The heavy eyelids of the Russian slowly opened like the curtains at the start of a play. Golden sunshine shone heartily through the gap in the blinds, splashing warmth onto the soft façade of Natasha. Her vision was slightly blurred and there was a blend of tastes swimming round the mouth of the spy, predominantly alcohol with a dash of something unfamiliar. Licking her lips in attempt to put a name to the flavour, her eyes grew exceedingly wide. Quickly turning her head to the side and looking down at the once tidy floor of her bedroom she examined the undergarments that littered the carpet. Last night wasn't a dream.

Slipping out from underneath the silk sheets, Nat placed both her feet firmly on the ground. She stood up and stretched lazily, rubbing her eyes with the rear of her hand. Walking out the bedroom and into the hallway the sweet smell of sex in her nostrils was replaced by the delicious scent of home cooking. The faint sound of out of tune singing and a radio could be just about heard in the distance. Natasha was almost scared to open the door to the kitchen, yet she entered anyway, a big grin plastered on her face.

"Good morning, sugar!" There was a great enthusiasm in Maria's voice as she spoke. She wore a white dressing gown and a cream apron was draped over her front. Her back was to Natasha but she must have sensed her arrive. The brunette was cooking a fry up breakfast, complete with extra crispy bacon.

Strolling up behind Maria, Natasha reverse hugged her, standing on tiptoes and resting her own chin on the other's shoulder, watching Maria expertly work away at the food.

"Morning, sweetie!" The tone of language used between the two of them had drastically changed overnight. This confused Natasha a little, seeing as she'd not really ever known Hill to be like this. "You know, I didn't realise I even had half of this food…"

Maria smirked, retorting playfully. "You don't spend much time at home, do you?"

Exhaling softly, Natasha released her grip on Maria. "Nope, I'm very dedicated to my work, as you know." She leant back against a cupboard, continuing to observe Maria from more of a distance.

"Miss Romanoff, you and me both know that isn't true! You spend most of your time making paper airplanes out of paperwork and then visiting me." Maria scoffed, beginning to serve up the breakfast onto two plates.

Nat repeated playfully. "Yeah, dedicated."

Raising an eyebrow, Maria glanced over at Natasha. "I like your choice of clothes today, by the way, very flattering."

Looking more than somewhat confused, Natasha directed her eyes downwards. She blushed a deep crimson, biting her lower lip as she realised she was completely naked.

Laughing loudly, Maria offered sympathy, reminding Natasha of the previous evening once more. "It's fine, it's nothing I haven't seen before. Plus, I kinda like it anyway." The American woman bit her bottom lip in a seductive manner.

"And why doesn't that surprise me?" The redheaded woman grinned. "I guess I'll go put some clothes on-…"

Maria was swift to interrupt. "Nu-uh. I didn't just cook you up this breakfast for it to go cold on the table while you spend 10 minutes trying to pick an outfit. And like I said, I enjoy it when you're like this."

"You like seeing me naked and a complete mess? You have a strange taste in women, Hill." Natasha's words were sprinkled with a joking tone. She picked up a nightgown from the washing basket and slipped into it, receiving a glare from Agent Hill as she did so. The Black Widow wanted to please Maria, but at the same time she still felt uncomfortable being naked around her in a situation like this.

"Are you surprised I have a taste in women at all?" Maria was genuinely intrigued as she placed the two plates down on the dining table, pulling the chairs out and perching on the seat of one.

Sitting down across from the other, thinking briefly, Natasha answered with confidence. "Yeah, I guess I am." Looking back, Nat remembered that Maria had never openly told her about her sexual orientation and this is what had caused some original worry in the first place. The spy had really expected Hill not to be interested in women, but luckily for her that was not the case.

"Well, when I look at it, love is between two souls. The vessels which house the souls shouldn't come in the way of love, not ever. And that is why I 'swing both ways'." Maria smiled cutely up at the other woman as she began to eat.

Mulling this over, Natasha also started on her food. Her thoughts then found their way back to the previous evening, flashes of pleasure and excitement rushing through her brain. As she reached a specific point in the night Tasha stopped in her tracks as something dawned on her.

"Last night, right before we engaged in…" Her voice trailed off as she searched for the correct words. "…Before we engaged in intimacy, you said we shouldn't. What changed your mind?"

"I guess you were too busy engaged in your own feelings to notice mine, these past few months, Miss Romanoff."

Natasha stared at Maria's face intently for an instant. "You're not usually the type to let your feelings be noticed, in fairness."

"True." Maria nodded acceptingly.

"You still haven't answered my question." Natasha liked to pry.

"What changed my mind?" The Agent sat pensively. "I must say, Natasha, to start off with I was nervous. Scared, even. Not necessarily of you, but more of me. I mean, I can count the amount of relationships I've had in my life on one hand and still have some fingers left over."

Natasha gestured for her to continue. "Carry on."

"I just… I looked into your eyes and I saw exactly what I wanted. You."

It took a while for the Redhead to take in what had just been said and once it had all registered, she really didn't want to ruin the moment, and nor did Maria. They both finished their breakfast in silence and stayed quiet, admiring each other extensively.

Natasha breathed out before finally breaking the peace. "I need to go shower. I'd invite you to join me, but I really haven't recovered from last night yet." She winked spiritedly. "I'll see you in a bit?"

"Well, I'm not going anywhere, so I guess you will." Maria was trying to wipe a smile off her face, but she wasn't succeeding.

Smirking, Natasha mused teasingly. "Try not to miss me."