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Warmth in the ice
They were going ice skating. Of all the banal things for people like them to do, they were ice skating. But Clarke Griffin wasn't going to question her beloved Natasha. Natasha Romanoff, her romantic partner soulmate and now, girlfriend, tended to know what was best. So, when Natasha invited her to ice skate, the twenty-one-year-old Clarke, who had been in a relationship with Natasha now for a year, didn't question, just had accepted.
So, when Clarke had gotten behind Natasha at Natasha's urging, even though Clarke emphasized that she could easily fly to their location, she was genuinely surprised when they had not arrived at a skating rink, but at a frozen lake.
When Natasha had been able to coax Clarke onto the back of her motorcycle, reminding Clarke that if Natasha crashed-which she never had, Clarke could always protect her from getting injured by wrapping her arms around her mate, Clarke had gone along with Natasha, holding onto the redhead protectively.
Eventually, they drove up to the frozen lake, and Natasha had smirked as Clarke stared at the lake, confused.
"Why are we at a frozen lake?" Clarke asked, "I mean, instead of a skating rink?"
Natasha got up off her parked bike and said, pulling her and Clarke's skates out of her bag. "I thought that this might be more fitting for us, don't you think?" She smirked still at Clarke, "Would you like to be in a sterile, blinding white skating rink, or here?" She gestured around where they had parked, elaborating on the forest filled with conifer trees, the trees all bearing bright white snow on their branches, the dark sky above, filled with bright, shining stars, with a big, fat, round, shining white moon overhead and in the distance were several snow blanketed hills.
Clarke smiled, nodding to Natasha.
She saw Natasha perfectly. She knew that Natasha couldn't see her as well as Clarke could see Natasha, but thanks to the stars and the moon, Natasha could make out Clarke's movements a bit. So, Clarke saw Natasha's smile widen at Clarke's nod.
Clarke understood.
Yes, this was preferable to a cold, white, sterile looking skating rink.
"Yeah," She confessed to Natasha, "This is beautiful."
Clarke made out Natasha's green eyes gleam with pleasure at Clarke's reaction.
Natasha offered out one of the sets of skates to Clarke. "So, are you ready?" She asked, still smiling.
Clarke nodded again, gently taking those skates from Natasha.
"You sure that the ice is solid and thick enough?" Clarke asked, worried, "Remember, I can breathe underwater and don't get affected by the cold, but can't breathe underwater. And you can freeze."
Natasha nodded and chuckled, "I know. But I don't fear that. I've been here before. The ice is very thick. Almost no cracks. And besides, even if I fall through? Would you let me stay under the ice?" Natasha's smile turned back into a smirk as she knew the answer, and so did Clarke.
They both knew the answer.
The moment Clarke so much as heard the ice cracking beneath them, if the ice possibly did crack, Clarke would pull Natasha right off the ice in seconds.
And if there was any chance Natasha might fall through the ice, Clarke would tear the whole layer of ice on the lake off to extract the older woman.
Natasha knew that Clarke would always protect her.
Clarke shook her head. "You know the answer already," she said.
"Yes," Natasha confessed, "I do. So, come on," she said, after she secured her skates on her feet and the two of them began to move closer to the frozen lake.
When the two of them had their skates on, they reached the frozen lake and Natasha stepped onto the ice first.
Natasha moved back, leading Clarke onto the ice with her.
The cool, crisp wind flowed against them, hitting them and causing Clarke to smile. Natasha held Clarke close as they skated along slowly. Clarke giggled slightly as Natasha spun them a little.
The wind carried flecks of snow to both women, hitting them.
They skated around the lake for several minutes, laughing a little.
Eventually, Clarke decided to try something a little daring.
After all, Natasha was always good at bold gestures. Clarke doubted she would be good with bold gestures of love, not when it came to Natasha Romanoff.
Most of her actions out of love had been rejected.
But she had to try. If she fucked this up? She'd plead for forgiveness, and do something else.
She leaned forward and scooped Natasha up. She scooped Natasha up by her legs with her left arm and scooped the redhead up by her shoulders with her right arm.
She grinned when she heard Natasha gasp, then heard the gasp turn into a laugh.
Clarke held Natasha up in her arms, bridal style. She grinned as she skated around the lake, with Natasha in her grasp.
She, however, felt herself slip slightly because she wasn't as nearly a good skater as Natasha was. She slipped and fell onto her rear on the ice of the lake, Natasha in her arms still, her right arm's elbow pillowing Natasha's neck, keeping the older woman from any injury whatsoever.
Natasha gasped, looking at Clarke. "Are you alright, love?" She asked.
Clarke nodded, chuckling slightly, "Yeah. Are you, Nat?"
Natasha nodded. "I'm alright, dorogoya,"She said to her lover and girlfriend, "Do you want to stop for now?"
Clarke shook her head, a new, and goofy, but certainly inspired idea came to mind.
"Give me a few minutes," she said, and suddenly pushed her skate covered feet against the lake's ice and pushed herself, on her rear across the ice, Natasha in her arms and up against her.
They twirled around on the lake, Clarke using herself as the vehicle that they were skating around, and they hit a mound of snow along the edge of the lake, making snow hit them.
Clarke grunted, but grinned when she heard Natasha laugh-no, not just laugh, giggle joyfully.
Natasha hugged herself to Clarke, loving the warmth filling her, smiling up at Clarke in love, devotion and adoration.
"Moya lyubov'," she said, "You are a compete dork," she had a grin on her face the whole time, telling Clarke that it was all in affection and humor.
Clarke nodded. "I am," she agreed, leaning forward and kissing Natasha's forehead, "But I'm a dork with a very versatile ass."
She pushed herself away from the side of the lake they had been on, sliding on her rear again across the ice, to the other side.
Natasha smirked and said, "You might want to be careful by saying that. I think I could find out later just how much of a versatile ass you have."
Clarke grinned back as she threw back some snark, "And what makes you think that I wasn't referring to that as well?"
Natasha's eyes widened and she laughed, "Well, I guess I wasn't expecting that."
"What?" Clarke said, "Did you think I didn't fuck anyone back when I was younger? You know I had fuck buddies back in the Ice Nation, right?"
Natasha nodded, losing her smile and Clarke mentally kicked herself. Dammit. Why did she have to ruin the mood by mentioning previous partners?
"I know," Natasha sighed, "But you know that you're with me now, right?"
Clarke nodded quickly.
"And I'm with you now," Natasha added, "All those other relationships don't matter. I'm yours. You're mine."
Clarke shivered in both nervousness and excitement at Natasha's claim over her.
She knew that Natasha was possessive of her, despite how much Natasha tried to give Clarke her own space and was always glad when Clarke had a growing support system.
And Clarke was always glad to see Natasha with her own growing support system.
Still, it didn't change the fact that they belonged to each other.
Clarke held Natasha close, allowing Natasha to feel all her warmth.
"I know," Clarke said, "I know, and I love you for it."
She could almost sense Natasha smiling in the dark at her.
This? This, Clarke was sure she'd remember as one of the best moments of her life. She had been able to pile up a lot of them, since meeting Natasha. But this would come close to the top.
Just her, Natasha, a beautiful night with ice, snow, trees, stars and the moon, and holding her beloved close, allowing Natasha to feel all her warmth and comfort.
