[ andyr had practically lost his shit at the announcement of where they'd be going for their anniversary, hit with it just after she'd let him come after an hour worth of edging. mind still spinning, he hadn't believed her at first, until she pulled up the laptop to show him pictures of the hotel they'd be going to. after about a minute to let it sink in, he'd exploded. first, picking her up and spinning her around on the mattress, then doing a backflip off the edge of the bed, then ran a circuit around the apartment bare-assed, until he came back to press her into the mattress and kiss her like she's his entire universe.

which, really, she sort of is. she set him free, worked with him to reenter the world, brought him into her house, loved him, cared for him, bought him a damn fish tank. maybe it isn't the healthiest of attachments, but andyr'd never believed, during his time in hapsburg, that he'd ever be able to walk down a city street and feel like anything but a time bomb wrapped up in razor wire. now, he's here. after a long flight, lounged out under a glass dome in the middle of the sea, smiling up at the belly of a great white, as his fingers play at locks of bright red hair, natasha's warmth snug and cozy against him. ]

Yep, all but one other. It's a struggle for paternity, because sharks get knocked up by more than one father usually. [ yeah, sharks are metal as fuck. turning his eyes from the ceiling to her, he kisses at her forehead, soft and sweet and adoring. ]

I love this place. Thank you, seriously. [ things he'd never even dreamed of. natasha makes reality out of what he'd only ever thought impossible. she's unrelenting and indomitable in that, and god he loves that about her. ]