The Prisoner | Natasha x OC

Chapter Twenty-Five

"And till the end you're my very bestfriend."
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Her physical discomfort became more obvious as Natara slowly drifted towards consciousness. And so did the cold.

The wall was freezing against her neck and back and she unconsciously tightened her hold on the only warmth near her, something that happened to be Natasha. Brining the spy further into herself and holding her closer, Natara's eyes remained closed and her actions, oblivious.

Nat too was fast asleep but beginning to draw closer to waking. The way she nestled herself further into the warmth behind her-- a place she was being drawn closer to-- wasn't known to her.

The door opened silenty, Soloman's eyebrows were furrowed at the delay. He froze upon entering.

Natara lay fast asleep against the wall, her arms wrapped what appeared to be securely around Natasha who lay against her body comfortably, face against the blonde's neck. Both were out.

He didn't want to disturb, naturally. Especially when Natara never slept during the night while in Thailand. But he knew he had to. He could already see the assassin stirring, more than likely sensing another presence in the room. He forced down and away the small part of him that had always been there since the moment he'd first met Natara and all it took was a light clearing of his throat.

Both sets of eyes flew open, Natara's hand shooting out for a weapon she didn't currently possess, landing instead on a body atop her own.

"Your flight leaves in less than two hours," He greeted before leaving the room as silenty as he'd entered it.

I few seconds passed before Natasha sat up slowly, going over everything that had happened last night. She felt Natara's weight disappear from behind her and turning, she saw the assassin starting to gather her stuff. "Morning."

Natara grew distracted at the husky voice and unmistakable accent lacing throughout. "Goodmorning," She replied. Turning away from what she was doing all of her attention went on to Natasha whose eyes were tired but open, her guard momentarily gone.

She cleared her throat, going back to gathering her items. "How'd you sleep?" She counted her weapons before moving onto her clothes, just dumping everything into the bag she'd brought, no interest in folding.

"Good. You?"

"Okay."

Natasha watched calmly as Natara walked up and down, everything being dumped into a bag. The redhead's own clothes were already packed and folded. She hadn't truly unpacked anything since she got here, instead opting to live out of a suitcase. It made a quick departure possible. But then again, she supposed Natara had been here longer.

She stretched her arms above her head and rolled her neck, hearing the clicks and feeling the relief they brought. Nat leant back slowly, propped up on her arm to continue watching. Natara stood with her hands on her hips, staring at her very full and very messy bag. She appeared to be trying to remember if she'd left anything behind.

The answer must've been yes because Natasha heard a few arabic words slip past her lips, sounding a lot like curses, before the assassin was quickly gone from the room.

Nat realized she was smiling then and slowly stood out of bed, lifting her own suitcase and dumping it onto the soft mattress she'd shared with Natara last night, the reminder making that silent smile grow. She took out the outfit she'd wear today.

Chewing her lip, Natasha considered showering like she normally did in the morning before ultimately deciding against it.

And as much as she told herself it was because of how little time they had before they'd be leaving, she knew the scent the she could swore lingered on her skin-- a scent belonging to a particular assassin-- was the main motivator behind her decision.