Summary:
Set after "Peter vs. the Love Advice"
Peter has an assignment, he must get close to a spy named Sarah Walker, to get a USB drive containing top secret information.
Clint and Bucky giving him terrible advice because they've never had to do that (Not Bucky's skill set, and Clint's been married and is actually more of a spy hunter then a spy).
So, Natasha taking over to what could be awkward as she teachers the man she loves, how to seduce a target.
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Unlike the preview/teaser, this one is rated M for Mmmm naughty fun.
Also... (shhh) there might even be a proposal at the end.
Author's Note:
I'm gonna be honest, I'm don't really know how to seduce someone, not very well, and I'm going to kind of cheat and most of the 'teaching' is 'off screen' not that Peter can't figure it out on his own.
After all... as Clint said, "if you can seduce the black widow, you don't need my help." ;-)
this story is 99% done just a few touchups and little things so this won't be unfinished for long.
Peter vs. The Seduction
Chapter 1
"Your assignment, should you choose to accept it. Is to get close to a spy and retrieve some…"
"When you say retrieve, you mean steal… right?"
Sigh, "yes, we just don't call it that… as I was saying you are to retrieve information from them, without the target finding out. We bel… what?"
"Do we know what the information is? Is it a digital copy, paper, how do I keep the target from finding out, do I need to…"? He ran his finger across his throat.
"Geez Pete no, you don't kill the target…" Clint said shocked, not noticing that Bucky, is trying to keep from laughing out loud.
"But what if the target catches me, is it kill or be killed, spy vs. spy…."
"You're just fucking with me, aren't you?" Clint said having noticed how hard Peter and Bucky are trying to keep from laughing.
"Of course. Okay so I'm retrieving the information, again what do we know, digital, paper, stone carvings?"
Sigh, "I now have the urge to track down Coulson and apologize, if I was even half as bad as this..." Clint muttered to himself.
Speaking normally, not that the other two people in the room, didn't hear his mutterings just fine, due to them having enhanced senses. "We believe it will be on a USB drive. As I was saying you get in, distract the target, copy the data, and get out, without the target knowing."
"Okay… sounds simple enough… why all this extra prep? Normally you guys tell me this person has something, we want it. I do my thwip thwip thing and get it."
"Because the target is a spy, and colored costumes…"
"Excuse me, it is a uniform. Mr., I think purple is my best color, and my weapon of choice went out of fashion as soon as gun powder was invented…"
Bucky in between guffaws managed to say, "that's an awfully long name Clint, might want to workshop it."
Clint looked up, "FRIDAY, I don't care how long it takes, please track down agent Coulson for me, I feel the urge to sincerely apologize and beg forgiveness, so that maybe karma will let me off the hook."
"Of course, agent Barton." It's clear to the three people in the room that she is highly amused.
"Peter, this is a subtle mission for a spy, not a superhero, that's why this is important. We don't know what the information is specifically, just that it's vitally important that we get a copy, so we know, without tipping off the target." Clint said.
Peter sobered up, it's one thing, to joke with Clint and Bucky, in the right time and place. "I'm sorry, okay so who and where is the target. Do we have any idea of how much information there is?"
"The target's name is Sarah Walker. She likes the fine dining and multi-exits of hotel restaurants. This is all the information that SHIELD has on her." Clint put a very thin file in front of Peter, he opened to see a blurry picture of a blonde woman that seems to be of average height, but it's hard to tell from the image. The information list's the woman's name and known features. Blonde, blue eyes, however Peter knows that's almost irrelevant, since hair and eye color can be changed. There is a list of what SHIELD thinks she's done. Again, all painfully thin on details. "Unfortunately, it's not much and the photo doesn't do much good. However, I know what she looks like. Which is one of the reasons, we are doing this and not a regular SHIELD agent."
"Question, if this is as important as you say, then why isn't there a highly trained SHIELD agent, doing the meeting, instead of… you know… me?"
"One, you are highly trained, two I have history with the target, but I can't do it because of that history. And lastly, she has a particular type, that she likes… when it comes to men. Nobody fits her particular desires, better then you." Clint simply said.
"Wait, how am I getting the data?" Peter asked suddenly worried.
"How else, you have to seduce her well enough, so she's distracted while you get the USB and somehow get us a copy."
"Seduce her?! No, that can't be right, I'm not… that's not me, I have, I, I'm in a relationship… very, very happily in a relationship. I don't want to risk, no I can't… you can't make me…"
"Peter, Peter, PETER!" Clint had to shout to calm him down. "Take a breath, calm down. We're not telling you to cheat on Natasha. But this is different, lives are on the line. Seduce doesn't automatically mean, fuck her." Clint said, thinking blunt truth, would work best.
"I still, I can't ruin this, she means too much to me."
"You know, she's had to do those missions." Clint said.
Bucky, knowing that would not help, smacked Clint upside the head, he at least used his right hand instead of his slightly more metal left one.
"OW, what the hell man?" Clint said looking at Bucky, who just gave him a 'are you stupid' look. Then pointedly looked at Peter.
Clint looked back and winced, when it looked like Peter had shut down in shock. "She hasn't had… since we've…"
"No, god no, Peter, she told Fury that she wouldn't do those anymore. Not that she could, being an avenger makes it harder to go undercover." Clint is actually happy about that.
For both Clint and Natasha that life has long since lost its luster.
The door opened and Natasha strolled in. "Can't even hand out, a simple assignment." She said to diffuse the tension in the room.
She walked over to sit next to Peter.
FRIDAY had called her, not that she's surprised, she should have just been here, from the start.
"Nat…" Peter said, feeling overwhelmed.
"Shh, I'm here." She said, as she placed her forehead on his.
She looked up at the two other men, in the room. "I've got this."
Clint feeling really bad, started to apologize when Bucky just dragged him out of the room. He closed the door gently.
"Peter, look at me baby." Natasha said she could feel Peter shaking.
"You haven't had to… since we've…"
"No baby, I told Fury that I would not do those types of missions anymore. It's a normal request when an agent gets into a serious relationship."
"Serious?" Natasha can easily hear the hope, in Peter's voice.
"Doesn't get much more serious, then marriage. I know your mom did the same thing, when she met your dad." Natasha said softly, smiling at how happy that made Peter.
"How…"
"Fury told me, after he found out about us."
"How can they ask me to do…"
"Peter, you know I wouldn't ask you to do something, if I thought it was dangerous, unless it was life or death. This isn't life or death and it isn't dangerous. Bucky and Clint will be nearby, in a van, monitoring you the whole time."
"Not you?" Peter asked, he's honestly not sure whether or not he would want her there, watching.
"No, I have another assignment, at the same time." She pulled him close, "If I get finished, I'll go and sit in the van with tweedle dee and tweedle dum. It's a local mission."
Natasha rubbed her thumb along Peter's cheek, glad to see he's calmed down. "This is also a test, for you. The same test that every agent gets. While Fury agreed you won't be a normal agent, you still have to have the training, for whatever the mission is called for."
"I, the only one I want to seduce is you." Peter said knowing in his head it makes sense, but his heart… he almost feels ill, at the thought.
"That's sweet and I'm glad, but if it came down to millions of lives on the line. I would not be mad if you had to. It's part of the job, although fortunately extremely rare." Natasha said.
"Come on, you have a couple of days to work on your seduction skills. Not sure if it's better or worse, but at the academy this particular part of the training, is taught by men for men and women for women. However, Clint and Bucky are not suitable teachers."
"Why, aren't they both spies?"
"Well Clint is more of a spy hunter then a spy and he's been married so long, that he's really never had to use that skill. And Bucky has a completely different skill set. He's not a traditional spy, more of a saboteur and assassin. In fact, the only one that might be any good would be Stark…"
"No, I'm not getting seduction techniques from my dad. His teasing is bad enough." Peter stated. "I would rather muddle my way through, on my own, then that."
Natasha smiled, knowing that would snap him out of his funk. "I know; however, you have the best resource around, me. I was called the black widow for a reason, even if I don't have to use that particular set of skills, for anyone other than you." Her smile turning soft, as she leaned into kiss him softly.
"I love you." Peter whispered pulling her close, all thoughts of the mission gone, in the warmth and love and feeling of home, within her arms.
Natasha, her forehead on Peter's temple, just whispers, "I know." Which is just as good, as when she says 'I love you' back.
"Pepper is taking you to get a nice suit, tomorrow."
"I have nice suits… wait, does she know why?"
"Not the details, she just knows you need a non-business suit, for a nice evening out. Which is what you have, business suits. There are small differences between them. While your business suits are flattering for you. They are still conservative, which is what you expect. An evening suit is flattering, and they are less conservative in their tone." Natasha explained, as she too enjoys the feeling, of being within Peter's arms and marvels at how safe she feels.
She has to agree with Peter. When he says, in her arms, he feels like he's home.
Within his arms, is her home.
Peter trusting that she knows what needs to be done. Starts to gently caress her lower back, having slipped his hand under her shirt.
The soft moan she made, shot straight to his manhood.
He response to it, like he always does.
It's clear that Natasha can tell he's grown hard, against her waist. When she gives a slightly different moan. This one slightly higher and longer.
Peter doesn't have to open his eyes, to know she has a smile on her face.
Peter brushed his nose along her neck, reveling in the way her breath catches, as he zeros in on all the spots, that drive her wild.
"I need you." Natasha said nearly breathless. No longer surprised, at how well Peter, knows her body.
"Me too."
"My room is close…" Natasha said as an option.
"But our place is private." Peter countered. He doesn't mind making love to Natasha here, but he'd rather do it in their place. "And I can web us there pretty fast… plus as I recall, you seem to very much enjoy web swinging." Peter added with a slight smirk.
Natasha has to bite back a louder moan. He's right, they discovered, by happy accident, that when she's turned on, if he takes her web swinging, it drives her even wilder.
Part of it is having that body of his, against hers, and part of it is the adrenaline rush that goes with swinging fast at incredibly high heights and having absolute trust, that Peter won't let her fall.
"I have my iron spider suit with me." Peter said as additional incentive.
"Baby, you had me, at 'our place.'" Natasha said smiling, as they put the folder away in the locked drawer, for just that purpose.
"Come on my beloved, let's go home, so you can teach me, how to seduce you." Peter said as they started to walk to the landing platform.
"Peter, you don't need any help with that." Natasha said, with a giggle.
Although they are aware of them. Neither give Clint and Bucky, a second glance, as they head out.
Both men smile at the look, well aware of what that means.
As they head towards the door, FRIDAY knowing what they are doing, opens it for them. They didn't run into anyone else.
Once they are outside. Peter activates the suit and Karen knows to use the special variation. The nanites that form the suit, also spill over to Natasha, and form a plain black suit for her.
Basically, a stripped-down version of Peter's suit. She can see through the mask and speak to Karen and Peter, if need be. As long as she remains close to Peter, the suit will stay formed.
However, she doesn't have a housing unit, so if she moved away from him eventually, they would stop communicating and fall off like dust.
But since this is just to protect their identities, while web slinging. It's more than enough.
Peter looked over, and even though she's got a formless mask on, he can still see her. "пойдем домой." (Let's go home)
"да, давайте." (Yes, lets) she responded wrapping her arms around him.
He put an arm around her tightly, and then counting down, for them to jump off, "3, 2, 1." They jump and freefall for a few seconds, to get down closer to the lower buildings.
Peter reaching out with his free hand, to shoot a web and they started to slow their decent.
As they reach the peak of the swing, Peter is already releasing the web, to shoot the next one.
It took only a matter of minutes to reach the apartment, that Tony had gotten for Peter, that is close to ESU.
However, he's already graduated with a PhD in Biochemistry with a master's in engineering.
Peter and Natasha have been talking about moving somewhere else. As much as they like the place, it's not near either the tower or May's place.
Granted that's not a big deal, when you can web swing across the city faster than most people can cross a city block.
Of course, Natasha is almost to the point were she's rubbing her thighs together, she's so turned on, she's about ready to tell Karen to retract the suit and tear Peter's clothes off.
The first time she felt that much desire for Peter, much less anyone else, it shocked her. She chalked it up to how much she has grown to love him. And how much he loves her.
This is far more then just simple lust, even though there is a healthy amount of that for both of them. She'd always found those, with a dancer's or runner's build much more attractive to her, then the usual bulky body builder type.
Peter can smell how turned on Natasha is, her scent the best aphrodisiac he's ever known. Just the hint of her scent, and his body is pretty much instantly ready.
Natasha as soon as they landed spoke. "Karen… 'it's, go time' protocol please." She rolled her eyes as she shook her head at Peter's slightly twisted sense of humor.
With a very amused tone, she said, "of course, agent Parker. Have a nice evening." The suit retracted from both of them back into Peter's housing unit.
Natasha with a smile told him as she almost dragged him into the bedroom, "we are going to change that name."
"How about 'it's pizza time?'"
"No."
"How about 'play some Marvin Gaye?'"
"That's better, but still no."
"Barry White?"
"Never mind, I'll think of something later. I forgot you are as bad about naming things as Stark." Natasha said teasingly.
Before they were even two steps into the bedroom, they were removing their clothes. The fact that their mouths are fused together in a kiss makes it harder, but they have had plenty of practice of working around that.
They break the kiss and Peter kneels in front of Natasha. Even after so long, he still loves to undress her, to reveal her beautiful body to his eager eyes.
Natasha just relaxes and lets Peter treat her like his queen. There are times when she will turn the tables and undress him, but she loves the look of awe, he still has on his face, when he removes her shirt and bra. Then pulls down her pants and panties.
It never fails to turn her on, even more, to watch him grow hard in his boxers as he 'unwraps' her.
Peter gently but quickly undresses her; her scent is almost overwhelming him. He picks her up and gently places his nude goddess on their bed. Then he crawls towards her core, licking his lips in anticipation as he draws near.
Natasha loves to watch him stalk towards her, like a cat on the hunt. The hungry look in his face, makes her moan deep and low.
She spreads her legs, just as eager for his touch, as he is to touch her.
Peter kisses and nibbles on her inner thigh. His left hand going up to squeeze and tease her ladies.
It doesn't take long because he needs to taste her. He licks her lower lips, moaning at her juices, that have started gathering there since before they left the tower.
He sometimes wonders if he should be concerned at how much he's addicted to her taste, but that thought doesn't stick around long.
He'll happily be addicted to it… and more importantly her, for the rest of his life.
Peter after a few tentative licks, pushes his tongue as deep into her pussy as he can. He wiggles it around as his right hand comes up to start rubbing her clit.
Natasha getting lost in his touch, her right hand holding Peter's left to her breast, while her left is alternating between trying to pull his head deeper into her and gripping his hair when a particularly powerful wave of pleasure pulses through her.
Soon she's whispering his name, as if praying, as her orgasm builds.
Soon Peter can tell she's close, so he takes his right hand and starts to stroke two fingers in her channel as his mouth moves up to suck on her clit.
Right before she falls over that cliff, he hums as he sucks extra hard and using his teeth to lightly scrape along her clit. His fingers knowing just were the little nub that is her G-spot is and starts to brush against it moving faster.
Her back arches and she screams in pleasure as her orgasm hits her.
Then because just giving her one orgasm, is never enough for him, he lets up slightly for a few minutes then goes at it again.
Her hands grip him extra tight as he pushes her rapidly towards a second, then a third orgasm.
Finally, she starts to weakly push him away. He won't stop until she begs him to stop.
Peter lets up, ecstatic as always to give her that much pleasure.
Peter slowly kisses his way up her body. From her tummy to her abs, to her breasts. He spends a while sucking and nibbling on her ladies. Those firm full breasts have haunted his dreams since the first time they made out on his bed, and it took all of their willpower to stop.
Natasha taking a few minutes to recover from the overload of pleasure, just rests her hand on Peter's head. She revels in how much he loves to worship her body.
Thankfully it's not just her body, if it was, she would be disappointed. He worships all of her. Her mind, her body, even her soul.
That is one of the many reasons she loves him so much.
She cups Peter's face with both of her hands and with a soft sated smile she pulls him up to her. "come here my love." She moans at the familiar feeling of his body settling on hers, their bodies automatically adjusting to each other. She moans at feeling his still boxer covered cock, as it brushes against her pussy lips, still tingling from his touch.
Her taste on his lips as she kisses him sends another shot of desire through her. She wants his cock in her, but first she wants to return the favor.
She pushes him over and getting up, her legs still slightly trembling, from the aftershocks, she smiles and says, "my turn."
She nibbles on all the spots of his neck that drive him wild. Moving down, she bites and sucks on his collarbone. She loves that he loves when she marks him with a hicky.
She then moves down after smiling at the soft moans and groans he's making and the way he's shifting his hips as he subconsciously tries to create a little friction for his cock in his boxers.
She licks and nibbles on his male nipples that are as hard as her's have been.
Moving down she nips at his tone abs, marveling at how tone he is, she can see every muscle twitch as she does. Her hand moves down to slide up into his boxers lightly brushing his manhood, as his hips twitch at her touch. She cups his balls and lightly scratches them, listening to his sharp intake of breath.
She then removes her hand, smirking at his soft whine at the loss of her touch. It turns into a deep moan, when she starts to pull his boxers down, and he automatically lifts his hips, letting her pull them down to reveal her prize inside.
She pulls the boxers off and throws them over her shoulder, not caring where they end up. What she wants is standing tall, and rock hard, begging for her attention. She licks her lips, at seeing the head glisten from his pre-cum.
Her hand gently wraps around the base of his cock. Her thumb brushing the underside. She smiles looking up at Peter's face, his eyes are closed.
He's got a blissful look, that she loves to see.
She leans down to place the flat of her tongue, on the underside of his cock, she slowly licks up.
His hips lift to follow her tongue, but she pushes them back down, before she takes the head into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it, she sucks ever so slightly.
Peter gives a loud moan, as the muscles in his body tighten up, in anticipation.
Natasha slowly sucks on the head, taking her time, she lets her tongue hang down to lick up the underside of his cock every few minutes.
Then she relaxes her throat and putting her hand on his hip, to keep him from thrusting up to hard. She takes him all the way into her mouth.
She'd learned long ago, when she deep throats him, to make sure her hand's on his hip, so she can move up with him when his hips flex at her warm wet mouth taking him all the way down to his body. She hums watching as he moans and his hands grip the sheets, his fists are so tightly clinched she can see every arm muscle flex. She's made him tear holes in the sheets when she gets him really going.
It doesn't take long, before he starts whispering her name reverently, and saying he's close. She knows part of it is, she's that good, but part of it, Peter never lasts long, when she has him like this.
She moves her mouth back, until she's just sucking and licking the head. Just before his abs tighten and he opens his mouth in a silent scream, as his body arches up, as he releases into her mouth.
She swallows his fluids, until his body drops, panting as his body, seems to melt into the bed.
She gently keeps sucking, until his hands weakly come down to push her away, muttering "please." He's so overstimulated that his thigh muscles are weakly flexing because of the stimulation.
She releases his cock with a sloppy pop and smiles when he moans.
She works her way back up his body. Taking her time to taste his sweaty skin.
She always finds it amusing, that during training, his stamina is usually so good he rarely sweats, unless they push extra hard. However, every time she takes him into her mouth, he ends up sweating.
By the time she's moved up his body, he's 'up.' She really enjoys his spider-stamina. He usually will wear her out. Even when he does most of the work.
"God, I love you so much." Peter whispers with a soft smile, when he opens his eyes, to see her smiling down at him.
She loves how he can say stuff like that and make even those simple words, mean so much. She had never been so beautifully complimented before he started telling her things like that.
That plus, she can feel him growing hard again, against her waist.
Did she mention how much she loves his stamina.
Peter leans up to kiss her. His tongue mimicking what they are about to do.
She reaches down to grab him as he moans in her mouth, at her touch, to guide him to her center. Sometimes they drag it out, but today she needs him in her, now. She pushes his cock deep into her pussy as they swallow each other's moans.
She leans back as she slides all the way down his cock. Her thighs touching his hips, just stops for a moment, to enjoy the way he fills her.
And just how right it feels.
Peter isn't idle, he leans up to take one of her nipples into his mouth as he sucks and nibbles on them. His left hand gently running up her thigh, brushing her abs as it moves to start kneading her other breast.
Her head falls back as the wave starts to build, when his right-hand snakes down to start lightly brushing her clit.
Sometimes she gets so lost in the pleasure, he's giving her, that she forgets to move, and gets reminded when his hips start to squirm and his cock twitches inside her.
She starts to move up and down on him. Her arms wrapped around his head as she starts to thrust on his manhood. Her head drops forward as her eyes close in all the things he's doing to her.
Peter is losing his battle of being able to concentrate on pleasuring Natasha, with the wet heat that is gripping his cock, to the way her warm breath is softly brushing his neck to the moans and whimpers she's making.
She can feel them both close as she speeds up her thrusts. She starts to ride him harder, as he softly begs, "fuck me, Natalia, please, fuck me…"
She lays with him back on the bed as she uses her flexibility to keep sliding him in and out of her.
Her left-hand slides down to his right and they entwine fingers. Their mouths find each other's again as they keep pushing each other over the cliff.
Peter's left hand took over brushing her clit, pushing her that much faster over the edge, but she can tell he's right behind her.
When their orgasms hit, their entwined hands tighten, and Peter arches up, as her channel grips his cock. Natasha's head landed on Peter's shoulder and she bites him, to keep from crying out in the wave of pleasure.
She can feel his warm fluids shoot deep inside her.
She collapses on Peter and he wraps his free arm around her holding her close. He gently kisses her face, neck, whatever he can reach. In between he whispers how much he loves her.
She loves this part as much as when they are in the middle of the act. They cuddle together and they bask in the afterglow.
Resting for a few short minutes, before he's ready to go again. She feels so much love from his words and his touch, and the way their hands are still entwined.
Soon she moans at feeling him grow hard still inside of her, he'd softened a little, but still stayed inside of her channel.
Peter wrapped both arms around her and gently turned her onto her back. They kissed as Peter started to slide in and out of her.
"That's it baby, fuck me… please, fuck me…" Natasha whispered into his ears, as she nibbled on his earlobe.
Peter using his natural and unnatural flexibility to remain in contact with her and drive himself as deep into her channel as he can.
They entwined both of their hands as Peter nibbled on her neck, and then returned the favor from earlier by giving her, his own hicky.
She arched her back and they both moaned as her sensitive breasts brushed his chest.
He looked down and saw that her nipples are just begging for his mouth, so he has to oblige them. He alternates between each breast with his mouth as her hands' grips tighten in his.
This time he takes it slow, wanting to draw out their pleasure as much as possible.
Eventually they both need him to speed up, and soon he's thrusting into her hot wet channel faster with their breathy moans matching their increasing speed.
Soon she's urgently whispering, "пожалуйста... сильнее... ох, бля, не останавливай Питера... пожалуйста, не останавливайся…." (please... harder... oh fuck, don't stop Peter... please don't stop...)
Peter has just enough brain power left, to think, 'God, I love her accent.'
They both fall over that cliff as a huge orgasm hits them both at the same time.
It hit her so hard, she had two at the same time. Peter once again his mouth open in a silent scream as he arches his back, subconsciously trying to put his load as deep into her womb, as possible.
He collapsed onto his side, pulling her close as they spent several minutes just panting, to catch their breath.
They spent several minutes just touching, soft gentle caresses and kisses, to show their love for each other.
They spent a little while, just being content in each other's arms.
Natasha has always been able to read Peter, it was one of the many reasons she's the best person to train him, especially in the beginning when Peter wouldn't tell anyone if he was hurt physically, mentally, or even emotionally.
Later when Peter learned that it was okay for him to show weakness around the team. There are still times when he would revert, and she would have to step in to protect him from himself.
Now, after just having spent an hour making love to each other. She can tell he's got something bothering him. It's not a mystery, what his mind is chewing on… mentally.
She's just trying to figure out how long to let it go on before she says something.
"Peter, are you sure you really want to know?" She finally asked, she could have let him stew a bit longer, but she would rather have the subject out in the open and cleared up.
Peter winced, he knew she could tell, he'd been thinking hard, about something that had nothing to do with physics or chemistry or well you get the point. "I, uh, not exactly, but at the same time it's like an itch that won't go away…"
Natasha just snuggled closer to Peter, put her chin on his chest to look him in the eyes. "You think the best time to talk about my past… experience is right after we just made love, and we are both still naked?"
"No, I mean, guh, I know you are… were the black widow, I know you know what you're doing…."
"Peter, can I let you in on a secret, that will likely shock you?"
"I, uh… is it going to be a good shock?"
"I guess you'll just have to find out." Natasha countered.
"I don't want specifics, I know that's what guys say, but I really don't."
Natasha smiled, "Women don't really want specifics either, nobody wants to know about a person's past sexual experience. Not normally." She waited a few minutes to see what Peter would do, but he just continued to watch her as she watched him. She could honestly spend all day just laying there with him in their bed, naked. She looks deep into his eyes the color of warm chocolate. "Peter, it might surprise you to know, that you've had more sex then I have." Natasha stopped, she smiled when she saw the words register in Peter's mind, and he seem to freeze up. It's almost, like his brain shut down, but she can see his face making small facial twitches, like his body is wanting to react a certain way, but his brain is trying to override it.
Natasha just started to giggle, as she reached a hand up to touch one of the twitches. "Peter, do I need to reboot you?" she teased.
"No… I, uh… I…"
"Oh Peter, it's okay to react, I know it's a surprise." Natasha let her man off the hook, before he slipped a gear in his brain.
"I, okay, I believe you, but… how… how do you know?"
"Peter, you know that the title of black widow has a certain… reputation that comes with it."
"Yeah…"
"Well the truth is most of that is exaggerated. Starting back long before I earned the title. Peter, spies don't really have casual sex. James Bond isn't realistic. It's even more important for a female spy to be careful. There has been more then one spy, both male and female, that have forgotten and died due to casual sex. And those seduction missions, that have you so worked up?"
Peter nodded, again he looks like he's sucking on something slightly sour.
"99% of the time, it doesn't lead to sex. Most of them are completed before intercourse is even an issue. And yes, that includes me, I've had a lot of seduction missions, in my time as the black widow. However, none of them led to sex."
"Wait are you saying you're a…"
"A virgin?" Natasha asked.
"Well I know you're not now, but before…" Peter couldn't help but say.
Natasha giggled again. "No baby, I hate to break it to you, but I wasn't a virgin, the first time we made love."
"Oh, that makes sense…" Peter said, the sour look is back.
"You're such a guy." Natasha said smiling. "Peter, the reason I know you have had more sex then me, is you spent almost 2 years with MJ and you both had sex regularly."
Peter blushed slightly, he's not ashamed but still he doesn't like to talk about his sexual past, anymore then Natasha would want to hear about it.
"Peter, I want you to pay attention to what I'm about to tell you, because it will blow your mind. You are the first boyfriend I've ever had. You are the first man; I've ever fallen in love with."
This time Peter's mind did shut down. Natasha giggled again knowing he would react that way. She just laid there and watched Peter process what she's said.
"I'm… I'm the only man you will ever love?"
"I said you are the first man."
"I know, and since I don't plan on letting you get away, and you are the only woman I will ever love, and I want to be the only man you will ever love."
"That's a nice sentiment but realistically we can't know that."
"I know; however, I want to be unrealistic in this."
"I'd like that too; I want to be the only woman you ever love." Natasha, marvels at how far her life has come, just a few years ago, she was one of the most feared assassins. Her reputation alone often did half the work for her. Of course, there were times, when her reputation made her job harder.
Clint rescued her from what she knew, would be an early grave. That is the legacy of the black widow. They either outlive their usefulness, in the red room, and get 'retired' or one of their enemies gets in that lucky shot.
She didn't want to end up like that, so it wasn't that hard to take Clint up on his offer. She knew SHIELD was a safer choice then the red room or even hydra or one of the other little tinpot terrorist groups that always seem to pop up only to be quickly eliminated and their leftovers absorbed into another group.
Then she was given the best assignment of her life, to babysit a spoiled billionaire, superhero.
Because it led her, to the family she has now, and the man she loves.
The man she wants to spend the rest of her life with.
She never thought she would be here.
Like she told May a while back, growing up she never expected to have a stable life, or even be alive at this point.
Yet here she is, alive, in a stable happy relationship, she doesn't have to do jobs that leave her feeling dirty and unclean.
She loves and is loved by, the best man she knows.
This is a dream; she didn't even know she wanted… come true.
Peter watched Natasha get lost in thought and glad for the temporary reprieve. He still needed to process what she'd told him. After he thought about it for a few minutes, what she said made sense.
He'd always known that she didn't treat sex casually. That is one of the many things he loves about her.
Both of them, take matters of the heart seriously.
He gently caressed her face as he watched her thinking.
He could honestly spend the rest of his life, just laying here staring into her vivid green eyes. He's gotten better at reading her. But there are still times, he can't read the mystery, that swirls in their emerald depths.
He can tell right now she's feeling introspective. Likely thinking about her past and how far she's come. She will occasionally do that when they are talking about the future or his past, they rarely talk about her past.
He will never push but always listen. She has gotten better about opening up about her past. They have more in common then he expected.
He touched her cheek gently getting her attention. "My queen, may I interest you in a shower, so that I might worship your body?"
Natasha felt another pulse of desire rush through her, she thought, 'god if this man isn't turning me into a horny teenager.' They can't… or more accurately don't want to… stop.
She climbed out of the bed and smirked at the moan from Peter, at seeing her naked body. Even after just making love several times today, he's still turned on by her.
He jumps out to follow her, scooping her up in his arms to kiss her, as he uses his Spidey-sense to keep from tripping on anything in the short distance between the bed and the master bathroom.
She leans in to turn on the water and moans when Peter moves up behind her. His hands on her hips as he gently rubs himself, against her.
She felt his cock, once again hard, pressed against her ass.
When her scent hits his nose he smirks and says, "you are insatiable."
"Me?! You're the one that keeps turning me on."
"Seems only fair, since I can't get enough of you." He said a mix of love, awe and a little male pride.
She turned to wrap her arms around him, kissing him once, twice, before she softly added, "I can't get enough of you, either."
They step into the shower, she turns to wrap her arms around him, as he lifts her up, she reaches down to stroke his cock, then guide it to her eager pussy. They moan deeply as she sinks down on to his length.
His left hand goes against the shower wall, as his right holds her against him. She starts to rock on his length.
They are both too keyed up to draw it out, Peter leans down to take her nipples into his mouth. As she slides up and down on him.
Soon she arches her back as he releases another load in her.
They spend a few minutes just holding each other. Since he can bench-press buses, it's not like she's heavy.
They deeply kiss, as Peter holds her close to him.
Then she lifts off of his spent cock, and he sets her down. He grabs her shampoo and she relax into his touch as he washes her hair and body.
She returns the favor like she always does, then they dry off and make dinner for the night.
After relaxing for a while, they head to bed.