Who: Thor and Natasha When: After this log, night of 01/05 Where: Her place, then a restaurant What: A date, and everything changes for both. Rating: High Status: Complete!
Thor was feeling rather intense, and rather bouncy. He was parking in front of Natasha’s house, only a few hours after leaving, freshly dressed in a custom made tuxedo, a well-put together ensemble that fit him like a glove. For a man with no body shame, it was almost too fun to watch people’s reactions.
But now he was more interested in Natasha’s. He had freshly washed and dressed and was quite interested in seeing how she would turn out tonight. It promised to be a very good evening.
He hoped.
He walked to her door and knocked a single knock, then held out the single purple rose he had brought for her.
Natasha wore what was basically this dress. She'd managed to find time to curl her hair, and it dangled over her shoulders and the back of her neck. She wore silver earrings and a diamond necklace. The heels she wore were strappy, and looked like they could kill someone if used as a weapon.
She opened the door and straightened a bit, her eyebrows lifting. The only other visible reaction was the way her breathing changed, making her sound annoyingly breathless. "Hello."
Thor stopped and swallowed. “Wow.” he nodded, then. “Hello, yourself.” He paused, swallowed, then grinned. “You ah... you look really good.” He nodded slowly.
"I think we both look good, but you might win in that department. Has anyone ever called you dashing?" She pushed the cat back away from the door and slipped out, locking it, before offering her arm to the man. "I'm ready when you are."
Thor blushed and shook his head. “I don’t think so, and no.” He extended his hand to her, and took her arm, leading the way to the limo he had rented. “So, I ah, decided to go all out.” He smirked as he handed her in, then slipped in and close the door and the limo started moving.
“I wanted to give you a very good night.”
"Just being with you is a very good night," Natasha replied, eyes twinkling as she got comfortable in the limo. She stretched her legs out,giving him a nice glimpse of her long, long legs.
He blushed a little, and slid in, watching her, eyes wider. Her legs were very, very nice, and as he settled, and the limo took them away, he smiled a little. “Champagne? Or Vodka?” His grin was a little mischievous.
“Or make-outs?”
"Champagne sounds good. I wouldn't recommend both it and the vodka, the combination is deadly." Natasha flashed him a dangerous smile. "Much worse than either on their own. I think this calls for the bubbly stuff instead of Vodka, though."
“I defer to your expertise, madame.” he smirked as he reached out and pulled out a bottle, then popped the cork.”Which reminds me. I have a present for you.”
He poured for them both and handed her his glass as he raised his. “To a night together, and to enjoying new fun, and old pleasure.”
“A present for me? I haven’t even...” Natasha sighed. She’d been so busy lately that she’d neglected pretty much everyone. Guilt settled on her shoulders. “I’ve been a terrible friend to everyone lately.”
Thor blinked. “You live a rather full life. I don’t think you have been.” He peered at her. “What brings this feeling?” She was busy, and a woman of smarts who had a full life. Heck, he felt sometimes like he did not see the people he cared about enough.
“I consider you to be a good friend.”
"I didn't get you anything. Or anyone. I should send out some cards and gift cards." She rested her hands in her lap, and looked out the window. She wondered if she was wearing too much make-up. "I suppose I feel a little guilty."
“Why? It was a hard Christmas for most. How about this? Instead of feeling guilty, do so now? Send out those cards and gifts if you like, and if someone asks why, or calls you late, simply grin, and tell them they were early. Tell them, you wanted to send presents when none would be had, And tell them to breathe.” he grinned at her, and then held out the small box, plucked from his suit pocket. In it, in solid silver, was a moebius symbol, with diamond accents. And a small etched by hand, black widow symbol on it.
"It wasn't a hard Christmas for me. I don't have issues with money. I think that's a wonderful idea though." She grinned, liking the the idea of random presents being sent throughout the year. She'd have to consider that. Smiling, she took the box and opened it. She gasped. "Thor....this is amazing!"
Thor blushed, then. “You like it, then? I wanted to get you something personal. Something... “ He paused and started again. “You are my friend and I care for you. I hope you like it.” He had worked with a maker, and thrown several tantrums to have it made.
"I love it...its beautiful." Natasha said. She could feel tears welling up and chided herself for getting weepy. The Black Widow did not get weepy. "It's perfect. I don't have words."
He blushed more, then smiled softly, leaned in and kissed her cheek. “Then let words be by the wayside. The look on your face is enough. And knowing I did right... that is enough.” Thor was a sappy man sometimes, and it would not be wrong to say that he felt like his heart was singing. He had made her smile, and maybe possibly sniffle. The look in her eyes and on her face... he would hold that look with him, for all the dark moments.
"You could scarcely do better." She was even more sorry she'd been such a cold bitch in her dreams. There were reasons for it, but it was one aspect she was glad hadn't completely transferred over. She gladly took how physically fit she was, though.
Natasha leaned in, cupping his face and kissing him, hard.
He smiled slowly, and then kissed her back, hands sliding to her shoulders, letting his passion, his care, and his respect for her shine through in that motion. A low groan sounded from him at that kiss, and he let it go on, passionately giving all he could, and glad he had a newfound endurance.
Tasha pressed a button in order to raise the privacy screen, and then deepened the kiss. She pulled her dress up and straddled Thor's lap, digging her nails into the man's shoulder.
Her actions almost surprised him, but he was not displeased, and he stroked his hands up her back, gentle and yet strong, as much massage as caress. He loved how she moved, settling on him, and his eyes sparked, his kiss intensified, and he slid his hands down and up under her dress, groping and caressing her ass with his hands eager and greedy suddenly. He had missed her.
She had wanted him to do that, needed it and craved it. It still surprised her, the way his hands explored her body, eliciting a hungry, cat-like growl from her throat.
Natasha had planned on taking Thor to bed regardless, but his gift and the thought behind it had made her want an early taste.
Her growl turned him on even more, and that it was her, so hungry, above him, even more than that. He purred under her, a rolling sound of thunder and lust, and his hands slid up her back, no nails to speak of, but fingers massaging, groping, and stroking her. Need made him roll his hips up, his erection stroking against her though those tight pants. And when the kiss broke again, he was panting, and his eyes burned with need, and with want, of her, very truly.
Eyes flashing with mischief and voice low and throaty, Natasha dragged her nails down his chest and to his belt buckle. "Does the mighty Thor want something? Or am I having an appetizer?"
He growled low. “The mighty Thor wants the mighty Natasha. He is rather hungry himself.” He paused, then chuckled, eyes dancing. “Flip a coin for who drinks first?” His smirk was fully unshamed. He wanted to make her moan and mewl in pleasure.
She laughed, and kissed him, while freeing him at the same time. “I should go first, give you time to recover, da?”
Thor eyed her. “Time to recover?” With feigned outrage, she was lifted and placed on her back on the limo couch, and he sank to his knees before her as he worked to bare her lower self, her dress pressed upward. “We’ll see, my beautiful lady, who has to recover...” And he lowered his mouth, hot breath coursing across her, as tongue and teeth followed, his desire and his want to make her feel good leading him to a course of wanton teasing.
Natasha blanked out to everything but the sensation of Thor's tongue, breath and fingers, her voice unmuffled and clear as it rang out through the limo. She gasped, rocking and writhing wantonly, until her toes curled and her coil sprung.
Thor dedicated his best efforts to making her explode, fingers and tongue and teeth, breath and effort, and stimulating every part of her he could reach, down there, until he had her coming, and exploding, to his satisfaction. He delighted in it, in making her feel like this, both a gift and a selfish desire to do this to her, at once.
When it became too much she begged him to stop, then tugged on his hair so he'd come up and let himself be kissed. Not willing to let him win she dug her nails into the royal arse, then flipped them around and took him.
He cried out when she slid onto him, and Thor shuddered. “Natasha!” He whimpered her name as he rolled his hips up to meet her. Sheer pleasure filled him as he ground up into her, and his eyes burned with it as he stroked his hands up her body.
"I got impatient." She gasped, nearly drawing blood with her nails. Leaning forward, the spy kissed the gid bruisingly, rolling her hips in a wordless, passionate rhythm. She broke the kiss, teasing, "Do you .... god... want me to stop?"
Thor groaned and hissed in pleasure, bouncing up into her, hard, thrusting and whimpering at the feeling. “Far be it from me to tell you to stop. though, nnn, we did not use protection...” he was more conscious of that now that he knew he could somehow interfere with such things... maybe.
"Don't worry about that, moy dorogoy," she gasped, her entire body quivering on the edge of the abyss. "You... o bozhe...you really...." Tasha shuddered and threw her head back with a cry.
Her cry, her moving like that, made him redouble his thrusts, almost growling low as he looked at her, moving in her and with her, until he suddenly thrust up into her with a desperate lunge, feeling himself explode with desire and warmth and utter pleasure. “Natasha!”
Thor's name wrung on her lips as another orgasm flooded through her. Tasha kissed him, a mix of tenderness and raw passion in the gesture. Privacy screen or not, that limo driver was going to need a week before he could walk again.
Thor smiled softly. “You look glorious.” He pulled her close and kissed her back, hands stroking up her back, and down to grope her ass again. He nodded. “Dinner will be interesting after this, yes.” He smirked a little, warmth in his eyes.
“Dessert before dinner.” Tasha’s voice was breezy, and she pressed her forehead against his. “And after, I hope. I just wanted to thank you for that wonderful gift.” She smirked, and added. “And I just wanted you. It’s been awhile since I’ve had this much sex in a month period.”
“After is good, too.” he gently kissed her and smiled. “I just wanted to make you smile.And i definitely wanted you, a lot.” Then he grinned wider. “You know, my door is always open to you. I like you, and I think you’re one of the most beautiful, most desirable women I know.”
He nodded, then chuckled. “And someday soon, I still need to ‘peel your costume off of you’.” He winked at her.
“I look forward to that more than you know.” Natasha was blushing a bit. “I’d hope to give you some warning so I don’t walk in on something unexpected.” She shimmied her hips playfully.
Thor shuddered, then nodded, grinning and maybe blushing a bit at that. “Whatever you’re wearing, taking you out of it is revealing a beauty few ever see, and every time I am grateful that you let me.” he stroked her hair lightly, and let his fingers tangle in it for a moment.
“Makes sense. I would not want to make you disturbed.”
“I’ll have to surprise you sometime. You’ve probably seen more of me then most people. I’m not sure what it means, but I enjoy it.” She poked him in the chest. “Do I want to know what could disturb me?”
“I enjoy it too.” He returned her poke in kind, a slight poke to one of her magnificent breasts, sadly hidden by her dress. “I have no idea, but I am both curious and scared.” He winked at her and stretched under her, moving in her lightly. “Mmm, should get to dinner and have fun there, so we can go home and have a very lengthy desert.”
Eyes fluttering, Natasha nodded and reluctantly slipped off of him. She prayed for tissues, and found them. "Don't watch. I hate this part."
“Yes, dear.” Thor groaned, and then nodded, agreeingly. In another place and time, he would have offered a different solution, but he let her do as she needed, and then handed her a fresh flute of champagne.
Cleaner now, and satisfied, Natasha settled back in against the seat, and against Thor. She couldn’t believe that he might be scared of anything, least of all her. Sipping her champagne, the red-head fluttered her eyelashes playfully, and pretended to look out the window, but was really watching Thor.
Thor blinked at her fluttering. “Does that... that fluttering thing work a lot? You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever met, but that would surprise me. Even so.” He was curious. he liked her as she was, and her fluttering, or other women’s fluttering made him always confused.
Natasha laughed, the sound light and joyous. “More than you know. A little flutter, a dash of cleavage, and tight pants can get me just about anything.”
Thor chuckled. “All I know is that I would take you working hard, sweating, and dressed in ugly clothing over almost anyone I know, and still be with the most beautiful woman around.”
He nodded, and then kissed her nose. “BUt I do enjoy the cleavage and the tight pants.”
“I would never wear ugly clothing, and you’ve seen me working hard and sweating. I believe that led to some of the most fantastic sex I’ve ever had. Thank you.” She winked.
“I know. And yes... thank you.” He winked at her, feeling quite happy about that memory. “I rather enjoyed that day.” He had never dreamed she would even think of him that way, or allow him to touch her like that and then... well, yeah. Wow.
“And I enjoyed today, so far. And we’re not even all the way through it yet...”
Whatever had possessed her that day, she was glad of it. “What do you have planned for dinner, Mr. Odinson? I’m starving, which is all your fault.”
“The restaurant which we will be arriving at shortly is one of Italian kind, with a dance floor and with comfortable chairs, and with delightful real Italian chefs who cook both Italian and Russian foods and lots of it.” Thor smirked.
"Italian and Russian fusion? Is that what we're having tonight? I could have sworn we'd had Scandinavian and Russian fusion, and it was...electric." Natasha was sure she'd been shocked during that whole thing and it had been hot.
“Well, more like both there on the menu than fusion but yes...” Then he smirked at her, and his eyes danced “I did enjoy the fusion we just had.” He would not doubt it as he was not entirely sure he could control all of his powers, yet.
He would have to see if he could do it consciously, next time, since she looked rather enthralled by the idea. He leaned in and kissed her, and a spark flashed lips to lips, even as the limo pulled to the curb.
The shock went down to Natasha’s toes, and she had to force herself to pull away. Someone opened the door for her (which she generally hated but this time it was okay) and she stepped out, letting the cold air cool her skin.
Thor followed and smirked as he slid an arm around her, leading the way. He walked with her and smiled. “This way, beautiful.” He walked with her into the restaurant, and settled down to a table with her.
“You look fantastic.”
“You're just saying that because I'm glowing," she teased, ignoring the flush encroaching on her face. It was still up in the air what kind of date this was. Natasha knew that Thor's rep was about as exaggerated as hers, so she didn't mind it, no matter how much was true. She enjoyed him as a friend, and a lover. She doubted he wanted more.
He smirked at her and grinned as he reached out to stroke one of her hands. "I'm just saying it because it's true. You are gorgeous. And I'm the luckiest man in this room. "
She turned her hand up so his fingertips brushed her palms. “You are the luckiest man in the room. I’m not so humble as to deny that.” There was a bit of fire in her green eyes.
Thor smiled, and nodded. “Good. I would start wondering if you got replaced by a doppelganger if you did. I am content.” He smirked at that fire, and nodded. “And this is only the start of the night.” Menus came, and he ordered a white wine.
That sounded wonderful to her. She was still torn on what she wanted to eat, but settled on a light pasta with chicken on it. Even with dream!abs (she and Kitty once shared a fist-bumb about that), she still needed to watch what she ate, for both her acting job, and her..other activities.
"I take it we'll be getting in late?"
“I’m hoping. But as always, am open to suggestions.” He hmmed, and peered at the menu, then ordered a steak Alfredo Gorgonzola. He needed a lot of energy in this new body, and while he could exist on other energy sources, he liked eating.
Natasha wondered if one of those sources of energy was sex. Maybe Thor was secretly an incubus. It would explain quite a bit! When her food arrived, she was happy to replenish her own reserves.
He started in on the food. She made hjim self-conscious, and excited, and while he was not truly ready, nor believed himself worthy of a relationship, especially not with someone as incredible as her... she was one of those he dreamed of someday being with. Dreamed of being worthy of. Someday.
Maybe.
And he ate, grinning at her, eating with a hunger and a desire, and a contentment that filled him with only happiness.
If asked, she'd say he was more than worthy, and she was the one that wasn't. He was kind, and gentle, and fun to hang around with, with a fierceness to his heart that one could aspire to. He could be a bit impulsive (she liked Steve's way of handling things better, to be frank), but that was part of the charm.
"...What?" She asked, when she noticed him looking.
Ah, but then he didn’t ask, and he would not agree. Though he thought Steve too staid and self-righteous in the other, dream world, he would not think to anoint him so here, since he knew him little. However, he saw himself, still, as unworthy of love. he had once had a chance, and had lost it, through stupidity and slowness and indecision, and lost worse. He would not think himself easily swayed to love again, nor worthy of it.
“You make me smile.”
And yet, through stupidity and slowness and indecision he could lose any and all future chances at it. Natasha colored the shade of her hair, and looked down at her empty plate. "It can't just be my stunning good looks, I know."
This, at least, was a better pasta date than her...god had it been that long since she'd seen anyone remotely like this? There had been Leliana, but she wasn't sure that counted. And before that had been that bore she'd tossed a plate of spaghetti at for assuming he'd get some. That was much earlier last year.
And so is a tragedy set into motion, and as most, a stupid one. So it is, with hearts, and minds, and wounds in both. Thor smiled, and shook his head. “Not only, no. Being with you is comfortable. Is... nice.” He spoke the words softly, not even thinking about how that might sound, really.
The actress picked up her drink, taking a sip while she worked through what she needed to say, or wanted to say. Or what should be said. If she was reading this wrong, it could be very, very bad. If she was reading this right it could be very bad. Or very good.
After she set her wine back down, she asked, "It feels natural?"
Thor swallowed, and then nodded. “Yes. I like being around you.” He paused and looked at his drink. “Far beyond the sex, which is good indeed, there is... I trust you. As I do few others. And... when I am around you, I feel rather like I can do anything, say anything. Few people that I know make me feel that way.”
he paused. “I should say I’m not hitting on you, and I’m not asking anything of you. I just... it is what it is.”
"It is what it is," she echoed, not letting her eyes move from Thor's. She felt like she held a bit of power and sway over things right now, but didn't want to abuse the privilege. She cared about Thor far too much for that. She feared she might care too much in general. "What would you want? If you could have anything, without any worries?"
Thor looked at her, eyes on hers, his heart pounding and worried. He felt like he had bared his soul, but she still wanted him to take this initiative, and he wasn’t sure he could. he was almost sweating, from trying to face this thing he had been avoiding for so long.
“What would I want? With no worries?” he looked down then at her eyes, and nodded, sure of that, in that moment. “If there were no worries, no fears, no other problems... I think I would want to court you for real. And pursue a real romantic relationship with you, even unto... marriage, and family. Someday.”
He shook his head. “But there are worries, and fears, and life as it is, and the likelihood of someone as smart as you wanting to be in that situation with someone like me seems slim.” And there was a huge chunk of things; the self-loathing of Thor Odinson, bared to his closest friend.
“And... I am afraid I would not be... that I could not... I am afraid that I would fail you, as I failed....” his voice stumbled into quiet, then continued, “as I failed before.” And there was another piece, his lost love, his feelings about how it had ended, and how it still haunted him.
"Perfection doesn't exist." Natasha replied, tone gentle, but firm. The way he was baring herself to him deserved consideration. "There will always be fears, and worries and life's little disasters. We've been blessed, if you could call it that, with a second life. Maybe this is our second chance to have the things we never could in our dreams. Maybe we die tomorrow." She clasped her hands on the table in front of her, not daring to tear her eyes from Thor's.
"Do you really want to go through life afraid of your own shadow? You're not a man who is easily made afraid, why let this scare you off? You're a kind, wonderful man. We won't always get along but we shouldn't expect to. I suspect our arguments would probably involve guns." She couldn't help the way her eyes glinted.
"I haven't been the most lucky in love. A lot of publicity follows me everywhere I go, everyone I've loved or been attracted to either hasn't returned the feelings, or left. And there's a lot of innocent blood on my hands. Maybe not here, but over there. I have a lot to atone for, to make myself worthy of anything resembling a normal life. To make myself worthy of any strong emotions. That doesn't mean I shouldn't try. It just means ... I have issues. Just like you."
Thor listened to her and almost interrupted several time, then slowly nodded. He was afraid, and he felt the guilt of what had happened years before fill him, but... Natasha was right.
He blew out a breath, looking down and clasped both of her hands in his, then looked up and he caught her eyes again. “What do you want? Natasha? If you had no worries, and could have it?” Because it wasn’t just about him, and she had reminded him of that. Did she even think of him along such lines? Would she? he felt almost afraid of her answer.
"Taking you off the market might be a crime, but I've never been courted." Natasha laughed, then looked down at her hands and took a long breath. "I want to be happy, and the more time I spend around you, the happier I feel. I keep trying to ignore that cliff I know is coming because I know I'll go over it and dash on the jagged rocks. I'm usually better with the no strings thing. I tend to prefer it. But something about you makes that..difficult. As for marriage, and family, I'm not against that, some day."
“I’ve never been good with the strings part, and ever since... well, I’ve avoided real romance, but.. I smile a lot more around you.” And he liked how he felt around her. He smiled a little and then nodded, and breathed one more long breath out. “Then before I lose my nerve, wanna try to date? Like really, steadily, date? Exclusively?”
He paused. “And together we can see... what happens.”
And then he held his breath.
Natasha swallowed, the weight of their conversation crushing down on her. But she was smiling. "Before I lose my nerve, I better say yes, Thor. Lets see what happens."
Thor grinned, rose, and moved around the table, drawing her up, and then he kissed her, full body pressed to hers, and held her as he pressed his excitement, his hopes, and his passion into that kiss. When it broke, he nodded.
“Wow.”
She hadn't been expecting the kiss. Really, she should have been. She could only tangle her fingers into his hair and return the kiss with all her passion, and her own hopes. Tasha felt more excitement, than fear. “Wow...”
Thor nodded. “Now, to eat, and drink, and have a very good evening...” His eyes danced. “...with my girlfriend.” He winked and went to sit again.
Somewhere, a million fangirls cried out and were silenced.