Disclaimer: Do not own Marvel, DC or The 100
Warnings talk of Natasha's childhood, which was being groomed to sleep with targets to get what she wanted.
Is a sequel to "Agony of dreams," "Of broken promises," "Come find me," and "I will always be with you."
Her call is irresistible
It had been only a few days after Natasha Romanoff and Clarke Griffin, with the help of Yelena Belova, Melina Vostokoff and Alexei had taken down the new Red Room and Dreykov.
Clarke still wanted to kill Alexei for what he had done to Natasha and Yelena.
Her being the romantic partner soulmate of Melina Vostokoff, as well as to Yelena and Natasha was bad enough-when Melina had betrayed Natasha and Yelena too, as well as Alexei had, was bad enough.
But Natasha and Clarke assured them that they'd stay in touch.
And Yelena and Melina would hold them to that. Now that Yelena had her sister back, and had met her romantic partner soulmate, Clarke, finally, and now that Melina had both her children back and had her romantic partner soulmate, Clarke too, they weren't just going to turn their back on either Natasha or Clarke.
Natasha and Clarke had given their story to Ross and had held him to it-waiting for him to make his choice. And it had worked. He had let them go in exchange for the Red Room.
They and the rest of Captain America's team was now free of being pursued.
After that, Natasha asked if Clarke wanted to go back to her home in Norway, just to be there for a while, before they reconnected with any of the other Avengers.
Clarke had looked at Natasha, startled at that.
Natasha had smiled as they got close to Norway and said, "We can't let Yelena, Melina and Alexei and the rest of the Widows track down the rest of the Widows that Dreykov is controlling without help, right? We should get the rest of the Avengers and ally them with Yelena's group. But before that, I'd like you to see my home in Norway."
Clarke's eyes widened at that.
That, she hadn't thought of.
But Natasha was right.
The Avengers would be a great help to Yelena and the rest of the Widows. And SHIELD certainly would see the benefit of helping with freeing the Widows that were scattered worldwide.
Captain America, the Falcon, Ant-Man, the Wasp, Hawkeye, Quicksilver, Scarlet Witch-one of Clarke's other many romantic partner soulmates, Bucky, the Hulk, Thor, Natasha and Clarke herself could help a good deal.
Hell, maybe Rhodey, Tony and T'Challa would help too.
"I see your point," She said to Natasha, "About the Avengers, I mean. Maybe the X-Men and the Justice League will help too." She then added, seeing Natasha looking at her expectantly, "Alright…let's say I wanna see where you live right now," she looked at Natasha closely, "Why do you want me to see your place?"
Natasha smiled, "Because I'd like you to see it. That's all. I have to warn you, it's a trailer. Nothing very homey about it."
Clarke shrugged. "I'm not expecting a mansion," she said, smirking, "Or even an apartment building or house. I guess I'm okay with seeing it," she paused, glaring, "Is that ass-wipe that you got the helicopter from going to be there?"
Natasha fought a chuckle when she heard that. "Rick?" She asked, unable to help the affection from leaking into her voice, "Oh, Clarke, you don't have to worry about him."
Clarke huffed, "I don't?"
Natasha lifted her eyebrows. "Clarke," she said, "What's the matter? I thought you didn't want to be with me anymore after I sided with Ross?"
Clarke winced. "I…," she looked down at the ground, not speaking for a while.
Natasha sighed. She knew that Clarke still wanted to be with her. She knew that Clarke did. She knew that Clarke hadn't meant her words when she said that she didn't want to be with her or didn't trust her.
She knew that Clarke still wanted to be with her. Still wanted her. Still loved her. But she needed Clarke to acknowledge it. They needed to talk about this.
They could never move on, unless they talked about this.
"Clarke," Natasha said, "Talk to me. Why are you jealous of Rick Mason? If you don't want anything to do with me?"
"That isn't…," Clarke said, shaking her head, "It isn't exactly that. I mean, it's part of that. But don't dishonor yourself," she glared at Natasha.
This? This surprised Natasha.
Natasha asked, frowning, "What does that mean, Clarke?"
Clarke said, grimacing, "You're homosexual. We both know that. The only reason why you slept with any men is for what reason?"
This was not a game. Both Clarke and Natasha knew the answer.
Natasha sighed, "Because I had to. I was ordered to by the people of the Red Room."
"Right," Clarke said firmly, "And now you're dishonoring yourself? Not being true to yourself by entertaining this little shit's infatuation with you?"
Natasha tried not to snort. Yes, she had entertained Rick Mason's interest in her, though she had no interest in him whatsoever. She just could never be sexually attracted to men. It just didn't work. Clarke was bisexual. Natasha wasn't. She had only used her sexual wiles on men, because she had had to and had been trained to.
As for Rick? Well, his intrigue made him easier to manipulate and to bring her what she wanted, wasn't it?
And well,…Clarke's reactions regarding Rick Mason had just been so worth it.
Every time Clarke had glared at Rick and had looked ready to tear his head off, Natasha hated to say it, but found herself being overjoyed. If only to see such murderous jealousy all over Clarke's face, Natasha would perhaps use Rick's infatuation with her to her advantage.
Because it meant that Clarke still loved her. Still wanted her.
Seeing Clarke threaten Rick, while troubling, warmed Natasha's heart.
Her beloved could use as much bravado as she wanted. But she still wanted to be with Natasha.
She could pretend all she wanted. But Natasha knew.
"Don't worry," Natasha said, "He won't be there. I sent him a message and asked him not to be there."
Clarke nodded, not seeming to be put off by Natasha having messaged him. "Alright," she said, "I'll come with you to see your place."
Natasha smiled.
The two of them went to Natasha's trailer.
Natasha had said that they could use a train or a plane, if Clarke wanted and Clarke awkwardly shook her head and said, "No. No, I can carry you. If you're alright with that."
Natasha nodded, fighting a smile.
Clarke picked up Natasha, holding her up with both the godlike being's arms, looking at Natasha timidly.
Natasha smiled lovingly at Clarke and Clarke swallowed.
"I trust you, Clarke," Natasha said simply, and those four words had said it all.
Clarke lifted herself up off the ground and flew off with Natasha in her arms, going in the direction of Norway and in the direction of Natasha's trailer.
Clarke landed only a ten minutes later, down on the ground, with her speed and lowered Natasha down onto the ground gently, and no, Natasha in no way missed how gentle Clarke was when the younger woman placed her down on the ground.
Natasha smiled as Clarke stepped away from her, relishing every moment Clarke had spent, handling Natasha like she was made of glass.
Like Natasha was the most precious being in the world to her.
The two women faced the silver trailer.
"Well, you weren't kidding," Clarke said, chuckling, "This really is a trailer."
Natasha nodded, "No help for it," she confessed, "I liked to picture it being a log cabin with a fireplace. Hopefully where both of us could live."
Clarke tensed at that, but said nothing as she followed Natasha into the trailer.
The trailer was narrow, of course, as all trailers were. But it was weirdly spacious inside.
Clarke looked around the kitchen, sniffing.
The place still had Natasha's old scent in it before now, even though between their trip to take down the Red Room, and negotiating things with Ross, Natasha hadn't been in this trailer for almost two weeks.
"It's nice," Clarke confessed.
"For a trailer?" Natasha asked, voice teasing, as she smiled at the younger woman.
Clarke chuckled. "Yeah," she confessed, "For a trailer."
Natasha smirked, walking across the kitchen floor, left hand reaching out and gently brushing her palm against Clarke's lower back, causing the younger woman to stiffen up and let loose a small growl.
Natasha smirked. She recognized THAT sound.
Natasha trailed past Clarke, noting that it was beginning to get dark out, through the window.
She went to her bed, nodding to it. "It's big enough for us both, love."
Clarke glanced at the bed and noted, yes, the bed was big enough for the both of them to sleep on.
Clarke had half a mind to ask Natasha if the older woman had asked for a queen-sized bed with the knowledge that Clarke would arrive one day but stopped herself. She suspected the answer already.
No, she suspected, Natasha didn't know that Clarke would be here. But she hoped that Clarke would come.
So, Clarke instead asked the question she supposed was more fitting. She asked, "Did you get the queen-sized bed before or after you sent me the first of the letters, with this address, asking me to find you?"
Natasha sent an almost innocent glance over her left shoulder at Clarke-emphasis on "almost," a smirk on her face, "Before, obviously."
When Clarke frowned-certain that she had been right, Natasha continued, "I planned in advance. When I started writing the letters, I got the new bed and got rid of the old standard twin one. After that? Then I actually sent the letters."
Clarke's eyes widened as she absorbed that.
Oh.
She shouldn't have been surprised. It was Natasha. The woman had never done anything half-assed or without full calculated thought behind it.
In other words, Natasha had definitely hoped Clarke would find her. And had hoped would join her in bed, like always.
"Are you angry I did it?" Natasha asked, already knowing the answer.
Clarke shook her head.
"No," she confessed, "But I don't…know if I can sleep next to you right now."
"That's alright," Natasha said, hearing the doubt in Clarke's voice and knowing that the younger woman wasn't sure she could keep that self-proclaimed restraint. "I understand. There's a couch I can sleep on."
"Don't," Clarke said, "I'll take the couch. It's your home, after all."
Natasha sighed as Clarke went to the couch and sat down on it, kicking her shoes off.
Natasha nodded, but decided that she could play dirty at this stage in time, as she knew that Clarke still deeply loved her and still deeply wanted to be with her.
So, when it got later and after Natasha and Clarke watched a couple of movies, both comedies-albeit, dark comedies, they headed off to bed, Clarke changing in the bathroom into her shorts and T-shirt for the night, and Natasha kicking her shoes off and waiting for Clarke to come out.
When Clarke got out of the bathroom, after changing and brushing and flossing her teeth, she said, nodding to the bathroom, "Alright. Bathroom's free."
Natasha smiled and quietly thanked Clarke, then proceeding to take her shirt off in front of Clarke.
Clarke swallowed and stepped back. Natasha smiled and dropped her shirt onto the floor, proceeding to take her belt and pants off and stepping out of them as her pants pooled to the floor, her movements very deliberately dainty.
She could feel Clarke's eyes burning into her, even as Natasha turned her back to the younger woman and began to move her hands behind her to unclip her black, lacy bra.
Natasha slowly turned her head to look over her right shoulder at Clarke, smirking coyly and unclipped her bra, letting the scrap of clothing drop to the floor with the rest of her garments.
Clarke could feel her throat getting dryer by the second.
And she watched as Natasha reached for the waist of her black, lace panties and could feel the heat shooting to her groin as Natasha let loose an exaggerated moan as she pushed those panties down her long legs.
Clarke's breath came out weakly as Natasha let the panties dangle around her ankles, her left leg stepping out from them, then kicking the underwear off to the side with her right leg, then the redhead turned to the big bed.
Clarke watched and listened to Natasha moan again as she pulled the large, fluffy covers back from the mattress, allowing Natasha room to climb up onto it.
Of all the strange things for Clarke to notice in that very moment, she took note of the fact that the blinds of the windows behind Natasha's bed, were down and closed, so that no one could see inside the bedroom.
Clarke supposed she should be grateful for that. She knew she didn't deserve to look upon Natasha's beauty, the redhead's ethereal gorgeousness, her profound divinity.
But no one else did, either.
Clarke's eyes traveled all over Natasha's body, relieved to see that all of the bruises that Natasha had accumulated over the course of her, Clarke, Yelena, Melina and Alexei's fight against Dreykov and his forces were patched up. Save for the cut that one of the brainwashed Widows' hooks had done to Natasha's left shoulder, but that had been stitched up now. Clarke kept that in the back of her mind, and knew that if she ended up in bed with Natasha tonight, she would have to be very, very careful of those injuries.
She mentally kicked herself for thinking that. Because there was no way that she would get into bed with Natasha after what Natasha had done.
But even as she had promised herself that thought, she could feel herself weakening just at the sight of Natasha like this.
She could see Natasha perfectly in the dark, and watched, her heart in her throat as she watched Natasha turn to her, that smile still on her face, that same exact knowing smile and Clarke watched as Natasha reached her right hand out to Clarke in offering.
"Let me keep you warm, Clarke," Natasha crooned.
Clarke groaned.
She wished she was strong enough to resist. But as soon as she heard those words, saw that alluring look on Natasha's face, she knew her resolve would crumble immediately.
Natasha got up onto the bed, lying on her left thigh, her body pose-yes, Clarke could acknowledge that it was a pose, and Yelena would have laughed at her admitting that, and as she watched Natasha seated back like that, her hand offering, those half-hooded emerald-green eyes flashing with desire and yearning, Clarke knew that she couldn't resist.
Natasha's call was irresistible, so, it was to be expected.
Clarke got up on the bed, taking Natasha's hand, a whimper leaving her throat as she allowed herself to be pulled by Natasha's into the Black Widow's embrace, melting against Natasha as Natasha held her close, kissing her deeply.
Clarke moaned into Natasha's mouth as the two of them stood on their knees against each other on the bed, and felt Natasha wrapping the blanket around Clarke's body. Natasha sucked on Clarke's tongue tenderly, making Clarke whimper and moan, losing control of herself and grinding against Natasha. Natasha smirked into the kiss.
Natasha looked down at Clarke's arm, and Clarke followed Natasha's gaze, seeing where Natasha was looking. At Clarke's arm that had the marriage bracelet on it. Which Clarke still hadn't taken off. Clarke swallowed. It was dark, but she was sure that Natasha could see the outline of the marriage bracelet in the dark. She was sure of it, because she could see Natasha smirking almost triumphantly. Clarke's eyes found Natasha's own marriage bracelet. Which remained on her lover's arm. Outside of bathing and sleeping, Clarke had never parted from the bracelet.
Natasha thankfully made no comment about the bracelet, but then pulled away and purred as Clarke looked at her desperately, hungrily, "There's a problem, malen'kiy," she said, "You're wearing too many clothes."
Clarke paused, looking down at her own body, seeing yes, she did indeed have far too many clothes on.
"Right," Clarke said, nodding, flushing a little, grateful for the distraction from the bracelets, and she gave a smile, "I guess I should fix that."
When Clarke was naked, Natasha tried to push closer to Clarke, but Clarke grabbed Natasha by her hips and turned, slowly lowering herself to the bed, so that she was on her back and Natasha was on top of her as Clarke said softly, "I'm not risking you opening your wounds. Be careful."
Natasha nodded, nuzzling against Clarke's throat as she began to grind her cunt against Clarke's, whispering, "I love you so much."
Clarke whimpered, closing her eyes as she whimpered, "I love you, Nat."
Natasha smirked as she ground into Clarke, pleased that she had succeeded in luring Clarke back into her bed.
She had no plans of Clarke ever leaving her again.
Author's note:
I'm most likely going to write a long fic about Clarke, Natasha, Yelena, Melina and Alexei taking the Red Room down, but this was the "after the events" fic. And yes, I'll probably have the Avengers join in looking for the widows across the world. Because a plot like that? You're telling me SHIELD didn't have more concern about Black Widows being sent out and controlled all over the world and trying to control world leaders? That's ridiculous that SHIELD didn't get more involved in that plot.