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Chapter Eight: Back To Work

The Farmer's Daughter - (A WandaNat Story)

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Tag list: @xenaizogie

Summary: Wanda invites Natasha out with her friends, but they run into someone from Natasha's past.

Word Count: 3.4K

Content: Drinking, Jealousy, Feelings

Thursday.

It was Thursday.

As the clock rolled into the afternoon, it had officially been four days since Wanda came home with a newfound... feeling... for Natasha.

It wasn't love or a crush. At least, she didn't think so. She was still flirty, but it wasn't as blatant as before. Maybe it was? Wanda truly wasn't convinced.

Regardless, one thing was for sure.

She loved to see Natasha work up a sweat in one of her old t-shirts.

"Howdy, partner!" Wanda embarrassedly said as Natasha approached the fence near the house to grab her water bottle. "Oh, is that what we are doing today?" Natasha teased as she took a big sip.

Wanda shrugged. Honestly, her accent could've been worse.

"Did you see my story?" Wanda asked as Natasha laughed and set down her water. "Wanda, you know I don't check my phone. Especially today." Natasha turned away and saw Erik on a horse in the distance. "I can't believe you guys used to have horses."

Wanda looks at her father in the distance. "Yeah. Cookie Dough." Wanda says. "Cookie Dough? The horse's name was Cookie Dough?" Natasha wears a cute smile as she leans closer to the fence.

Closer to Wanda.

Wanda smiles at her before looking away. "You can't make fun of me. I was eight." Natasha keeps her mouth shut and gives a playful tilt of the head. "Cookie Dough is a good name." Natasha turns back to see Erik making his way towards her.

She turns to Wanda. "Back to work."

Wanda watches the latest Farmhand start jogging away. When she's far enough away, she gives one last look and starts making her way back to the house, where she opens a group chat with her closest friends.

Seven Peas In A Pod

Sunday: Jarvis has been kicked

Darcy Renamed The Group to Six Peas Minus A Bitch

Darcyyyy

D: Fine 😒

Darcy Renamed The Group to Six Peas In A Pod

Today:

We should go out tonight

S: Its Thursday...

D: damn sam stay home then. where we going bestie???

M: I can't sorry guys

That's okay Monica. But I was thinking city??

C: City? I'm down.

D: surprise surprise

C: 🙄

B: Is Natasha coming??

D: Bucky.. but fr 👀

Darcy kick Bucky

B: No! Okay I'm sorry

👎

S: No but fr is she??

I have to ask..

Wanda flipped her phone over and laid face-down on her Queen bed.

Why did the thought of asking Natasha to hang out feel like a monumental task? It was Natasha.. What made that difficult?

Wanda dwelled on it for a few more seconds before she shook her mind free of the redhead and lifted herself up. Her eyes drifted to her open closet with a black cocktail dress hanging in the corner.

Would that be too much?

Of course, I'm hanging out with friends, not going to a rooftop restaurant.

Wandas flopped back down her bed and grabbed her phone. Ignoring the group chat and instead going to Pinterest to look for inspo.

Hours later, with clothes thrown everywhere and multiple eyeshadow pallets open did she receive a text from Carol outside of the group chat.

"Hey, I'm not saying this to stress you out or anything, but have you asked Natasha yet? I wanna know if we're gonna meet here or not."

Shit.

Meanwhile, Natasha was finishing up her last lesson in horse care for the day with Wanda's father as they put Butterball into his stable.

"...and in the morning, I'll worry about his food if you just focus on keeping the area clean and work on getting the addition to the coop built."

Natasha turned towards the house of chickens and sneered.

"Yes, sir." She replied, making Erik laugh. He knew of Natasha's hatred for the pecking monsters, but a bigger coop needed to be built. You win some, you lose some.

"Romanoff." Erik started as the pair walked down towards the house. "Sir?" Natasha questioned. Erik stopped and took his hat off to wipe his forehead. "I just want to thank you again for everything you've done for us so far. Even though it's been a short time, it sure as hell feels longer."

At that moment, Wanda walked out of the house looking for Natasha.

Natasha spotted her immediately.

"I know just what you mean, sir." Natasha pulled her focus back to her boss. Erik hummed and turned his head to Wanda as the two continued walking. "I guess what I'm saying is, is that good help is hard to find, but you sure found us at a good time,"

Natasha turned her head to the man as they reached the fence gate. "Thank you, sir." He smiled, and it looked like he wanted to say more, but as Wanda walked up, Erik didn't say a word. "Hi, sweetie." Erik smiled at his daughter. "Hi, Papa!" She waved before her eyes moved to Natasha's.

Erik turned slightly and made his exit known. "I'll see what Magda's feeling for dinner."

Natasha waved bye before moving to take off her work gloves. "What's up?" Natasha questioned Wanda. Wanda held the end sleeve of her heather grey oversized sweatshirt. "I was kinda wondering if you wanted to come out with me and the group tonight?" Wanda asked without any stutters or flubs.

Natasha looked at Wanda, a little surprised. "Oh!" Natasha looked down and smiled before finding Wanda's beautiful face. "Out like to a club or-"

"No, no, no. Like a beer garden that has like board games and stuff!" That interested Natasha a lot more. "Oh!" She said again. "Yeah. Sure. That sounds like fun!" Natasha genuinely couldn't remember the last time she played a board or card game, but if she had to guess, it was probably at Clint's before the man flipped the board over and walked away like a baby.

Wanda felt ecstatic!

"Great! I'll let everyone know!" Wanda rushed off to get ready for the night without giving Natasha any additional information, but seeing the smile on Wanda's face was more than enough for her.

Now, she was glad she splurged more on her body wash.

But just like Wanda before, Natasha was now left figuring out what to wear.

Natasha turned her back to the mirror. She was watching the way her ass filled out her favorite pair of black jeans.

This could work.

Natasha, happy with that choice, sat on the bed as she looked at her newly filled closet while she put a pair of socks on and her brown boots. Natasha planted both feet on the hardwood floor and sighed. She stood up once again and walked to the mirror.

Her eyes found the scars on her left arm before she moved to look at a mole in the center of her chest. She brought her hand up and circled it with her healed index finger. She smiled as she briefly thought about the seconds before she cut herself on the kitchen knife.

Three.

That's how many small moles she counted on Wanda's left breast.

She also remembers the teasing look Wanda wore.

Natasha lifted her face slightly to look at herself. She looked better and knew Wanda was a reason for it—that and leaving the military.

Still, Natasha cleared her throat, and instead of looking for a shirt, she parked herself at the small desk by the door. She began lining her ears with additional gold pieces of jewelry she had been absent of.

Natasha turned her head and beamed at her beauty. She opened her phone camera and looked at the freshly applied lipstick and lip liner.

She was trying something new.

Natasha wasn't too sure about it. But before she could reach forward and grab a wipe, a shadow caught her eye.

Away from the dipping sun behind a pink sky, Wanda was in her bedroom window with her light on. She stood posing in front of her mirror in blue jeans and a lacy black bra.

Natasha felt her cheeks run red as she couldn't pull her eyes away in time to watch Wanda check herself out. Soft hands were smoothing themselves across her beautiful skin.

Natasha closed her mouth and looked away before a noise could disrupt this tranquil moment. She threw on whatever was the nearest shirt she could find, as her mind wouldn't let go of Wanda.

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" Magda asked as she looked her daughter's outfit up and down. She smiled. Her daughter had grown up into a beautiful, intelligent woman.

Wanda looked down at her outfit of blue jeans, brown boots, and a white t-shirt with a red button-down open-dress shirt.

In the right light, her black bra could be seen through the white shirt.

Wanda did this on purpose for one person tonight.

"Out with friends. Natasha's coming." This was news to Magda. "Oh!" Her surprised voice turned into one of acceptance. "Okay. Well, have fun and be safe!"

Wanda smiled and entered the living room to hug her mother. "I will."

Natasha will make sure of it. Wanda thought.

"Where's Papa?" Wandas asked. Magda pointed upstairs. Wanda nodded and said another goodbye as her mother joked about ordering pizza now that no one would be home tonight.

Wanda laughed and closed the front door just in time for her to see Natasha walk up the path from her place like a goddess. Natasha had a natural beauty that was only exploited even more by the paint on her lips and the jewelry on her body.

Wants didn't miss the way the leather jacket stuck to Natasha in a way that would look good on her. Not to mention the jeans.

It was then that Wanda found herself being wrong. She did, in fact, have a crush on Natasha Romanoff.

Natasha smirked as her eyes savored in Wanda. Wanda wasn't just attractive tonight. She was hot. And judging by the lacey bra she wore underneath, Natasha knew that Wanda knew how gorgeous she was.

Wanda smirked and walked off the porch as Natasha stepped closer. "Oh, Natasha, I don't think you understand what you're doing to me." Wanda hid the truth behind a teasing voice and smile.

Natasha would've rolled her eyes, but something shifted between the two.

Natasha gave a wink instead that she instantly regretted, but Wanda laughed, so maybe it wasn't that bad. They each walked closer to Natasha's bike.

"So, are we meeting everyone at one of your friends?"

That was the plan.

"Umm.." Wanda didn't want to do that anymore. "Actually, we're gonna meet them at the beer garden."

Natasha didn't remember that being the plan but went along with it. It's not like she was in the group chat. "Okay." She said and smiled as Wanda stepped closer to her motorcycle. "Oh wait!" Natasha said.

Wanda took a step back, unaware if she had done anything wrong.

"You need a helmet!" Natasha said, which led to Natasha laughing as they hit the main road. "It's not funny!" Wanda shouted as her arms wrapped tighter around Natasha's middle. She smelt her shampoo in the wind.

Natasha giggled as she caught the reflection of Wanda in a bright pink helmet that barely fit her anymore.

As Natasha parked her bike, she felt a little sad when Wanda's arms unraveled themselves from her body.

Wanda hopped off the bike first and stood on the sidewalk as she watched Natasha swing her leg around the bike. God, it was hot. And how did Natasha not get helmet hair?

Natasha placed her helmet on the seat as she peeked over at Wanda before full-blown laughing again. Confusing Wanda. "What?!" Wanda smiled. Natasha came closer and raised her rough hands to Wanda. Her fingertips brushed up Wanda's neck to her chin.

"Were you planning on wearing this inside?" Natasha unclipped the strap to the bright pink helmet. "Oh, right! Duh!" Wanda closed her eyes, embarrassed, as Natasha lifted the helmet. "It's okay. We'll just leave it here." Natasha put it on the right handlebar. "I don't think anyone's gonna want it." Natasha joked, making Wanda agree with laughter.

Natasha, meanwhile, took her helmet with her and placed it under her arms as she and Wanda walked side by side to the beer garden.

The two felt an electric touch when their hands brushed against each other more than once.

"Wanda?" Natasha tilted her head to the younger woman as they approached the establishment. Bouncer in sight. "What's up?" Wanda blinked her big doe eyes. "Aren't you 20?" Natasha innocently asked.

Natasha didn't care if Wanda had a fake ID or not. Even if Wanda showed that she did, in fact, have one, she ignored Natasha's question and presented the bouncer with an ID that said she was 22 years old.

Natasha just didn't want for Wanda to be turned away at the door. She didn't want to see her sad.

However, to Wanda, Natasha's question was an unwarranted reminder of the eight-year gap between the two.

"Happy?" Wanda asked with a slightly sour tone that surprised Natasha. "Of course," Natasha replied as she followed an already guilty feeling Wanda.

Wanda turned to Natasha and gave a warm smile. A subtle apology that Natasha didn't realize before grabbing her arm and leading her to the bar. "I'll buy the first round!"

Natasha widely smiled and accepted. "I'll buy the second." She found Wanda's eyes and leaned in a little closer until their sides touched.

Wanda and Natasha both hid smiles.

As Natasha kept her eyes occupied with reading the menu above the taps, Wanda received a text.

Six Peas In A Pod

I have to ask..

D: did she ask??

C: Where are we meeting btw?

S: We doin shots tonight right? Wanda??

D: wanda? babes?

B: What is Natasha said no...

D: bucky i will kick you out don't play. wanda??

C: Imma text her.

SHE SAID YES WE'LL MEET YOU THERE!

M: Omg!! Girl I can't wait to hear all about it!!

B: Five step plan to make Natasha fall I love with me starts now.

D: @Bucky🙄 as if

S: We doing shots!!!

Now:

D: gotta say im loving the way natasha fills out the jeans 👀

HUH!?

Wanda flipped her phone screen down so hard she thought it might have broken. Natasha noticed. "Is everything okay?" Wanda nodded as she began looking for any signs of her friends. She found them when Darcy started shaking her hands wildly.

"Oh, I see." Natasha laughed. "Let's order, and then we'll join them," Natasha suggested, much to Wanda's agreement. Moments alone were going to be rare, and Wanda wanted to make it last.

"Nice helmet!" Sam noted as Natasha and Wanda sat next to each other—separate seats. Darcy immediately caught the way Wanda was watching Natasha converse with the rest of the friend group.

She smiled behind her second beer of the night.

"So Natasha, be honest with me." Sam began making everyone be prepared for him to say something crazy. "Oh boy," Carol mumbled. Sam waved his hands at his friends. "Is Wanda a snorer?" Bucky and Carol immediately slapped his arm and head as Wanda became red in the face.

Natasha, surprised and amused by everything happening, cleared her throat before sipping on her second beer. Her green orbs caught Wanda's before they darted away. "Umm.." Natasha said. "I don't have an answer for you. But if I had to guess..." She looked at Wanda and smirked. "I'd say she's definitely a loud snorer. She would probably keep me up the whole night!"

"Oh my god! No! Shut up!" Wanda lightly pushed Natasha but glowed at the mention of Natasha and her sleeping together.

Natasha laughed and high-fived Sam. Darcy even joined in.

Conversations like that flowed again with a round of shots before a stranger made their presence known.

"Excuse me..." A soft voice interrupted a story Bucky was telling about the group's time at the beach. All eyes turned to a dark-haired woman with a bandage on her nose. She wore a purple flannel over a grey shirt, dark-wash jeans, and black boots. She had a very striking complexion.

Carol and Bucky both found themselves looking the woman up and down. Sam, like with Natasha, noticed the dog tags around her neck.

Sam turned his attention to Wanda.

Wanda's soft eyes and smile changed when she saw how the woman was looking only at Natasha.

"Tasha?" The woman asked as her cautious face turned into a smile when Natasha turned to face the mysterious person. "Oh my gosh! Kate!?" Natasha rose to her feet and hugged them.

It had been years since "Tasha" had seen this person.

Darcy looked to Wanda, who quietly sipped her beer. The rest of the group also watched the interaction unfold in front of them.

"How are you!?" Kate kept her arms on Natasha's side. "I'm good. Doing some work in the city." Natasha raised her eyebrows and grinned. "Oh wow. That's great!"

Kate lifted her arms away from the redhead. "I heard you're a free woman!" Natasha laughed and knew exactly who told Kate the news. "Fury?" Kate nodded. "Fury."

Darcy slapped Wanda's leg as Wanda sneered at the friendly exchange.

"It's nice when he calls. It's rare, but it happens." Kate said as the friend group watched the way Natasha and Kate spoke in what might as well be riddles.

"So, did you ever-" Natasha's eyes caught a glimpse of the metal hanging around Kate's neck. Kate shared a knowing look with Natasha as they both saw the other person wearing their dog tags. "Get that dog?" Kate finished Natasha's question. Natasha nodded.

"Yeah. Fanny's her name. She's great! I can show you pictures!" Natasha loved how excited Kate was talking about Fanny. "I'd love to see them."

It was then that Natasha could sense all eyes on them. Especially a brunette who was burning a hole into her head. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry guys!" Natasha spoke to the group.

Wanda thought Natasha should've acknowledged her first as she finished off her third drink.

"This is Kate Bishop. We..." Natasha trailed off, and half the friend group thought exes. "We were in the military together." Kate once again finished Natasha's sentence. Kate waved to the group.

Bucky flashed his eyes towards Wanda.

"How about you join us!" Darcy spoke up, making Wanda spin her head around. Natasha didn't notice the shocked look Wanda wore.

Darcy was an ally for Wanda through and through, but she also lived from drama and gossip.

"If everyone is cool with it?" Natasha posed to the group. Everyone gave nods and waves of approval.

Everyone but Wanda.

Wanda darted her eyes back and forth between Kate and Natasha. Kate was shorter than Wanda but closer in age to Natasha.

"Here, take my spot!" Natasha moved her drink next to Wanda's empty glass and sat on the loveseat with Wanda. Wanda's stomach jumped, and for a brief moment, a smile was found on her face again. Natasha's stomach also flipped, but she was too focused on giving her attention to Kate than worrying about whether she and Wanda were too close to one another.

This drove Wanda crazy. Her little movements and longing touches seemed not to faze Natasha throughout the night as card games and more drinks were had.

Too many drinks for Wanda.

This is why when Natasha unsubconsciously put her arm on the backside of Wanda's part of the loveseat, Kate's eyes flickered between the two.

She had been eyeing Wanda most of the night, but when Wanda blushed as Romanoff scooted closer to her, Kate felt safe in making a comment about it.

"I must say, Romanoff, it suits you," Kate said as the game of UNO ended with Carol winning again. Her laughing in Bucky's face.

Wanda could've won multiple times, but she couldn't focus on her cards. Plus, she saw doubles when there weren't any.

"What do you mean?" Natasha inquired. Kate nudged her head towards Wanda, who was turned talking to Darcy.

Darcy was trying to stop Wanda from leaving.

"Oh no.." Natasha shook her head and turned her eyes to Kate. "We're just friends."

Everyone heard it and froze.

The corners of Wanda's eyes immediately began to sting. She got up and started walking away before anyone could stop her. "Wanda!" Darcy yelled, causing Natasha to spin her head in that direction.

Why was Wanda leaving?

Natasha swung her eyes across everyone's face, no one looking directly at her. "Natasha..." Kate spoke up. "Did she know that?"

Natasha's mouth dropped, but no words came out. Every little thing Wanda did tonight finally hit Natasha, and she felt awful. "I-.." She needed to find Wanda. "I'll be back." Natasha stood up and chased in the direction Wanda ran off.

The friend group all turned to Kate.

"Just who do you think you are-" Darcy started yelling at Kate before Sam stood up and stopped Darcy from being a real one. "Look at her tag!" Sam yelled.

"Oh shit..." Bucky's face fell as he saw it.

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corralinesage · 2 days ago

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Child of September (2/?)

18+ Mature content, pure smut

I hope you guys enjoy this update!! The master list is linked in the title<3

Chapter 2: Capturing memories

You adjusted the thick blanket that covered your shoulders, moving your body enough to get your blood circulation going again after sitting on the couch for most of the cozy afternoon. You glanced at the window, noticing that the autumnal gloom of the clouds had subsided just enough to allow rays of golden sunlight to push through for just a moment before the sun would disappear fully behind the horizon. The apartment smelled like chai, thanks to Natasha who had been in and out of the kitchen ever since breakfast to warm herself up with cups of tea. You were sitting on the living room couch with your sketchbook in your arms, squinting at a questionable drawing of a street view, for once having deliberately chosen to draw something other than people. You hated the black and white sketch, the perspective possibly a little bit off because you lacked a reference and had pulled the image out of your imagination, which had a tendency to never end well. There was a reason why you mostly focused on figure studies and portraits. They were just much more interesting than anything else, especially when you had a live model roaming around your apartment like she owned the place.

“Love, come here”, you called, flipping a new page and closing the book with one of your markers between the covers, tossing it to the side when Natasha walked in, wearing an entire outfit from your closet, although it was far from anything presentable. She noted how much dimmer the lighting was in the room, switching on a reading light on her way to the couch to spare your eyes from excessive strain.

“What is it?” She asked, your eyes studying your favorite pair of sweatpants that Natasha was donning with one of your ribbed tank tops and an oversized, knit cardigan.

“You have your entire closet littered around my bedroom and this is what you wear?” You questioned in disbelief, gesturing for her to come closer.

“It’s what’s most comfortable”, she stated in all seriousness, smiling softly to herself. She straddled your lap when you pulled her down onto the couch, her arms going around your neck as she sank into your embrace.

“Mm, yeah”, you huffed in amusement, slightly distracted by her presence despite the atrocious outfit she had on. Your lips found hers, first pressing down casually in a chaste kiss, but as an idea struck your mind you allowed the kiss to deepen, parting your lips, your tongue brushing against the seam of her lips. She hummed into the kiss, pleased by the sudden course of action you were taking, arching herself closer to you as her cheeks started to flush a soft pink. You had been drawing for hours, spending your day off planning the next assignment that you had been given for the following week, which, truth be told, Natasha wasn’t entirely too fond of when she would've rather had you all to herself. You ran your hands down her sides, sliding them under the waistband of her sweats, your fingers sinking into the bare skin of her behind as you gave her a firm squeeze. She gasped into your mouth, her hips rolling gently into your lap as if she was merely adjusting her position, the touch of her tongue growing just a bit more demanding. You switched angles, bringing your hands back up to her shoulders, unwrapping her arms from your neck to push the cardigan off her. Natasha didn’t protest at all when her top was next to go, leaning back down to kiss you once the garment was off, her nipples hardening in the cool temperature of the room. She stood up for a moment to kick off her pants, revealing a pair of underwear that was most likely yours as well. Natasha ignored the questioning raise of your brow as she sat back down. She felt warm under the touch of your hands as you caressed her back softly, sighing into her mouth from how good she felt against you. There was a brief moment where you had to choose whether to carry out your plan or not, Natasha’s warm, naked body more than inviting, steering you further and further away from your initial intentions. But eventually, you pulled away, both of you panting softly, a playful smirk on Natasha’s lips. Maybe it was finally her turn for some attention. She eyed you for a moment, her fingers playing with a necklace you were wearing.

“Go kneel on the other end of the couch and stay still”, you whispered quietly, the command seeming to linger in the narrow gap between your faces, Natasha blinking her eyes almost comically, doing a double take at your request. She looked at you for a moment, not used to being ordered around in bed but out of curiosity she did as told, moving to the opposite end of the couch where she knelt down, facing you. “Lift your arms up and arch your back”, you instructed her, Natasha giving you a disappointed frown as you pulled your sketchbook back onto your lap.

“What? I have to pose again? Then why did you kiss me?” She whined halfheartedly, following your silent instructions, moving her knees to the right and tilting her chin down. She had been through it before and possessed a vague idea of what you were looking for.

“It gives your cheeks some color”, you smirked, watching her roll her eyes, her blushed skin turning a shade darker. Considering the way you had met for the first time, you were confident that she didn’t mind it. Natasha liked posing for you, loved it. Sometimes she even asked for it. Although, you had a feeling that it had less to do with your art and more to do with your intense eyes on her. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll make it up to you. You just stay still”, you promised, leaning back a bit as you looked at her through only one of your eyes, using your pencil to map out the length and width of her body before starting your sketch with loose lines to figure out the correct proportions.

“You know you always do this”, she mused, staying still as a statue. “You make me pose for you until my nipples fall off from the cold and then you have sex with me”, she argued, her voice carrying a hint of amusement that she tried to hide, making you chortle out a laugh, your eyes returning to her body again. “Here’s an idea. Let’s just have sex like regular people”, she said teasingly, her smile widening when your gazes met. You grinned at her, finding it hard to contain your joy whenever she joked around with you.

“Or you can be the best, most beautiful girlfriend in the world and let me do this without you whining like a big baby”, you retorted, biting your lip as you paused for a moment just to look at the arches of her body, focusing on the lights and shadows, your eyes inevitably returning to her perky nipples. You felt your cheeks heat, maybe you shouldn’t have turned yourself on before starting such a tedious task, but as Natasha eventually quietened down you found it easier to ignore the tickle of warmth in your lower abdomen. She focused fully on you as you worked, much like when she had first met you, the situation sharing many similarities with that specific memory.

You continued to sketch her onto the paper, your pencil capturing every little curve and dent of her knees, shading in the muscles of her thighs before moving higher to define the two spheres on the paper to look more like her breasts. You left her underwear out of the drawing, shading in the space between her legs, biting down on your lip, the urge to be between those muscular thighs washing over you. God, you just wanted to abandon the sketchbook and fall into her embrace, but you kept going because you needed the drawing for an oil pastel piece that you were planning on doing with your new set that you had gotten a few days prior. It had an impressive range of shades, and you were bursting at the seams to finally try them out. You could’ve drawn something else with them, but you just wanted it to be Natasha because you loved her color palette more than anything else, already picturing the way you would capture her ivory skin and auburn hair. You desperately needed to get out of your head before it was too late, your underwear damp enough already. The silence was not helping your overactive and imaginative mind, allowing you the room to recall how good it felt to be sandwiched between those thighs of hers.

“Your hips have such a nice shape to them”, you mumbled, defining the outline of the sketch, following precisely the curve of her waist. The comment might have been odd to someone else, but Natasha had always loved how observant you were with her, intrigued by the way you saw the world around you in different shapes and colors. Your eyes moved to her body again to recheck that the lines of her armpit and bicep were accurate to reality.

“Thank you”, she hummed, smiling softly, your words warming her heart.

“I think you have the prettiest belly button I’ve ever seen”, you continued, Natasha chuckling quietly.

“How many have you seen?” She inquired curiously, trying to distract herself from your heated stare that only seemed to intensify.

“I’ve seen enough and none of them come even close to yours”, you answered, voice laden with amusement. You continued to shade in parts of her body, paying special attention to her curves to make them look every bit as soft and enticing as they were to your eye, using your finger to blend some of the shading to make it appear less harsh, your other hand searching for an eraser so you could fix the angle of the arm that was farther back.

“What do you like about me the most?” She asked quietly, your eyes snapping up to see her face, your lips stretching into a smile. She was so adorable it made your body physically ache.

“Your personality”, you replied honestly, Natasha rolling her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m super cool, but physically. Why do you like to draw me so much?” She asked, genuinely curious about what you saw in her. You sighed heavily, pausing for a moment to think, your eyes remaining on her.

“What I like most about drawing you is you. I love this”, you explained, gesturing your hand between you. “I love that I get to just look at you and draw what I see, capture the moment”, you hummed, Natasha’s smile softening. “If you didn’t know this yet, you’re gorgeous, and who doesn’t like to look at gorgeous things?” You asked rhetorically, smirking her way as you went back to the drawing.

“What do you see in the drawings?” She asked, continuing her method of distraction despite it bringing her no relief whatsoever from the ache between her legs.

“I see glimpses into the past, moments in time. Every piece of my art has a memory or memories attached to it and when I look at the things I’ve created they always bring me back into the moment of creation”, you replied, realizing that it was the very reason you liked to draw and paint her so much.

“I’m in all those memories”, she whispered in mild awe, finally understanding another piece of you that suddenly made so much sense. You nodded your head, thinking back to the dozens of pieces you had made of her over the years you had spent together.

“You’re in all those memories”, you echoed fondly, knowing that that very moment was forever going to be in the sketch that sat on your lap. There was an elongated moment of silence where Natasha just looked at you as you traced the lines of her neck muscles and added some volume to her hair by coloring some of it in before she spoke again.

“I really wanna know, what’s your favorite part of my body”, she asked, eager to know because she knew what her favorite was when it came to you.

“I like so many things about you, little details, stuff others wouldn’t think twice about”, you chuckled, not sure how to decide a favorite out of them all.

“What details?” She inquired immediately, clearly curious about the way you perceived her.

“Well”, you started awkwardly, feeling like she was going to find your answer weird. “I love the way your bottom front teeth are crooked. The right one in the middle is more in the front than the rest. It’s cute”, you hummed, hiding your face from her by deciding that the sketch needed a little more of your attention.

“You need to spend less time in my mouth”, she chuckled, unable to hold in her laughter.

“See, I knew you’d think it’s weird”, you whined, shooting her a look.

“No, no. I love it”, she protested immediately, urging you to keep going. “What else?”

“I love it when you lift your arm to the side and the muscles of your shoulder and chest stick out and if the lighting is right, they look even more defined. It’s really attractive”, you whispered quietly, feeling your cheeks heat. “And I like the way your collarbones and the notch between them frame your chest, very elegant”, you commented, smiling to yourself as you dragged the pencil over said part of her body. “There are these couple little freckles on your left boob. They’re light brown, really subtle. They look like constellations”, you chuckled, Natasha glancing down to look at her chest, suddenly not sure if she had noticed such a thing. “Oh, and that scar on your lower back, the one I said looked like a heart”, you added, reminded of the burn mark Natasha hadn’t even known existed until you pointed it out. You paused for a moment before continuing. “This is so weird.” You cringed at what you were about to say but carried on regardless of it. “I love the way the cartilage in your nose kind of cinches in right before the tip of your nose and it gives it this roundness that’s super cute. And I can’t forget the tiny nose bump, or the way your Cupid’s bow dents right above your lip.” There were too many things, too many parts of her that all deserved your undivided attention. Natasha hid her surprise, impressed by the tiny details that you picked up on when you really studied her as thoroughly as possible. Her gaze was very fond as she looked at you, clearly able to see the way you felt about what you had said, felt about her, realizing just how much the smaller details meant to you, and just how much time you spent staring at her.

“So, which one is your favorite?” She asked softly, so eager to know.

“I don’t wanna say”, you whined, looking up at her with a small wince on your face.

“It’s the teeth, isn’t it?” She smirked, able to see that she was right from your expression.

“I don’t know why!” You groaned defensively. “It’s just cute.” Your tone turned into a quiet, little grumble as you brought your hand over your face to hide from her mirthful eyes.

“All I was looking for was something along the lines of tits or ass, but you really went all in”, she teased, hearing you laugh even louder.

“Stop it! It’s supposed to be endearing”, you moaned, chucking your eraser at her to make her stop teasing you. She allowed it to smack her in the arm, the eraser bouncing under the coffee table. “What’s your favorite then?” You asked bitterly, although you could never actually be upset by her.

“I like your neck”, she hummed, rubbing her lips together as she glanced away, remembering just how good it felt to kiss down your throat or suckle the pulse point under your jaw. She loved to smell your neck, your skin often carrying the scent of your perfume that enhanced your own fragrance. She also liked to nuzzle her face into the crook of your neck especially when you were warm and cozy in bed or when she came home from a long day of work and was finally able to sink into your embrace. She thought about gliding her tongue over your throat, a flush of heat rushing to her cheeks at the mental image that made her stomach lurch.

“I thought it’d be ass. You look like an ass girl.” You smirked playfully, deciding to get some payback.

“Well, maybe if you had an ass to like.” Oh, she looked so cocky, your jaw falling open as you gasped at the severity of such accusations.

“You’re gonna regret that.” You shot her a warning look, moving the sketchbook off your lap, Natasha perking up immediately to see if she was going to be granted the permission to move. “Don’t get your hopes up. I’m just gonna get my oil pastels. Sit tight, Nattypoo.” You stood up, allowing your hand to brush over her stomach and chest, avoiding her breasts as you walked past her into your room. She dropped her pose, moving her arms and back a bit to relieve the ache of her muscles, rolling her shoulders to make them relax as a sigh escaped her. You returned with the oil pastels, sitting down and grabbing a couple of shades you thought would work the best. Natasha lifted her arms back up, but you shook your head, glancing up at her. “You can drop the pose. I’m done with the sketch. I’ll just create the color palette quickly and I’m done”, you hummed in concentration, skimming your fingers over the set of crayons.

You studied the shades of the shadows on her body, mixing burnt sienna and yellow ochre together, using richer browns to deepen the color for the darkest parts. You colored in small squares around the sketch, mapping where each color would go. You chose three different shades of brown for her hair, mixing a bit more crimson with burnt sienna to give it an auburn hue. You inched a bit closer to her on the couch, occasionally lifting the sketchbook up to see how good your color matching skills were before going back to mixing your shades.

“Do you have any weird things you like about me?” You asked as the silence seemed to stretch on and on, feeling the need to keep Natasha entertained for just a little longer. You weren’t expecting anything special since your eyes were trained to look at the world through a different lens, but you wanted to know regardless.

“I like the shape of your lips”, she replied, smiling a bit as she looked at your face, itching to touch you.

“I don’t think that’s weird.” You chuckled, glancing at her impossibly green eyes that lingered on you, Natasha observing any details she could find.

“Okay, well how about this? I like the shape of your nails, both fingers and toes”, she offered, immediately making you smile.

“I think that’s a step closer.” The smile lingered on your face as Natasha continued to think of what exactly she liked about you.

“This should do it, I think”, she started with a small smile on her lips. “I like the way your underwear hugs you so perfectly, the way it accentuates your hips and thighs.” Her voice was low, and she spoke in a quiet, intimate way, almost coming off as dreamy. “I love your pelvis. I love everything about it. The shape, the softness of your skin, the space below your navel. You know where the skin is soft and it’s perfect for biting on your way down.” Her lips curved into a knowing smirk. “I love every dip and curve…” She trailed off, her eyes fixed on you in a blank stare as if deep inside her head. You felt warmth pool in said part of your body, a fluttering feeling more than present in your lower abdomen.

“I like your hands a lot. They’re very capable”, she mused, continuing to voice out her thoughts as she watched the way you held seven crayons in one hand as if holding cigarettes, the other hand coloring the paper. “I like you”, she whispered softly, a tender smile on her face.

“I like you too”, you hummed in amusement, Natasha feeling her chest flutter at your words that felt somehow very intimate even though you verbally expressed your love for the other on a regular basis. You looked at her and then you looked at the paper, your eyes moving down to her chest and nipples that were leaning more toward purple than the rosy pink you desired. She looked a little pale, the blush from earlier no longer anywhere in sight. You scooched beside her, dropping the crayons onto the book, your hands cupping her cheeks and pulling her into a heated kiss. Your touch was very passionate and took Natasha by slight surprise, her brain needing a moment to process the situation so she could react accordingly. She leaned forward, taking your advance as a sign that she was allowed to move around more, eager to touch you and feel your warmth against her cold body. You opened your mouth wider, deepening the kiss, suddenly feeling desperate for her, your moans muffled by her lips. You pulled away, trailing hasty kisses down her chest to find her breasts, your crayons rolling off the book before it slid off your lap and thudded to the carpet below.

Natasha gasped at the way your teeth scraped over her nipple, your lips wrapping around the hardened bud firmly, your face pressing into the softness of her breast. You allowed your hands to find her waist, skimming your fingers over the area, squeezing her hips. When you heard the soft purr come deep from her throat you knew you were a goner, your lips pulling away from her now flushed bud that was a gorgeous shade of rose pink, a color that you adored for its depth and nuance. You switched over to the other side, your dominant hand sliding between her parted knees and up to the apex of her thighs.

“You ruined my underwear”, you noted between kisses, your fingertips feeling around the warm fabric that was damp from her arousal. She merely chuckled, trying to press herself closer to your touch.

“Oops.” She smirked, the playful tone causing heat to rush down to the lower half of your body, her teasing eyes telling you she wasn’t sorry in the slightest. You rose back up to her face, capturing her in another searing kiss, not resisting her at all when she started to lean forward, guiding you to lie down on the couch, finally freeing her aching knees from their bent position and crawling over you. “Mm, you’re so hot”, she whispered against your lips, her heavy breath fanning over your chin. “The way you look at me”, she continued, kissing you again, her soft body pressing into your own, your hands caressing her back, really feeling the weight of her on top. Your heart thudded in your chest, your skin growing warm, blood rushing up your neck and down between your legs as her tongue dipped into your mouth. “You’re concentrated, in your own world”, she panted lightly, her hungry mouth moving to your neck, placing open-mouthed kisses to the underside of your jaw, her tongue licking sloppily over your skin. “It’s so sexy”, she groaned, her voice low, giving it a soft rasp. You brought your hands up, cupping her cheeks to bring her face to face with you, a wide, excited grin spreading onto your lips at her words. She rolled her hips against yours, pressing the warmth of her core into your thin leggings as if to show you exactly what you did to her. Your lower body tingled sharply, your hands moving to her round buttocks to pull her closer, a soft grunt falling from your lips.

“Talk about sexy”, you hummed teasingly, smoothing your hands over the perfect roundness of her backside, giving her a proper squeeze, a quiet moan escaping Natasha. She leaned back into a kiss, immediately capturing your lips with her own, moving her hips again to intensify the pressure between her legs.

“We have got to get you out of these damn clothes”, she grumbled, displeased when the collar of your shirt wouldn’t give in anymore than it already was.

“Mm, let me sit up for you”, you chuckled, pulling your lips free from the suction of her mouth. She helped you upright, her hands immediately sliding under your long sleeve shirt, nearly tearing it off your body, a joyous laugh resonating in the living room when she shoved you back down onto the cushions, crawling back enough to pull off your underwear and leggings in one go before removing her ruined panties as well.

Once you were fully bare for her, she climbed back over you, sinking into your body as her lips searched fervently for yours, needy for your touch. You bucked your hips against hers, feeling the way her short hairs brushed over your pelvis, your moan muffled by her mouth as your tongues brushed together, desperate to deepen the kiss. Her rushed breaths puffed against your skin, her warmth and proximity making you feel almost feverish. Your hands were greedy, tugging on her flesh to bring her impossibly close, guiding the movement of her hips as she ground into you. She let out a strangled grunt when she found enough friction, the movement of her body becoming rougher, her sex pressing into your skin. It was all so sudden, so passionate, so wonderfully thrilling that all you could do was take it as it was. She kissed you harder, more desperately, the touch of her lips bruising, teeth biting into your lower lip until it slid out of her grasp. She didn’t give you time to catch your breath before her lips were back on yours again, unable to stay away. You brought your fingers to her folds, coating them in her slick before rubbing them lazily against her. It made Natasha practically shiver on top of you. She let out a hum, drawing her lower lip between her teeth as her eyelids fluttered shut, her reaction to your touch sending a jolt of electricity down your spine. Her lips parted in a soft gasp when your fingers found her entrance, slipping inside with ease. She let out a pleased hum, pushing her hips down on you to bring herself closer to your hand in an attempt to make you go deeper.

“Mmh, fuck”, she moaned, her back arching as she ground down, feeling insatiable, your fingers unable to reach the depths she desired. “More”, she whispered, lifting her hips up enough to easily allow you to add another finger. She was so warm, the heat of her wet core making your stomach lurch as you pumped your fingers in and out, feeling the sensitive skin inside, your fingertips skimming over the roughness of her walls in the exact spots she liked it. Natasha moaned, slowly starting to match the rhythm you had set for her, bouncing lightly on top of you, mind more than focused on the way your fingers rubbed at her entrance with each thrust, the way your palm pressed up against her clit. Your other hand found her waist, sliding up her bare back to bring her down so you could kiss her, but you spoke before your lips connected.

“This is what I want to capture in my art”, you mumbled, finding her lips in a wet, hungry kiss that left Natasha breathless. “This is what I remember when I look at my work”, you whispered between feverish kisses, your lungs burning from the lack of oxygen. You kissed down her neck, pleased to feel her arch her back enough to bring her chest into your reach. You cupped her breast with your free hand, massaging it lightly before bringing your mouth to the soft, inviting skin, your tongue poking out to lick over her nipple.

“All drawings of me are filled with dirty memories”, she chuckled, feeling you smirk against her breast.

“Maybe”, you huffed in amusement, biting down on her flesh a bit teasingly as you curled your fingers inside her. Natasha’s eyes squeezed shut as she muffled a groan.

“No wonder you love ‘em so much”, she mused, struggling to talk as your thumb found her clit.

“I want to taste you”, you murmured against her chest, slowly pulling your fingers out of her, gaining Natasha’s attention immediately. She looked down at you, her face flushed from desire, lips a rough pink that you only ever saw on her during sex. “I want to make you feel good”, you added in a slightly pleading tone, hoping to make up for all the time she had spent posing. Natasha smirked, excited by the change in your tone.

“How much do you want it?” She asked in a mild challenge, setting tone for the intimate moment between you, looking to hear you beg.

“More than anything else”, you assured her, gazing up at her through your lashes. You could see from her face that she was feeling playful that night.

“How… much?” She asked in a low croon as she leaned closer to you, her lips hovering over your own. You knew what she was after, your fuzzy mind unable to do anything but oblige her.

“Please”, you nearly whispered, attempting to connect your lips, but Natasha pulled back.

“What do you want, malyshka?” She asked softly, her tone a little teasing because she knew you struggled voicing out your desires sometimes.

“I want your pussy.” Your tone was mellow, tinted by a hint of shame, your cheeks heating violently at your words.

“What do you want with it?” She continued, your breath feeling shallow as you felt your body push out more slick to smear into the insides of your thighs.

“I want… I want to give you head”, you said hesitantly, trying to go around the matter to avoid the humiliation of actually saying what you wanted.

“And how would you do it?” She hummed, dropping her mouth to the side of your neck, slowly kissing you with firm pressure, her lips sucking on your skin to mark you as she waited for your response.

“How would I give head?” You asked in confusion, feeling her nod against your neck.

“You and I both know what you really want”, she hummed, sinking her teeth into your flesh, biting down enough to make it sting.

“I want to bury my face between your legs”, you whispered breathlessly, your back arching off the cushions the lower her mouth went.

“You can say it, detka”, she chuckled, a sense of encouragement in her slightly demeaning tone.

“I wanna be smothered by you.” You were unable to look her in the eyes, your body on overdrive from arousal. All you wanted was to please her, you wanted her to use you for her own pleasure. You wanted nothing more than to be consumed by her.

“By my what?” She prompted again, earning a little groan from you.

“Your pussy”, you moaned in defeat, her teeth sinking into your shoulder.

“Mm, such a good girl”, she murmured, trailing kisses down your naked chest to find your nipple. She sucked on it harshly, her soft moan muffled by your breast. You felt your chest flutter with pleasure both from her touch as well as her words, your head feeling rather light, spinning with desire. “Are you gonna be good for me?” She asked softly as she pulled away, finding your doting eyes. You nodded, starting to sit up to change your position, but she made you halt. “Are you?” She pressed on, wanting you to use your words.

“Yes, Natasha, the best”, you promised her, Natasha smirking at you knowingly.

“Get on the floor”, she hummed almost dismissively, guiding you to kneel down on the living room carpet before positioning herself to face the back of the couch, her backside level with your face. Her skin was silky smooth, the shade of ivory carrying a hint of warmth as the blood rushed quicker beneath it. She was gorgeous, her skin reminding you of marble, every dip and curve on her body itching to be touched as if you would have been carving a sculpture, molding a piece of clay. She was soft and pliable, flexible, but firm, oh-so unyielding and compelling. You couldn’t have looked away had you tried to. You brought your hands to her hips, immediately pressing your lips down on her toned back, placing soft kisses across the small of her back as your hands smoothed over her hips and the curve of her buttocks. She leaned forward to find some support from the couch backrest so she could relax into your touch, pushing her hips back to give you more than an ample view of her soaked sex.

“Fuck”, you sighed under your breath, your hands smoothing over her perfectly rounded glutes as you took in the sight before you, eyes lingering on her pink folds, the shade deep and rich from stimulation. Natasha felt a flush of warmth go through her as she imagined the look on your face, more than glad to know that you liked what you were seeing. You trailed your lips down to her backside, leaving behind wet, open-mouthed kisses until you reached her buttocks, massaging them with your hands, spreading her open for you. “You look so perfect”, you murmured, bringing your mouth back down on her, biting the fullness of her curves to truly feel her in every way possible, a slight hiss coming from Natasha. “I should paint you from this angle.” It wasn’t entirely a joke despite the hint of humor in your tone, your eyes roaming all over the arch of her back and the way her muscles undulated beneath her pale skin as you slowly inched your mouth closer to her sex. You could practically feel her warmth against your face, smell her scent, her wetness more than inviting, her throbbing body begging you to touch her. Natasha’s breath hitched, her response threatening to die down in her throat from the level of anticipation she felt.

“Good luck trying not to get distracted”, she scoffed after composing herself, parting her knees a bit wider and tilting her pelvis to give you better access. You chuckled at her words, unable to hold yourself off for any longer. You wanted her so badly, so badly your entire body was buzzing. You gripped her hips, pulling her cheeks apart to spread her open for you, your mouth finding her warmth on its own. You licked up the arousal that was gathered at her entrance, your tongue pressing into her with firm pressure, hands pulling her closer to your face. You heard Natasha grunt, clearly swallowing down her moan as she gripped the couch cushions hard enough to hurt them. The sound made you smile against her, forcing you to pull away a bit to gather yourself, your smile only widening when Natasha pushed back, searching for your touch.

“Patience”, you said teasingly, Natasha whipping her head around to look at you, giving you a warning look that quickly turned into an amused one.

“Yeah, uh-huh.” It was mocking. You both knew who was in control. She straightened herself slightly more upright to be able to reach you better, her hand sliding to the back of your head, gently pulling you back between her legs. You let out a small laugh, Natasha’s eyes rolling to the back of her head from the vibration. You opened your mouth wide, lapping at her core with enthusiasm, her hand remaining at the back of your head to make sure you stayed where she wanted you. It made you giddy, so unbelievably excited, your abdomen swarming with fresh butterflies, the apex of your thighs throbbing with want as you coated your face with her arousal. You nuzzled into her scent, working your tongue against her just the way she liked it, Natasha’s hips starting to push back to meet the rhythm of the pressure and friction you were providing her, clearly searching for more. You let out a small moan, trying to press yourself even closer to her, licking a wide stripe up her sex, but you knew it wouldn’t be enough, your lips finding her clit, wrapping around the nerves in a firm suction. Natasha let out a low moan, the kind that groped the very bottom of your stomach, a jolt of thrill going through you as her grip tightened at the back of your head. She ground down on your face, searching for more pressure, quiet panting coming from her, her back arching as much as her body would allow it to, muscles starting to cramp in anticipation, but just when you thought you had brought her to the edge, she pulled away from you, letting go of you. She turned sideways on the couch, her flushed face coming into your view, cheeks dusted a sheer shade of rose, lips as pink as they could get. Now that was something for you to paint.

“Come, krasotka, I want to sit on that pretty face of yours”, she said softly between labored exhales, her hand reaching for your arm to guide you to lie down on the couch for her. “I want to see you when I come.” You tried to hide your smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth and the burst of excitement consuming your chest, but you failed, grinning like a fool as you climbed onto the couch, sliding beneath Natasha as she encased your head with her knees. She leaned back a bit, sitting down onto your chest, her left hand coming up to your face, brushing aside some of your hair before caressing your face affectionately. “Such a gorgeous girl I got”, she hummed, obsessed with the admiring look in your eyes, your hands smoothing up her thighs, caressing her hips and waist rather automatically. “So pretty.” Her voice was nothing but a quiet croon, a pleased smirk finding her lips when she felt you attempt to tug her closer to you. She loved how eager you were, how devoted you were to the craft. “And apparently impatient too.” She let out a soft chuckle, warmth filling her chest at the shy smile on your face. “You wanna make me come?” She asked in that low voice of hers, still caressing your features with her fingertips.

“Mhm, please.” Was all you managed to get out, giving her hips another tug.

“What was that?” She was jeering, looking to have a bit of fun with you before she would begin to lose her composure to the throbbing pleasure between her legs.

“Please, Natasha.”

“Please what, darling?” She wiped her thumb across the curve of your lower lip, smiling softly.

“Let me make you come.” You tugged at her hips again, the mere sight of her above you making your heart race unbearably fast. “Please, Natasha.” Her smile widened.

“Come where?” Oh, what a little shit. You almost wanted to groan from frustration.

“Come on my face.” She acquired a pleased look onto her face, yet she still feigned her uncertainty and made it seem like she was mulling the matter over in her head. Your nails dug into the flesh of her hips when you felt her arousal wet the skin on your chest. You felt dizzy from desire, impatient and restless. You were so hungry for her, the longing pull in your chest becoming unbearable. “Please, Natasha. Let me make you come on my face.” Her smile turned into a pleased grin.

“I knew you had it in you. I’m no mind reader”, she reminded you. The smug look on her face was not helping you with your predicament in the slightest. She was pushing all the right buttons to turn you into a whiny, miserable, yet desire-crazed mess. “Go ahead, baby.” She chuckled at your enthusiasm as she lowered herself onto your face, your mouth opening automatically for her. Natasha’s thighs trembled slightly as she held herself up to avoid being too rough, her body throbbing with the need to grind down on your velvety tongue, eager to chase after her postponed orgasm. She sighed in relief when you kissed her sloppily, your lips sucking softly on her sensitive skin, your tongue only barely brushing over her clit before you opened your mouth again to fit as much of her into your mouth as possible, burying yourself into her warmth. Natasha’s back arched, hips rolling against your tongue, a small whimper falling from her lips at how incredibly satisfying it felt to be touched, her hand finding the couch backrest again for some support. You could tell she was trying to be careful, keeping most of her weight off you, nearly hovering over you, but you knew you could take her, and she knew too, she simply needed to be reminded of that. You smoothed your hands up her thighs, caressing her gently as you swirled your tongue over her folds, rapidly building her pleasure back up to its peak. You gripped her hips rather roughly, hugging her lower half as you yanked her whole body weight down on you, Natasha gasping at the increase in pressure, her eyes fluttering open to see you, finding you looking up at her with encouragement and adoration. Her stomach lurched at the sight of you eating her out like you were starved, her composure starting to waver the closer she got to her high.

“Not too rough, is it?” She asked you, out of breath, your wandering hands making it harder for her to concentrate as they trailed up her middle, cupping her full breasts.

“No”, you mumbled incoherently, Natasha hissing at the sensation, her hips jerking forward on their own. She couldn’t hold herself off for any longer, giving into the inviting warmth of your mouth, allowing your hands to guide the movement of her hips as she rode your face. The way her lithe body rolled against you reminded you of ocean waves, her breasts bouncing enticingly with each jolt of her hips. Your jaw was growing tired, your tongue feeling thick in your mouth, but you were determined enough to get her off to keep going. You couldn’t breathe properly, but you barely even noticed, mesmerized by her quiet, desperate moans and her sculpture-like body that only seemed to look even better from your angle that accentuated her curves. The brief idea of making a miniature sculpture of her entered your mind, your wandering hands already memorizing the way her body felt beneath your touch.

“F-fuck”, Natasha moaned, the sound coming out reserved, like she hadn’t quite been able to contain it. She spread her knees wider, smothering your face with her sex, gasping for air as her clit pressed against your nose time and time again, her tense hips snapping erratically into your mouth, her orgasm reaching her with such intensity she could do nothing but tremble. She tried to swallow down the high-pitched whines that pushed up her throat, but they slipped out with each hasty exhale she let out, waves of pleasure crashing through her. You could feel her core pulse against your mouth, her body pushing out more of her arousal to smear over your sticky face. You conformed into the movements of her body, your hands on her waist, holding her gently as she used your mouth to prolong her pleasure.

She let out a long groan when the pleasure finally subsided, turning into a soft buzz that made her body relax as the warmth settled into her muscles and made her want to sink right into your embrace. Her eyes met yours, gaze hazy from the euphoria she had just experienced, her mind fuzzy, longing for your attention. You licked up her folds gently, earning a sigh from Natasha as she slowly eased her weight off your face and lay down on her back over your body, unable to support herself for any longer. The room was filled with your labored exhales as you both caught your breaths, collecting yourselves to be able to speak and move again. Her odd position and the quiet, unanimous puffing made you chuckle, your head lifting off the cushions to reach the apex of her thighs. You kissed her sex gently, moving your mouth to her inner thigh, biting her lightly before suckling the soft flesh hard enough to leave a mark, your fingertips smoothing over her body in a soothing caress, going up her sides and to her chest, your arms eventually wrapping around her lower half in a hug.

“Fuck me”, Natasha sighed in exhaustion, carefully sitting back up and climbing off your body. Her comment made you laugh, an intense blush creeping up your neck to warm your cheeks. You loved it when she was impressed with you, whenever you managed to please her exceptionally well. Natasha looked down at you as you slowly sat up, her lips pursing slightly as she fought the smile on her face, her stomach doing a flip from seeing your flushed appearance.

“You took me so well, detka.” Her tone was praising, her hands automatically fixing up your hair a bit in a caring gesture. She sat down beside you, her hand cupping your cheek to bring you closer, so she could plant her lips on yours. Your knees opened to the sides to allow her closer to you as she deepened the kiss, her lips parting. “Mmh, you’re such a good girl”, she whispered against your lips, the touch of her hands so delicate on your face. You could do nothing but smile, your heart fluttering from the praise you received. She held you close for a moment longer before pulling away, reaching down to the floor to find her shirt, bringing it up to wipe your face clean from the mixture of saliva and come that lingered on your skin. It made you chuckle, a bright smile finding Natasha’s lips. “You’re so beautiful”, she hummed, holding you almost delicately, a stark contrast to the way she had fucked your face just a moment ago. You actually felt a bit sore, but you didn’t mind it in the slightest because the way she looked at you made your head fuzzy from affection as well as lust.

“So are you”, you hummed with a small smirk on your face. “I got inspired again”, you chuckled, Natasha’s brow arching in curiosity, waiting for you to elaborate. “I want to make a sculpture of you.”

“A sculpture?”

“Yes. You’re my muse”, you said playfully, Natasha looking away to hide the small grin on her lips. “I want you in every single piece of art I make”, you hummed, Natasha’s eyes finding your own.

“You’re incredible”, she praised, her hand finding your waist, sliding down to the top of your thigh, stroking the smooth skin there idly, itching to dip her fingers down between your legs.

“Will you pose for me again?” You asked her softly, even though you knew that she would. You didn’t even have to ask.

“Oh, there’s no doubt about that”, she chuckled lowly. “I could never refuse this kind of treatment”, she mused brightly, noticing your hips shift a bit as you tried to ignore the ache in your lower abdomen. Your eyes dropped down to your lap as Natasha’s hand moved to your damp inner thigh to feel the wetness that you had smeared all over yourself by squeezing your thighs together. She gave you a look, a knowing smirk donning her lips. “I think it’s time you get some attention yourself”, Natasha hummed in a low, sensual tone, leaning closer to your ear, kissing your neck gently. “What does my pretty baby want?” She whispered, shivers going down your spine as your forearms broke out in goosebumps. “You can ask for anything at all.” All you got out was a quiet moan, your body feeling so heavy. You just wanted closer to her, you wanted to feel her lips on your neck, you wanted her to mark you, to make sure everyone knew that you were hers. It was ridiculous. You were so far gone, and she hadn’t even touched you. She kissed down your neck, her tongue poking out to caress your skin as she placed open-mouthed kisses over the column of your throat and the underside of your jaw, occasionally nipping you. “What do you want?” She asked again between kisses, moving closer to your mouth. You couldn’t speak, far too focused on her plump lips that finally reached your own. Your moan was muffled by her mouth, your hand searching for hers, guiding it between your legs.

You desperately needed to find relief from the relentless pressure that was making you almost feverish with want. You kissed her harder, brushing your tongue against her own, Natasha opening her mouth wider to deepen the kiss. Her right hand rose up to your neck, fingertips mindlessly caressing the sensitive skin there before her hand found purchase on the side of your neck, thumb stroking softly over the column of your throat. It made your head spin, Natasha swallowing each small, airy moan you let out, her left hand tracing the shape of your folds languidly. Your hips jerked slightly when she tapped your clit with faint pressure, your hands coming up to cup her cheeks, pulling her closer to you, Natasha finding herself back on top of you in no time as you slumped down onto the cushions. She let out a small chuckle, pleased to feel your bare skin against her own as she settled over you, her hips pressing her hand against your core, offering you enough pressure to make you dizzy. She leaned back in to kiss you, the movement of her mouth slow and sensual, her wet tongue brushing only briefly over your lips before she sucked on your top lip delicately. Her breath was sweet and warm, her scent still heavy on your lips and chin, a waft of her perfume mixing with the smell of her arousal. You allowed your hands to sink into her loose curls, tousling up her hair as your fingers scratched gently over her scalp. You couldn’t get enough of her, your body screaming for more of her attention.

Your hips bucked up, searching for her hand, your walls fluttering expectantly. You couldn’t take any more teasing, any more kissing. You needed relief from the numbing tingle in your lower body, your dominant hand leaving her hair to find her hand. Natasha eased herself off your body a bit, her arm braced against the couch cushions to put a few inches between your bodies, allowing you to guide her hand where you wanted it. Arousal shot through you like a bolt of lightning as you took in her flexed abs and the tensed muscles of her shoulder and arm, your mind so incredibly greedy for her. She was too beautiful, too attractive, prompting you to forget about your own pleasure, your hands caressing her waist before rounding to her back and sliding up, feeling the impressive muscles there.

“What?” Natasha asked quietly, a small smirk on her face as she tried to decipher what was going on in your mind.

“You’re so sexy, mesmerizing really”, you whispered, grinning up at her, Natasha rolling her eyes. “Mmh, how are you so attractive?” You moaned, caressing her body, your hands sliding down her front. “I’m obsessed”, you admitted, Natasha chuckling softly.

“I know you are, malyshka”, she crooned, thinking back to all the paintings and drawings you had of her. It was rather obvious to her and everyone else just how obsessed you were with her. You scrunched your nose in mild embarrassment, but the expression was wiped away from your face the second you felt her fingers press over your clit. Your eyes fluttered shut as your chin tilted up, Natasha taking the opportunity to press kisses on your jaw and neck. “You’re so wet. Oh, wow”, she chuckled, her fingers slipping inside in one go. The sensation made you gasp, your hips shifting restlessly, begging for her to move, but she pulled out completely instead, bringing her soaked fingers between you. “Almost too wet”, she smirked teasingly, licking up the slick that clung to her digits. “Fuck”, she whispered, unable to hide her smirk. “This might get messy”, she mused, warmth flushing your cheeks as you took in the sight of Natasha sucking on the tip of her index finger like you were the most delicious delicacy she had been graced with.

“Oh, we shouldn’t be on the couch”, you lamented halfheartedly, Natasha smirking brightly.

“Fuck the couch”, she murmured, kissing down to your breasts as she slowly pulled away from you, kneeling down between your parted thighs. You giggled at her comment, adjusting your position on the cushions, finding a pillow for your head. Natasha grabbed the pair of sweats off the floor, placing the fabric beneath your hips to protect the couch, despite her initial indifference.

“I love you”, you whispered playfully, touched by the fact that she knew you well enough not to mess up your perfect couch.

“I love you too”, she hummed, pressing a kiss on your knee, her gaze dropping down to your glistening sex, hand moving between your legs on its own accord. She bit your thigh gently, her thumb caressing your folds, clearly appreciating how beautiful you looked splayed out for her. You felt your walls clench, the cool air of the living room offering some relief to your heated skin, but it wasn’t enough. She rubbed slow circles over your clit, a soft whine coming from you purely out of desperation. You needed so much more than the gentle touch of her thumb. You tried to press yourself closer to her, wiggling your hips a bit, but it offered you no relief. You grabbed her hand, appreciative of the muscles and veins of her forearm, biting down on your lower lip as you watched the way the blue and green veins bulged out the slightest bit. You guided her fingers to your entrance, Natasha’s gaze shifting automatically to see your face as she slowly slid her fingers inside, filling you up. Your mouth parted in a silent gasp, your eyelids fluttering shut, the grip on her wrist tightening as you immediately started to pump her hand into you, so desperate for more stimulation. She kissed your knee again, clearly missing your lips as she curled her fingers inside you, feeling around your sensitive walls, any movement of her hand causing a jolt of pure lust to go through you. You needed more.

As if fully aware of the thoughts flying inside your head, Natasha brought her thumb to your clit, pressing down on it as she began to move her hand a bit more. She leaned over your body, kissing your lips before going down your neck, her fingers going as deep as they could. Your eyes closed at the pleasure that stirred inside you, hips bucking into her hand impatiently as you tried your best to focus on the way her perfect lips kissed down your collarbones and found your breasts, sucking on the silky flesh before finding your sensitive nipple. The touch of her mouth was much more gentle, slow and sensual, whereas her hand was growing rougher by the second. You heard the loud squelching you were making but you didn’t care, the sound only spurring your arousal on. Your body was so heated, on such overdrive that you felt helpless.

“Natasha”, you moaned quietly, feeling like you were going to burst if she didn’t fuck you harder. She only smiled against your breast, opening her mouth again, her teeth sinking into flesh in a gentle bite. It made your mind blank, your clit throbbing with the need to be touched properly.

“Say it again”, she murmured, her tongue licking over the swell of your breast. She let out a small moan, her left hand stilling as she poured all her focus on the softness of your heaving chest.

“Natasha”, you whined, the sound of your pleading voice making Natasha’s head spin. You groaned quietly, squirming beneath her. “Please.” You moved your hand back between your legs, starting to rub hasty circles over your clit to make the unbearable burn more manageable. She tutted you softly, pulling away from your perfect breasts.

“Let me”, she hummed, kissing down your abdomen, her teeth dragging over the space below your navel, placing gentle bites here and there whenever she couldn’t resist it. Her warm mouth moved across your heated skin and down to the apex of your thighs. You took in a ragged breath when her lips peppered firm, wet kisses over your pubic bone, her teeth scraping over the sensitive area before she finally replaced your fingers with her plump lips. You could have cried from relief, her tongue massaging your clit without any further teasing. The air left your lungs as she moved her left hand inside you, setting a steady pace that would build up your release in no time. You were burning up, your lungs feeling weak with each hasty exhale you let out, a moan escaping you here and there, your head feeling light and airy in the midst of all the pleasure you were feeling.

“Natasha”, you panted, trying your best to communicate to her that you needed her to bring you over the edge or you were going to lose it. Your hand found her left one, your nails sinking into her wrist as you tried to make her go fast, go harder. You let out a deeper moan, a real one, allowing yourself to let go for just a second to hopefully appeal to Natasha’s generous side. You knew she couldn’t resist you, not when you sounded like you were falling apart, like you wanted nothing but her attention, and her attention only. “Oh, Nat-” You moaned in desperation, your back arching, her mouth remaining relentlessly on your sensitive sex. You wouldn’t be able to take it for a second longer. You yearned for her. You needed her to push you over the edge. You needed her so badly. “Mmh, please”, you whimpered, feeling Natasha lose her composure for a moment, her mouth twitching slightly in a smile that threatened to overtake her entire face.

She took a brief moment to rub her lips together, adjusting the angle of her head before bringing her mouth back down to your core, suckling your flesh, flicking her tongue roughly over your clit, the stimulus hitting every single nerve in your body with such intensity you could do nothing but conform to her touch, your back arching, hips bucking into her hand and mouth. Your muscles cramped, toes curling from pleasure, hands searching for something to grip to contain the intensity of what you felt. You couldn’t hear, you couldn’t see, you could only feel. She was everywhere. The coil in your lower abdomen only tightened, becoming unbearable in the matter of a couple seconds, your body hot and sweaty, more than ready for release, and then it hit you full force, the pressure releasing in a sudden orgasm that finally allowed your body to relax. Your walls clamped down on Natasha’s fingers, making sure she stayed inside you as your body writhed in pleasure, waves of warmth swallowing you from head to toe. You held your breath, focusing every ounce of your attention on your orgasm, your release more than satisfactory, especially because it was a result of Natasha’s efforts. She pulled her fingers out of you as gently as she had put them in, flattening her tongue over your folds as she cleaned up the excessive amount of slick your body was producing. You heard and felt her chuckle, the sensation making your body jolt. You responded to it with a small huff, your eyes remaining shut as you reveled in the comfort of your release, feeling your body sink into the softness of the couch, your arms welcoming Natasha into your embrace on their own accord. You got your face full of her hair, its scent hitting your nose in the most intoxicating way, a smile spreading onto your lips. You inhaled the sweet smell, heady with its familiarity and safety. You hugged her close to your chest, overwhelmed by everything that you were feeling, Natasha snuggling into your breasts, pleased to be pressed up against you.

“You’re mmh-” Natasha moaned, pressing her mouth on the side of your breast, kissing the soft skin repeatedly.

“I’m what?” You chuckled, running your fingers lightly down her back.

“Everything”, she hummed, licking a nipple into her mouth. Her words made you smile, eyes fluttering shut at the warmth of her tongue. You turned to your side, sliding Natasha beside you so you would be able to see her face as you cuddled. She looked up at you, smiling softly, her cheeks tinted a soft red, eyes green and bright, as always. You couldn’t pull your gaze off her, your heart squeezing from just how beautiful she was, your smile widening into an excited grin. Sometimes you couldn’t believe that she was yours. She leaned up onto her elbow to be able to kiss you, her sex-swollen lips finding your own. They were so perfectly rosy, so plump, so easy to get lost in. You parted your lips to deepen the kiss, feeling her tongue brush against your own languidly. It was a comforting kind of kiss, one that filled you with love and affection instead of lust and passion.

“I could look at you forever”, you whispered once she pulled away, her eyes flicking between your own for a moment before she leaned down again to place a gentle peck on your lips. You both fell silent after that, the warmth and glow of sex lingering between you, Natasha’s soft body pressed into yours as she caressed your face idly, observing every arch and curve of your features.

“I wish I knew how to paint this”, Natasha whispered, brushing her fingers down the side of your face, wiping away a couple of rogue hairs.

“What?”

“This feeling, you, your face”, she hummed softly, her thumb caressing your lips, eyes fixed on their roundness, enticed by the depth of their color.

“You can”, you assured her, Natasha huffing through her nose.

“I can’t even draw”, she protested, earning a small chuckle from you.

“You don’t need to be able to draw”, you reminded her gently. “You can just use colors, make it abstract”, you explained, looking up at her with a small smile.

“But it won’t capture your beauty”, she said quietly, mildly upset that she wasn’t able to create the way you did.

“Anything you make will be beautiful”, you reasoned, moving your head enough to be able to reach her hand and give it a kiss.

“You’re just saying”, she grumbled with a little pout.

“No. I’m serious. Maybe we should try it out. I know you’ve got an artist in you”, you said teasingly, tickling her side gently, making her smile a shy, little smile.

“You’re so beautiful.” She had a reverent look in her eyes. “I would only ruin your beauty”, she lamented, her fingers never leaving your facial features, finding different ways to caress and pet you. “I ruin things”, she whispered almost silently, halfheartedly, her words nothing but a breath in the stillness of the living room.

“Impossible”, you countered just as softly. “Every piece of art I’ve made has been infinitely better with you involved.” Natasha smiled at that. “You make my world turn, and all that crap.”

“Is that so?” She acquired a bit of humor into her demeanor, amused by your wording.

“Absolutely.” You looked up at her, holding her gaze for a few heartbeats, both of you fully present in the moment. “I mean it, Natasha. You don’t even know how much I mean it.” Her arms tightened around you to make sure you were secure in her embrace. She nuzzled her face into your neck, searching for the warmth of your skin.

“I may not know it, but I feel it.” Her voice was so delicate that it made your heart ache as you held her close, kissing any part of her you could reach, until her skin simply wasn’t enough, your lips craving her own.

“I want kisses”, you mumbled, pulling back, very aware of the tears in your eyes but you didn’t care if she saw them because you felt so safe. She smiled up at you, welcoming you down to kiss her perfect lips. You pecked them once, pulling back to see her face before kissing her firmly again. You loved the feel of her soft lips, the squelch of your mouths, the way your chests pressed together. You loved her. You were obsessed with her, with her soul, her body, her mind. You kissed her again, unable to hide your smile. She held your face so delicately, responding to each and every one of your kisses. You kissed her maybe twenty times. Maybe more. Maybe a hundred times and when you had kissed her for what you thought was the final time, she pulled you back in for another silly, little peck.

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