He left her with her head spinning, and Natasha took a ragged breath when she finally could, lashes closed and lips parted. She felt him sneak beneath her sweater, rough fingers splayed against her waist, where a little more roundness was arriving, and it made her shiver.
"...neither am I," she confessed, feeling her cheeks heat when she recalled her brazenness of earlier. "...couldn't help it," she said by way of explanation. "The music, all of that energy...and you, looking like some sort of rock god, up there on that stage..."
It'd been a miracle he'd made through the entire set without her rushing the front.
"Made me realize," Natasha finally said, opening her eyes and meeting Bucky's gaze, "just how lucky I was, being able to go home with you."
"Oh? You like the show, then," Bucky says, laughing lowly. "You like that man on the stage? Well, you're right about getting to come home with me. Only one who does. Everyone else just has to think about it in their little beds at night."
He slides his hand up a little more and slides his mouth down her neck in a long string of kisses.
"But look at you. You get to have the whole man in your bed at night. You can have me whenever you want me."
Natasha obligingly tipped her head aside to give him room, shivering at the press of those warm, smooth lips to her tingling skin. She cradled the back of his head, fingers running through Bucky's still damp hair, and smoothed her free hand beneath his arm to hold him close.
"Yeah," she agreed, smiling softly. "I hit the jackpot." And then some. "But I did like the show. Very much." God, so much. "I honestly didn't realize that it was so...addictive." Like a drug. Or overly active hormones.
She met his eyes fully, still a little breathless. "...can I have you right here?" One hand smoothed down his chest, plucking at his shirt. "Right now?"
Bucky laughs, a warm sound, and he nods enthusiastically. "You know you never really have to ask if I wanna be with you, don't you? Because the answer is pretty much always yes as long as I'm awake and healthy. Shit, I would even do half asleep."
Or getting woken up but maybe that's a little much for this newly brave Natasha so he doesn't want to push it just yet.
"You got some ideas about how you wanna do it? Because you're in charge right now, not me. You can have whatever you want."
Rather than answer with words, Natasha simply wiggled around on the chaise until she was lying across its length, and due to her grip, Bucky had to go with her, or else fall right onto the interlocking brick floor. Then her hands busied themselves with getting his pants down over his hips as she lifted her head to claim his mouth again, eager, agile tongue sliding between his lips to tease his own. She licked at him just as her small, clever fingers found his cock, and Natasha moaned as she gave it a tantalizing squeeze.
Half of the blanket had slid off to the floor, but there was more than enough heat from the fire and the inferno strengthening between the musician and the lawyer, writhing against each other beneath the star-studded Malibu sky.
She'd been alone for so long, and Natasha had finally realized she didn't have to be lonely anymore. The energy of the music, the lights, and the show had woken that part of her soul that craved, and she was more than determined to take her fair share. As much as he would give.
Well, shit. It seems like Natasha has finally figured out that he's here for the taking and if he'd realized it'd just take a show to do it, he would have planned a local concert long before now. Bucky moans against her mouth when she wraps her hand around his cock and he kisses her fiercely, one hand weaving into thick, red curls.
He'd just had sex earlier but that doesn't matter because he's more than ready to go again and probably another time after that if she's interested. Right now, though, he shifts so he can move his hips under her hand and slides his free hand up her shirt so he can touch more of her skin.
Natasha blinked awake several hours later, Brooklyn greeting Anita at the kitchen door with a few happy woofs. It was Saturday, she dizzily recalled, the night after the big charity concert. And she was currently lying on a chaise lounge on the first floor terrace, covered by a large plush blanket and a rather nicely-muscled tattooed arm. And the arm was attached to a rather nicely-built body, which was, surprisingly, naked beneath the blanket. Even more surprisingly, so was she.
--oh.
Now completely awake, Natasha swallowed the lump in her throat and hurried to sit up, tugging the blanket with her as she heard Anita make her way further into the house. Jesus God, and they'd left the patio doors open, too! But before she could leap up to the second floor balcony, or, better, dissolve into an invisible puddle right there on the terrace, she heard the cheery housekeeper call out, "Buenos dias, Missus Tasha!" Then a decidedly amused laugh followed, with, "I guess the concert last night was a huge success, si?"
It takes Bucky a moment to actually wake up but when he does, he realizes they'd fallen asleep outside on the terrace and that Anita is calling out to them. Well, shit. He reaches down for his clothes and tries to get dressed while still under the blanket and not uncovering Natasha; this is way too much activity for this early in the morning.
"Babe, just...roll off me for a second but keep the blanket over us. It's gonna take some gymnastics but I'll distract her while you get dressed? We can get away with this one."
Natasha quickly ducked beneath the blanket, groping around for her discarded clothes. She found her shirt, but her pants were just out of her reach. Bucky was struggling to get into his own bottoms, and Natasha heard him call a greeting to Anita just as he rose from the chaise, covered from the waist down.
Taking advantage of having the entire blanket for herself now, Natasha squirmed around until she could reach her pants, wiggling into everything from beneath her fabric shield. But being clothed again didn't stop her cheeks from flaming, smile abashed as she hurriedly rolled the blanket up in her arms.
She heard Anita inquiring what they'd like for breakfast, and thankfully Bucky answered, and Natasha let him do so for her, and she scooted up the stairs as soon as she was able. She felt sticky and gross, and a quick shower was first on her list.
Among other talents, Bucky is good at distraction, and he fills Anita in on the concert and how well it had gone while she cooks them both breakfast and then she says she's going to get started on the laundry if he wants to take something up to Natasha. Crisis averted, apparently, and he's glad for it.
He puts their omelets on plates and loads up a tray with juice and toast in addition before carrying it upstairs. Maybe Natasha can get some of it down if not all of it and she might want to eat out of sight instead of in front of Anita.
The shower is going so he sets the tray down and sticks his head in the bathroom. "Got breakfast for when you're done."
She didn't linger in the shower; Bucky's mother and sisters wanted to meet for lunch later on today. No rest for the affianced and pregnant, she thought, rolling her eyes as she toweled off. The smell of breakfast reached her nose not long after, and she emerged from the bathroom in a plush lavender robe, rubbing her damp hair as she made her way over to the vanity she'd brought in with the rest of her belonging.
"Smells good," she remarked, reaching eagerly for the juice. After drinking half of it, she said, "That was...a little embarrassing." Chinks pink, she peeked up at her intended, asking, "Was Anita very amused?"
"If she was, she didn't let on," Bucky says. "I think she probably knew because there's nothing that woman doesn't know but I think she knows not to mention it. I wasn't really ever in the habit of bringing a whole bunch of people back here and you're my fiancee, so it's a little less...salacious, I guess, and more amusing."
Bucky starts in on his food before speaking again. "It's not like she's going to say anything. She's worked for me for ages and she loves you so two engaged people having sex isn't really a weird thing. Well, shit, we were just sleeping. So not even having sex."
Thinking back over the entire situation, Natasha had to smile, then eventually chuckle a small laugh of her own. "Yeah," she agreed, "you're probably right. She's such a sweet lady, I feel like she's the grandmother I never had."
Pulling her plate into her lap, she started on her omelet and hash brown, cutting small pieces for each bite. "And she's the most amazing cook, too."
Although it was a little surprising that given his celebrity status, Bucky seldom entertained at his own house. It was certainly large enough to hold a mob.
"What are you doing today?" Natasha's prospective mother-in-law had insisted that this luncheon be a ladies only affair, so none of the men had been invited.
"Probably going to see if Steve will come shoot pool with me later," Bucky says. "It's the weekend and I never get him during the school year unless I pull him away from all the damn work they give him. It's not enough for him to teach all day - he's gotta bring it all home at night too. Carol's going to be with you guys or I'd ask her too."
Despite appearances, Carol did like girly stuff and this luncheon was definitely that.
"Trying to keep it low key since I had a performance last night. It always kind of wears you out after the concert high."
All the girls, good Lord. Natasha wasn't sure about this, but she trusted Winnie, at least as much as she could, and hopefully the salon would have a table away from the windows and all the cameras. Well, no one knew who she was, so maybe it wouldn't be too bad.
"Makes sense," she agreed. "It'll be nice for the two of you to have a day." Finishing her omelet, she set the plate aside and raised her eyebrows. "Do you know that your sister is completely head-over-heels for him? How long as that been going on?"
"Probably since she was a teenager, honestly," Bucky says. "She needs to just say something to him because Steve is never going to take a hint. I'd tell him but he probably wouldn't believe me. I think it'd go over better if she just asked him out directly."
Bucky taps his chin for a moment, thinking. "I don't think he'll say no. I think it probably hasn't occurred to him because all Steve thinks about is his job. But Becca's a great girl so he'd be stupid to say no. She just needs to ask him. Maybe you and Carol can twist her arm at this girl thing of yours today."
Natasha turned to the mirror to begin her "going out" ablutions, beginning with adding leave-in conditioner to her damp curls. "She's a wonderful girl," she agreed. "They'd really make the cutest couple." Although it was easy to think that Becca might be afraid that Steve would say no because of their already-close relationship; what would happen if things didn't work out?
But Natasha was hardly one to give anyone relationship advice, really.
And since Steve was Bucky's best man, and Becca had won out to be Natasha's maid of honor, who knew what would happen between them?
"We have that rehearsal supper tomorrow night," she remarked, gingerly applying light touches of makeup, "and then the agency meeting Monday morning." Where the band's new album set would be revealed, as well as the upcoming nuptials of the Winter Soldier's lead singer and world's most eligible bachelor. A guaranteed headache, all around.
"I don't know which one of those is going to be a bigger headache but I'm pretty sure it's gonna be the agency meeting. I get food at a rehearsal supper."
Bucky grins at her though. "Nah, I don't mind spending time with the family. We gotta rehearse how this whole thing is going down so I don't mess it up and we get food as a bonus. It'll be great. The rest of it is just a necessary evil. I'm not looking forward to the press but that's what they do, I guess."
No more anonymity for Natasha, he guesses, but that comes with this life.
Lunch was...agreeable, Natasha decided later. Winnie Barnes had chosen a small yet elegant restaurant in downtown Malibu that served excellent seafood and offered private seating overlooking the Pacific. Beautiful scenery in the event that conversation waned. With the Barnes matron, her three daughters, and Carol Danvers all attending, however, a lack of conversation was nigh impossible.
But the ladies did get a few things settled regarding the wedding; Sarah had graciously offered her catering business to provide for the reception, and Elizabeth had made quite a successful career out of organizing, managing, and executing high-society shindigs for the wealthy and elite, weddings included.
The wedding service itself would take place in the Barnes' family church, a small Catholic chapel not far from Winnie and George's home in the Palisades, then the entire party would relocate to Bucky's compound back in Malibu. The reception would be hosted on the beach, with a bonfire, covered dance floor, buffet, open bar, live band (irony, that), and other amenities for the guests to enjoy.
Becca had at first opted to invite one or two members of the press to the wedding ceremony at the church, namely Rolling Stone and TMZ, but surprisingly, Bucky had put his foot down early at the idea. And Natasha had whole-heartedly agreed. They did relent to inviting a single reporter from each to the reception, under the stern warning that there was to be no photography without subject's consent and absolutely no live video feeds or instant uploads.
Natasha picked at her shrimp salad, letting the other women chatter along without her, until Winnie glanced over at her with a smile and said, "And what have you and James decided to do for your honeymoon, dear? With all of this wedding commotion, I don't think anyone's even mentioned it. Are you two going anywhere special?"
Blinking in momentary panic, Natasha bit her fork, hurriedly put it down, and touched her lips with her napkin to regain her composure. Because she hadn't even thought about life after the reception, alas. But she had to say something... "I'm...really not sure." Followed by a nervous little laugh. "We haven't really discussed it...yet..."
"You haven't discussed it at all?" Winifred asks, curious about that. "Having trouble pinning Bucky down or is it something else?"
Becca and Carol take that moment to distract and say, "Look, we haven't even gotten them married first so the honeymoon is ages away. Bucky probably hasn't even picked a country," Becca says. "But he could use the house in Mexico. That's beautiful."
Carol rolls her eyes. "That's just his house, though. The point of a honeymoon is to go somewhere. He probably wants to get away from the beach. Maybe he'll do New York. You have any places you want to go, Natasha?"
Natasha glanced down at her salad, a bit nonplussed. Looking up when Becca jumped in, she flashed the younger girl a small smile of thanks, then Carol weighed in with her opinion. She directed the question to Natasha, however, putting the redhead back on the proverbial spot.
"Well..." Another small laugh, sheer nerves. "I've never really been anywhere, at least not out of California. Too busy and all." And repressed as hell. She shrugged a shoulder. "I guess anywhere would be good, really. Wherever he wants to go."
Given the feminine eyebrows that answer prompted, it probably wasn't the right one, evidenced when Elizabeth asked, "What about Paris? Or maybe Rome?" Sarah piped up with, "Athens! Or Venice!"
The choices were a bit terrifying, coming all at once. Natasha put her hands in her lap, still unused to being the center of attention. The family meant well, they did...
"I'll talk with James about it," she promised, smile still a little shaky. "We'll...figure something out."
"Well, make sure it's somewhere you want to go too, especially if it's your first big trip outside the state," Carol says. "Because it's a partnership and everything, you ought to get a say. Not just whatever Bucky wants because he'll probably drag you to a ton of guitar museums or something stupid like that."
It's said in good fun; Bucky is one of her best friends but Natasha deserves to have a say in where she goes on her honeymoon.
"You should get to do some stuff you love, you know? It's something you'll never forget."
Natasha had to laugh, because Carol was right; left to his own devices, Bucky probably would haul her through every music museum in the free world, because it was something that he genuinely loved. She did, however, rest a hand on her stomach and remark, "Well, I'm a little restricted at the moment, but you're right, of course."
She gave it a brief moment of thought, then mused almost to herself, "I think I'd like to see the Eiffel Tower, actually. So Paris might be an option..." If a bit of a conventional honeymoon destination. "I'm not sure how long we should be gone, though...all things considered."
"You can still fly while pregnant unless you're about to give birth or high risk," Elizabeth says. "Trust me, I had to before. Still, you're going to enjoy yourself more if you're not at the end of it with your feet swollen and your center of balance off."
Becca reaches over and touches Natasha's arm. "Paris sounds wonderful. I've never even been to Paris myself, you know. Bucky's never gotten there on a European tour so I haven't even been in France. I think you'd have a great time and it's so romantic to go to Paris for your honeymoon. You should bring it up to him."
Natasha was still a little bit uncertain about the remainder of her pregnancy; the book she'd read on the subject were, frankly, terrifying. But there wasn't any help for it. Baby Barnes was healthy and right on schedule, so she'd deal with it as she always did.
To Becca, she said, "I will. The wedding's only a few weeks away, so we should have some destination in mind. I think we've all bee focused on the immediate things, rather than what happens afterwards."
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"...neither am I," she confessed, feeling her cheeks heat when she recalled her brazenness of earlier. "...couldn't help it," she said by way of explanation. "The music, all of that energy...and you, looking like some sort of rock god, up there on that stage..."
It'd been a miracle he'd made through the entire set without her rushing the front.
"Made me realize," Natasha finally said, opening her eyes and meeting Bucky's gaze, "just how lucky I was, being able to go home with you."
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He slides his hand up a little more and slides his mouth down her neck in a long string of kisses.
"But look at you. You get to have the whole man in your bed at night. You can have me whenever you want me."
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"Yeah," she agreed, smiling softly. "I hit the jackpot." And then some. "But I did like the show. Very much." God, so much. "I honestly didn't realize that it was so...addictive." Like a drug. Or overly active hormones.
She met his eyes fully, still a little breathless. "...can I have you right here?" One hand smoothed down his chest, plucking at his shirt. "Right now?"
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Or getting woken up but maybe that's a little much for this newly brave Natasha so he doesn't want to push it just yet.
"You got some ideas about how you wanna do it? Because you're in charge right now, not me. You can have whatever you want."
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Half of the blanket had slid off to the floor, but there was more than enough heat from the fire and the inferno strengthening between the musician and the lawyer, writhing against each other beneath the star-studded Malibu sky.
She'd been alone for so long, and Natasha had finally realized she didn't have to be lonely anymore. The energy of the music, the lights, and the show had woken that part of her soul that craved, and she was more than determined to take her fair share. As much as he would give.
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He'd just had sex earlier but that doesn't matter because he's more than ready to go again and probably another time after that if she's interested. Right now, though, he shifts so he can move his hips under her hand and slides his free hand up her shirt so he can touch more of her skin.
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--oh.
Now completely awake, Natasha swallowed the lump in her throat and hurried to sit up, tugging the blanket with her as she heard Anita make her way further into the house. Jesus God, and they'd left the patio doors open, too! But before she could leap up to the second floor balcony, or, better, dissolve into an invisible puddle right there on the terrace, she heard the cheery housekeeper call out, "Buenos dias, Missus Tasha!" Then a decidedly amused laugh followed, with, "I guess the concert last night was a huge success, si?"
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"Babe, just...roll off me for a second but keep the blanket over us. It's gonna take some gymnastics but I'll distract her while you get dressed? We can get away with this one."
Hopefully, anyway.
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Taking advantage of having the entire blanket for herself now, Natasha squirmed around until she could reach her pants, wiggling into everything from beneath her fabric shield. But being clothed again didn't stop her cheeks from flaming, smile abashed as she hurriedly rolled the blanket up in her arms.
She heard Anita inquiring what they'd like for breakfast, and thankfully Bucky answered, and Natasha let him do so for her, and she scooted up the stairs as soon as she was able. She felt sticky and gross, and a quick shower was first on her list.
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He puts their omelets on plates and loads up a tray with juice and toast in addition before carrying it upstairs. Maybe Natasha can get some of it down if not all of it and she might want to eat out of sight instead of in front of Anita.
The shower is going so he sets the tray down and sticks his head in the bathroom. "Got breakfast for when you're done."
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"Smells good," she remarked, reaching eagerly for the juice. After drinking half of it, she said, "That was...a little embarrassing." Chinks pink, she peeked up at her intended, asking, "Was Anita very amused?"
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Bucky starts in on his food before speaking again. "It's not like she's going to say anything. She's worked for me for ages and she loves you so two engaged people having sex isn't really a weird thing. Well, shit, we were just sleeping. So not even having sex."
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Pulling her plate into her lap, she started on her omelet and hash brown, cutting small pieces for each bite. "And she's the most amazing cook, too."
Although it was a little surprising that given his celebrity status, Bucky seldom entertained at his own house. It was certainly large enough to hold a mob.
"What are you doing today?" Natasha's prospective mother-in-law had insisted that this luncheon be a ladies only affair, so none of the men had been invited.
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Despite appearances, Carol did like girly stuff and this luncheon was definitely that.
"Trying to keep it low key since I had a performance last night. It always kind of wears you out after the concert high."
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"Makes sense," she agreed. "It'll be nice for the two of you to have a day." Finishing her omelet, she set the plate aside and raised her eyebrows. "Do you know that your sister is completely head-over-heels for him? How long as that been going on?"
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Bucky taps his chin for a moment, thinking. "I don't think he'll say no. I think it probably hasn't occurred to him because all Steve thinks about is his job. But Becca's a great girl so he'd be stupid to say no. She just needs to ask him. Maybe you and Carol can twist her arm at this girl thing of yours today."
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But Natasha was hardly one to give anyone relationship advice, really.
And since Steve was Bucky's best man, and Becca had won out to be Natasha's maid of honor, who knew what would happen between them?
"We have that rehearsal supper tomorrow night," she remarked, gingerly applying light touches of makeup, "and then the agency meeting Monday morning." Where the band's new album set would be revealed, as well as the upcoming nuptials of the Winter Soldier's lead singer and world's most eligible bachelor. A guaranteed headache, all around.
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Bucky grins at her though. "Nah, I don't mind spending time with the family. We gotta rehearse how this whole thing is going down so I don't mess it up and we get food as a bonus. It'll be great. The rest of it is just a necessary evil. I'm not looking forward to the press but that's what they do, I guess."
No more anonymity for Natasha, he guesses, but that comes with this life.
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But the ladies did get a few things settled regarding the wedding; Sarah had graciously offered her catering business to provide for the reception, and Elizabeth had made quite a successful career out of organizing, managing, and executing high-society shindigs for the wealthy and elite, weddings included.
The wedding service itself would take place in the Barnes' family church, a small Catholic chapel not far from Winnie and George's home in the Palisades, then the entire party would relocate to Bucky's compound back in Malibu. The reception would be hosted on the beach, with a bonfire, covered dance floor, buffet, open bar, live band (irony, that), and other amenities for the guests to enjoy.
Becca had at first opted to invite one or two members of the press to the wedding ceremony at the church, namely Rolling Stone and TMZ, but surprisingly, Bucky had put his foot down early at the idea. And Natasha had whole-heartedly agreed. They did relent to inviting a single reporter from each to the reception, under the stern warning that there was to be no photography without subject's consent and absolutely no live video feeds or instant uploads.
Natasha picked at her shrimp salad, letting the other women chatter along without her, until Winnie glanced over at her with a smile and said, "And what have you and James decided to do for your honeymoon, dear? With all of this wedding commotion, I don't think anyone's even mentioned it. Are you two going anywhere special?"
Blinking in momentary panic, Natasha bit her fork, hurriedly put it down, and touched her lips with her napkin to regain her composure. Because she hadn't even thought about life after the reception, alas. But she had to say something... "I'm...really not sure." Followed by a nervous little laugh. "We haven't really discussed it...yet..."
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Becca and Carol take that moment to distract and say, "Look, we haven't even gotten them married first so the honeymoon is ages away. Bucky probably hasn't even picked a country," Becca says. "But he could use the house in Mexico. That's beautiful."
Carol rolls her eyes. "That's just his house, though. The point of a honeymoon is to go somewhere. He probably wants to get away from the beach. Maybe he'll do New York. You have any places you want to go, Natasha?"
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"Well..." Another small laugh, sheer nerves. "I've never really been anywhere, at least not out of California. Too busy and all." And repressed as hell. She shrugged a shoulder. "I guess anywhere would be good, really. Wherever he wants to go."
Given the feminine eyebrows that answer prompted, it probably wasn't the right one, evidenced when Elizabeth asked, "What about Paris? Or maybe Rome?" Sarah piped up with, "Athens! Or Venice!"
The choices were a bit terrifying, coming all at once. Natasha put her hands in her lap, still unused to being the center of attention. The family meant well, they did...
"I'll talk with James about it," she promised, smile still a little shaky. "We'll...figure something out."
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It's said in good fun; Bucky is one of her best friends but Natasha deserves to have a say in where she goes on her honeymoon.
"You should get to do some stuff you love, you know? It's something you'll never forget."
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She gave it a brief moment of thought, then mused almost to herself, "I think I'd like to see the Eiffel Tower, actually. So Paris might be an option..." If a bit of a conventional honeymoon destination. "I'm not sure how long we should be gone, though...all things considered."
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Becca reaches over and touches Natasha's arm. "Paris sounds wonderful. I've never even been to Paris myself, you know. Bucky's never gotten there on a European tour so I haven't even been in France. I think you'd have a great time and it's so romantic to go to Paris for your honeymoon. You should bring it up to him."
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To Becca, she said, "I will. The wedding's only a few weeks away, so we should have some destination in mind. I think we've all bee focused on the immediate things, rather than what happens afterwards."
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