[ wash is nervous, too, which feels absurd, something he both wants to analyze and pick apart and something he thinks maybe might be best left alone. his back and forth with natasha has been far from unpleasant, and for as much as he is ready to admit he doesn't know about her, there are things they do share, more than a few common threads, a draw he can't pretend isn't there. he'd made the offer for a reason, after all. even if the details of that reason sometimes feel -- strange.
she'd made him wait a little last time, too. even knowing that, wash finds himself wondering, as he waits, if she'll show up. and what if she doesn't? what does that even mean? would he be disappointed? what would that mean? its a genuine relief when she does turn up ( and what does that mean ), something that he only barely manages to not quite show, offering her a tip of his head in greeting. ]
You can be impressed anyway, if you want.
[ light, playful, even as his eyes immediately flick to her collar -- maybe multiple reasons behind that, but wash knows full well what that means, more than just the snug fit of leather against her skin. they'd been arrested together, after all. again. ]
Isn't he always?
[ casual enough, his tone barely shifting from that gentle playfulness -- as if he isn't referring to the actual added surveillance and all -- but he knows. they both know. the only reason his guard doesn't immediately go up is because it always is, and his gaze lingers on it, for a while. frightening how similar it looks to other city-provided collars he's seen submissives wear while out and about, since the changes. she makes it look good, though. as she does with everything. ]
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she'd made him wait a little last time, too. even knowing that, wash finds himself wondering, as he waits, if she'll show up. and what if she doesn't? what does that even mean? would he be disappointed? what would that mean? its a genuine relief when she does turn up ( and what does that mean ), something that he only barely manages to not quite show, offering her a tip of his head in greeting. ]
You can be impressed anyway, if you want.
[ light, playful, even as his eyes immediately flick to her collar -- maybe multiple reasons behind that, but wash knows full well what that means, more than just the snug fit of leather against her skin. they'd been arrested together, after all. again. ]
Isn't he always?
[ casual enough, his tone barely shifting from that gentle playfulness -- as if he isn't referring to the actual added surveillance and all -- but he knows. they both know. the only reason his guard doesn't immediately go up is because it always is, and his gaze lingers on it, for a while. frightening how similar it looks to other city-provided collars he's seen submissives wear while out and about, since the changes. she makes it look good, though. as she does with everything. ]