2016
New Avengers Facility
A week before the Lagos mission
The funny thing about them (although Clint didn't find it funny at all) was that they turned out to be so incredibly touchy. So unapologetically physical.
The cliché should have been them being their usual taciturn and reserved selves, trying to keep their cold facades up even for each other, at least whilst they were in the company of others. Pretending they were not involved even when everybody knew, stealing glances in meetings and discreetly sneaking out of parties.
But, surprisingly, that was not the case.
Barton should've understood the message behind their little stunt in the HQ hall (to call it little would be the understatement of the millennium, however, considering their public make out session was the fuel of never ending gossip, something that had reached safe-houses and international delegations and even deep-shadow undercover teams all across the world, often blatantly exaggerated: "Hey, did you hear? Commander Hill and the Black Widow had sex in public at an Avengers facility. They broke a security arc using it as a swing!")
And again, surprisingly, they didn't care.
In return, Clint Barton was mortified.
He complained about it constantly. Never to their faces, of course. He just liked to vent with the rest of the team.
So Barton, Rogers, Maximoff, Wilson and Romanoff were returning to base from a five weeks long mission, hunting down Brock Rumlow across the globe. At least, this time they didn't come back empty-handed and they had a promising lead, Nigeria was the next location they needed to investigate but they had agreed to brief Fury first.
Besides, Clint missed his family, Wanda needed to rest, Steve had to check some leads on the Winter Soldier and Natasha… well, Natasha had been nothing but professional and competent through and through. But the whole team knew that it was better to leave her alone on the fly back home, because she usually was on edge, dying to see Maria. Not that she would ever admit it.
And since Nat was napping or pretending to nap, Clint took the opportunity to complain very loudly, with a sleepy Wanda curled up in a blanket on the co-pilot seat and Steve and Sam standing behind them in the cockpit.
"I mean, Nat's Mother Russia's deadliest weapon and Hill, well, she's supposed to be the female Nick Fury, for fuck's sake! Why the hell do they have to act like horny teenagers around each other? And more importantly, why do they have to do it when I'm around?"
Steve chuckled softly.
"You know that the more uncomfortable you say it makes you, the more they'll keep doing it, right?"
That only fuelled Clint's frustration.
"But why? Why, God, why? I would've expected them to be all tough and moody and ignore each other in public but they're… they're saps!"
Wanda stretched out in her seat.
"I think it's cute. You would expect them to behave differently, yes, and yet… it's heartwarming. When they hold hands, when they stand close together… it's nice. I think they just need to feel each other, to make sure the other is there," the young Avenger paused for a moment, and then her voice turned sad. "I can understand," she said finally, her eyes lost in the sky before them, her accent heavier than usual.
Steve looked at her with sympathy.
"Life's too short to contain ourselves," the Captain said dedicating her a knowing look.
Sam and Clint were oblivious to the exchange, but Wilson agreed all the same.
"Yeah, man. Life's too short."
Clint just shrugged never taking his eyes away from the sky.
"I know that. And I'm happy for them… I mean," Clint swallowed and then struggled to find the right words. "Tasha's never been this… relaxed. But she's like a little sister to me and they can't get their hands off each other and you would think they'd calm down by now, but noooo, they've been going out for how long? A year? And they're still in that honeymoon phase where you can feel the electricity between them when they're in the same room and God, all I'm saying is that it's so awkward!"
Steve shook his head and patted Clint's shoulder.
"It seems to me that you're the only one with a problem here, pal."
"You're jealous, dude," Sam added matter-of-factly.
Clint's voice went high like a rocket.
"No, I'm not!"
Wanda looked at Barton with a bit of amusement but kindness in her eyes, "Natasha is with Maria all the time now and you get bored, she stole your best friend, of course you are jealous."
Clint's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets, and for the first time in the long way back home, he was speechless.
Sam, Steve and Wanda laughed gently, trying not to make more than the necessary fun of Clint. Wilson crossed his arms over his chest and pursed his lips, cutting Barton some slack.
"It's ok, buddy, we feel ya. You can join Steve and me for bowling night if you want to. I know we might not fill the gap left by your poker games with Tasha, but it will certainly be better for your pocket."
And of course the Black Widow had to sneak up on them in that precise moment.
"Hey, are you guys talking about me?"
Wanda was the only one who didn't grab their chest trying to suppress a heart-attack. Clint, Steve, and Sam responded in unison, "No."
Natasha looked between them, finally landing her gaze on a smiling Wanda, who just shrugged her shoulders and winked at her.
"Ok. That wasn't suspicious at all," Natasha said quickly, but she really had come up to the cockpit to ask something else, "So, uh, hey, Clint–"
Her best friend knew exactly why she was there. He waved a hand in the air, anxiously dismissing her.
"I know, I know. We'll land in five, you'll be fondling your girlfriend in no time."
Natasha frowned but her voice was calm as usual. Calmer, even, and there was a hint of amusement to it.
"Don't call her that."
Clint tried to look over his shoulder.
"What do you want me to call her, then? Mrs. Romanoff? My sister-in-law?"
Natasha shrugged, unworried.
"She's got a name."
Barton looked back to his control panels.
"Yeah, but that doesn't make you blush."
Natasha scoffed. "You wish," then, a playful smile appeared on the redhead's face as she turned on her heel, "but seriously, Maria? Not my girlfriend," she added with her back to the group, already leaving the cockpit.
Clint called out behind her, a little pissed that he couldn't chase after Natasha to annoy the crap out of her.
"If you two are not girlfriends then I'm Hydra and my birth name used to be Goebbels, you beautiful Russian asshole!"
Steve shook his head, smiling, and turned around to get ready for landing. Sam laughed out loud and followed Steve. Clint was trying to see if Nat had reacted to what he'd said, unable to locate her despite the rear-view mirror he had installed in the cockpit to make sure the Avengers behaved. He had the same one in his truck to watch over Cooper and Lila.
"Is she giving me the finger? I can't see. Is she?"
Wanda chuckled.
"Of course she's giving you the finger."
Clint cleared his throat and nodded, happily.
"Good, good. That's good."
When the Quinjet landed on base and its ramp opened, Natasha was the first one out. She always was.
She smirked contently as she saw Maria among the many agents waiting for them. The commander had a stoic look on her face, but it relaxed the moment her eyes met Natasha's. She was dressed in workout gear and sweating all over, but that didn't stop Natasha from running towards her, though some could argue it seemed more like skipping (not that anyone, ever, would tell that to Natasha's face). Without even saying a word, she jumped to Maria's arms, climbing her as if she was a tower. Maria caught her mid-air and helped the redhead lock her legs around her waist. Natasha put her arms around Maria's neck, the brunette's hands clutching her thighs. They kissed, ignoring everyone around them as Clint muttered to himself, agents found very interesting things to look at in their shoes and Sam yelled at them to get a room.
The reunions always played out like that. It didn't matter if it was after five weeks or five days.
And they'd always stand there, looking into each other's eyes, Natasha straddling Maria and Maria holding her in strong arms until it'd be just the two of them in the heliport.
And the words would be said after the kiss, and they always would come out in soft whispers, with their foreheads touching, Natasha's hand caressing the skin behind Maria's ear, the Russian slipping out of Natasha's mouth without even thinking, her voice always raspier than usual.
"Привет, красивая." (Hello, gorgeous.)
"Hi, stranger."
"I've missed you."
"Yeah, me too, Nat."
Maria put her down gently, with the petite spy still clutching to her bare arms.
"I just finished training with Vision…" Maria began, apologetically, "I need to hit the shower and you have to check in with medical. I'll see you in half an hour, ok?"
Natasha pouted and made use of her infamous puppy eyes, that could melt Maria's resolution in a nanosecond, "Maria, please."
Maria shook her head and took a step backwards, trying to gently pull away from Natasha's arms.
"Nat, I stink…"
But the hold only got tighter. Natasha hugged her with incredible strength and literally inhaled her, fondling her nose against Maria's skin from the clavicle up to her jaw. "You smell delicious, Commander…" Natasha declared after her little attack. Then, her voice turned low and seductive, "besides, you're going to be sweating again in minutes, you'd just be wasting water."
Maria opened her mouth to protest, but a finger alighted in her lips.
"Take me to bed, Masha. Now."
There was nothing else to say, but to confirm the command, so Maria dust off her Russian as she swept the other woman off her feet to carry her to their quarters, bridal style, Natasha giggling like a child.
"Да, мэм." (Yes, ma'am.)
Approximately two hours and five orgasms later, they lay naked in bed. Natasha's long hair was a mess. Maria's wasn't much better, but her hair, being shorter, still looked half-decent. One pillow was on the floor beside scattered clothes, the other under Natasha's head, and the sheets were balled up at their feet. The room felt warm and the air was charged with the smell of sweat, sex and lavender candles. They enjoyed the silence together, both of them looking up to the ceiling, their bodies touching lightly, side by side.
"I really need to ask Fury to send us on longer missions," Natasha said out of the blue.
"What?"
"It'll be worth it if we have sex like this each time I come back."
Maria's laughter echoed through the room, infecting Natasha.
"Nat, you're a perv."
"I know. And you love it."
"Please never change, baby."
Maria turned to plant a kiss to Natasha's bare shoulder, who happily hummed in response. Maria rested her head on her hand, dreamily regarding Natasha. With her free hand, she slid her palm over the redhead's breastbone, resting it above her heart. Natasha relaxed under her touch, and Maria was tempted to stay silent and let her rest but… she'd been postponing this conversation for far too long.
"So, uh, listen, I need to tell you something."
Maria hated the way her voice sounded so nervous. Natasha opened her eyes immediately, looking rather intrigued and just slightly scared.
"All right," was the only thing the redhead said, cautiously.
Maria was fixated on her hand, making little circles over Natasha's skin.
"Fury has asked me to go on a trip with him," this time, the brunette's voice sounded steadier, but still vulnerable.
Natasha smiled, trying to disguise her own insecurity.
"Are we talking about a weekend-at-Disney-World kind of trip or a super secret one?"
"You know if we were going to Disney World, I'd insist on taking you with me."
"You better."
They fell silent, none of them knowing what to say next. As if looking for some comfort to fight the uneasy feeling that had settled in her stomach, Natasha caught Maria's free hand in hers and intertwined their fingers, looking at their hands and avoiding Maria's eyes.
"So… do you know for how long?", the redhead asked, in a poor attempt at casualness.
"I don't but… I haven't said yes." There was a rather unusual pause on Maria's side. "Not yet," she added.
This time, Natasha couldn't help the urge to look at Maria, puzzled by her choice of words. Maria sighed, and sensing the question in Natasha's frown, she tried to explain herself.
"I asked him to… uh… I thought I might discuss it with you, first."
Natasha didn't feel the need to point out how Maria could do anything she wanted without consulting her because they were independent beings and they didn't owe each other anything and blah blah blah. They were past beyond that point, thankfully. Instead, she considered Maria's words, carefully, and said the obvious thing that came to mind.
"But Nick… he's… your Nick."
Maria cracked a bittersweet smile at that.
"Yeah."
Natasha went back to playing with Maria's fingers, mostly to keep them away from her chest – she was afraid that Maria would feel through her skin the rapid beating of her heart.
"You have a Nick, I have a Clint and a Steve…" Natasha sighed, "these silly, noble men we adore that keep dragging us to their silly, stupid wars…" Maria's hand went up to caress her cheek, and Natasha looked at her, a mixture of pride and sadness in her eyes. "You know I don't need the details. If you think it's the right thing to do, you have my blessing. I can't ask you to stay when I'm hunting down Hydra all over the world. It wouldn't be fair."
It was bold of her to think so, but at this point, Maria thought she was the person that knew Natasha best in the whole wide world. She could see through her 'I only act like I know everything' act, through her emotional walls, rooted so strongly in the back of her mind that some could think she was born that way, that her coldness and her calibrated responses were natural to her.
But Maria knew better.
The real Natasha was a woman who liked to be held through horror movies even though they made her laugh out loud, who cried silently through dramatic films that involved children or animals, who could be moved to tears by Anna Netrebko's voice singing an aria from a Tchaikovsky's opera but also sing her heart out with a Britney Spears 90's hit song. The real Natasha had nightmares, and sometimes, she said out loud the names of the girls that were with her in the Red Room, the ones that never made it. The real Natasha danced to pop tunes with ballet moves when she couldn't persuade Maria to take a break and not work herself to exhaustion; a pas de chat or a grand jeté or a soubresaut to Whitney Houston's I wanna dance with somebody or Queen's I want to break free with Maria watching from her desk, laughing to tears. The real Natasha had confessed one night, almost casually, naked in Maria's bed, that she never had had an orgasm with a man, and that the Red Room had succeeded so efficiently in engraving in her brain that sex was just another tool, a skill to achieve a higher goal, that she considered her vagina another muscle she had to train with pelvic floor exercises, dildos and Ben Wa balls, the same way she trained her arms and legs to be one with any weapon. Maria wasn't taken aback or scandalized by this. Instead, she told her how she always knew she liked girls, she told her about her first time, her first disappointment, the 'don't ask, don't tell' times in the Marines… The real Natasha was the woman who experimented the joy of multiple orgasms that same night, for the first time in her life, and laughed against Maria's neck, completely spent, and sweared in Russian and wanted to celebrate with a bottle of the most expensive imported vodka.
The real Natasha was an outstanding singer, but that one time the Avengers ended up in a karaoke lounge in Tokyo, she refused to perform with false shyness because she didn't want to break Thor's heart, who naively thought he was the best of them all.
The real Natasha was a being of infinite power, infinite beauty and fierce independence, who needed no one to protect her, no one to uplift her, but that didn't mean that she'd refrain from pressing her back against Maria's chest and whisper, "Hold me, Masha", just because she needed that to fall asleep. The real Natasha was a little spoon, yes.
As this train of thought hijacked Maria's mind, she couldn't help herself so she planted a sweet, short kiss to Natasha's lips, then rested her head on the pillow beside Nat's head, now both of them side by side, staring at the ceiling again.
"The thing is… now at least we know we have this place. But wherever the hell it is we're going… It's not like we'll get free weekends, Nat. We might be apart for a very long time. Shit, the way Nick talks about it, we might not come back at all."
"Oh."
None of them said a thing for a while, both trying to find the way to process all the consequences this new situation could have on their future.
Natasha was the one that broke the silence, with a pragmatic thought, of course.
"If Clint or Steve said they needed me for… well, anything, I wouldn't hesitate."
"I know."
"But I'd do the same for you."
"I know that, too."
"And I know you'll do this for Nick, because whatever it is, he asked you. That means there's no one else he can trust."
"I know."
"We seem to know a lot of things. So… you know what this means."
"Yeah."
It's not like they weren't making eye contact because they felt uncomfortable, in fact, it was quite the opposite. They had found that their intimacy had multiple layers to it: they enjoyed each other's presence in absolute silence and they could talk and talk for hours, about almost everything (there were some taboos, of course, eventually brought down by patience, respect and time); they could have emotionally exhausting sex, looking into each other's eyes and placing sweet kisses in each other's skins but they also could break beds in half due to untamed rough passion, fucking for hours like animals in heat. Sometimes, they just needed a look to know what the other was thinking. And other times, they could need weeks of closeness to be able to spit out what had happened in a mission that went FUBAR. All in all, they adapted to each other like water to shapes, and sometimes that meant the right thing to do was embracing each other, sometimes it meant pushing each other to the limit to let go of the pain, and other times the answer was leaving the other to their own thoughts or not speaking at all.
All this didn't mean that there couldn't be misunderstandings. So Maria sat up on the bed, breathing in slowly, trying not to show how Natasha's words felt like a shot to the heart. She turned to place her feet on the cold floor, her bare back to Natasha and her hands clasping the mattress.
"I hate that it has to end like this," Maria said, defeated, her voice sadder than she'd like it to sound.
She felt movement behind her and Natasha kneeled on the bed beside her, quickly reaching for her face and cupping her cheeks, forcing her to look back at wide, terrified green eyes.
"Whoa, whoa, who said anything about an end, Hill?!"
Natasha's anxiety was almost laughable, but Maria was too lost in her own confusion to notice.
"Well, you just said… I thought you were implying we should break–," Maria stopped herself the moment she saw Natasha shaking her head hysterically, almost comically, so the brunette let out a relieved scoff, "God, Nat…"
The Russian kissed her chin and then rested her forehead against Maria's, eyes closed, her voice trembling just slightly.
"I'm not giving up on you, Mash. If Fury takes you to another dimension or a different galaxy… well… It just means our bills will go up because of the phone sex, and that if you ever are able to steal away an hour for me, I'll go to whatever place you are so I can fuck your brains out, you hear me?"
Maria's gentle laugh was like music to Nat's ears.
"You're a romantic, Romanoff."
"And you're very silly sometimes, you know that?" The Russian had to insist because, how could this woman be so clueless sometimes? How could she ever thought they had fight their way to each other through pain, jealousy, denial and forgiveness only to let this go because of some super secret and also super inconvenient mission? As if they weren't Maria Hill and Natasha Romanoff, experts on achieving the impossible… "You're lucky you're gorgeous," Natasha added with a kiss to the tip of Maria's nose.
Maria circled her arms around Natasha's waist and the redhead took the opportunity to sit on the taller's woman lap, comfortably straddling her.
"Still, I wish I was brave enough to say 'fuck loyalty' and stay here, with you…" Maria lamented.
"Well, I'm here, right now, and since loyalty is out of the question, you can fuck me, instead," Natasha murmured seductively placing another soft kiss above one of Maria's eyebrows. Then, another to her cheek, and another to the corner of her lips, and when she was about to go for a side of Maria's sharp jawline, the brunette captured her mouth and showed her no mercy with a deep, sloppy, perfect French kiss that had Natasha's head spinning within seconds. The redhead moaned shamelessly with Maria's tongue inside her mouth, and when they parted, the smirk on Hill's face said it all.
"I see," Maria smiled.
Natasha's breath was uneven, and her eyes were dark with desire.
"Masha, I'm having a whim for something special."
It was Maria's turn to take advantage of her position as she placed a trail of kisses from Nat's chin to one of her bare shoulders.
"And what is it?" Maria asked as she brought her hands up Natasha's back, gently sliding her fingers up and down warm skin.
"That thing we keep in the second drawer of your nightstand."
Maria paused for a second, remembering what Natasha was referring to.
"Oh, we haven't done that in a while," the Commander said when realization hit her, blushing just slightly.
Natasha gently pushed her shoulders, making Maria lay back on the bed.
"Until you're leaving with Fury, you're mine, Masha, so get ready."
"Да," Maria nodded her agreement in Russian, much to Natasha's delight.
Natasha graciously rolled to the side, reaching for the drawer to open it. She pulled out a white box and left it next to Maria, smirking while she opened it.
"Remind me to send Tony another bottle of wine," the Russian said as she opened the box to reveal a white double dildo that looked both stylish and kind of futuristic.
Maria, still lying on the mattress, covered her face with one hand as she groaned, mortified.
"Oh my fucking God, don't you dare mention Stark before we have sex…"
Natasha's logic was actually very simple: when you're friends with Tony Stark and he gives you as a present the successful prototype for the most revolutionary sex toy in decades, developed by one of the cutting-edge subsidiaries of Stark Industries, you just have to admit he's a very good friend.
"I'm just saying he always makes the best gifts."
"Shut up, Nat."
"Make me."
"Gimme a minute, and I'll make you scream."
"Promises, promises… let's get you ready for this, shall we?"
Natasha kneeled on the floor right in front of Maria, caressing her hip bone and placing kisses along Maria's abs, which were Natasha's weakness from the very beginning. She felt the brunette trembling under her, as Nat's breasts brushed lightly against Maria's upper thighs.
Natasha trailed a path of kisses and little bites down to Maria's trimmed pubic hair, gently pulling it out of her way with the tip of her tongue. The spy's hands went up to cup Maria's breasts, then pinching her nipples as she parted wet folds with her tongue to find a swollen little bud throbbing with desire for her.
Maria cried out as Nat licked her entire sex with long, wet strokes, her tongue completely flat against slippery skin, up and down, up and down rhythmically and firmly and never missing a beat. The Russian's hands went down to help her gain better access: one of them parted Maria's folds gently so she could keep on worshipping her, the other began playing with Maria's clit as she finally entered her with her tongue.
Maria cried out again with a long moan that sounded like a yes in the beginning and ended up like a mantra of Natasha's name.
The Russian could feel her own wetness bursting out of herself, lust and anticipation running down her inner thigh in the form of a thin trickle.
Natasha blindly reached out to Maria's side to grab the dildo, her tongue slipping in and out, her face now smearing with Maria's wetness. She finally got a hold of the object, stopping her ministrations as Maria protested with a groan of frustration. The Russian's knees were red from the friction against the floor, but she didn't care. She stood up so she could fixate her gaze on the way Maria's mouth gasped for air.
"Masha… look at me, миленький." (Sweetie.)
Maria made a titanic effort to stand up on her elbows and regarded Natasha with mild impatience.
"Ты такой красивый, детка," (You're so beautiful, babe,) Natasha brought the shorter part of the dildo up to her mouth, never breaking eye contact with Maria. She licked the end they both knew would be inside Maria in a few moments, and she watched as the brunette wet her lips when Natasha put it all into her mouth. When she pulled it out, it was shiny under the room lights, wet with her saliva. "Ты такой красивый, и ты нужен мне во мне," (You're so beautiful, and I need you inside me,) Natasha's raspy voice always became even more irresistible to Maria whenever she heard her speaking Russian.
Natasha kneeled once again and resumed licking Maria, ferociously. She brought the dildo close to Maria's entrance and teased her with the tip while she sucked her clit until she could feel muscles and limbs going impossibly tense below her. Maria's hands were entangled in her hair now, chaotically clutching to her. When Natasha felt Maria's entire body going stiff, she pressed the soaked dildo to her opening and easily let it slide inside her lover. The sensation only fuelled Maria's impending orgasm, her legs spasming violently and her head bouncing against the mattress until she had to push Natasha away because the redhead wouldn't stop licking her to exhaustion.
But there was no time to rest, because Natasha only stopped to climb the bed and straddled Maria. The dildo became a strapless strap-on, a quarter of it inside Maria, the rest pointing to the ceiling, stupidly defiant. Natasha grabbed it with one hand, squeezing it gently, her other hand in Maria's hip bone to help her keep balance.
"Are you feeling this, Masha?"
"Yes…"
Stark Industries' invention, which was supposed to hit the market next year, was going to be revolutionary because of a brand new feature that would allow women to feel everything they did with the dildo thanks to nanotechnology. The end inside Maria's body was equipped with an immediate response unit, which in English meant that tiny filaments would send electrical responses to Maria's sex, translating what was happening outside into amazing sensations inside.
Tony had actually given Maria the prototype as a birthday gift, hoping to mortify her in public, once again, but a) his plan backfired the moment Natasha's face sparkled with excitement and Maria looked at her with pure devotion and b) he really was proud of the R&D team that had developed the tech along with other inventions targeted for the LGBTQ community, and if someone deserved to have privileged access to it, it was Natasha and Maria, who he adored, although c) he would never tell them that to their faces. He also wanted to launch it under the name The White Widow, but Maria threatened to persuade Pepper to go celibate and Tony took it very seriously because Peps had the annoying tendency of becoming Maria's partner in crime when it came to pestering him.
So when Natasha gave the dildo a few swift pumps, Maria felt it all. She arched her back, her eyes wide shut and a vein almost popping in her tense neck muscles while she grabbed Natasha's thighs and made involuntary thrust motions with her hips.
Natasha had never seen anything sexier in her whole life.
"I need you inside me, baby," the Russian whispered, tilting her hips to one side so she could guide the head of the dildo to her entrance. When she was properly aligned, she sank down in one motion, the previous activities granting her more than enough wetness to make it as smooth as possible. Maria made a soft sobbing sound as she felt Natasha taking her in. Natasha was now panting, adjusting herself to the fullness she felt with Maria buried deep inside her.
"And I never want you to leave," the redhead hissed, opening her green eyes to meet blue ones shimmering with lust.
Natasha's wavy locks were cascading over her shoulders, and when she bucked above Maria with a smooth rolling of hips, her breasts began swaying up and down and Maria thought she could pass out from a Stendhal syndrome induced by Natasha's sheer beauty.
She clutched Nat's hips to meet her with her own thrusts.
"Fuck, Nat, oh fuck…" was all Maria could stammer when all coherent thoughts were thrown out of the window as she became one with Natasha.
The redhead rode Maria wildly, unapologetically, trying to get every bit of pleasure she could. Maria loved how Natasha was a generous lover but she also adored the way she sought out pleasure for herself, unrestrained and unashamed, and she was definitely going to give it to her. She licked her own thumb and then used it to rub Nat's clit. A sharp cry came out of Natasha's throat at the addition and then Maria couldn't help herself.
She grabbed Natasha's ass to make sure she didn't fall as she sat up on the bed, her abs going tense and her thighs taking Nat's weight with her feet still firmly placed on the floor, helping her keep balance. The new position granted Maria access to Natasha's breasts, proceeding to lick them alternatively. Just knowing she was sucking on Natasha's nipples while she rode her was enough to almost make Maria come. One hand went around Nat's waist, securely holding her while the never-stopping up and down motion of her hips brought them closer to the edge. Maria's other hand went up to squeeze whichever breast was left free when she switched between them with her mouth.
Then, she felt perfect manicured hands with short nails and black polish scratching her back and messing up her hair. Nat finally clutched her face and forced Maria to look up so they could gaze in each other's eyes, both now sweating and panting, the heat radiating from their joined bodies making them feel like the room was on fire.
"ебать меня (fuck me) until I scream your name, baby," Natasha gasped against Maria's forehead, "because I want the world – to – ahhh, fuck – I want them – I want them all to know I'm yours, Masha."
Natasha's words set fire to Maria's chest and as a response, she kissed the redhead roughly. She then got a hold of Natasha's hips, bringing them impossibly closer, and thrusted in and out of her as if their lives depended on it, with Nat's holding on to her neck.
"C'mon, baby, lose control. Lose control inside me, Mash," Natasha whispered in Maria's ear, and that was the end of any self-control that was left in the commander's body.
Strong arms made Natasha roll to the side, now her stomach flat against the mattress. The motion made Maria pull out of her and Nat was about to protest when two hands made her lift her ass in the air.
"You wanna scream my name, sweet girl?" Natasha couldn't help the little whine of pleasure that escaped her lips when she felt Maria's warm breath whispering in her ear, her body trapped below the taller woman's weight, Maria's breasts pressing against her back. "Go ahead, scream for me."
And with that, Maria entered Natasha from behind. The room filled with the sound of Maria's pubis bone smacking against Natasha's butt. The new position made Maria hit Nat's G-spot directly and both of them just gave in to the bliss of it all, panting, grinding, moaning together. Perhaps it was Maria's words, perhaps it was the way the room was filled with the smell of them – so intimate, so unequivocally theirs – perhaps it was the way Maria's fingers rubbed her clit even though the weight of both their bodies was probably rendering Maria's hand numb, but everything hit her at once and for the first time in her life, Natasha felt a pressure inside of her that felt like an orgasm on top of another orgasm on top of a sea ready to explode within her.
And it scared the shit out of her.
They did have a safe word, but she couldn't remember it.
"Wait, stop!"
She didn't have to repeat it twice. Maria froze all motion and in the blink of an eye, she went from horny animalistic sex-machine to concerned and caring partner.
"Wha – Nat? Did I hurt you? Are you alright?"
She didn't wait for an answer as she gently pulled out of Natasha. She hissed as she pulled the dildo out of herself, throwing it away carelessly so she could lie next to Natasha and caress her back.
Natasha sighed with relief and turned around to meet Maria's beautiful blue eyes, feeling a sting of guilt as she watched them now filled with worry.
"It's… it's ok, Mash. I'm sorry…"
"Nat? Are you in pain?"
Natasha laughed out loud a little, her eyes welling up with emotion and confusion at herself. She genuinely didn't know what had happened.
"No… I'm… it's actually quite the opposite…" Nat snorted and the puzzlement in Maria's eyes only grew wider. "I felt… I felt like I was about to burst," Natasha tried to explain, visibly frustrated with her own choice of words. "It's just… it was too much I guess. I'm sorry."
Maria's frown gave room to sudden realization, and she just crawled on top of Natasha to plant a kiss to her forehead.
"Oh, sweetheart…" Maria began tenderly, "you don't have to apologize for anything, ever. If you want to stop, whenever you want to stop, we stop, and that's it. If it is too much, we can do anything else. If you want me to go, I'll go…."
"NO!" Natasha gasped a little too panicky. She continued, softer this time, "no, I mean… it was just… you know… have you ever…?"
Natasha's voice sounded so little, so unlike her, that Maria's heart melted inside her chest and she had to channel all her inner strength not to say something stupid that could ruin them forever. Instead, she kept it inside. She always did.
"I love you," Maria thought to herself, "I can't say the words because I know you, you'll feel bad if you don't say it back, or perhaps you'll say it even if you don't feel it to spare me the pain. But, anyway, I hope you know. Through all this, I hope you understand that I just love you and I always will, no matter what…"
"What – what are you giving me that look for?" Natasha grew nervous under Maria's fond gaze for all the wrong reasons.
Maria smiled, sympathetically, and shook her head, amazed by the fact Natasha's cuteness always caught her by surprise in these rare moments when it shine through.
"Nat," she whispered, just to enjoy how the consonants of the name rolled over her tongue…"Nat, do you trust me?" Maria asked simply.
"Always." Natasha's firm reply left no room to doubt.
"Is it ok if I touch you, if you let me finish what we started?"
Nat just nodded, mesmerized by Maria's blue eyes filling up with desire once again. And sincerity, passion, devotion… All those things Natasha didn't think she deserved.
Maria kissed her gently, her arms to each side of Natasha's head, careful not to put all her weight over her. Natasha moaned slowly as Maria's tongue rolled over her neck and Maria ended up smiling against her earlobe, enjoying the vibration of Nat's voice through her skin.
"Trust me, ok? Let go, sweetheart," Maria whispered softly in Natasha's ear. "Just let go on me, Nat."
Natasha closed her eyes as Maria's voice sent waves of inexplicable pleasure down her body. Maria payed homage to Nat's skin trailing kisses from her clavicle to her mons pubis, where her teeth played around the perfectly line of French waxed hair that marked the path to Natasha's center. Maria's hands caressed Natasha's curves as the redhead closed her eyes, tossing her head to the side, damp strands of hair hovering over her face.
"Let go, babe. I'm here. It's just you and me. You're safe, you're perfect. Let go, honey. I'm with you, I'll always be with you."
Maria kept whispering words of encouragement and adoration as she slid her fingers up and down Natasha's silk folds. Then, she launched herself forward, covering them with her mouth. Natasha hissed crinkling the sheets in her fists, and Maria stiffened her tongue to circle Nat's clit as she slid one finger inside her, then another, then she curled them to find the sensitive area inside Natasha that made her pant and cry out just like before. Instead of motioning in and out of her, Maria lifted her fingers upward in a 'come here' gesture that she repeated gently, feeling how Natasha's walls began to clamp around her fingers.
"I'm here, baby. It's me. Everything's gonna be ok. Let go, Nat, baby, let go…" Maria began to make the motion wider, deep, still not adding speed but making sure her fingers rocked Natasha's entire body.
"Masha!" Nat cried out and she just couldn't control her body anymore, her legs kicking the air, her head tossed back and forth against the sheets, her hands searching for Maria's, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.
"I know, love, I know…" Maria had never used that specific term of affection before, but she was too spellbound by Nat's pleasure to think and hold back.
The unexpected endearment made Natasha feel a wave of warmth that generated in the center of her sex and expanded through her body down to the tip of her toes and up to the top of her head. It all exploded when Maria's tongue pressed against her clit.
The movements inside her slowed down, but the pressure Maria was applying with her fingers was just right, and now combined with her tongue licking her already wet clit, it all made Natasha see stars. The Russian began grinding against Maria's face, clenching to her hair and pushing Maria down against her even though there was no more room between her mouth and her sex. Teeth, lips and tongue clashed against Natasha, who didn't seem to mind, and though Maria was having a hard time to breath, arousal energized her enough to moan against Natasha's velvet folds. Natasha's upper half body suddenly rose, almost levitating, and Maria heard her scream her name, finally, followed by a colourful collection of Russian obscene words.
Maria didn't stop licking her, nor did she relax her fingers inside Natasha, and when the redhead's orgasm seemed to be coming to an end, Nat felt it hitting her again: the vertigo, the unknown. She tried to warn Maria, pushed her away from her, but the brunette captured her hands to hold them as if they were lost at sea, and Natasha knew this time she couldn't hold back.
"Mar – oh, oh, OH!"
Before she knew it, Natasha was riding the wave of the most powerful orgasm she had felt in her life. Her muscles contracted around Maria's fingers, her abs spasmed uncontrollably, her clit throbbed with relief as she felt herself releasing long bursts of hot liquid that hit Maria's chin and smeared across her labia, soaking Maria's chest and her own thighs.
Maria stopped licking her but Natasha almost didn't notice, as her body was numb, spent, trembling with little aftershocks of pleasure. Nat felt little kisses to her inner thighs, her abdomen, her breasts, as Maria made her way up her body, finally meeting her eyes, hovering on all fours over her.
It was the most excruciating thing she ever had to do because her eyelids felt awfully heavy, but Natasha forced herself to open her eyes and look at the absolutely incredible woman that had just rocked her world.
"That… that's never happened before," Natasha breathed out, her voice filled with delight and incredulity.
Maria's cocky smile could seem kind of inappropriate, but to Natasha's eyes, it was undeniably cute. She was so proud, so happy.
"I figured."
"C'mere."
Natasha opened her arms wide, and though Maria didn't want to put all her weight over her, Natasha got what she wanted. She shoved the taller woman toward her and engulfed her in a crushing hug. She needed to feel her everywhere. Their skins were still on fire, but their breaths were slowly going back to normal.
They reveled in the silence once again, Maria resting her head against Natasha's chest, enjoying the sound of her heartbeat slowing down, and Nat playing with her fingers on Maria's back, drawing circles that sometimes turned into heart shapes.
They were drifting off to sleep in each other's arms when Natasha giggled softly. Maria opened one eye, turning her head to look at Nat's face with a puzzled expression.
Nat smiled widely and giggled again while she stroked Maria's cheeks, her jawline and her lips.
"Maria…" Natasha sighed, dreamily. "Maria. It really is the most beautiful sound I ever heard."
And with that Maria groaned a loud "Oh, no," and covered her face with her hands while Natasha laughed and began to sing to her.
The Avengers were about to leave for Nigeria. Fury and Hill would be leaving to their very confidential, very black-ops mission the day after that. They had planned out the hierarchy in their absence, and it was always meant to be a triumvirate: Steve, Tony, Nat.
Nat and Maria knew they might not be able to make contact for a while, so they spent all their time together in the bedroom, almost until last-minute. They said their goodbyes with the promise of a quick escape to Rome or Paris once they took care of their respective missions.
Natasha made a quick stop at Fury's office before she hopped on the Quinjet with Steve, Wanda and Sam. Clint was going to sit this one out because Laura was clearly outnumbered in the farm.
She didn't knock. She just stepped inside, saying nothing, looking at Fury until he finished signing some papers. He didn't acknowledge her presence for a while, and after a few seconds he spoke, never rising his one eye from his task.
"Miss Romanoff, can I help you?"
"I don't need to know where you're going or what you're going to ask of her," it wasn't Natasha's voice, it wasn't the Black Widow's voice, it was a terrifying mixture of the two, filled with determination, truth and clarity. That was what made Fury look at her… "but I tell you this: if you don't bring her back to me safe and sound, you better run, hide or die before I get my hands on you, because I've only shown you half of what the Red Room really trained me for."
Nick blinked and nodded, very slowly.
"Understood, Miss Romanoff, I wouldn't expect any less from you."
Nat nodded at him and turned around to leave.
"Oh, and Natasha?"
She looked over her shoulder.
"Yes, sir?"
"You better come back to her in one piece, too."
There was almost a smile in the corner of Fury's lips, almost, and there was definitely a smirk in Natasha's.
"Don't ever doubt it, Nick."