DAYWALKER | n.romanoff ✔

FOUR

CHAPTER FOUR
' MAN, YOU'RE OUT
HERE
EXPOSING ME. '

Oswin pulled off her helmet as she entered the room, discarding it on a sideboard and falling face-first onto the bed. Natasha's eyes flickered to her through the mirror as she adjusted her mascara. Placing her instruments onto the table and leaning back in her seat, she raised an eyebrow at the woman.

'What's got you acting like a child?'

Oswin only grunted in reply, the bedsheets muffling her voice.

Natasha pursed her lips. 'Get up, you're going to get my sheets dirty.'

She picked up her head, the corners of her mouth picking up. 'And what if I don't want you to sleep in this bed tonight, Princess?'

The redhead rose to her feet, crossing her arms over her chest as she raised an eyebrow. 'And what if I don't want to sleep in that bed tonight, milaya?'

Oswin let out a small chuckle, rolling onto her back to stare at the ceiling. 'We're in that mood, are we?'

'Well, at this point I'm starting to think you're all bark and no bite.'

A smile remained on her face. 'And what if I am?'

Natasha shook her head, moving to a wardrobe. 'If your form of flirting is just replying to things with rhetorical questions, it's the worst form I have ever witnessed.' The air behind Natasha suddenly shifted, and Oswin's breath tickled her ear as she leaned over her. She gently pushed forward, the redhead's body flush against the other female's and the wardrobe door.

'Oh, Princess,' she whispered lowly. 'I'm starting to think you're doing this on purpose.' Natasha went to shift to face her, but Oswin placed either of her hands by her head, pushing further forward. 'Nuh-uh, Princess.' A shiver shot down the redhead's spine, and she let out a shaky breath. A smirk formed on Oswin's face before she pulled away and moved to the vanity Natasha previously occupied. 

The redhead turned to look at the woman as she fiddled with the litter of makeup. 'You're either a tease or a coward.'

Oswin let out a piece of laughter, shifting to lean against the table as she fiddled with a tube. 'Or you're just desperate.'

Natasha rolled her eyes, turning back to pull out a black and white dress. She laid it on the bed before glancing at Oswin. 'You're wearing that?'

She looked down to her own attire, blinking at her catsuit. 'No, that's why I came here.' A grin formed on her face as she continued to fiddle with a tube of mascara.

The redhead raised an eyebrow. 'So let me get this straight.' Her hands came to rest on her hips. 'You, firstly, barge into my room. Secondly, get all your blood and dirt on my clean sheets. Thirdly, shamelessly flirt with me and then, then, you have the audacity to consult me on fashion choices.'

Oswin blinked for a moment, tilting her head in contemplation. 'Pretty much, yeah.'

Natasha let out a long sigh. 'You're gonna be the death of me, milaya.'

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Oswin's face morphed into a grin once more as she spread her arms to her sides. Natasha's face remained emotionless as she stepped out of the bathroom in her black and white dress, her eyes flickering over the dark-haired woman's attire. Her body was dressed in obsidian coloured, skinny jeans with a large, black hoodie. Over the top, sat a dark, blazer jacket, the hood of the jumper sitting over the back of the collar and the sleeves passing the ones of the blazer.

Natasha pursed her lips, moving over to the taller woman and adjusting the seat of the jacket. 'For someone who lives in a catsuit and a my chemical romance jacket, not too bad.'

'I would hit back with a pick-up line, but I can't work out if that was a compliment or an insult.'

The redhead smiled sarcastically. 'It was both.' She patted her shoulder before moving to the sideboard where the helmet sat. She grasped the cold metal and ran her fingers over the smooth surface before facing Oswin. She nodded in answer to her silent question, a small sense of self-consciousness floating in her eyes. It was brief and hardly distinguishable, but Natasha picked up on the sudden change in atmosphere. 

She regarded the usually arrogant woman with a hard exterior but only saw a entirely different person. One she used to know, a long, long time ago and one who she had grown to care deeply for. The person who had built their life around a front, behind a mask, and a child forced to be an adult before she could even walk. A child worn down by years of bloodshed and unwarranted actions. A child who had lived a thousand lives and eyes so blank they brought tears to Natasha's own. Because she knew that her own had the same look.

She moved to stop in front of Oswin once more, her hand gently reaching up to brush her cheek with her thumb. A small smile perked at her lips. 'You didn't really come here for fashion advice, did you, Enyo?'

The edges of Oswin's lips pulled up slightly. 'Man, you're out here exposing me.' Her voice lacked the drawl and arrogance. It was quiet and utterly exhausted.

Natasha's smile grew, shaking her head and sliding the helmet over Oswin's features. Her hands continued around and brought the taller woman's head downwards. She rested their foreheads together, and the fight suddenly left Oswin's body. She let herself lean into the redhead. An exhale paired with the hunch of her shoulders. Natasha found her eyes sliding shut, her back arching slightly with the weight of the woman's body, but the palms of her hands found her jaw, gently cupping her helmeted face.

Oswin let out a quiet hum, the vibration rushing through Natasha's body. 'As much as I'd like to stay like this forever, I do recall that we have a party to attend.' She pulled away gently, stopping to stare at Natasha. Her lips pulled up again as she reached to tuck a piece of hair behind the redhead's ear. She turned away and towards the door.

Natasha watched her move, her face emotionless, before trying to hide her smile as she quickly followed after her.