Natalia (the_black_widow) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-09-21 14:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, leliana, natasha romanoff (black widow) |
I messed up horribly on your lunch order, so you had every right to bite my head off then, non?
Who: Leliana and Natasha
What: Busy day on set, followed by seduction
Where: Dressing room I guess?
When: Last night
Status: complete
Rating: PG-13 for suggestive situations
It had been a stressful several days on set, and Natasha was growing increasingly weary of the pace, and the production and just the whole show business. She wasn't sure she loved this as much as she used to. She ran her assistant ragged, and it was late in the day when she caught Leliana by the arm, "I'm sorry. I've been a bitch all day."
It had, indeed, been a very long day. But Leliana wouldn't have had it any other way. She enjoyed keeping busy, enjoyed the intrigues that happened behind closed doors in the acting world, and especially got a thrill off of being in the middle of it.
Of course, she loved her boss, too, so that certainly helped. So when Natasha pulled her aside, she flashed one of her more endearing smiles at the actress, "Oh no, I have certainly worked for some bitches before, and you simply do not compare, my dear."
"You deserve better than to get me with this attitude," Natasha insisted. She guided Leliana off into a side room. "Sit. You need a break, you've been working non stop and I've bitten your head off a whole bunch of times."
"Well, to be fair, I really did bring you the wrong shirt that one time, and then I messed up horribly on your lunch order, so you had every right to bite my head off then, non?" Leliana's cheerful mood was stubbornly resistant to things like bitchiness, on most days. She hadn't even seen Natasha's mood as that big of a deal. Except for the part where it was her job to try and make the woman feel better.
"You sit, as well. Here, you ‘ave been on your feet all day, too. I will massage them for you."
"Over a slice of cheese?" Natasha rolled her eyes, scoffing, "Let me make it up for ...you..." She found herself automatically sitting as Leliana deftly managed to turn things back towards her and also render her speechless. Was she really flirting with her or was she seeing things?
"I'm not sure foot massage was in your job description..."
The french woman waved a hand in the air over the idea of 'job descriptions', and started taking Natasha's shoes off, "You have tired and achy feet, this is a problem for you, one that I can happily and very willingly relieve you of the burden of. Why should I not do everything I can to comfort you?"
She was very good at giving massages, too, which was easily proven when she pulled some peppermint lotion out of a bag she carried around with her and got to work on Natasha's left foot.
"Well it seems a little weird, I don't general... oh... ooh god..." Natasha tilted her head back and closed her eyes, fighting back a groan as Leliana massaged her foot. That should not feel that good, she decided. It was clearly an evil ploy to get into her good graces, or something.
Whatever it was it was working, and making her feel incredibly conflicted.
"It isn't sexual harassment if we're both enjoying it, I think," Leliana murmured, with a bit of a smirk at the corner of her mouth. She knew this wasn't a part of the normal things someone in her position would do, but she didn't care.
Natasha was a beautiful woman, and a lonely one. It broke Leliana's heart to see, and she felt like she should pay her extra attention. She was also incredibly attracted - not just to her looks, but to the woman underneath all that.
Natasha chuckled, though it was more of a throaty moan by the end of it. Her eyelids were too busy fluttering in pleasure to really let her think about it. Her voice was a little thick, and her accent more apparent, "It might be if I beg you not to stop."
The left foot was put down, and Leliana began to massage the right, with as much care and attention as she'd paid to the previous one. She ducked her head a bit as she worked, and a faint flush appeared on her cheeks.
"Well, I think... that it would only be harassment then, if I wanted to stop, and you somehow begged me to consider otherwise. But that is not the case, so I think we can put those fears aside for now and you might simply enjoy this."
Natasha chewed on her lip, and shifted a bit, unzipping her catsuit several inches. She let her eyes close, and gave a soft, shivering sigh. She was enjoying this too much, and she didn't care. Her job didn't satisfy her like it used to, and her dating life was cobwebs. Maybe she was too picky. No, she was too picky. She could have any man she wanted, and many women besides. Except that the ones she wanted were taken, or straight.
"Da...."
There was no doubt in Leliana's mind that she loved Cassandra. The love was one of those slow, undying burns, however, and she knew the two of them weren't at a place in their lives where it would work out.
So she glanced over at the skin revealed by the unzipped catsuit, and allowed herself to daydream a bit about what they could get away with in this room if Natasha was gay, and interested. It was a very titillating set of thoughts, and made her blush a bit more.
"Oui..."
"Yes, what?" The actress asked, stretching a bit as Leliana's fingers molded her foot into something else. She opened her eyes, noting the woman's blush, and closed them again quickly.
She thought about her attraction to Sansa, the one that she had successfully squashed. So long out in the wilderness and she viewed the girl more like a younger sister, now. Still, she had unanswered questions.
"Ah! Nothing, really. Just, you were saying 'yes' in Russian, so I thought I would join the party in my home language, see?" Leliana winked at her playfully and scrunched her nose up into a huge goofy grin, then patted the foot she was massaging and set it down.
"God, were you born this adorable?" She laughed, shifting as Leliana's fingers tickled her foot. She snerked, biting back a laugh. She also had to bite back a disappointed moan that Leliana's hands weren't massaging a leisurely patch up her leg.
"That was amazing. You’re getting a raise.” She winked, jokingly.
"One of these days, you will tell me that I am getting a raise and I will actually allow it," Leliana replied, teasingly, "But not today. Oh non. I have done nothing much to earn it yet. At least allow me to work for you for a few months, mm?"
As for being born that adorable, well, she was completely ignoring that comment, or maybe she wasn't. No, she really shouldn't flirt with her boss, and she knew it, so she was ignoring it.
"Were you born this enticing?" Or Leliana was going to blurt things like that out of her mouth, while winking at her boss and completely ignoring her own better judgement. That was an option, too.
Natasha straightened, leaning forward. She knew exactly the effect this would have, which was precisely why she did it. Too much time in that dream world, and too much time playing this role, and it was second nature. Was this smart? She didn't know, and right now she didn't care.
"How enticing?"
It had the exact effect that Natasha was going for, and Leliana being the woman she was - the sort who had been trained in the seduction of men and women, and still used those 'wiles' when she had to, or just for fun - read it exactly the way Natasha intended her to.
Which made her lean forward a bit, too, and rest her chin on her hands. She purred, "Oh I think you know how enticing you are, non? If it was not so very inappropriate, I think we would not be speaking right now."
"Does it matter if it's inappropriate? It's not illegal," Natasha replied, tucking some hair behind Leliana's ear. "You'd be my first, with a woman, da?"
Her voice deepened to a purr, “You want that."
The hair-tucking sent shivers down Leliana's spine, which turned into an almost full shudder when Natasha's purring voice followed it. If it was possible to make love to voices, Leliana would do it. Her eyelids lowered a bit, and she smirked lazily.
"Ohho, I think... Well." She trailed off and tilted her head to the side. She sounded so confident, but she was still blushing, "I think I would like it, but I think ... well I would hope, that you would want it, too."
Enjoying the game, and the seduction, and the tension in the air, Natasha murmured, "I want it, Leliana."
It was the most fun game, as long as all the players involved knew it was one, and everyone was on the same terms. Leliana moved in a bit closer, brushing her lips gently against Natasha's ever so slightly before purring, "How badly do you want it, Natasha?"
Leliana's touch burned in a way that was pleasant. It also made her pulse quicken. Instead of answering Leliana directly, she threaded her fingers behind the woman's head and pulled her in for a hungry kiss. Only after she allowed an inch of space, did she say anything.
Huskily, she whispered, “Badly."
The kiss was extremely good, and filled Leliana's head with all kinds of ideas about things they might get up to if they ended up in a bed together. She hoped that they would, though she didn't say that directly.
Instead, breathlessly, she whispered, "Then per'aps we could adjourn to your place, or mine..."
"Which is closer?" Natasha sounded just as breathless as Leliana, and even as close as their faces were, it was hard to hear her. She was nervous, and she couldn't recall the last time she'd been this nervous.
Nor could she recall the last time she'd had a 'this' to possibly be nervous about.
"Mine is, I think." Leliana whispered, before kissing her again. She wasn't nearly as nervous, though she wanted to make sure that the woman knew before they started that this was something she was doing as a friend or lover and not as an employee.
She didn't want any thoughts like that cheapening it, for either of them.
"Your pla-" Natasha was cut off by the pressure of the other woman's lips, and the only other sound that came out was a low, animal moan. She stroked Leliana's cheeks with her thumbs.
Leliana let the kiss linger on for quite some time before gently breaking it off and getting to her feet. She held her hand out to Natasha, then, with a bit of a twinkle to her eyes, "Come along then, my dear."
“We need to exit out the back,” She replied, taking Leliana’s hand. She wasn’t ready yet for the paparazzi to catch wind of this.