Illyana Rasputin is a magikal girl. (illusivemagik) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-02-26 22:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, illyana rasputin (magik), natasha romanoff (black widow) |
Who: Natasha Romanoff and Illyana Rasputin
Where: Out at a cafe
What: Random encounter
When: Sometime recently
Warnings/Rating: PG-13 for flirting, allusions to sex, and general Natasha- and Illyana- ness.
Status Complete
Natasha hadn't blinked an eye at "wonderland" and she hasn't batted one when things had returned to normal. She was relieved, however. There was enough weirdness going around as it is.
Tasha headed to the set bright and early. After several long hours of shooting, she took a lunch break at a nearby cafe, still in full costume.
She was used to the stares.
Illyana, feeling ever better, was out and about and bouncy. She was enjoying herself and enjoying the feeling of being able to be out without watching out for crazy inanimate objects. She enjoyed the sun, sometimes. and felt like she could live outside, if she could pry Clarice out more. Today she was out on her own, humming as she bounced around and into a cafe. She was working on shedding the sadness of recent events and with her mind set on a tart cafe mocha, she walked into the cafe, and then almost bumped into the woman clad in black leather. She put out a hand to stop herself, but that hand encountered slick leather and she slipped, flailed, and thunked into the ground on her rear.
Then burst out laughing.
Mostly out of sheer insanity, but also because she and Clarice had celebrated the end of Wonderland that morning, and that portion she fell on was still smarting in a most glorious way.
"Are you all right?" Tasha turned to help the woman up. "I'm sorry. I was trying to decide what I wanted." She brushed at Illyana, innocently trying to remove any dirt from her fall. Her top was still unzipped dangerously low, and her hair was a little missed from a fight scene.
Illyana nodded and grinned at her. And smirked, then, noticing the look, and the zipper, and the... the very nice tracts of land revealed. Wow. If she was not with Clarice, she would totally have jumped Natasha in a second. Or so her mind ran as she allowed herself to be raised up and brushed at. She shivered at the attention. She was wearing a rather low cut top herself, and that brushing nearly made it even more revealing.
“Thanks. I’m fine. Just tired and not looking where I was going. How are you?”
“I’m good, thank you.” Natasha tilted her head, Illyana’s accent oddly familiar. She spoke in Russian, “What has made you so tired?”
Illyana blinked, then snapped her fingers. “You! We talked, during the blue flu craze, and scheduled the ugly paparazzi for a colonoscopy!” She laughed then switched to Russian “A friend died, and also, learning to run a store, and just life.” She nodded.
“I remember! I’m so very glad that you got better.” Natasha’s smile faded. “I am sorry. Those losses are always painful. Is the store helping you?”
Illyana grinned. “And I, you.” Then she shrugged a little. “Some? Living mostly helps, and Clarice, my love.” She smiled a little brighter.. “She helps the best. I remembered her some time past, and she makes everything a lot better.”
Continuing in Russian, Natasha replied, “Living helps, and love. Without those we wouldn’t be human. We’d be something else. Something lesser.”
Illyana nodded, quirking an eyebrow, then smiled. “True, that. Life is better for the living, and loving. And sexing, of course. Sexing helps a lot.” She grinned as she straightened her clothing, then nodded. “You are a sexy woman.”
"Sexing is amazing." She hasn't had this much in such a short period of time, ever. She'd always been so picky in her partners.
Illyana nodded, grinning. “Da. It is. It’s nice to have a steady partner. “ Illyana was also glad to find someone as plain spoken as she was. “I hope yours is well?”
“He is. Very well.” Natasha smiled, her voice becoming a purr. Then she blurted out. “I proposed to him!”
Illyana laughed and grinned widely, taking Natasha’s hands. “Really? Congratulations! You must be very happy and terrified right now.” She bounced a little, doing interesting things to her outfit. “What is his name?”
“Thor Odinson,” Natasha replied, lowering her voice to avoid either a gaggle of fangirls - or murderous fangirls. She was going to take him off the market. It made her feel ecstatic.
Illyana gasped, then grinned. “I met him! During the plague! He was very nice! He carried me back to my room after I fell over!” She smirked at Natasha. “Congratulations. He has a nice manner and big hands.”
“That sounds like something he would do, ja.” Natasha chuckled, folding her arms and smiling happily. “He is very nice. And his hands are very large.”
Illyana smiled, then smirked at Natasha, and shook her head. “Good. You deserve goodness.” She waved a hand around, then back at Natasha’s costume. “What brings you here dressed like this?”
“I was working.” She knew how ridiculous that sounded, but decided to roll with it and see if Illyana caught on. “This is my uniform. I’m at lunch.”
“Your show, yes? The Black Widow? Da, is sexy sexy times and drama. I did not recognize at first, but it looks like the costume I saw the one time I watched it.” She had not had time, really. “I keep meaning to watch more. She did not want to make Clarice jealous, though and some of the shows really seemed majorly like they were meant to be masturbation material.
Natasha smiled. “I can get you a blu-ray set if you’d like. I promise that there’s a lot more depth than appearances. I’ve made sure of that.”
“Yeah? Good! I would like that. Appearances are good but story depth is nice.” She nodded. She would like that a lot. But... “What is a blu ray?”
"Like DVDs but better picture and sound. I'll even sign them!"
“Awesome!” Illyana grinned. She would love that! “You are a kind person, Natasha.” She nodded. “You should order before lunch is over.” She grinned. “Will you be filming more today?”
"Da. Would you like to watch?" She smiled slyly. They could use another extra...
“Truly? I would love to! I have no plans for today. Just to wander...” She grinned widely. “This is.... amazing.”
Natasha put her arm around Illyana. "Come. Let us be hot Russians together."
Illyana laughed and slid an arm around Natasha in return. “Da, lets.” She smirked and walked with the other woman, and knew this would be fun!
FIN.