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It’s Time
thread with @winterfading, continued from here.
Offering her boyfriend a small smile as she walked into the bedroom, a hot flush taking over her as his towel dropped to the floor. Throwing her bag onto a chair in the corner of the room she flopped onto the bed with a loud sigh, cradling her bump.
“Girls night sucks when you look like a beached whale.”
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[text] This. This is it. This is how I die. From lack of attention. ((Winterfading))
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[text: Buckster] I’ve been away for maybe 24 hrs thus far. The science conference is for 3 days, I think you’ll survive dear.
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Nadia’s concerns about being rendered infertile by her past had long since been dismissed. If anything, they should have been concerned about how Bucky’s little swimmers were effected by the knock-off serum he’d been given. The Barneses had long since disproved that whole idea of a couple’s sex life taking a nosedive after they get married, let alone have a kid. Seven kids in seven years later, Nadia had finally put her foot down: she just wanted a full night’s sleep where she wasn’t woken up by a tiny foot to the spine or someone climbing into bed with them, damn it.
In steps Grandpa Hank. Without letting on, he’d booked Nadia and Bucky into a hotel. In Paris. For a week. He could handle the kids that long, he’d assured his worried daughter, and it wasn’t as though he’d be put out of anything with them. After all, there were three guest rooms in that big victorian in San Francisco, and Mrs. Pevensie, the housekeeper, already treated the little Barneses as her own grandchildren.
Nadia had made token protestations, saying that leaving them kid-less for a week in the most romantic city on Earth was the perfect recipe for an eighth grandkid. Her father had just reminded her that the dates weren’t fixed, and they could take him up on the offer whenever they were ready.
Which was how James and Nadia Barnes had ended up on the quietest international flight either of them could remember. Even if Nadia was still breastfeeding their youngest and thus couldn’t share the bottle of champagne with her husband.
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Bucky flashed her a bright smile, “I know. You always do.” He cocked his gun then slowly walked out with his head on a swivel looking for possible aggressive s, “I hope they told you what we are retrieving.” He already knew he was just extra muscle.
“James, haven’t you learned by now?” It would be easy to assume Natasha wasn’t quite paying attention to what they were doing --- her body language was relaxed, her expression light. At least, it seemed that way, but she was acutely aware of everything in her vicinity. “I know everything.” And, as if to underscore her point, she quickly pulled an aggressor from his hiding spot and dispatched him before continuing on her merry way.
[text] I’m in the driveway. I got chicken nuggets. ((Winterfading))
[text]: then what are you waiting for? Get the chicken in here!
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Wanda kissed him back. “What took you so long? I’ve expected you back a week ago.”
✪ Rubbing their back after a stressful day or disappointment. ((Winterfading))
Acts of Affection @winterfading
Wanda had been filling up a glass of red wine when she felt her lover’s fingers on her back, beginning to massage the knots gently. She hummed happily and moved to lean her head back on his shoulder, sipping her wine. “That feels good.” She murmured, closing her eyes. “God, I didn’t know how much I needed that right now.”
