"What is that, y/n?" Natasha asked.
"Chapstick, why?" "What flavor?" She continued without answering your question.
"Cherry. Again, why?" You prompted, continuing to rub the chapstick on your lips.
"Can I have some?" "Oh, sure. That's what you wanted," You replied, holding the chapstick out for Natasha to grab.
Instead of taking the chapstick, she pressed her lips onto yours, and pulled away laughing. "That's not what I meant," You giggled.
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NATASHA ROMANOFF IMAGINES
FanfictionThis is a female x Natasha Romanoff imagines book. I realllyyyy hope you enjoy it and request are ALWAYS open : )
