Natalie walked out of the bathroom, closing the door as she watched on at Victor, shadow sparring and throwing kicks and incredibly powerful throws.
"Ah....I flushed, don't you worry. I'll explain it one day, but you know, it is perk." Natalie said, still topless, and still ever as fearful with her sexy Russian accent still partly impacting her English, as it sometimes could when she let her head down and didn't plan out what she was saying. She knew that if Victor wanted to, he could probably kill someone with just one blow, and even in the case that it didn't do the job, Victor's abillity to follow up was incredible. Natalie herself wasn't a great Judo or more typical Martial Arts practitioner, because she preferred her Krav Maga and Systema to it. It felt like it had a vibe, a violence and complete control of chaos that she loved. The integration of weaponry and her sheer power combined to make Natalie very dangerous, even when unarmed. To her, she could break limbs and shatter eyeballs without even blinking, and sometimes, she knew she got creative. She remembered once having to beat up about ten Chechen insurgents, after losing her weapon. Systema was even more violent, and it was pure killing that it encouraged, rather than the suppression nature of Krav Maga. The fact that boxing, MMA and streetfighting combined so well into it meant that Natalie's approach wasn't as elegant yet purely powerful as Victor's- it was dirty, unclean, but brutally efficient and gut-wrechingly destructive.

Natalie tucked her two orbs into her bra, at least suppressing them for now, as she put on her jeans, the sizing beyond most comprehension. She chuckled, as he pasted his hand into the plasterboard, a smirk on her face as she walked up to him, side by side with his shoulder.
"Aww...looks like someone's going to have to break out the gypsum." Natalie said, as she kissed him on the cheek, one hand over his shoulder and the other on his arm that was in the dusted hand.

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Natalie looked on, tutting as Victor tucked into his relatively "American" breakfast, in comparison to what she had. It was very starch-based- about two bowls of cereal, two croissants, six slices of toast with cheese and salad, and about half a litre of a smoothie. Banana, Apple, Mango and some Pineapple went quite well together, and it was a cleaner hit, being a little less destructive. Some bacon filled that up well- Natalie felt still incredibly full from the double-portion she had eaten the day before, and it gave her a good enough strength for the day till a half-decent lunch.
"God Victor, you are such a fool sometimes." Natalie said, in a more casual and non-offensive manner, looking over as she carried on eating, aware that this was on her chipped plastic today. She had checked her Swiss account about half an hour ago, and found that indeed, the money was there. All in it's entirety. Natalie didn't have that many plans for it. After all, there was nothing she could really throw towards her company expenses. Anything, from Bear's maintainance, the the helium suits that she had used on occasion, to the ammunition expended and the R and D that went forward on implementing any tech that might be used in future was through the company. It had to be possibly a six-figure sum, but all Natalie knew was, that when you paid two contractors and their maintenance check a stupid amount, that the return would always be just like that to make it justified. Natalie had lost count of the times when she knew no other team on the planet could achieve what they did, or the amount of defensive and offensive capability they offered. When they couldn't deploy a whole Company, which was now almost about two-thirds of the company's contracting team, Natalie and Victor could do the job, and far quicker and cheaper. There were less contractors to pay, less boots on the ground, and most of all, the two were assets of an invaluable kind. Not having them would lose the PMC such a significant amount of money, Natalie always wondered about if asking for a pay rise would completely hold the company to ransom. But money wasn't what she cared for, not entirely. She lived for life, Victor's charms, and for being Athena, an Amazon that with her boyfriend, towered over the mortals and swept up the dirt and mess whilst having a cracking great relationship. One that she knew would have to sometime progress, after all. She was 25, he was 28, they were both young enough to remain simple partners like they were now, but one day, marriage would have to come.

Looking on, Natalie finished her sixth slice of toast, as she heard Victor look over, uttering. Natalie smiled deeply, sitting up as she looked over.
"Well...sooner, rather than later. Considering that in our line of work, we are flames that burn hot and fast, I don't want to die knowing I missed the chance." Natalie said, putting her proportionally large right hand on the table, hoping that Victor would hold it a while and just comfort her a little. The words meant a lot to her, she knew that being a Denisova was all good, but she didn't want to one day find herself getting killed, sitting there before thinking that she missed the chance to be Victor's husband. They had been going out for so long, she couldn't entirely even remember. But just the memory of them sitting atop her balloon, going at it like Rabbits as they sat above the Alps. Her Mohawk warrior was her protector, and she knew that to Victor, her Russian amazon was his. She knew that just going out like this wasn't a commitment, and what Victor was implying Natalie felt, her heart pacing a little faster as she knew that Victor was ebbing towards a suggestion.
"You know, you've still got to work on your childcare skills...but apart from that Victor, you will make very good husband. Soon." Natalie said, that edge of her slightly Russian accent kicking a little towards the latter end of her speech.