James understood now why she hesitated. Why she joked and flirted but kept distant. "You could have it." He said. "You act better than anyone. You could keep that part of your life hidden, I know you'd have the skill set to do that. Don't give up."
It was sweet how he tried to make her feel better. "James… You and I both know we can't hide from the organizations controlling us." She kissed him hard and slipped her hands around his torso under his jacket. Upon breaking the deep kiss she whispered, "It's nice that you said that to make me feel better. It's a risk I can't afford to take."
He nodded, "So two days... that's all I get?"
Natasha shut her eyes and grimaced, "Yes. After that I don't know what happens. Graduation is a secret. I know I start missions on my own. I'll be traveling, I think."
"Then we make this the best two days. What do you say? We live. We have no regrets, because in two days we won't know what will happen." He stood up and faced her as she still sat atop the table.
How could she say no. What was two days? She had kept the letter secret for months. She had hidden the feelings she had for longer. She could keep hiding them. Two days wasn't that long at all. "Two days. I'm in." She smiled as he lunged forward and kissed her hard. She shivered as his hands slid up her legs and pulled her by the hips closer to him.
His smile bloomed against her lips. "Let's go, there's so much to do." He tugged her after him.
Natasha seemed to lose all sense of time with him. They played all the games and won every single prize. Perks of their training. Natasha had fun seeking out children and giving them the prizes. There would be no way for either of them to get a prize back in and hide it.
"James…" She tugged on his shirt as he handed over more money to try and win a game he kept losing. She smiled, "You've spent too much already, you don't have to win a prize for every child here."
He laughed and tossed a ring that bounced off the grid again. She kissed his cheek and took his hand. "You're trying too hard. Be gentle." She ran her hand down his arm and circled her fingers around his wrist. Her head nestled on his shoulder as she gently mimicked the motion he'd need to do.
James tried again with her hand on his. A perfect shot. Natasha clapped and squeezed his shoulders. James pointed to a small bear, small enough to fit in her hand. "This one is for you." He smiled and set it in her palm. "You should be able to hide that."
Natasha smiled and leaned up on her toes and kissed him softly. "I love it." She tucked it into his pocket next to the pictures as she tugged him towards the rides. She lost track of time again as they rode the ferris wheel and a merry go round. They laughed as they ate bright pink cotton candy and shared a pretzel. Natasha had charmed her way into getting a beer and split it with him. Sometime after midnight the carnivals lights started shutting off.
"I don't want to go." Natasha whispered as he spun her one last time. They had settled for dancing near a band playing music.
James dipped her backwards and kissed her as he pulled her back up. "C'mon, Tasha we can take our time heading back."
She fell in step beside him, her arm looped through his. Somehow, they arrived back at the alley way sooner than expected. How did the walk seem so much shorter now?
She peeked up at her balcony and sighed. She looked up at him and smiled, "I had the best time."
He brushed a strand of her brilliant red hair back and kissed her again. More urgently than ever before. The type of kiss that made it hard to leave. That made her pulse hammer harder.
"James…" she breathed. Not sure if that was a warning to let her go or a plea for more.
Her fingers tugged at his shirt as he pressed her back into the brick wall and kissed her harder. His hands slid over her hips, his fingers cold from the chill of the night as they brushed against her lower back. James brushed his lips down her jaw, kissing the tender skin of her neck.
"You're making it so hard to go." She breathed softly, her hands pressed against the hard muscles of his stomach.
"You don't have to go…" He trailed off and nodded towards a ladder.
Natasha kissed him quickly, "Do you take all the girls to the carnival and get them to go back to your room?"
James looked like he didn't know what to say. She played like she was upset but broke into a smile. "Lead the way." She whispered. She had two days and she wasn't going to say no when it came to anything about him.
"You don't have…" He started as his thumb traced over her bottom lip.
"Shh… I want to." She smiled and looked up at him. "Let's go." She nudged him and eventually followed him to the ladder. She huffed, "You have a ladder. I had to shimmy down a pipe. Not fair."
"It's harder than you think." He smiled and started climbing. Natasha easily followed him up 4 stories. Much higher than her balcony. She knew that the winter soldier trainings were held on the floors above the red room. She had never been up to those floors. She realized the hard part when James leaned away from the ladder and pointed to a window about 6 feet from the ladder.
"There's holes from bricks I've worked out of the mortar." He started climbing over to the window. She watched carefully analyzing the spots he placed his hands and feet. He slid the widow open and disappeared for a moment before leaning out and motioning for her to follow.
The first few hand holds were easy. She soon realized she was smaller than James and couldn't reach the last few without dangerously over extending her grip.
"Tasha…" He whispered and leaned further to reach for her.
"I can do it." She breathed and locked her eyes on the next hole and leapt. She heard James suck in a deep breath as she burst forward and caught the next holding. In another short leap she reached the window and James tugged her in quickly. He shut the window and stilled. He hurried to the dark alcove and pushed her flat against the wall. Natasha heard the heavy thud of footsteps in the hallway.
They approached closer and paused for a moment before thundering away. She held her breath until no more sound was heard in the hallway. In a flash he grabbed her and hurried down the hall. She counted the doors, trying to remember exactly how she'd have to get out. 5 doors. End of the hall on the right. She engrained that in her memory.
James pushed open the door and whirled them inside before quietly shutting the door. Natasha moved to turn on a little lamp by the bed when his wrist caught hers.
"Shh…" he breathed, "No lights. They'll come in and check."
She nodded and looked around the dark room. Her eyes adjusting. "You have your own room.." She smiled, "I'm so jealous."
He laughed breathlessly, "It's for our protection. The trainings make us unstable some days. Roommates would just create problems." He talked in barely a whisper. "It's a jail cell."
She kissed him softly, "We both have our own prisons."
"Doesn't feel like a prison when you're here." He swept her into him, his hands sliding down her sides. He pushed her backwards and kissed her as she sat on the bed. He knelt and slid her boots off. Setting them down on the floor with precision and caution to not make any noise.
He slipped his shoes off and dropped his jacket on the chair at the end of the bed. Natasha scooted up the bed leaving plenty of room for him on the bed that seemed like it was too small for him and the other soldiers.
James laid down and turned to face her. Their bodies impossibly close together. His pillow smelled of him, the rich, heady scent she had grown accustomed to. His thumb brushed against her cheek as their eyes met for the longest time.
"What's going on in there?" He asked softly, his fingers dragging across her temple.
"Nothing.." She breathed, "And everything…" She smiled. "You."
His breathing quickened. His eyes full of need. Her hands brushed against his chest.
"Kiss me like you did in the alley." She breathed. She nodded as he looked over at her. Her admission that she wanted this as much as he did.
James' lips were on her in seconds. His hands roaming her skin beneath her shirt. She shivered as his engineered hand left a trail of goosebumps on her skin. James kissed down her neck while his hand efficiently tugged at the knot that held her shirt together.
His lips brushed over her shoulder, across her collarbones and across the soft swells of her breast. She breathed shallowly, her fingers brushing through his hair as she was lost in the feeling.
He slipped the shirt away after moments more of kissing her pale skin. His lips rested against the hollow under her ear. "Beautiful…" He breathed.
She murmured in response. Her fingers tugging at the buttons of his shirt as he held himself up above her. His shirt joined hers on the floor. Her eyes on the bionic arm, how the metal fused with his body. Her fingers danced over the joint. She leaned up and pressed her lips against the cool metal.
"Did it hurt…" She whispered. Her fingers tracing the scars. A question she had never asked him.
"I don't remember it happening." He sighed softly. "Can't hurt if I don't remember it." His lips captured her in a hard, deliberate kiss that told her he'd rather not talk now. His hand trailed down her stomach to her leggings. Her stomach fluttered while her hands tangled through his to trace the hard ridges of muscles spanning his chest and stomach.
In a swift tug he dropped her leggings to the floor. His hands skimming over her thighs as he pulled back from the kiss. Natasha leaned up and faced him as he sat back on his legs. Her fingers working down his chest, taking her time admiring him. She tugged at his belt and made quick work of the zipper. James simply watched as she took her time.
In moments the score was equal, their clothes shed on the floor. She smiled at him across the bed. She bit her lip and reach behind her back to unclasp her bra. James caught her hand as she dropped her bra to the floor. Tugging her back into him and pressing her down into the bed. His hands brushed across her chest. His lips sliding down against her throat.
"James.." She panted, her legs nestled around his hips.
"Shh.." He smiled and kissed her hard on the lips. His fingers tugging down her panties. He nestled between her legs and traced his hand down her side. His fingers sliding over her to the apex of her thighs.
Natasha gasped against his lips. Suddenly feeling more nervous that she had previously let on. James pecked her lips and looked down at her. "I can stop.." He breathed, his eyes worried.
She shook her head, "No… I've… I haven't.." She admitted. She didn't know much.
He smiled, "Don't worry, Tasha." He kissed her lips again. His fingers sliding between her legs.
Her eyes fluttered shut, his fingers drawing light circles around the most sensitive part of her. She whimpered and ran her hands down his back.
James smiled against her lips, his fingers moving faster. Natasha's body responded so well to him. His lips traveled to her shoulder as he teased a finger inside her.
"James…" She breathed, her hands pawing at his back. Sliding further down, she tugged at his underwear. Her quiet plea to take this further.
He slipped his underwear off and laid over her. His hands urging her legs around his hips. "Beautiful…" He whispered against her ear.
Natasha could feel him hard and wanting against her thigh. Not that it scared her. She was more afraid of her heart, and how it felt tangled in bed with this boy she shouldn't have feelings for.
James nipped at the flesh of her neck, laying hot kisses against her throat as he lifted her hip just right beneath him. In a swift thrust he entered her. Natasha gasped sharply, his lips covered hers. Stifling the noise. Her hands pressed against his broad back. He settled deep in her and passed the moments with feverish, heavy kisses.
Moments passed before Natasha lifted her hips, James sliding into her again. He thrust into her slowly. Lips pressed against her throat savoring the soft whimpers she couldn't stifle.
He thrust more urgently, capturing her lips when a moan escaped them. The last thing he wanted was to have one of the commanders open the door. He wasn't afraid of them punishing him. Others brought girls in. They were praised for it. Natasha was special. He didn't want her ridiculed or held to what ever severe punishment would await her in the Red Room.
Finding a rhythm was easy the way their bodies fit perfectly. "Yes… Tasha…" He breathed as her lips left a scorching trail down his neck. Her hips writhing under his urgently.
Natasha's nails spurred into his lower back as his deep, firm thrusts drove her towards her release. "J..James!" She moaned airily.
He smiled and pressed his lips to hers, eager to give her exactly what she needed. His thrusts sped up as he staved off his release, wanting to see her to hers first. Those delicious noises she made, silenced against his lips fueled him on.
Natasha's hands clawed at the sheets under her as her body arched into his. He kept his lips glued to his as she came. Her body writhing under him was all he needed. He pulled from her and stroked himself quickly into his release.
Natasha sank into his pillows, breathing shallowly as she came down from her high. James laid beside her, pulling to towards his chest. She rested her chin against his chest and smiled.
James' lips pressed against her forehead as he breathed. "Natasha…"
"Mmm.." She murmured. Turning to look up at him. Her eyes falling on the clock on the wall. She had to go soon. She knew Madame and her teachers did bed checks at 2 AM infrequently. She had to be back before then. She kissed him hard on the lips. A long desperate kiss.
"Commanders stop patrols for 10 minutes around this time." He offered softly. "I want you to stay…"
She smiled and pressed a finger to his lips. "Shhh.. It'll be okay.." She kissed him quickly and stood up. She slipped her clothed back on, ignoring the tenderness between her legs and the blood smear on his sheets. She was dressed in seconds and stood by the door. She waved quickly and turned. James moved swiftly after putting on his pants and kissed her again.
"If it were anywhere else, I wouldn't let you leave." He breathed against her ear.
Natasha pecked his lips and nodded. "I.." She started and thought better of saying such things. The way she felt had no place here. "I'll see you later, right?" she whispered.
"I'll leave a note."
Natasha smiled and slipped out of the room. She zipped through the hallway and outside the window in seconds. It wasn't hard getting back to her balcony or back up to it. She was in bed seconds before Madame and two teachers did a bed check.
