Disclaimer: Do not own Marvel or The 100

Come to your mommy

Clarke Griffin still had a hard time acknowledging that she had mommy issues. And that she had a mommy kink.

All she had to do was look at Natasha Romanoff, her beloved and romantic partner soulmate, to know that she would do literally anything for that woman.

Anything.

But she also knew that she felt something stir inside her-something she realized she had been missing.

She realized there was a hunger there that Natasha was happily feeding.

She wondered how much Natasha was aware of this.

Then again, knowing how utterly devious Natasha was, she most likely knew real fucking good what she did to Clarke. And most likely relished in it.

Whenever those nights came, and Natasha would invite Clarke to her bed and without question, Clarke would happily go to her bed, Clarke would end up feeling that yearning there, stronger than ever.

And Natasha knew. Clarke swore that Natasha knew.

And here she was, tonight, next to Natasha's bed, watching with hunger as Natasha undressed fully.

When Natasha was well and truly naked, sitting up on the edge of the bed, her breasts, as well as everything else exposed to Clarke's eyes as Natasha looked at Clarke with a sultry expression, green eyes gleaming with desire and dominance, some of her red hair falling in front of her face, almost blocking her right eye. Clarke could feel a needy whimper leaving her throat.

Natasha's eyes smoldered and she said in that deep, low alto voice, "Come to your mommy, malyshka."

Clarke whined and did the only thing she could do. She walked over to Natasha, embracing the older woman and burying her face in Natasha's breasts, whining more as Natasha held her, stroking her hair as she rocked Clarke back and forth, chuckling in haughty pleasure, knowing the effect she had on her little girl.

"I love you, dorogoya,"Natasha crooned, lying back and pulling Clarke onto her, holding the younger woman to herself, and bent her head and bit Clarke's neck gently, sucking at Clarke's pulse point, licking and sucking.

Clarke cried out, and Natasha smirked against her throat at the reaction she got.

Clarke knew that Natasha never tired of her reactions, and what struck Clarke both as shocking and made her all the more aroused, was knowing that Natasha usually was the first to be completely undressed, and still? Natasha always was the one in control. Always.

Clarke cried out as she leaned back, allowing Natasha to suck and lick at her neck.

Natasha chuckled against her throat as she bit it and that? That made Clarke even more aroused.

Natasha's power over Clarke never wavered and never stopped its effects over Clarke.

And Clarke wanted it exactly like that.

She moaned at Natasha's attentions, "Mommy…"

Natasha chuckled, left arm wrapping around Clarke's waist, holding her close, her right hand reaching up and squeezing and stroking Clarke's left nipple, making Clarke whine louder.

Natasha pulled her mouth away from Clarke's neck, for only a second, in order to utter five words, before lowering her head to put her full, sensual, pink lips to work on Clarke's right nipple-those five words were, "That's mommy's good little girl."