A/N: Cross-posted on Ao3 under the pseudonym yrael32, you can find the spicier scene there.
The Trailblazer couldn't sleep. After the encounter with Svarog and the revelations that were made through the memories stored in his data bank, he couldn't calm his mind enough for slumber. From his bed in the Underworld Goethe hotel, he peers out the window. The soft yellow glow of the geomarrow and the street lights refract and mix to depict a distorted image to the streets below. Despite the lateness of the hour, The Trailblazer can still spot a lot of activity below.
It seems like the Underworld never sleeps.
A soft white light from the building across catches The Trailblazer's eye. Natasha's clinic. With nothing else to do, and with a mind that refuses to fall to sleep, The Trailblazer decides to go down to the clinic. He might be able to provide some help to the haggard doctor.
As The Trailblazer exits the hotel, he spots patients sitting around the lobby area of the clinic. Many sporting various injuries that The Trailblazer infers were incurred during mining. Bandaged limbs seem to be a common injury as the Trailblazer observes bandaged arms and legs. Some beds were occupied but it seems that there's a lull in the usual crush of patients in the clinic.
He opens the door and offers a smile as Natasha catches his eye.
"Hello!" Natasha smiles kindly. She's walking towards a table at the corner of the clinic, clipboard in hand. "How can I help you?"
"Good evening Natasha. I just wanted to see if I could help with anything." The Trailblazer shyly scratches his cheek. Though they've only spent a few days in the Underworld, he feels admiration for Natasha. Her genuine nature and forthright care that she exhibited to her patients are qualities that The Trailblazer knows are rare in the galaxy.
Natasha gave him a surprised look. "Oh! No, everything is fine! No need to worry. You should take some rest yourself. Today has been a trying one, especially with that encounter with Svarog." She places a hand to her cheek and looks at The Trailblazer with concern.
"I couldn't sleep. I'm feeling a bit restless after everything and thought I could make myself useful. If there's anything that needs lifting, or anything at all, I'm glad to be of service." Without memories except for some odd skills in his head and his recent adventures, The Trailblazer is without deceit. His tone is earnest, his smile warm.
Natasha blinks in surprise, takes a moment, and uncharacteristically blushes. "Well I wouldn't mind the company as I relax for a bit. Would you like to join me for tea?" The green haired doctor surprised herself but didn't show it. She didn't make the habit of inviting handsome strangers to her office for tea. She gulped, suddenly feeling a surge of nervousness.
The Trailblazer nodded. "Sure! Anyway I can help."
Natasha gave an imperceptible sigh of relief and gave him a smile. "Let me get the kettle running in the office then."
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Natasha's office inside the clinic had an air of organized chaos. Filing cabinets filled with patient records both inside and stacked on top of it can be found in the corner. On the farside of the narrow office is a modest desk, across from it, near the window was an eclectic mixture of a geo marrow kettle, loose-leaf tea, and a complicated setup of beakers and vials filled with that green liquid that she kept in an ampule at her neck.
The Trailblazer took a seat on the clean but well-worn couch against the wall, near the desk. Natasha took off her white coat with her holsters and utility pockets, and hung them at the clothes hanger beside the filing cabinet. With a sigh, she stretched her stiff shoulders and walked towards the table with the kettle. After checking the contents of the kettle, she filled it with water from the decanter beside it, and flipped the switch to start the heating process.
The Trailblazer stood and walked beside her as he observed the geomarrow technology in action. Natasha was shoulder-to-shoulder with him as she began to pour a bit of loose-leaf Belobog Classic into a teapot and looked towards the man.
At first she didn't believe that they were from off-world but the bright-eyed, childlike curiosity she saw in his eyes was confirmation enough.
"The geomarrow contains electric energy, that when exposed to a certain chemical, is expelled and is then utilized by the heater." The Trailblazer looks at her, surprised that she answered his unvoiced question.
"How did you-"
"You're just so cute when you're flustered!" A blush. "And I could see the curiosity on your face. Reading your patients is a required skill for a doctor you know!"
She bumps her now bare shoulder into his playfully and laughs daintily into her hand.
The Trailblazer looks at her and can't help but notice how beautiful she is. Unfettered with social taboo, his eyes roam lower, to her bare shoulders, the gentle curve of her naked back, over the slope of her bountiful chest, and lower still to her leather covered hips, and shapely rear. He feels something stir inside of him. A heady, heavy thing as he dares still to be closer to her.
The kettle whistles and it surprises The Trailblazer from his reverie.
With a deft hand Natasha pours the now steaming water inside the teapot, the tea leaves dancing inside the canister inside the pot to prevent leaves from spilling into the tea.
"Let's let it steep for a minute or two." She turns. She feels the heated eyes of The Trailblazer on her. She pays it no mind but inside, an excitement she has never felt stirs deep within her core.
She goes to the farside of the table and gets two white mugs. She bit down a smile, a little bit of extra sway into her hips.
Mugs in hand, she looks at The Trailblazer in the eye. "A bit of patience goes a long way to extracting the flavor." Her voice is soft and low. She steps toward him, her eyes now trailing to his lips, to a mouth slightly open letting out heavy breaths.
Natasha vaguely understands what she is doing but it feels like she is helpless to this bottomless pit of want that suddenly pooled in her belly. She feels like she is watching herself from the third person because this was uncharacteristically not her but at the same time, it felt like this was her at her most genuine.
The Trailblazer meets her halfway, takes the cups from her, places both beside the now forgotten pot of tea, and takes a step towards her.
Like a dance they've both known for the longest time, they move in synchronicity. A step forward from The Trailblazer, a step back from Natasha. Both of their eyes, heavy-lidded, and laser-focused. Chests heaving with the heavy breath of desire.
One. Two. Three.
He gulps, sweat forms at his neck. He knows not the name for this heady feeling but he cannot do anything but follow it. He leans down, slowly.
Natasha licks her lips, as she awaits the inevitable.
Their lips touch and its an inferno that ignites between them.
At the kiss of their lips, a whirlwind possessed both. They separate, in desperate need for air, but reluctant to let this feeling go.
"Natasha, I-"
She places a finger at his lips. "There will be time to talk tomorrow, but for now. Please let us enjoy this."
He smiled at her and they kiss once more, finding respite in each other.