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Overwhelmed
Sometimes-no, not sometimes, almost always Clarke Griffin found herself overwhelmed by her romantic partner soulmate, Natasha Romanoff.
Not just overwhelmed by Natasha's love for her, but her own love for the older woman.
There seemed to be no point in Clarke's life, since meeting Natasha, when her love, her desire and her passion for the older woman, wasn't overtaking her every day.
It was one of the reasons why Clarke couldn't seem to stop herself from watching Natasha every one of her waking moments with the redhead.
She tracked Natasha as the older woman walked across the room, going to Clint and Steve and talking with them.
Yes, Clarke could hear every single word that the three of them said, since Clarke had advanced hearing, she had zoned the subjects out, the only person that had her attention, was Natasha.
Clarke almost whimpered, but didn't, as she thought about her feelings for the older woman.
She wished she could articulate just how much she loved Natasha, how much passion she felt for the older woman, how her love and passion overtook her, every single second of her waking life.
She wished she could just tell Natasha, convey to the older woman just how much she loved her. How much she treasured Natasha, completely and utterly.
She wanted Natasha to be overwhelmed by Clarke's love, as Clarke herself was. She wanted Natasha to be overtaken with nothing but sheer, almost painful bliss and joy, knowing that Clarke loved her as desperately as she did.
But when Clarke saw Natasha turn away from Steve and Clint, and look right at Clarke, and smirk, like a cat that was very much ready about to devour the most delicious canary in existence, Clarke shivered, having a feeling then that maybe Natasha knew.