#ravarui.

trying to romance a womaniser is a very hard thing to do... thankfully, nat is an expert at doing hard things. turns out, tony stark is a very simple man. she had JARVIS send him an urgent message. something that had him stop whatever he was doing and rush to the penthouse—seeing the look on his face when he walked in on her fully nude except for a pink apron in a sort of heart shape was truly priceless.

she was licking whipping cream from a spoon as she smiled up at him, an innocent look on her face. “ it's valentine's day, stark. you're not supposed to work late on valentine's day. ” she holds up the spoon to him. the table is set with candles and a dinner she prepared herself. her hair is up in half a bun, red curls half framing her face, and she smiles like the cat who ate the canary as he walks up to her. one arm snakes around his neck, and she pulls him down to her as her body presses into his, kissing him with a mouth that tastes like cream and wine.

for all of heartbeat, daenerys simply stared at him.

bare, unguarded in a way he never was in armour, all of his sharp lines softened by exhaustion and candlelight. “ you are impossible, ” she whispered under her breath, closing the door behind her with far more care than necessary. her silver hair was unbound, a dark cloak pulled tight around her shoulders as if it could shield her from the danger of being here at all. the throne room, the court, her brother's sharp eyes—none of that existed in this moment. only the sound of water, the low crackle of flame, and jaime lannister looking at her like she was the only thing in the world. she doesn't yet take his hand, wanting to savour this.

he was impossibly handsome for a knight, a kingsguard. and impossibly forbidden for her to want, to love, in any way.

“ you ordered not to be disturbed, ” she continued, raising her voice only for him to hear her a little better, but not much, as her gaze flicked, betraying her, to the line of his shoulder, the damp curl of hair at his nape. “ and i was ordered not to come near you alone. ” she paused for a breath, her lips curling into a smirk that was playful, teasing, far too flirtatious for a princess who was meant to be virtuous. “ and yet. ”

❝ or, maybe, you're not as good a flirt as you think you are, stark. ❞

new year's kiss.

one thing about tony stark?

the man knew how to throw a party.

each year, he seemed to outdo the last. she never cared much for this whole new year's thing. kissing someone at midnight? a childish and rather american tradition, but here she was, nonetheless, watching.

a champagne flute in hand and a smirk on her lips, nat watched as the ruckus grew louder and louder, building to a crescendo as the clock struck midnight. she noticed that the closer it got to that nice round number welcoming in the new year, the closer tony had gotten to her. and now, here he was, standing next to her. she thought it was rather funny, if not a little endearing. natasha turns to him, intent on saying something witty and somewhat flirty, when she felt it...

a soft brush of lips against her cheek, so surprising that it made her feel something akin to a blush creeping up her cheeks. it was the way that tony sounded as he whispered happy new year in her ear, to her. oh, what the hell. natasha grabbed the man by his tie, tugging him close. she kissed him full on the mouth. not a silly kiss, either. the way that adults kiss each other when they really mean it. and she did.

breaking the kiss, breathless and extremely satisifed with how her red lipstick is smudged all over tony's lips, she whispers: ❝ happy new year, tony. ❞ her breathless tone gives it all away...