#mpxnathaniel

with @mpxnathaniel from here

Nathaniel chuckled, pulling her a little closer to his side. Face drawing closer, he took the moment to fully appreciate Valentina’s beauty - every soft curve and freckle on her perfected complexion. “Were you always so demanding, sweet?” he teased, pausing for a long moment before he kissed her lips, gentle and slow, “You’re lucky that I’m so nice.”

“Awww, that’s so sweet~ I hope you mean it, otherwise I think you’ll be in trouble.”

tension symbol meme: no longer accepting

She honestly hadn’t meant to drink so much while she was out with Val and Nate that night. Valentina had ran into a friend while they were out, leaving the drunk Krystal for Nate to deal with. As they rode in silence to his place she clung to his arm, her cheek on his shoulder as she sleepily and drunkenly rambled about nothing important. Krystal had been expecting to end up in her own bed but instead she was clinging to Nate in his own living room. Mumbling incoherently as he dragged her to his room after she’d tried snuggling his dog. Krystal and Nate weren’t good friends by any means but they were close enough due to Valentina.

He carefully helped her into his bed, she thought she heard him say something about wanting to keep an eye on her but she wasn’t sure. Things were a bit foggy as she became sleepier. As she laid in his bed she smiled at him and genuinely thanked him for taking care of her, placing a kiss to his hand before sleep overtook her drunken body.

tension symbol meme: still accepting

It wasn’t unheard of for Val to spend the night at Nate’s place after they spent an evening together. He was always a gentleman and had his chef treat her to breakfast in the mornings. Last night was no different as she slowly woke to the sunlight streaming in through his windows. Her bleary eyes blinked restlessly as the fog of sleep lifted from her mind. When her eyes came to focus on Nate who was laying beside her, watching her intently, a blush bloomed on her cheekbones and ears. She reached down to pull the duvet over her bare arms, still bare from the night before. 

Her brown eyes finally focused on him fully and she was surprised to find him still watching her after she’d caught him. She couldn’t imagine her face, puffy from sleep was the most attractive thing right now, yet he still looked at her fondly.

“Good morning to you, handsome. Now quit staring at me, I’m puffy and gross.”

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It was a pretty slow evening, with Valentina currently curled up on Nathaniel's couch with Fluffy the II between the two she was content. A day with Nate was exactly what she’d needed after the week she’d had and they understood each other. Making it easy to find comfort in his presence without sex needing to be involved for once. Her relaxed state was interrupted with the rumble of her stomach, reminding her it had been several hours since she had last eaten. With a soft groan, she sat up from her lounging position and turned to look at Nate. 

Her lips were slightly pouted as she reached her hand out to scratch Fluffy’s ears. “Nate... I’m hungry.”

Chuckling gently, Wukong shakes his head as he slowly stands on long legs before letting his hands hang deep in his trouser pockets, shoulder’s hunched as he settles an expression of defeated amusement on the other as he observes himself in the mirror. The Director would agree that he liked the finer things in life, good food, his home was well furnished and large, the company of beautiful people, but as he watches that designer fabric slip over slim shoulders and fit so meticulously even he is out done.   

“Well now, I thought we could do that-” he hums, striding over behind the other, as he gazes back at that expectant expression looking back at him in the mirror. Of course Nathaniel wanted to wine and dine himself at that ridiculously expensive restaurant, he would expect noting less... and so less is exactly what Wukong wants to give him, a lot less  

Nathaniel groaned, tilting his head back as he rubbed his eyes. It had been hours since he’d come to the library, searching for information on some bizarrely obscure medieval history that was meant to help with one of his new investments. “I’d usually just get my secretary to do the research for me,” he admitted, “I’m not good with this sort of thing. My strength lies elsewhere.”

“Clearly.” he chuckles. Leonard didn’t really think there were many books stacked on the young man’s table for his historical research, then again he might not have any solid leads that could be found in any of the references he picked out. At least not without any kind of primary or translated secondary source anyway.