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𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴  𝙸𝚂  𝙽𝙾  𝙴𝙽𝙳  𝙸𝙽  𝚂𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃  𝚃𝙾  𝙷𝙴𝚁  𝙿𝙰𝙸𝙽, even after the Supreme Leader’s hand settles back atop his throne and he dismisses her. She hurts to the very marrow of her bones as she drags her shaking form up from the cold floor, hobbling towards the elevator where she collapses against the wall as the doors slide shut behind her. Blood oozes from numerous wounds, new and old they stain her dark clothes red with blood. Hazel eyes flutter shut as she rests her forehead against cool durasteel, fighting to even her ragged breath. More than anything she wants to cry, from the pain in her body and the unspeakable humiliation of failure. She cannot even find it in herself to put a damper on the bond, certain that Kylo was feeling each heady wave of physical and emotional agony she was.

It makes her all the more sick to her stomach, furious that her lashing from Snoke would likely be followed up by Ren. While she could not fight against the Supreme Leader, she WOULD verbally eviscerate the Knight if he dared torment her in such a state. She didn’t need to be reprimanded for her follies, least of all from him. So when he appears at the mouth of the elevator when the steel doors slide open, she bares her teeth. 

Natasha’s new charge isn’t exactly her usual fare. The people that normally hire her are either on a temporary basis, or it’s other women that Natasha is suppose to blend in with. It’s a lot less suspicious when the body guard is also in high heels and a skin tight dress. Plus, ti gives her a chance to find new and interesting places to hide her weapons. 

The new guy is... different, to say the least. Her first instinct is to laugh in the face of the guy’s mom after seeing a picture of him, but the woman looks like she could kill Natasha with a single glare. Instead, she takes the file offered and gives it a day. It only takes a few pages into the file for Natasha to accept the gig. After all, she loves nothing more than a challenge.

And yeah, it’s a bit of a power move for her to be on the phone when said son finally shows up. It’s not even anything important, but she still gives him a ‘hold on’ finger and turns away for a moment. Maybe she’s flirting with disaster, but at least disaster is a foot taller than her and built like a tank.

          “ You’re hurt. ”   A more obvious statement has never been made: there is blood, quite a bit of it. Sometimes she forgets that normal people have so much of it in their bodies.  ( Reminder: humans can lose up to approximately two pints of blood before shock settles in; five to six pints will result in death. Observation,  unsettling:  she remembers this well because she experienced it first hand. )  He’s lost quite a bit, but remains conscious. A fighter, a stubborn man. An admirable trait, supposedly.

          Hands reach down to place pressure over the wound and slow the flow of blood.  “ I... can help. Please remain calm. ”

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                                                                 ❝hey! i didn’t think you’d make it.❞

              flushed off the team’s victory, there’s naught a hint of resentment in his tone. instead, there’s a radiance to his gaze, genuine gratitude in the curve of his lips as finn walks away from the now muffled noise of the jubilant locker room behind him. the collar of his shirt’s a little damp but he doesn’t seem to mind as he closes the distance between them. 

                                                      ❝tell me you saw me pulling off that touchdown.❞

𝚂𝙷𝙴  𝙸𝚂  𝚁𝙰𝚅𝙴𝙽𝙾𝚄𝚂  𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃  𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃, arms and legs wrapped tight around his hulking frame as she kisses him over and over. There is no space left between them yet still she longs to be closer, until they breathe the same air and share the same heartbeat. Where this mood had sprung from was anyones guess, it crept from the dark like a beast awaiting its dinner, this horrible gnawing loneliness that demanded the attention of her love. Closer, closer, closer, never close enough. The  marrow of their bones could mix and still she would not be satisfied. Her lips are not soft as she drags them across his lips, sucking and nipping until they are both stained a bright pink. 

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