𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙛𝙛'𝙨 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩

𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙤?

"That's great," I don't know what else to say.

"Maybe if you stay tomorrow I can bring you here and make you taste the best one of the restaurant," Natasha squeezes my thigh so hard that a little whimper falls from my lips.

"Oh that would be wonderful, bu-" I couldn't finish because of the hot breath of the redhead on the back of my neck cutting me off.

"We're leaving tomorrow morning, Downey." she's jealous.

"That's a shame." I feel Natasha turning back to her conversation "maybe I can leave you my number?" he tilts his head.

"I'm not interested, but thank you," I offer him an apology smile and keep eating.

Her grip on my thigh relaxes a little, thankfully, because I'm gonna be bruised tomorrow if she keeps grabbing me like that.

I turn to her side, crossing my legs, trying to push her hand off and paying attention of what she's talking to this women, but Natasha is not that simple to rejected, her hand is still on my thigh, tracing circular patterns with her thumb, making my mind goes to very unprofessional thoughts.

The wine I've been drinking is already messing with my head, which is not good, no when I know the second we leave this restaurant I'm going to be in a house, alone with Natasha, and my stupid idea of no sex.

Well, would it be bad if I just let go a litt- no, no that's totally bad, worst idea ever. But Natasha feels so good and makes me feel so fucking good, Wanda wouldn't know, would she?

Natasha looks at me with furrowed eyebrows, what does she want?

"y/n are you listening?" I blink a couple of times, uhm, no definitely no.

"I'm sorry, Miss Romanoff, I'm not so sure of what were you talking, can you repeat it?" I gulp.

"Marissa and I were thinking about cognitive disruption to present to the contest, you have at least a little more knowledge than us in that,"

"Oh, yeah that's good, but I assure you is not that elevated to this contest, and I think I listened there," I point with my head two ladies across me "that they were talking of something like that." both of them nod.

"Thanks, Miss y/l/n." Natasha smirks at me, why she has to be such a teaser?

The dinner ends just an hour after, everyone comes to greet Natasha, not me, which I think is very disrespectful, but I nod at every single one once they turn to leave.

"Ready to go?" she leans a little to ask me, I nod and we walk back to her car. "I know a really good place to eat ice cream, de you want to go or are you tired?"

"Let's go," I smile at her and she starts to drive.

Natasha let me choose the music, now The neighborhood is resounding in the car as we go through the beautiful streets of Florencia. I hum the song while I watch the lights disappear over the car's roof.

You've got me nervous to speak
So I just won't say anything at all
I've got an urge to release
And you keep tellin' me to hold on
You've got me nervous to move
So I just won't give anything to you
You got me turnin' all around to be who you need me to

Natasha's hands is on my thigh again, making me nervous just like the sentences I was singing seconds ago.

"Why always choose this kind of songs?"

"What do you mean?" she takes a quick glance of me and chuckles to herself as her eyes fixed on the road again.

"Nothing, is just this songs are more for, other moments, don't you think?" her voice lowers and I completely lose my mind.

"Maybe I want to get in the mood," I try to not look at her, I know if she smirks at me one more time and I'll give in so easily.

She doesn't respond me, just squeeze my thigh and keeps driving, for my sanity.

"We're here, detka." Natasha parks the car in front of a little shop and I go with her.

There's only a couple of old ladies sat at one of the tables outside the place. The night is beautiful and the shop it's decorated with small warm with lights that give it a magical touch, rather, romantic.

"What flavors?" Natasha turns to look at me as she asks the cashier our orders.

"Oh just chocolate, please." I smile at her.

"Può essere due cioccolati, per favore." The man behind the counter smiles as she hands him the cash and starts to prepare our cones.

Her voice sounds a little different when she talks italian, slightly softer and acute, to be exact, not her usual raspy tone.

Natasha thanks the guy and handle me my ice cream, the second I taste it I feel the semisweet chocolate taste in my mouth as if it were melting right there, humming at the deliciousness of my dessert, I widened my eyes to look at her, she's already looking at me with a smile.

"I know, they handmade them, that's why it taste so good,"

"Oh my god, this is for sure the best ice cream I'd ever taste."

"And that's because you didn't taste the ones from Argentina, but I'll take you there so you can eat them." this woman is a living dream.

We sit outside to eat the rest in silence, just enjoying the beautiful of the night.

a/n hello theeeere, so a lot of teasing, what you say is going to happen when they get Natasha's home?

I read you

if there's something bad written is because I used google translate lol