Climbing Trees

The sun was shining, a breeze was blowing, and the freshly mowed grasses was greener and smelled sweeter than Natasha had experienced in a long time. She and Peggy lay under a Oak tree on the outskirts of Tony's property in upstate New York. The tree had a lovely canopy providing shade from the sun, but still allowing flecks of light to dance across their bodies.

Nat was casual in faded blue jeans and loose white t-shirt while Peggy wore Khaki cargo shorts and a Navy muscle shirt. As usual, the brunette had her hair in a ponytail, but her normal blocky glasses had been replaced by a pair of tortoise shell Ray-Bans. Nat thought she looked hot, all bulging delts and and sculpted calves.

Nat turned her head to look at the old oak, which caused Peggy to stir. Nat's head lay on her upper thigh as Peggy rested her head and back against one of trees massive roots.

"Have I told you how much I love climbing this tree?" Natasha asked, casually.

"I didn't know you liked climbing trees?" Peggy replied.

"Not trees in general," Nat said, reaching up and letting her fingers play along the other woman's bicep and into the crook of here elbow. "Just this one."

"That tickles," the former SSR agent said, as goosebumps rose on her arm. "What makes this tree so special?"

Natasha sat up against Peggy's rigid thigh. She looked into those deep brown eyes and sighed. Flicking her eyes up, she said. "Strong branches for one. I can't very well climb a tree that can't hold me,
right?"

"I suppose not," Peggy agreed, wondering where Nat's tangent thought process was headed.

"And, the leaves, you know," Nat continues, looking at the tree and back at her girlfriend. "They provide great protect for surveillance."

Peggy knitter her brows in confusion. "Who or what are you spying on out here? Acres of green grass?"

Nat let the comment pass as she stood and held her arms out to the oak as if to hug it. "You know what of my favorite things is about climbing this tree? Knots. The curvature of them and the roundness. They protrude from the trunk. The shape of them is truly glorious."

"They are usually indented aren't they?" Peggy said from he crossing her outstretched legs and appraising her boat shoes. "They stick out but have a hole in them. Not sure I get the glory in that, Babe."

"It's a hand hold, Cap?" The Black Widow entreated, reaching out and flexing her hand at the well proportioned woman on the ground. "Don't you get it. For climbing?"

"Where are you going with this, Nat?" Peggy asked, lost in weirdness of it all. "I'm not following."

In a lightning quick motion, Nat sprang toward her love and straddled her across her waist, placing her arms on Peggy's shoulders, kneading the hardened tissue below. "Branches," Nat said, leaning forward and kissing the shoulder carefully. Rising and going to Peggy's left she kissed it as well. The brunette leaned forward to kiss Natasha on the mouth. The blonde evaded the attempt, shaking her head seductively, and drawing her fingers in a soft caress along her lover's jawline.

Natasha glided her fingers along each of Peggy's temples where her ponytail kept her luxurious, chocolate locks confined. In another swift motion, the hair tie was gone and flash flood brown hair fell about her neck. "Leaves," Nat whispered along her cheek, rising slightly on her knees to pepper Peggy's hair.

Peggy's calm was breaking. She clamped he hands on to the Widow's hips. She was starting to under stand. As Nat kissed her hair, familiar nipples pressed against the thin white cotton of the t-shirt. It was all Peggy could do not to take one into her mouth. The kisses on her hair ceased and Nat rested back on her haunches, her green eyes boring into Peggy's own.

"What do you think is next, Cap?" Natasha teased. "I think she should could climbing with me next time."

"If I r-recall, next is k-knots," Peggy pales neck and face were flushed bright pink.

"And what are knots good for when climbing, Peggy?" Nat whispered, leaning into touch her forehead to her lover's.

"Hand h-holds."

"Hand holds," Nat repeated, placing each of her hands over the taught nipples protruding from the navy active wear and squeezing gently. "How's my grip?"

Peggy's breath hitched as the dual sensation of her fondles nipples sent signals to her core. Nat had had her fun and Captain Carter was about to turn the tables. "I suggest a firmer grip, Little Girl. The weather is about to change." With that, Peggy bent her knees and leaned forward, both of Nat's hands latched to her breasts and edged her way up the root the the lower trunk. Planting each of her hands on Natasha's ass, she pulled the smaller woman close to her as swung them both 180 degrees, pressing Nat perhaps a little hard against the tree trunk. Nat's hands had lefts her breasts and were now wrapped tightly around her neck.

Natasha kissed Peggy passionately, aroused by being pressed knocked against the tree. The kisses were not gentle as the two tried desperately to overpower each others mouths. Finally, Nat bit Pegg'ys lower lips, drawing blood. "Trunk," Natasha grunted.

"I see, now, what you mean, Nat," Peggy said, tonguing the inside of her bleeding lip, some of coating her lower and upper lip. Grabbing handful of Nat's colored blonde hair, she pulled gingerly, causing the back of Nat's head to hit the harsh bark.

The Widow gasped loudly at the pull of her hair and minor pain in her skull. Peggy pressed her open mouth over Nat's kissed her hard, sharing the blood, the other had drawn.

"You know what else a tree has, Nat, Hmm?" Peggy demanded.

Nat's eyes narrowed and she sneered. "Rings, I imagine. To show their age!"

Peggy's arousal was peaked. Her hips pressed into Natasha's center which was open given her legs were hanging on her study hips.

"A-hem!" came the clearing of a throat which was purely perfunctory, in order to gain attention. "If the teenagers are done making out behind the bleachers we have work to do."

A bucket of cold mortification was poured over Peggy and Nat's inflamed passion. Still standing with her back to the intruder, Peggy said: "It's Tony, right?"

Nat, who was looking Tony Stark in the face, whispered: "Yeah. Tony."

Peggy set Natasha down on the ground and straightened her shorts and shirt. Natasha did the same. Both grown women flushed with excitement and embarrassment, stood ready to take whatever sarcastic sword Stark was going to wield.

He just stood there. Silently looking at them.

"How long have you b-been there?" Peggy stammered.

Stark fidgeted, impatiently,pulling off his sun glasses and absently pointing them at the women. "Long enough to hear your little arborist lesson. Like I said, let's go. Time's a wastin' as my father used to say."

"You've been here the whole time?" Peggy cried, her British accent intensifying.

Tony looked around nervously. There was no one in sight, but the three of them. "Not here, here. But I heard. I was...up there?" He raised a hand that was immediately consumed by Iron Man's glove. It dissolved just as quickly.

"Oh my GOD!" Peggy said, covering her face ill shame.

"This place isn't that remote," Tony continued. "And, you weren't really hiding."

Nat swallowed hard, biting the inside of her cheek to regain her own control. "You're not helping, Tony."

"Listen, what you two have going on is your own business. It's not my place to tell you what to do. But next time, get a room. There are plenty of them inside. Look, we'll keep this between the three of us.

Stark's Iron Man suit encapsulated his entire body this time as the light flew on in his eye slits. "Briefing in 15, Ladies. I expect to see you there." With that he rose into the sky and disappeared.

Peggy turned to Nat, grief stricken. "I can't bloody believe this."

Nat said noting but hugged her tightly placing her head against her Captain's ample chest. "Don't worry about him, Peggy. He can be an ass most of the time, but he knows when to keep things to himself."

"I feel like punching the lights out of the little eyes slits of his," Peggy said, still furious.

"Peggy," Nat said, softly. "Don't worry about him. He's...Tony. He's not malicious. Most of the time. Let's head back. You okay?"

"Fine."

"If it makes you feel any better, I like to finish what I start."

"Yeah," Peggy said, raising an eyebrow in interest. "I've hear that about you."

"Especially, when it comes to climbing trees."

*Note: This started out a Drabble. However, of late, when it comes to Peggy and Nat, I can't keep it short and I can't keep their hands off each other. I hope you enjoy and will return for more down the line.

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