Disclaimer: Do not own Marvel or The 100

Warnings for a type of violation, that being force feeding of blood.

Not giving her a choice anymore

Natasha Romanoff knew that she had a lot of reasons to hate herself.

A lot of reasons. And perhaps, she had just committed the most recent of those reasons.

Clarke Griffin, her romantic partner soulmate, and the woman who she hoped one day would be her wife-someone who wasn't human and who drank blood, refused to drink blood-specifically the blood of her romantic partner soulmates.

While no one really knew for sure what exactly Clarke was, they just knew that it was very common for blood drinking creatures, like vampires to feed on their mates. It wasn't just about food. It was an intimate thing.

And Clarke refused to feed on Natasha or any of her romantic partner soulmates.

There were a few reasons for it, and Natasha knew that.

The first of those reasons that Clarke was the most vocal about was refusing to treat Natasha or any of her romantic partner soulmates, as food.

The second of those reasons that Clarke refused to drink from her romantic partner soulmates, was because she didn't want to risk hurting them.

Worse, Clarke viewed it as a type of assault. Like rape.

Natasha and Clarke's other romantic partner soulmates kept pushing, telling her that, "it's not rape, if we consent to it."

But still, Clarke refused.

So, Natasha knew that she was crossing a line with her beloved, but she was going to take the choice out of Clarke's hands.

This could be seen as insecurity, but that wasn't the reason why Natasha was about to do this.

She was doing it for Clarke.

Because there was no way that Clarke could move on, unless she did this, unless Natasha made this move forClarke.

Clarke-as long as she kept herself from doing this one thing? She'd never really be able to trust herself, or allow herself to know the intimacy that many experienced with their romantic partner soulmates.

And Natasha knew that what she was doing was incredibly underhanded. But she knew that she needed to do it. For Clarke.

As the two of them were tangled together, in bed, Clarke's legs tangled with Natasha's and Clarke lay against Natasha's body, sucking on Natasha's left nipple, with Natasha's leg between her legs, the redhead's thigh rubbing against Clarke's cunt, it was then that Natasha acted.

She pulled her right hand to her mouth and bit her right thumb, hard. Very hard. Hard enough to break skin.

Clarke's senses were already full of the scents of arousal, of sweat, and Natasha's own scent in the room, so Natasha had an advantage, and Clarke was currently distracted.

Natasha slid her right hand down and her left hand went to Clarke's mane of white-blonde hair, pulling Clarke's mouth from Natasha's nipple, causing Clarke to gasp. As soon as she did, Natasha thrust her bleeding thumb into Clarke's mouth.

Clarke froze, whimpering trying to pull away from Natasha's thumb, but Natasha's other hand held her in place.

Clarke was much stronger physically than Natasha, but both Natasha and Clarke knew that Clarke wouldn't pull away, wouldn't struggle. Wouldn't risk hurting Natasha.

So, Clarke had no choice, but to drink Natasha's blood.

Clarke's eyes became dark, as she sucked Natasha's blood, eyes changing from their usual sky-blue color.

Her eyes were now black, as she drank the older woman's blood.

Clarke shook in Natasha's grasp as she sucked Natasha's blood.

Natasha stared down at her lover, pain clawing at her heart. She knew what she was doing was wrong.

She was violating Clarke, in a way. She would allow Clarke to take whatever revenge she wanted on her, because Natasha knew she would deserve it for what she was doing right now.

But what she wanted right now wasn't just to feed Clarke, but to show the extent of her love, to show Clarke that she wasn't afraid of Clarke knowing her intimately.

Natasha would take whatever consequences from this that Clarke felt she deserved and Natasha would accept that, accept that she deserved anything Clarke did to her for this. But she knew she needed to do this.

Natasha stroked Clarke's hair as Clarke drank her lover's blood. Natasha started speaking to Clarke, crooning to her. She had no idea if Clarke could forgive her for this, but Natasha knew that Clarke would always know that Natasha loved her.

Always.

Natasha spoke out the words softly, as her blood nourished her beloved little girl, "I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you."