I should of been nervous.
This was the first time me and Nat had gone past kissing, there hadn't never been a right time. Until now, that is.
Unsurprisingly, Natasha thought she would be the dominant one, something I would probably accept sometimes but I wanted to give her pleasure. She had already given me so much, just by gracing me with her presence.
We were fully in the small tent now, although the zip wasn't shut but nobody came up here anyway. I let Nat push me down, her legs sitting either side of me, letting her think she was in control. She peppered kisses along my collarbone, slowly lifting my black hoodie off me, over my head. My hair was tied up with the undercut on show, as well as all of my face. She was the only one allowed to study me, only her beautiful green eyes. Nat kisses down the scar running down my cheek, a gesture of pure acceptance. My sports bra and cargo trousers were the only items left on me and I wanted to keep it that way. She looked up and down my chest, her lips swollen slightly. The scar along the centre of my abdomen made me feel a bit self conscious so before she could study it any longer, I flipped us over in one swift movement.
"This is all about you bellissimo" I mutter deeply, unzipping her suit slowly and I could see she was getting impatient. To me satisfaction, she wore a matching black lace set, almost as if she was planning for this. My eyes turn deep with lust and I turn my mouths attention to her abdomen, placing wet kisses from her throat all the way down.
When I got the hem of her knickers, I looked up at her and saw she was staring at me with desperation. I decided to play around a little, kissing along the outline of her underwear, touching everywhere but the place she craved most. Her breathing had got heavy and she was trying to move her body so I would hit the right places.
"What do you want, Natasha?" I say, using her full name and getting a positive reaction from it. She almost moaned and lifted her head up a bit.
"You, I want you."
I take away her knickers and smirk at how wet she was for me, all this for me.
"Ask nicely, tesoro."
"Shit... please... please" she breathes out as I rub her clit softly, her breath hitching at the long awaited contact. Since she asked so kindly, I entered one finger, then two, still massaging her clit. Her legs started to bounce and she tried to squeeze her legs together to cheat herself to more pleasure but I refused to let her satisfy herself. Nat moaned deeply in her husky voice and the sight and sound was almost enough to finish myself off.
Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, feared assassin, saviour of the world, was begging under me. Moaning and completely at my dispense.
She was close to finishing, judging by how much she was writhing and her moans were more frequent.
"Come for me, Natasha." It was an order, and she was following it perfectly.
My smirk increased as she came with my name flowing out of her plump lips. "That's a good girl."
Once I knew she was done with her high, I withdrew my fingers. They were completely soaked but that wasn't a problem as I put them in my mouth and licked them clean, all while maintaining eye contact with a disbelieved Nat. She tasted wonderful.
They left my mouth with a pop and I then got a cloth out of my bag, a clean one, not the one I used to wipe my victims blood on. A clean one for a clean start, marking it with the whole purpose of it. I cleaned her up while her breathing was returning to normal, slipping her knickers back on her and putting my black hoodie over her. I was comfortable enough sitting in my sports bra and cargo pants.
When I was done tidying, a lay next to her and pulled her into my chest.
"Was that okay?" I ask, cursing myself for not asking if she was alright.
Nat turned to me with heavy eyes but a huge smile on her face. "It was perfect, although I wish you would let me return the favour."
I chuckle and place a kiss on her forehead. "Maybe next time, amore. For now, lets get some rest."
Within a few minutes, Natasha fell asleep and I had never felt happier despite everything that had happened. We were shut off from the world up here, just me and her, like I had always wanted, always needed. Her breathing was heavy and she looked so at peace, something you rarely see on an assassin. We both needed this, we both needed each other, but I needed her more. My eyes eventually shut, my brain full of thoughts and all of them was of this beautiful woman next to me.
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All we had was a week before Steve got in touch. He filled me in over the COMS piece I still had off the fight in Leipzig. I was informed of Tony finding out about his parents and I wished I was with Tony so I could comfort him. I didn't hate Tony, he did what he thought was right, what we all did. Steve told me how Bucky was now recovering in Wakanda, under going treatment to get rid of the effect of those retched words. He said how he went and got everyone out of the prison, the Raft where they all got put.
We were to meet them in the city not far from here after I gave them our coordinates to be picked up in a Quinjet. I was happy to see them but I would miss the peace me and Nat had experienced up here.
I packed the tent away and we started our walk to the city after I dumped my bag back to where I found it. I had everything I needed right next to me. The air was hot and the streets weren't too busy.
"Do you not hate this?" Nat asked me as we walked through a market place.
"Hate what?"
"Walking among lots of people?"
I glance at the perfectly sculpted buildings next to us and nodded. "I guess but I can't protect you from up there."
"You don't need to protect me, you know I am perfectly capable of looking after myself."
Grabbing her hand and squeezing it, I said, "I know, but we are a team, we fight together."
She felt satisfied enough with my answer and we arrived at the empty field where the Quinjet was shortly after. Standing outside was Sam and Wanda, participating in a rather intense conversation.
"Cinderella is the best princess, no questioning!" Sam basically shouted and Wanda shook her head.
"Snow White is better" she replied with a shrug, neither of them even noticing our arrival.
"She was a dumb bitch, eating a bloody poisonous apple. Besides, it's a bit dodgy, a man kissing an unconscious, basically dead girl."
I couldn't suppress my snort and they both jump in surprise, Sam holding his fists up and Wanda already producing red flames. When they realise it's us, they instantly drop their defensive stances and greet us.
"Oh my god! You guys are okay" says Wanda in relief and I gave her a smile.
"Of course, I am glad you all are out of prison."
"Yeah... that was an experience" Sam says with a role of his eyes. We enter the jet and I see Steve, Vision and Pietro sat around the table, looking at a map.
"Ciao, Sonic" I say with a smirk and Pietro jumps and appears in front of me in less than a second. He gives me a tight hug and I just stand there, not really used to affection off others. I must of pulled a face because Steve and Nat start laughing at us.
"Princessa, it is good to see you" he mumbled, still a Sokovian accent present. Wanda's wasn't as noticeable but for some reason Pietro's was like he still lived there. His hair was still bleached, a tight black top hung to his figure and he looked happy despite all this.
"So, what's the plan, Cap?" I ask, the Quinjet door closing as we all circle around the table.
"We don't stay in one place for any longer than a week. We avoid large public areas, interact with no one unless necessary. It's us against the law, unfortunately a lot of people know us so it won't be easy. Hotels are looking most likely as our source of accommodation. I hope you all like one another because this is all we have" said Steve, another motivational speech to add to his tally.
"Sounds fine to me" I shrug.
"Where's our first stop?" Natasha questions.
"Romania" Vison answered.
HEY
SO I DID IT
I WROTE MY FIRST WLW SMUT
I HOPE IT'S NOT TOO CRINGEY, FEEL FREE TO SKIP IT IF IT IS
ALSO, I HAVE DECIDED WHAT I WANT TO DO WITH INFINITY WAR AND ENDGAME AND I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO WRITING IT ;)