NATASHA'S POV-
Our lips meet hastily, sweet passion invading every better judgement.
Our minds intertwining as we become one, lost in our high, like a fix for an addiction, the taste of her lips soothing all my fears.
Vulnerability had never seemed safe, that was until now, I felt her hands slip under my shirt running up my back and all of a sudden I felt like I was home... home for the very first time.
The wild fire of desire burning in my stomach compelled me to keep going despite knowing now was not the best time.
I lift my arms above my head as she pull off my shirt, letting it fall to the floor gently.
Though we may lie, there's nothing but honesty and trust in the glances we share. Her eyes flicker down my body, a gentle smile lifting her lips.
She crosses her arms over her torso gripping at the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head, her soft hair falling messily back into place.
She holds on to my hands placing them around her waist "touch me." She whispers.
Intoxicated by her voice, her beauty, her perfume dancing around the atmosphere I confess "I want you." I speak softly against her lips.
"Show me how much you want me." She whispers quietly and yet she says the words so confidently, so sure of herself , no regretful look on her face.
My hand falls down the front of her stomach just about to slip into the waistband of her jeans.
Banging against the front door startles us apart, "Natasha Romanoff it's the FBI could you open the door."
She quickly picks up our shirts from the floor passing mine to me for us to cover ourselves up.
My eyes dart between Y/N and the door "What did you do Y/N?" I ask worriedly. Scared that maybe, just maybe, she'd contacted someone before I'd even realised.
Her eyes quickly glance over me, her expression just asstartled as my own "I didn't do anything." She points down to the smashed phone one the floor.
"Natasha Romanoff this is your last chance, open up the door." A man speaks from the other side of the door.
"Natasha you have to open the door!" Y/N hurries me to unlock the door.
"Miss Romanoff we'd like you to come in for questioning." The man speaks, as I look up to his eyes I recognise the man as Agent Davies.
"Well I wouldn't like to come in for questioning." I retort.
I keep the door closed half way to block the view of Y/N.
"I'm sorry Miss Romanoff but I wasn't really asking per say, It's more of an order." He says proudly.
"Then why ask me to begin with?"
"Stop with the smart remarks, I need you to get in the car now."
"I just need to do something one moment."
"Miss Romanoff I have reason to believe you were involved in the murder of Mr Russo so no, no I can't wait a moment." He pauses.
"Natasha Romanoff you are under arrest for the suspicion of murder in the first degree. You do not have to say anything. But, it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something which you may later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence," he continues "you have the right to a lawyer if you cannot afford one, one will be provided for you."
Surly he can't do this.
He flips my body round my arms are pulled behind my back into cuffs.
"Agent Davies is this necessary?" Y/N bursts round the door and for the first time all day she hides her feelings from everyone completely.
She remains composed and professional the entire time. "Agent Y/L/N I've been calling you for the last half hour what are you doing here?"
"I- I" She stutters.
"Little miss perfect over here wanted her promotion, thought she'd try and beat you to the chase." I lie, covering for Y/N to the best of my ability.
Nothing lasts forever, everything will come to an end eventually. Freedom doesn't last.
"I'll deal with you back at the office Y/L/N, I want you there ASAP." The man shouts, tightening my cuffs tighter than necessary.
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I can't hear anything from coming from the other side of the glass, it's been a while since I was arrested.
Eventually, Y/N walks through the door in her usual work attire. "Miss Romanoff do you understand why you're here?"
"How many times do I have to tell you? I didn't do it."
"We have evidence that your relationship with Mr Chambers is more than what you previously let on." She explains clearly.
"I'd like my lawyer." I tell her.
"That's fine, I can take off your cuffs if you'd like but you must remain in your seat."
I tilt my head "you can?"
"You've made no attempt to resist, as long as you continue to cooperate, I have no reason to believe you'd put either of us at risk." She says firmly, her eyes locked on mine as if she was telling me to go along with everything she was doing.
She kneels down behind my back slowly removing the cuffs. "There are cameras watching and a microphone on the left side of the window so I have to be quiet," she whispers "Natasha follow along, I'm going to get you out of this I promise."
She releases one hand from the handcuffs "They only know about what you told me on the yacht, they know nothing of our relationship or anything we discussed. As of right now there's nobody else on the other side of the glass, but soon there will be and we'll need to keep up our little show... okay." She whispers barely loud enough for me to hear.
Both hands fall free, she slowly rises by passing neck "You do look good in cuffs though." She says lowly retuning back to her seat on the other side of the desk as if she hadn't just made such a comment at such a crucial time.
Knowing I have her on my side and that the FBI have little to no evidence helps me sit relatively confidently.
The door slowly opened, a young woman dressed in similar attire walks inside. "Miss Romanoff, your lawyer is here." The woman says.
Shorty followed by her entrance is a man I haven't seen in a while. "Coulson." I nod.
He takes a seat next to me "Romanoff, I wish I could say it's a pleasure seeing you again but given the circumstances." He shrugs.
"Hi, my name is Phil Coulson, I am Miss Romanoff's Lawyer." He introduces himself to Agent Y/L/N.
"Agent Y/L/N." She greats him.
"I've listened over the audio and I'd like to keep this short and sweet," he begins "Natasha what we're you drinking while you had dinner?"
"Wine." I tell him honestly.
"How many glasses did you have?" He asks.
"Four glasses, one before dinner, two during and one after."
"Given Miss Romanoff's hight and weight, that would but her over the limit of 0.8 so nothing she said will hold up in court."
I sit proudly as Agent Davies walks into the room, making his attempts to protest but naturally failing against Coulson's defence.
"Agent Davies I would like all charges and arrests' dropped, you have no evidence or grounds for such charges." He states.
"We'll need to go over the paperwork." Davies says, frustration and anger evident in his tone.
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Despite Coulson flooring every detective that made their bests effort to find evidence against me, they still had the right to keep me in for 48hours.
Another two day long interrogation with my favourite detective and facade of teasing to uphold.
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"Anyway enough about me, how've you been feeling darling?" I tease Y/N, ignoring her requests for a statement.
Just like planed and just like I expected she lays on her game thick "How I've been feeling has nothing to do with you now does it?"
"I'm just saying, you look at little tense, I could fix that." I Smile, I feel her foot gently kick me under the table.
"I don't think you have the kind of expertise required to ease the tension I feel, Now tell me where were you the 24th may?" She snaps.
I ignore her question "I see the way your thighs clench shut when I talk about touching you," I mock "I see the way your chest rises and falls frantically when I lean closer to you."
She stands up walking around the back of my chair leaning over to me at ear level the sent of her shampoo engulfing me "you couldn't handle me even if you wanted to." She taunts.
Although I know this is all the for the Oscar award winning performance for Agent Davies I can't help but wonder if she believes the words she's saying have some truth.
I clench my jaw "I don't think you want to test that theory of yours." I retort.
"Don't threaten me when I hold your freedom in my hands." She tuts "Now tell me about your relationship with Mr Chambers!" She shouts.
I laugh "Dont ruin the moment please Y/N, I was just about to tell you about all the ways I would touch you." I say hinting back at her request earlier today.
Her hands rest on my shoulders "You wish you could touch me, don't you? You want me." She says lowly.
Before I'd even had chance to process what I was doing I was standing from my chair, pushing her body against the wall my forearm applying light pressure to her neck keeping her in place.
"Natasha." She attempts to warn me but my name falls from her lips in more of a seductive whimper, than anything else.
"Touch me," I whisper into her ear quietly, mindful of the mics, taunting her "that's what you said."
Agent Davies bursts through the doors before another second could pass "Enough," he pulls me of her forcing my arms back into cuffs "I'm not dealing with this bullshit again... Agent Jones you can take over!"
"Agent Y/L/N we need a word. My office now!" He orders her as if she were some school child.
I went too far.
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Y/N POV-
"Sir!"
He slams his office door "Nothing about your techniques are going to fly in court," he sakes his head running his hands over his face "Never, have I seen you encourage such inappropriate behaviour with anyone other than her. You're actions this past week have been dangerous and irresponsible, you set up a meeting with a murder suspect without telling me. I found you at Romanoff's house attempting to do god knows what. You're interrogation techniques are beyond inappropriate." He shouts.
"Nothing, nothing that has been said in that room in the last few hours is admissible in court, the little evidence we did have has been thrown out my Coulson. In less than 48 she walks out of here yet again, a free woman. You left Agent Jones to bring me the audio you know you should've delivered yourself... I have no choice but to suspend you." He finishes.
"Sir!" I attempt to protest.
"I have every right to fire you right now don't push it," he warns "I don't know what has caused this irrational behaviour but I expect it corrected in the next four weeks!"
"Four weeks!" I repeat infuriated.
"End of story out, leave now! Collect your things and we'll see you in four weeks... is that understood Y/L/N." He says firmly.
A/N- Miss girls in trouble 🤚🏼. I scarped out my old plan which was to traumatise you all and instead opted for something kinda melodramatic.
(Not proof read as of 24/07/21)
I'd like to mention I have next to no knowledge on the law except for the unusual stuff so there's little accuracy to most of this- it's just for fiction purposes. I have in-fact combined the US laws and UK laws because Google's not explaining shit and I don't have time to re watch 15 seasons of criminal minds.
Anyway love you all- Elle <3