shoulders and then brush her hair. “This isn’t the good bye talk, I hope?”

Stahma chuckled a bit. “No, it is not. Rather the opposite, in fact.” She loved the shoulder rub and she made a sound of approval as she closed her eyes for a moment. “What do you think about moving in together?” Stahma felt that might be the better way to pose the question, see what Natasha’s feelings on it were, then go from there.

Natasha actually looked surprised. LIke in all her planning and sneakiness she hadn’t ever considered that Stahma would ask her. Even with how paranoid she could be (it wasn’t paranoia when they were actually out to get you) she hadn’t guessed at that. She paused in brushing Stahma’s hair, then started again. “It’s crossed my mind a few times.”

The paranoia, or lack thereof, wasn’t unique to just Natasha. Stahma tended to keep her eyes open. She suspected everyone she didn’t know, which was the safer way to operate. It tended to keep her alive in the dangerous line of work she was in. She noted Natasha pause in brushing her hair before she resumed it. “Has it? Then that is a good thing. What do you say to you moving in with me?” Of course, Stahma could always move in with Natasha as well, but the logistics of that would be difficult to manage. It would be easier for Natasha to move into this mansion. For one, it could be better used for their sometimes less-than-legal activities. Plenty of rooms to hide things in and so forth.

“I’m worried you’ll think I’m just in it for the digs,” Natasha admitted. It was a stupid worry, but one that had actually been on her mind. “Idiotic, you don’t have to tell me twice.”

There was a quip on the tip of her tongue, but Stahma held it back, instead opting for a more serious and appropriate response. She turned around to face Natasha so she could look her in the eye. She reached out and pressed her hand against Natasha’s cheek. “I love you, and I want you here with me. I know that you are not in it just for the house.”

Setting the brush Aside, Natasha let herself lean into Stahma’s hand. “It’s hard. To let myself have this, to have you. Every instinct is screaming against it, actually. Even when we have a quiet moment together.”

“I understand what you mean. Living the lives we have, trust and love do not come naturally the way it can to other people. We are not used to having something, to being happy. Though I know that I would be lost without you by my side.” And possibly still married to Datak, but Stahma liked to think that regardless of anything she would’ve divorced the man at some point.

Trust, not just in each other, but in that the world wouldn’t ruin all that was good about it. There was that fear. Hydra and other terrorists, aliens and world ending events.

But it was that fear that motivated her now. “I’ll move in. Because sometimes you have to ignore your instincts.”

The fear of someone or something ruining what they had was definitely there, but Stahma wasn’t going to let it keep her from embracing what she and Nat had. She smiled and moved to straddle Nat and she slipped her arms around her neck.

“Sometimes you have to listen to your heart. And I am happy that you will move in. I like having you around.” This house could be extremely lonely when no one was here. Stahma didn’t like that feeling.

“We’re not sharing toothbrushes,” Nat joked, wrapping her arms back around Stahma and giving her a light kiss. She did like it when the alien woman was in her lap. If they could stay like that always she’d be happy.

“Afraid that you will catch some alien disease from me?” Stahma teased in response. Turning into a Castithan was actually a boon to her. She hadn’t had a single illness since she’d made the transformation. Castithans tended to be resistant to most illness that affected humans and the other species of her dreams. Stahma liked sitting on Natasha’s lap, it was one of her favorite positions, both sexually and platonically. She rubbed her nose against Natasha’s gently.

“If that is what it took, I’d already be infected.” She placed a hand on her chest. “But it’s too late for me. I’ve come down with a bad case of loving you.”

Stahma chuckled. “Then I shall not seek a cure for I have a bad case of loving you as well.” She brushed her fingers through Natasha’s hair. She was always fascinated by the color and how it contrasted with her own coloring. “How far we have come since we crossed paths when I was wounded.”

“Luckiest knife wound.” She ghosted her fingers over where it had been. Whether or not it had healed scarless, she’d always be able to feel it. Figuratively, at least. Her fingers drifted up past Stahma’s breasts, and to the side of her neck.

There was a scar where the wound had been. She also had a second scar on her stomach as well, that one having come in her waking life. Those were the only two blemishes on her otherwise perfect skin. She shivered lightly at Nat’s touch. She trailed her fingertips against the back of Natasha’s neck as she leaned in to kiss her.

Natasha smiled against Stahma’s lips, tracing her scars. She had so many more compared to Stahma’s, but she didn’t mind. It made them each different and unique, and she certainly wasn’t as perfect as her girlfriend.

She liked it when Nat traced her scars. She trailed a hand along one of Nat’s arms, fingers caressing the skin. “Mm,” she murmured against Natasha’s mouth. Her other hand slid down her girlfriend’s back. Stahma had to say, Nat’s top was intensely sexy.

“I love you…” Nat moved her lips down Stahma’s face and neck, pressing against her and making their bodies flush together. She could almost feel Stahma’s pulse beneath her lips, and she nipped there. “I’ll keep my apartment. Business reasons. But I’ll move everything personal here.”

“I love you, too,” she responded. Stahma closed her eyes and tilted her head back as she felt Nat’s lips on her neck. She tangled her fingers into Nat’s red hair, a smile on her face. “If you want me to, I will help.” She’d expected Nat to keep her apartment, it was simply how she operated. Stahma would have been the same had their positions been reversed.

“Mm. I only need a few hours and a truck, but thank you. What you can help me with, is finding a few places for some things.” She didn’t have much in the way of decoration, but a few pictures, and a painting she loved.

“I can certainly do that. Wherever you wish to put them, we can make room for them.” Stahma didn’t have all that much in the way of paintings or pictures hung on the walls. There were a couple statement pieces, but beyond that she hadn’t bothered much. “We can also make use of some of the extra rooms for certain things.” Such as hiding weaponry and other technology that they may or may not use for less-than-legal reasons. And also off the books of Natasha’s employers.

“I already have diagrams.” Natasha grinned at her, leaning in to steal another kiss. “You know, just in case.”

Stahma chuckled and kissed Natasha back. “I would expect nothing less, my love,” she responded. She untangled her fingers from Nat’s hair to gently caress her cheek. She then leaned in and kissed her again.

It was big and scary and Natasha didn’t scare easily. But this kind of thing did. And she thought it always would. But maybe that was okay. Sometimes it was okay for the spider to be afraid. She let herself become lost in the kiss and the feel of Stahma’s body.