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venomsa:

He looks at her with a confused expression, tilting his head as he eyes her back questioningly.

“Then what do you like most about him? I mean, me?”

He slowly starts to move around the table, his lips forming a smile as he still feels the phantom sensation of her lips on his.

Slowly, she turns her head over her shoulder, giving him a smug but mysterious smile. 

“Perhaps I shall tell him one day.” 

Turning away from him, she strides towards the door, resting her hand on the handle and pulling it open. 

“But I suspect that he already knows.”

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venomsa:

His free hand cups the back of her neck, eager to keep her lips on his as he continues the kiss. The softness of her lips is as intoxicating as it was the first time, and he never wants to end this moment. If he has to have an addiction, he wants it to be this; being with this gorgeous, perfect goddess.

Eventually, however, it has to end. His lips pull back ever so slightly, ending the kiss, but stay close enough for another one at any moment.

“…I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.”

Slowly her eyes open, his face coming back into focus - although the rest of the world behind him remains a blur.  Brushing a strand of blonde hair back behind her ear, she sits back on her stool, the edges of her lips turning up slightly in a peaceful and serene smile. 

“Then you should not let your fear and uncertainty keep you from what you want.  The Flash Thompson I know is courageous and strong.  One may think that would be what I like most about him….” 

Her smile twists into a bit mysterious and she slips off her stool, turning her back to him. 

“…But they would be wrong.”

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venomsa:

He leans in also, finding his face painfully close to hers. He can smell the sweet scent of whatever perfume she uses (if she uses any, he had never asked) and her breath softly hitting his lips. He doesn’t know if it’s stupidity or courage, but he subtly gulps and leans in a bit further, letting his lips softly press against hers as he finally gets to feel the sensation he had been so distracted by since her kiss.

Her eyes widen as he leans forward into her and as she feels his lips press onto hers.  Closing her eyes, she leans into the sweet embrace, letting the feeling of being with him again wash over her.  

Lifting her hand off the counter, she places it onto his - pressing his palm into the coolness of the marble stone. 

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venomsa:

“Thanks.”

He talks the cup into his hand and takes a long sip of the bitter yet refreshing drink, trying to think of a way to salvage the current situation. He is quite sure he has wrecked things, but when you have the gorgeous goddess of your dreams near, that tends to happen.

He speaks with a soft voice.

“Sorry. I find it hard to restrain myself around you, especially since you..”

He snaps his mouth shut, looking shier then he perhaps should.

She raises a slim eyebrow as his words peter out, wondering what else he was going to say.  Leaning forward a bit on her stool, she edges closer to him over the counter. 

Silent, she looks down at the pattern of the marble, not wanting to say anything that would end the moment, and not wanting to say anything that would betray her own thoughts. 

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venomsa:

He looks at her for a moment, then pulled his wrist free, only to gently take her hand and kiss it softly.

“If you say so, Val.”

His eyes widen as he realises what he did, and he drops her hand as he looks down. He murmurs a sorry as he insults himself over and over in his head.

‘Stupid, stupid, stupid!’

Her smile only grows larger as she watches him kiss her hand - it reminded her of chivalry and sweetness and all the days lots when she was just a young maiden.   It took her back to a time of innocence - before she cavorted with death.  

She liked it. 

When he drops her hand, she simply let’s it rest on the cool counter - a welcome sensation after the warmth of his touch.  Her gaze is serious as she looks at him, a distant thought slowly forming in the back of her mind. 

Silently, she gets up and pours him another cup of coffee - sliding it across the counter to him without a word. 

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venomsa:

‘Is she teasing me or does she really think I mean yo-yo’s?’

His face flushes again, but he forces the colour down as he looks at her again, smiling weakly enough to sign that he was having trouble with his thoughts.

“I have no idea. Doesn’t matter too much, anyway. Your company is more important than what we’re doing.”

It takes him a few seconds to realise what he had said at the end, and then he begins to curse himself mentally.

Her smile spreads slowly across her face and she nods, accepting the compliment with silent grace.  Pulling up a stool, she sits in front of him, resting her chin on her palm. She can see the regret on his face with the words and she reaches out to grab his wrist gently. 

“Flash, do not feel bad for such words. Even a goddess likes to be reminded that her company is wanted.# 

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venomsa:

He almost freezes at her words, his mind immediately beginning to conjure up inappropriate thoughts before sobering into wondering if she simply saw through what he said and was suggesting something else.

That brings up thoughts of the kiss, the phantom feeling of her lips on his, and he knows his face is starting to redden. He looks away in a futile attempt to hide it.

“Y-Yeah, maybe we could, Val.”

Her intrigue only grows more at his reaction, wondering what possibly this yo-yo hobby could involve and resolving to ask Natasha about it as soon as possible.  Whatever it was, it certainly intrigued Flash - she could tell that just from the look on his face.  

“Shall we go and find one now then? What accoutrements are needed in order for one to be an hobbyist yo-yo’er? 

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venomsa:

“I’m afraid of what Widow would suggest. She’d probably tell me to get yo- .. yoyo’s.”

He winces at his poor attempt to cover himself, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. Shaking his head, he forces himself to continue to speak casually.

“Cap would probably come up with something like ‘Art, son, art’. I tried that once; everyone made me promise to never try it again.”

A flicker of a frown passes before her face as she thinks over his words. 

“I am not familiar with this human yo-yo hobby you mention, I will have to ask Natasha to show me sometime.  Perhaps it is something that we could take up together.” 

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venomsa:

“No clue.”

His smile becomes wry and self-deprecating as he places his mug down and focuses all of his attention on her.

“Don’t suppose you have any suggestions?”

There’s a bigger question in his mind, but he feels unsure about asking it; for now, he’d keep it shelved.

“I am afraid that most of the Asgardian hobbies do not translate well to an earthen domain.  Nor am I an expert in the hobbies of you humans.  I do not think I am the right person to ask.” 

She offers up an apologetic smile and takes his mug over the sink along with hers. 

“Perhaps you should ask Steve or Natasha.”