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[ 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. ]

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[ They shape their own reality, and Natasha shows him that it's possible, that she would give him whatever he wants when he asks for it. Theirs is an unhealthy, intense sort of attachment -- but it works well and it makes them both happy, so who is to say what's right and what's wrong?

She can never forget the joy on his face when she told him, when he'd pretty much lost it, excitable like a little boy and her -- her watching him do it, her heart full and warm with something like love, something she had thought she would never feel for another again. But here he is, Andyr Prince, so beautiful and brimming full of life, a world of difference from the man she had first set eyes on. He's still a ticking time bomb wrapped with razor wire, but he's given her ways and clues to solve him, to show him a new road and walk down that path with him.

What he shows her is worth everything in the world -- his gentler, warmer side, untouched and protected from Hapsburg, the scars that he still wears that makes her heart ache. She looks back at him, warm and tender, basking in his attentions as her hand rests on his bare stomach. They're stretched naked underneath the sky, the sea, and she kisses his shoulder. It's the two of them against the world, both of them making their own destiny out of death and destruction. ]

It's all you, baby. [ She says quietly, her fingers tracking over his abs. ] You've come so far, haven't you? You're brave, strong, and more resilient and powerful than anyone who's ever wanted to hurt and use you.