.OPEN POST. (let's play)

[ergon]

[ open. texts, messages, rp prompts and starters. gen & nsfw. ]

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[ergon]

[ There are people who would call Natasha a traitor and a whistleblower, people who think the worst of all the things she's spilled; secrets blown open and ripe for public consumption. Matt is neither one of those people, no matter the reservations he may have when it comes to her methods.

He listens quietly in the roar of the courtroom, and he doesn't reach out to her because that's not how they operate. They're not lovers, not in the most traditional sense of the word even if they do sleep together sometimes, and he might be growing fond of her. Ultimately, he has his own way and she has hers -- theirs just happen to cross from time to time. He's fine with that.

His home also just happens to be the third place she seeks sanctuary in, and he's fine with that, too. Today, however, he's just wrapped up a case, grimly satisfied by the outcome when he hears the familiar purr of an expensive car, catching a whiff of her perfume, and realizing just who's just pulled up.

Matt stops, smiling. ]

Depends on where you have in mind.

[vdova]

Your place or mine.

[ It's said with all the air of cheekiness she can muster, mostly because she already knows the answer: his. They're both more comfortable there. She's not ready to let him into that one private aspect of her life. She doesn't know if she ever will be, even if her feelings for him run a lot deeper than she'd like to admit. He knows his place better, too. It makes things easier in the long run.

Natasha leans over and opens the passenger door, settling back into the driver's seat as she calls out. ]

Meter's running, hot shot.