I can't believe I haven't updated in a month XD. Sorry, guys!
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It was another day of hiking before they reached the small, secluded camp that had been their destination all along- Maria knew where it was from studying the old island paths.
They immediately grinned; this was their world, their kingdom. They were safe here.
They cheered and ran down the beach, turning in separate directions and ending up facing each other on the rocks, only the salt water between them. After a look of understanding they removed their shoes and socks and Natasha placed her binoculars and blood-stained leftie scissors on the rock carefully.
"We jump on three, okay?" Maria called out. Natasha nodded. There was silence for a bit.
"Ready?" called Maria, about to do the countdown.
"One, two, three!" Natasha yelled quickly, and they jumped in, feeling free as the birds in their sky.
They had finally flown away.
Later, they'd hung up their clothes to dry and Maria had constructed a fishing rod to fish with, while Natasha read.
"I made you jewellery," said Maria, and Natasha looked up, marking her page and setting it down. The brunette held up two fishhooks with beetles on the end. "Do you have your ears pierced yet?"
Their lunch hour consists of screaming, ice and a kiss on the ear.
After that Maria paints Natasha again.
"You're beautiful, you know that." comments Maria.
"So are you." replies Natasha. There is a blissful silence again as Maria paints and Natasha thinks, not moving.
Natasha puts on her record player while the painting is drying and she and Maria dance, first far away and then extremely close and they're slow dancing really, shy green eyes looking into slightly nervous bright blue ones. Then, Maria leans forward ever so slightly and presses her mouth against Natasha's, and it's mind-blowing and amazing but after a few second sit's over, and Natasha wants more.
"You ever done French kissing?" Natasha asks, her heart shamefully still beating wildly after the kiss.
"No. Is there a technique?" Maria asks, blushing, and Natasha smiles back at her.
"The tongues have to touch, I think." she says.
"Oh, okay." Maria licks her lips and kisses Natasha again forcefully, opening her mouth, and they kiss for a long time, before coming up for air.
"If you ever decide to fly away again," says Maria breathlessly "and I'm not there to stop you, just know that I care about you, and I think I love you."
Natasha's ready for it this time, but it still creates a warm feeling inside.
"I think I love you too." breathes Natasha, diving in for another heart-stopping kiss as the record plays on.
When they wake up in the morning it's not too the gently lapping waves, or seagulls, but a bunch of angry cops, smug schoolgirls and furious parents. Maria's foster parents, however, are absent.
On seeing the two girls curled up together, Natasha's mother shrieks and runs forward, pulling her daughter up.
"Get away from this fugitive, Natalia." she yells.
"I'm technically a fugitive too, mama." Natasha grumbles, and they proceed to have a heated argument in Russian, most likely about Maria.
On the boat back to the other side of the island, they are in separate rooms, her outside, freezing with her parents, and Maria inside alone with her thoughts.
"You're a traitor to this family," her father spits at her.
"Good. I want to be." Natasha retorts.
It's then that Maria gets her bad news. It's a letter, printed all in capitols.
'Dear Maria,
It is with great regret in my heart, as I am telling you this, that me and my wife can no longer welcome you into our home as our foster daughter. You are dysfunctional, abnormal and quite possibly mad.
We wish you great luck in your new life, however.
Howard Mason.'
There would be no tears for Howard Mason and his lies, or his bitch of a wife.
The only tears she would ever cry would be for Natasha Romanoff, and the fact that she could never and would never see her again.
And even that was stretching it.
This is a crappy chapter and I am deeply ashamed of myself. However, the next one will be longer, I can promise you that.
Oh, and if you like BlackHill and you haven't read it already, I posted an oneshot for them a few days ago. Check it out?
Pip pip toodleloo,
-Paint xxx.