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Warnings for child abuse, mentioning of past training children to seduce adults, the death of a child and possessiveness.
Songs of beauty
"You were taught how to sing by the Red Room?" Clarke Griffin asked, startled, even if she wasn't sure why she was surprised by this. It should have been apparent, as the Red Room people had had to have trained Natasha Romanoff, born Natalia Alinovna Romanova, for the entirety of her life until she burned the Red Room down and killed Dreykov's daughter, so Natasha had all the type of "training" that made her appealing to particular men, and perhaps some women.
Men and women that Natasha would have ideally been targeting and assassinating.
Natasha slowly sat down onto the edge of the bed, looking up at Clarke, smiling playfully. "Would you like to hear me sing?" She asked softly.
Clarke felt heat reach her cheeks and nodded. "Yeah, of course," she said, "I mean, if you feel comfortable and want to. But if you don't want to-"
Natasha shook her head. "It's fine, Clarke," she said, practically cooing, "It's alright, love. Promise. Go on, sit down."
Clarke nodded and sat down slowly onto a chair in front of Natasha's desk and faced her mate and lover.
Natasha smiled at Clarke, raised her head, then began to sing.
Natasha's voice sang out, her deep alto voice causing Clarke to shiver with each lyric, each word.
At Clarke's delighted shiver, Natasha's lips curved into that wicked smile that Clarke loved and caused such arousal, excitement and fear to be spiked in her, as Natasha kept singing, a look of pure pleasure forming on the redhead's face, feeling pleased at Clarke's reaction to the singing.
Natasha was singing in Russian. And while Clarke didn't understand a good portion of the words sung out, only understanding one or two words here and there, she felt herself sagging almost in sedated, as she felt herself being soothed with each lyric of the song, each low, gentle alto tone in Natasha's voice as she sang.
She sagged in her seat and as she felt Natasha's words caressing her, she was unable to help but look at Natasha desperately.
Natasha's smirk widened as her green eyes took in Clarke's reaction, and she reached her left hand out to Clarke in offering as she kept singing.
Clarke swallowed and nodded, forcing herself up off the chair and walked over to Natasha.
She lowered herself, taking Natasha's hand and Natasha pulled Clarke down till Clarke was on her lap.
Natasha held Clarke on her lap and held Clarke to her possessively, her arms wrapping around Clarke's waist as Clarke leaned her head against Natasha's breasts and Natasha kept singing to her.
Natasha would have laughed in joy, not in amusement or mocking, but in total joy at how docile her little girl was, how attentive she was, unable to keep the wonder from her mind. Clarke had been put through so much, was basically feral. But around Natasha, she was so docile somehow.
Natasha kept her right arm around Clarke's waist and brought her left hand up to Clarke's white-blonde hair as she kept singing. She knew that Clarke didn't understand the song, but she also didn't realize that the song was more or less Natasha's vow of devotion to her little girl, to her darling.
It was a song about an older woman singing of her love and devotion to a younger woman whom she had fallen in love with. Supposedly, it was from a woman who had been around during the beginning of the forming of the tribes, after the bombs and the radiation, and the woman whom she had fallen in love with had both been younger than her and had been from another tribe.
Natasha watched as Clarke closed her eyes, resting against Natasha's breasts, looking so utterly content.
Natasha still smirked, satisfied.
Perhaps it was a good thing that Clarke didn't understand most of the words that Natasha was singing out.
Because a reoccurring lyric in the song, and was the last lyric of the entire song was, 'And you will never leave me, darling, because you are mine and I am yours, and I will keep you safe always. But never forget, my dove, we belong to each other. So don't ever try to escape me, love."
Natasha's smirk then became victorious as Clarke snuggled completely into her, a content smile on Clarke's face as Clarke closed her blue eyes.
Completely and utterly Natasha's, as Natasha was Clarke's.
She knew she'd have to share Clarke with Clarke's other romantic partner soulmates, eventually, for Clarke's sake, but she wanted to have this to herself. If only for a while.
