Disclaimer: Do not own Marvel or The 100

Warnings for past abandonment, past child abuse and sexual assault and pressuring for sex.

The joys of submission

It finally had been their first time. Clarke Griffin and one of her romantic partner soulmates, Natasha Romanoff's first time together.

It wasn't as if either of them were virgins. Sexual virginity didn't exist, but in the sense of Natasha and Clarke never having had sex before, they certainly weren't that, either.

Natasha had had sex with multiple people. Targets that she had been sent after to kill, who wanted to sleep with her and she knew she'd be able to kill them more easily by sleeping with them, earning their trust in that way.

She sexually was only attracted to women, she had found over the years, however, because many more men were more likely to pressure have sex with an attractive women than women were, she had ended up needing to sleep with them for work.

But she knew what she wanted. She had come to terms a long time ago with the fact that she was a lesbian. And she had slept with enough women to know.

Clarke, however, was bisexual. She had had sex both with men and with women enough times to know that she enjoyed sex with both sexes.

She had had various male lovers and various female lovers, if one wanted it to be put in the most clinical terms ever.

Both Clarke and Natasha knew sexually what they wanted. And they were far from strangers to sex.

But it wasthe first time for the two of them together. And it was with their romantic partner soulmate.

But Clarke could practically feel herself ready and she was positive that Natasha had been ready since the moment she had met Clarke in the Ice Nation, finding Clarke in that tree.

Looking across the room at Natasha, Clarke could feel what was between them right now.

They were at one of Tony's parties, because where else would they be? Because forbid that Tony ever have less than four parties a month.

The party was beginning to settle down and people were heading home gradually.

Thor, Sam, Steve, Bruce and Tony and James Rhodes were talking together, sitting on the couches.

Clint was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, talking with Maria. Natasha was behind them and had turned her head to look at Clarke. Clarke's eyes met with Natasha, an unbreakable line drawn between them. There was a line there. If one of them chose to cross that line? They both knew they wouldn't be able to go back.

Clarke noticed out of the corner of her eye, that Clint and Maria were looking her way, looking between her and Natasha. Clarke kept her eyes on Natasha, but she was aware of Clint and Maria's reactions.

Clint looked understanding, but sad as well. Maria had a small smile and nodded to Clarke. She went over to Natasha and said something softly to Natasha. Clarke was not human, was stronger and faster than anything else people had seen in this world. And she had very, very good hearing.

Clarke heard what Maria said to Natasha.

Maria spoke gently, "Please take care of her, Nat."

Natasha nodded, smiling and continued to look at Clarke, giving Clarke the chance to make her choice.

Clarke tensed at Maria's words. It was extremely obvious to those who were actually looking, like Maria and Clint, what was going on here.

Though no words had been spoken between Clarke and Natasha in these past few minutes yet, they both understood the meaning between their shared stare.

There was an offer here, a challenge being cast Clarke's way by Natasha. And Clarke wasn't sure she could refuse.

Natasha was dressed from shoulders to ankles in a shiny, dark red dress and it hugged her body tightly. Clarke was by no means a fool. She had seen footage of Natasha when she had been in other parties like this one, before Clarke had come along.

While Natasha always tended to dress well and even edging on suggestive, Natasha had never worn a dress like this one at Tony's parties before. No. She had only started wearing body-tight, revealing dresses like this one, since Clarke had joined them months ago. Clarke had seen Natasha in far less revealing dresses in previous parties in videos. But ever since Clarke had joined the Avengers? Every party they had, Natasha always wore a revealing attire.

Clarke could draw her own conclusions.

Natasha's dress was clasped to her body, a slit right up to the left of the dress, revealing a great deal of her left leg and thigh. And yes, the dress also allowed plenty of cleavage to be revealed.

Clarke knew damn well what Natasha had been doing. And hell, she sure as fuck wasn't going to be complaining.

But she'd be damned if it wasn't difficult for her to not stare at the older woman.

Natasha tilted her head, just a little, awaiting Clarke's decision, her right eyebrow lifting and the right corner of her mouth turning up just a little.

Clarke swallowed hard, knowing that she could always turn away. Always. She knew that Natasha would respect her choice, as she had been doing for a while now and would continue to do so, despite her and Maria both being Clarke's romantic partner soulmates.

Clarke knew she could turn away and go join Steve, Sam and Thor, and ignore Natasha's attentions.

But she wasn't sure she wanted to do that, no matter how much she feared what she felt for Natasha and Maria.

Clarke could just feel the heat going down to between her legs, making her shiver. She knew what she wanted, and she wasn't sure she could hold back anymore.

Natasha, she must have seen Clarke's need, because she began to walk closer and she went to the bottom of the stairs, leading up to the Avengers' individual rooms. Natasha held up her hand, right hand offering, palm up.

Clarke glanced at where the others sat. They still hadn't noticed anything. Not that they wouldn't. James was getting some drinks, so his back was to Natasha and Clarke. Tony, Sam, Thor, Bruce and Steve were talking, likely measuring a certain part of their bodies again.

Maria and Clint understood what was happening and was more than happy to leave them so that Clarke could make her choice about what happened next.

Clarke turned and stared again at Natasha, tense, knowing that she was running out of energy to resist what she wanted so desperately.

Clarke felt those green eyes stare at her, she knew that even if her eyes had been closed, she'd still feel Natasha's gaze on her.

Clarke could actually feel the moment when she chose.

She almost groaned. She couldn't anymore. She nodded and stepped forward.

She had held back for so long. So damn long.

A few months probably didn't sound very long to some people.

But it was torture for Clarke.

The moment she had seen Natasha in the Ice Nation, holding her hand out like she was doing now, coaxing Clarke out of the tree Clarke was staying in, she had felt nothing but need. A terrible, torturous need that tried to pull her into Natasha's arms.

And she knew now she couldn't resist any longer. She needed Natasha. Hell, she needed Maria too. But Natasha, Clarke had found, was special. Really special. Clarke didn't want to make any of her romantic partner soulmates feel like alienated or anything like that. But she knew that her relationship with Natasha was special. Different.

Clarke stepped closer to Natasha, watching the older woman's expression.

Natasha's head lifted just a little at Clarke coming closer to her and Clarke could almost feel the hope that must have taken the former soviet, seeing Clarke approach.

Clarke knew she couldn't turn back. No, not now.

It would hurt too much to turn away, not when she was so, so close.

And she couldn't do that to Natasha; she couldn't bear breaking Natasha's heart.

She knew that Natasha would understand, but she didn't even want to potentially risk hurting Natasha.

Clarke took a breath and took the last step, placing her left hand in Natasha's right.

Natasha's offered hand wrapped its fingers around Clarke's hand and squeezed. Natasha smiled, a look of triumph flashing across her green eyes and she slowly turned and walked up the stairs.

Clarke followed Natasha without a word, feeling Natasha holding her hand tightly.

Clarke glanced behind her quickly, seeing Clint and Maria watching them ascend, Clint with a small smile on his face and Maria still looking happy for them-happy yes, but also sad that it wasn't her that would be the first of Clarke's romantic partner soulmates who Clarke would be with sexually.

Clarke turned her head back to Natasha, and the two of them reached the hallway, walking along to Natasha's room.

They got to Natasha's room, the doors sliding open, and Natasha led Clarke into her room.

The lights snapped on when Natasha flipped the switches.

Natasha turned to face Clarke and Clarke could feel heat taking every inch of her body.

Finally, Natasha spoke the only words that either of them had said for the past several minutes.

"Are you sure, Clarke?" Was what Natasha said, eyes leveling at Clarke tenderly.

Clarke smiled and nodded, despite how nervous she was.

She wanted to be with Natasha. And she knew she couldn't hold back what she wanted and needed any longer.

Clarke nodded.

"I'm sure, Natasha." Clarke answered.

Natasha smiled and walked close to the bed, shedding her high-heeled, bright red shoes. She pulled the straps of her dress off her shoulders and her eyes never left Clarke, as she allowed the glossy red number to drop down to the floor, around her feet.

Clarke swallowed hard again, when she saw this, now met with the gorgeous gift of Natasha's almost entirely naked body.

Clarke's breath was caught in her throat as her eyes traveled all along Natasha's curvy, muscled form.

She had had sex with many partners before. Had seen many attractive forms of those that she had sex with. Men's bodies. Women's bodies.

But nothing compared with the heart-stopping beauty that was Natasha.

Clarke weakly began to undo her own clothes, kicking her shoes off her feet.

Clarke felt her hands being uncertain and clumsy as she took her clothes off.

She had had sex multiple times before. She wasn't certain why she was being so unsure of herself. But she had an idea.

Her usually casual sex life, with no attachments had hardly ever been anything except that. Casual.

Nothing intense. Nothing close to what she felt when she was around Natasha.

None of her previous partners, not any of the Grounder boys or men she had slept with, whether they be Trikru or Ice Nation, or even that Ark boy, Finn Collins, and not any of the girls or women she had slept with, the Grounders; the Trikru or Ice Nation, she had never felt anything close to what she felt with Natasha.

When her pants and belt and underwear were down, she stepped out of the puddle of her clothing and pulled off her socks and tossed them to the floor and her shaky hands reached up to the hem of her shirt and began pulling it up over her head, glancing every now and then at Natasha, who once again was waiting for Clarke to join her, her beautiful green eyes watchful, like a tigress waiting for her prey to come out of a safe cover of tall grass or tree branches.

Clarke pulled her shirt off and tossed it onto the floor, undoing her bra next.

When she dropped her bra and weakly began to move close to the bed and felt a shiver when she saw Natasha's predatory smile.

Natasha held out her hand again, palm upwards in offering.

Clarke slowly got to Natasha, fighting the urge to cover herself, feeling self-conscious about her body, which she had never felt with the partners previously that she had been with, who she had used and discarded and took Natasha's hand.

Gracefully, as if she was leading a dance partner, which to a certain extent, Clarke supposed she was, Natasha guided her to the bed, guiding Clarke to sit down onto the bed. And Natasha sat down onto the bed, right across from the younger woman.

Natasha looked all along Clarke's body, like a beast looking all along the most delicious meal, mixed with the most unbearable tenderness Clarke had ever seen.

Clarke felt heat going to her cheeks.

"You are beautiful, Clarke." Natasha said gently.

Clarke gave a small smile. "Thank you." She said.

She had been called "beautiful" by many of her partners before. But it had never really had an effect on her. Not like it did now.

"Now, there's one more thing," Natasha met Clarke's eyes her right index finger balancing Clarke's chin on it, "I want you to use something if you ever want to stop."

Clarke gave Natasha a little laugh, "Nat, it's not like I'd want to stop."

Natasha nodded, her expression never changing. "I know, Clarke," She said softly, "But consent is extremely important. Which means if you want to stop, I need you to tell me. Do you know what safe words are?"

Clarke's eyes widened. Okay, this was notthe conversation she thought she was going to have when she was naked with Natasha, in fact, she hadn't thought there'd be any conversation. She felt like this came out of nowhere.

Sure, she knew what safe words were, but she hardly thought that was necessary with herself, as she was strong enough to stop someone from touching her if she wanted, and what was more, she hadn't thought a safe word would be necessary for her and one of her romantic partner soulmates, of all people.

"Yeah, I know what safe words are," Clarke said, irritation now in her voice. Natasha detected Clarke's irritation, because the redhead sighed and looked at the younger woman not unkindly, but with some apprehension.

Clarke shook her head, "I didn't think us doing this would lead to us talking about safe words." Clarke hadn't expected anger to pierce through her, but wow, she felt angry. Did Natasha have any idea how hard it had been for Clarke to actually approach Natasha? How nervous she had been the whole time? And they were talking about this?

Natasha read what Clarke was feeling in Clarke's eyes or on Clarke's face, because Natasha said softly, "Clarke-"

"No," Clarke said, huffing out, pulling away from Natasha's finger, "You know what? I thought we were going to have sex, alright? Not talk about safe stuff." Clarke got up off the bed, angry, trying to ignore the pain in her chest, and no longer so self-conscious about her nudity, "So much for that, I guess, huh?" Clarke practically felt the sneer spill out of herself as she went to her clothes on the floor and scooped her shirt up off the floor and pulling it on over her head, "I guess the reputation I heard about the great Black Widow being an irresistible seductress was a load of bullshit, huh?"

Clarke knew she would hate herself for saying those words to someone like Natasha who had done so much for her already, but right now, she was just angry. Angry…and hurt.

It had taken a lot for Clarke to bring herself to be able to approach Natasha.

And this was what she had gotten in answer?

Natasha stared at Clarke as Clarke left the bed, watching the younger woman picking up the T-shirt. She tried to ignore the pain running through her chest as Clarke seemed ready to walk away. But when she heard Clarke's next words, she pulled herself off the bed, determined.

She knew that Clarke didn't take her safety seriously. But she couldn't let Clarke think that consent wasn't absolutely necessary, no matter what the circumstances.

She loved Clarke too much to allow Clarke not to know that.

Now, Clarke was, from what the DNA specialists at SHIELD had found, upon getting some of her blood and studying it, was a godlike being. And because of this? She moved far faster than anyone. And had more advanced hearing than a lot of people. However, despite all that?

Despite all that, given her current mood, she didn't even move when she heard Natasha leap off the bed and come around it towards Clarke.

Clarke, however, was startled, when Natasha circled around to stand in front of Clarke, green eyes burning, causing Clarke to gasp and step back.

"Are you telling me that you don't understand consent, Clarke?" Natasha asked, voice not angry, but hard, like steel, "Tell me, Clarke, when one of your partners wanted you to stop, did you disregard what they said?"

Clarke froze, eyes wide. What? She'd never-

"Fucking of course I did," Clarke growled, glaring at the older woman, "I always stop whenever one of the people I was fucking said, 'stop.' That's the point. I'm damn sure 'stop,' and 'no' are all that are needed. I don't need some semantic of fucking."

Clarke had never thought she'd ever say those words, 'semantic of fucking,' ever in her entire life. But here she was, saying it.

Natasha sighed, "Clarke," She said firmly, "Safe words are an integral part of sex. Especially if the sex is going to be…unlike what you're used to."

Clarke paused, anger forgotten for a second. "What do you mean by that?" She asked Natasha, "You mean sex with one's romantic partner soulmate?"

Natasha actually smiled at that and the sight almost entirely melted Clarke's fury, "Not exactly, Clarke. I mean more…how do I put it? Kinkier sex?"

Clarke actually nearly gasped at that. To be honest, she knew that she really shouldn't have been surprised. Based on the things she had heard about the Black Widow, it really shouldn't have been a surprise for her, even if it was.

Because yeah, no duh,Natasha knew how to do that stuff. And most likely knew how to do it well. Seriously, why was she surprised by this?

"Oh." Clarke said, finding that being the only thing she could find herself able to say.

Natasha chuckled, gentle smile widening, "Yes. 'Oh.' If you don't want to do anything? If you're really put off by us needing to use a safe word?" Natasha's smile turned sad now, "Then, alright. We don't have to do anything. I'll understand."

Clarke winced. She had been callous when she had said those things to Natasha, hadn't she? She had been totally unreasonable.

Clarke glared down at her bare feet. "It really is important to you?" She asked Natasha.

Natasha nodded and her hand reached out and cupped Clarke's chin in her left hand, guiding Clarke to look up and lock her blue eyes with Natasha's green ones as the Black Widow spoke, "It's not just important to me. It's important in general. I know you understand consent, Clarke. But it's important for you to understand it when you're not the one in control, you know that too, right?"

Clarke swallowed and nodded, feeling heat begin to travel down to her loins again.

She hadn't been naïve. She had known what she had wanted Natasha to do to her, as soon as she had met the older woman in the Azgeda's land.

While Clarke hardly ever allowed her previous partners to be in control of her body during their fucking sessions, she had known what she had wanted Natasha to do to her. She had wanted Natasha to dominate her to the point where she had no strength to resist the beguiling Black Widow.

But she also knew what Natasha was saying. While she had hardly allowed any of her former bed partners any control in the physical aspects of the relationship, she knew that had she allowed them any more control than that, she would very much have had the right to say 'no,' and they would have been obligated to stop, less they wished to be rapists.

Clarke said quickly, "Look, no disrespect meant, Nat, but you know that I'm physically stronger than you, right? Remind me, what happened to the Hulk, Steve, Ironman, War Machine and Thor when they tried to grab me?"

Natasha nodded, "I know, I know." She said, "I know you're strong enough to stop me if you want me to stop and I don't stop. But that's the whole point of using a safe word. It's entirely about trust. It's about trusting the dominant to stop when the submissive says so." Her eyes took on a more dangerous gleam as she leveled another look at Clarke, "And it's about the dominant trusting the submissive to use the safe word when the submissive needs to. Because if the physical strength is the only factor, then there is no trust and if there's no trust, there is a problem, in just the sex alone. And there certainly won't be a relationship."

Clarke almost gasped at the strength of that statement.

She stared at Natasha, stunned. Shit.

All the things that Clarke hadn't thought of, thinking that tonight would be a mindless, pleasurable night of just sheer fucking and being able for them to lose themselves in each other, was now being thrown into her face in harsh reality.

No, Clarke hadn't just wanted this to be physical, that was true. She wanted a relationship with Natasha. And while Natasha had made it clear to Clarke that she also wanted a relationship, as did Maria, which really stunned Clarke, because she never would have imagined anyone wanting any kind of relationship with someone like her, to hear how much sex and an actual relationship would be intertwined with not just respect, but also trust, that was enough to send Clarke's mind wildly out of control.

She found herself at a loss for words.

What was she supposed to say to that?

Sure, she had always known that Natasha had wanted more with her than just a physical relationship. But to hear it so strongly conveyed…that was something else.

And what was more, to hear that Clarke's trust had value to someone? Someone who apparently, didn't intend to betray that trust like so many others had in Clarke's past?

That was a lot for Clarke to take in.

A lot, needless to say.

"You want to have a relationship with me." Clarke said, and it wasn't a question.

Natasha just nodded, smiling again.

Clarke took a breath and she said, "You don't know what you're asking me to do. No one has ever wanted to be in a relationship with me."

Okay, to be blunt, that wasn't exactly true. Finn Collins had wanted a relationship, but she had seen him for being the ill-equipped young man he had been. There would no real relationship with him. And most of the others had just wanted the famed "Wanheda" as their partner. That was all.

Natasha's smile again became somewhat sad, "That's their loss. And yes, I want a relationship with you. I do. But it has to be your choice whether you want to be in a relationship or not as well."

Clarke almost winced. Natasha was leaving it all to her. She was offering her everything, but by the end of it, Clarke was the one that had to decide whether or not this relationship was happening, because Natasha had already decided and all that was left was Clarke's decision.

Clarke finally sighed and nodded. "Alright." She said. She wasn't strong enough to not be in a relationship with Natasha.

It was everything she had wanted, as soon as she had met Natasha in the Ice Nation.

"Alright?" Natasha questioned, voice gentle, but Clarke could feel her heart tighten at the small flicker of hope in Natasha's eyes when the redhead had said that.

Clarke nodded to Natasha. "Alright," Clarke repeated, "I'll come up with a safe word. And yes, I want to be in a relationship with you too."

Natasha then smiled widely.

Clarke felt warmth spill through her. Natasha reached out, right hand cupping Clarke's left cheek.

"Tell me what your safe word is, Clarke." Natasha said softly.

Clarke's eyes widened a little. Sure, Natasha had said this before, but still.

She hadn't had any idea that the submissive was the one that was supposed to come up with the safe word. Seeing Clarke's surprise, Natasha spoke, "The safe word can be invented by either the dominant or the submissive. But I want you to come up with it, so that it's something you can remember."

Clarke nodded, understanding.

She wondered again, how exactly she had ended up with such an amazing romantic partner soulmate.

"Right," Clarke said quietly, "Okay, I have a safe word. 'Charger.' It's the name of a character from a cartoon I watched when I was a kid on the Ark."

Natasha nodded, smiling again.

"Are you ready to start again?" Natasha asked gently and Clarke chuckled.

The blonde nodded. "Yeah," Clarke said, giving a small laugh, "I guess the mood's a little ruined with my outburst."

Natasha chuckled as well. "No, it's not," She assured Clarke, "Not ruined. Just interrupted. Come back to bed with me, love."

Clarke shivered at the pet name given to her. "Love." She had never been called that before. By anyone.

Clarke numbly nodded and followed Natasha back to the bed, beginning to pull her shirt off again.

She was startled when she felt hands on her shoulder, looking to Natasha. Natasha smiled and helped Clarke pull her shirt up off over her head and dropping it to the floor. When Clarke was again, fully naked, Natasha held out her hand, yet again in offering and Clarke took it, allowing Natasha to pull her young partner back to the bed, helping Clarke sit down on the edge of the bed, anew.

Natasha sat down across from Clarke again and she cupped Clarke's face in her hands and looked deep in Clarke's eyes and spoke softly, "Charger?" The redhead asked, "That's your safe word, Clarke?"

Clarke nodded. "Yes." She said, "That's my safe word. Charger."

Natasha then said, "Are you ready? Are you sure you want to start?"

Clarke chuckled, "Nat, I don't care what word I have to say that means, 'go,' but Natasha, I want to start, alright? If I have to say, 'green,' so that you know for sure that I want to stop, then you know what? Green."

Natasha chortled, then smirked and leaned forward and kissed Clarke's lips, kissing her deeply, tongue stroking along Clarke's own tongue.

Clarke moaned, hands going to Natasha's shoulders, gripping her.

They had kissed before, obviously. And every single time they had, Natasha always left Clarke dumbstruck.

Clarke was experiencing that now, getting the hell kissed out of her, feeling her tongue being brought into Natasha's mouth, being sucked on. Clarke groaned as her mouth was basically being fucked by Natasha's tongue, and felt herself being pushed down slowly onto her back on the bed.

When Clarke's back hit the mattress, she stiffened for a moment, realizing what she and Natasha were really about to do, and realized that this wasn't going to be like any of her previous 'rolls in the hay' with all of her other partners.

When Natasha felt Clarke stiffen beneath her, she paused and was about to pull away, when Clarke wrapped her right hand around Natasha's upper torso, pressing her hand to Natasha's back and pulling Natasha in closer to her, and Natasha knew that she could continue.

Natasha pulled her mouth from Clarke's and lowered her head to Clarke's neck and put her mouth around the left side of Clarke's neck, mouth sucking hard at Clarke's pulse point, bringing gasps and whimpers from the blonde woman.

Natasha then moved her mouth to the front of Clarke's throat, nipping and biting at the front of Clarke's neck, hands going to Clarke's hands and pinning Clarke's arms down onto the bed, fingers intertwining with Clarke's.

Clarke gasped with Natasha's bites and nips, along with Natasha pinning her arms to the bed. She could feel Natasha brushing against Clarke's nipples, feeling her nipples getting hard with Natasha's body brushing against them.

Clarke shuddered feeling her body buzzing alive with physical sensations and pleasure.

When Natasha moved her hands off of Clarke's hands and her hands went to stroke and tease Clarke's breasts and nipples, Clarke's hands went around to Natasha's back and her hands went to the hooks of Natasha's bra.

She stiffened up when she heard Natasha's commanding voice snapping, "Don't!"

Clarke gave a small yelp at that, frozen.

Natasha pulled back from Clarke and looked at Clarke, eyes meeting hers. Her emerald eyes glinted with dominance and control as she said in a firm, hard voice, "You are going to put your hands down, and you are going to let me do all the work."

Clarke swallowed and nodded meekly, hands dropping down next to her body.

Natasha smiled. "Good girl." She said.

Then Natasha pulled her hands from Clarke's breasts and dragged herself down Clarke's body, mouth pressing all over against Clarke's body. Against Clarke's breasts, against Clarke's stomach, her outer thighs, her inner thighs.

She then removed her mouth from Clarke's inner thighs, even as Clarke thrashed around, moaning in pleasure.

She pulled Clarke by the blonde's legs under her further and wrapped Clarke's legs around her waist, thrusting upwards, her barely clothed groin rubbing hard against Clarke's bare one.

Natasha felt the jolt of pleasure run through her and she moaned, satisfaction shooting through her as well when she saw how Clarke thrashed below her and heard Clarke's whimpers fill the room around them.

She grinded up against Clarke again and again, and they both could feel their orgasm begin to rise.

Natasha grinded against Clarke again and again, leaning down and wrapping her lips around Clarke's left breast and sucking as they came together, Natasha grinding herself fully to Clarke, and felt her pleasure hit hard, rushing out onto her panties. Clarke thrust her hips up into Natasha and she stiffened up and cried out, thrusting up into the older woman, cum flowing out as she climaxed, arching up and crying as she was brought to her peak.

Clarke arched upwards for what felt like an eternity, before lowering herself slowly to the bed, shaking.

Natasha felt Clarke's legs lower down to the bed and she smirked down at the younger woman. Already drained? Well, too bad. Natasha wasn't letting her be finished. Not this soon.

Natasha said calmly, voice hard, "Love, if you want to stop, use your safe word. Because we're certainly not finished."

Clarke looked startled, and stared up at Natasha.

Natasha's eyebrows lifted up. "If you want this to stop," She said, "Use your safe word. If not? We are continuing, my love."

Clarke swallowed and slowly nodded.

"Okay." She said quietly.

Natasha's smile widened. Okay?

The redhead asked, a coy tone in her voice when she spoke to Clarke, "Okay? So, then, do I have permission to continue? Or will you use your safe word?"

Clarke shook her head and pressed herself up against Natasha again. "Please, Natasha, please."

Natasha almost purred and smiled. "Good girl," She praised and pressed against Clarke's cunt again. She then pulled herself away and looked down between her lover's legs.

Natasha knew that Clarke was self-conscious about her body. She would never say it out loud, no.

But Natasha knew.

There was no need for Clarke to feel self-conscious. She was beautiful. Every inch of her was beautiful.

Natasha turned to Clarke, smiling and reaching her right hand out, gripping Clarke's right breast by the nipple and turned the nipple hard. Clarke arched upwards, whimpering and crying out. She Then lowered her body so that her head was between Clarke's legs and she stretched her tongue out, licking it all the way up Clarke's clit.

Clarke screamed, arching up again.

"Nat!" Clarke cried, shaking.

Natasha smirked as she licked her tongue out again, stroking it all along Clarke's clit again.

Clarke thrashed and cried out as Natasha kept licking her clit.

Between Natasha twisting Clarke's nipple and Natasha's mouth and tongue continuing its torturous task, making Clarke shake under her as she alternated continually, Clarke's cries increased and her pleas carried on.

Natasha smirked and slowly pulled her mouth away from Clarke's clit, awaiting Clarke's reaction.

And the reaction arrived, just as Natasha had hoped.

Natasha felt Clarke almost sit up and Natasha dropped her hand from Clarke's breasts. "Please." Clarke begged Natasha.

"Please, what?" Natasha asked, smirking.

She had a suspicion about Clarke's desires. She knew that Clarke had abandonment issues. She knew that. She knew that Clarke had been left alone, abandoned by her mother, by her own people, by so many.

She had had a feeling for a while about what Clarke needed. About what she wanted.

Clarke's feral nature aside, how she growled and got defensive every chance she got, in order to push people away, so that she wouldn't be abandoned again, Natasha knew what Clarke needed.

Clarke was a feral little girl, but she wanted to be taken care of, needed it, desperately.

"Please, Natasha, please." Clarke repeated and Natasha snickered.

She was about to test her theory. She lowered her left hand to Clarke's cunt and slipped her left ring finger into Clarke's pussy, making Clarke stiffen, gasping.

But Natasha didn't move her finger any more than that.

"I'll continue, Clarke," Natasha promised, "If you call me what I want you to call me," If Natasha found her theory to be accurate, she would know soon enough, but if her theory wasn't accurate? Well, then, she'd just proceed to keep making love to Clarke and tell her to forget about it. But Natasha didn't believe that she was wrong.

"I don't…," Clarke shook her head, gasping, "I don't know what it is you want me to say."

Natasha watched as Clarke's eyes pushed open and watched as Clarke shivered at the predatory smile across her lover's face.

"Mommy," Natasha informed Clarke, "That's what you call me, malen'kiy."

Clarke gasped, shivering, mouth dropping.

"Well?" Natasha asked, "You want us to continue, don't you?"

Clarke gulped and she whimpered, trembling, eyes flashing black with her arousal, "M-m-mommy."

Natasha fought a groan when she heard that title, and she got the answer about whether or not Clarke would enjoy calling Natasha that, a second later when she felt liquid begin to squirt out onto Natasha's finger, feeling Clarke getting wetter in response to the title that Natasha wanted Clarke to call her.

Natasha felt a grin tug at her lips now.

It looked like she had been right.

"Keep calling mommy that, love." Natasha instructed her submissive.

Clarke whimpered, bucking her hips. "Please, mommy," She said, "Please mommy, I'll do anything, just continue, please."

Natasha grinned predatorily and when Clarke looked at that expression, she shivered again, seeing the look of a beast that wanted to swallow her whole.

Natasha dove down, pulling Clarke by her legs closer to her mouth again, as she stuck two more fingers into Clarke's cunt, thrusting in and out, her mouth going to Clarke's clit and sucking and licking hard.

Clarke trembled, moaning as she shook.

Then Natasha stroked her tongue along the length of Clarke's clit.

Clarke shrieked, head back against the pillow, bucking her hips.

"Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy…" Clarke pleaded, voice trailing off.

Natasha smirked with more predatory intent. She moved her mouth from Clarke's clit. "Good girl," She purred when her mouth was away from Clarke's clit and she licked her tongue all the way up all along Clarke's clit over and over again.

Clarke screamed again thrusting her hips up into Natasha's mouth as she arched up off of the bed as she squirmed and bucked.

Natasha chuckled into Clarke's cunt, the sound sending jolts of ecstasy through Clarke as the sound vibrated against her clit, and Natasha proceeded to continue thrusting her strong, graceful, talented fingers in and out of Clarke again and again and again.

Natasha pulled her tongue away from Clarke's clit and pulled her fingers out of Clarke. She looked up at the younger woman.

When Natasha stopped licking and stopped thrusting her fingers, Clarke whimpered, shaking, "Nat-mommy, why did you stop?"

Natasha chuckled, grinning, "You sure you want me to continue, malyshka?"

"Yes!" Clarke cried out, pleading, "Mommy, please! I'll do anything, please! Mommy, please!"

Natasha's grin widened and dove forward, "Good girl." She wrapped her lips around Clarke's clit and sucked again, this time harder, her fingers now beginning again to thrust in and out of Clarke's cunt.

Clarke arched again off the bed, and when Natasha increased the speed of both her sucking at Clarke's clit and the three fingers of her left hand continued to pump in and out of Clarke ruthlessly, and Clarke was finally sent over the edge, thrusting up again and again, screaming as her second orgasm hit and hit her hard like a flood tearing through her.

She arched off the bed as she screamed assaulted by her orgasm.

Natasha licked at Clarke's clit as Clarke slowly came down from her high, and pulled her fingers out of her young lover.

She pulled her mouth and began sitting up, ignoring how wet she herself was and how hard her nipples were. She could see to that soon enough. For now? She needed to make sure Clarke was alright.

And needed to make sure that Clarke wanted to continue.

She crawled up along the length of the bed and alongside Clarke, laying down on her side next to the young blonde.

"Clarke," Natasha said softly, reaching her right hand out, which was soaked with Clarke's pleasure, but that wouldn't matter, as they would be showering afterwards, "We're going to take a break right now, love," She said, "I'm going to make sure that you get some water into your system."

Clarke snorted, chuckling, the dazed look in her eyes clearing up, "You know that because I'm not like any other species, I don't fucking need to take a break. I have way more energy than a human."

Natasha nodded, smile widening. "I know, love," She said, "But that's part of this relationship. Will you let me take care of you?"

Natasha felt a thrill of delight when she saw how Clarke shuddered at the words, "let me take care of you?"

Very obviously, Clarke was excited at that aspect.

It didn't surprise Natasha. After all, she had been right about Clarke's abandonment issues.

She wanted to be taken care of, even if Clarke didn't want to admit that she did.

And Natasha was more than happy to indulge that need and want that Clarke had.

"Just let mommy take care of you, malyshka,"Natasha crooned and Clarke gave a small whine and nodded at Natasha's urgency. Natasha's smile widened again when she saw Clarke nod to her.

It seemed Clarke was learning the joys of submission.

"Let me get some water." Natasha said, getting up from the bed and going to the bathroom, filling a glass with water and bringing it to the bed, sitting down and helping Clarke sit up. Clarke took the glass and drank some of the water.

Several minutes had passed. Natasha, during that time, held Clarke, gave her more water, hydrated herself, and asked if Clarke needed to eat anything or if she wanted to drink any blood.

Clarke needed to drink blood but she didn't seem to need to, not yet.

Natasha nodded and told Clarke that they'd begin again, in a few minutes, if Clarke wanted to start again.

Those minutes had passed on by, and Natasha asked Clarke if she was sure she wanted to begin again.

Clarke had eagerly nodded and had promised Natasha that she was ready and that she wanted to start again. She then asked Natasha, a plea in her voice if she could touch Natasha and make love to her, as well.

Natasha smiled playfully at Clarke and said, "Soon, but only if you're very, very good, sweetie, alright?"

Clarke had nodded quickly. "Yes, mommy." She said and Natasha almost purred. Almost.

"Well, then," Natasha said, "If you're ready again, love, will you obey me?"

Clarke nodded quickly again, looking excited.

Natasha gestured to the bed. "Lie down on your stomach on the bed, malyshka,"She commanded, "Hands on the bed, above your head. And don't move."

Natasha fought a smirk when she saw Clarke shiver at the command. And Clarke did as she was instructed. She went along the bed, and on her chest and put her arms above her head, laying her head on the bed under her arms on the right side of her face, awaiting what Natasha was to do next.

"That's my good girl," Natasha said tenderly, walking over to the bed and laying down on it, reaching out with her right hand and cupping Clarke's chin in her hand and looked into Clarke's eyes, "Are you ready, malysha?"

At Clarke's blue eyes became black, Natasha smiled, knowing that yes, Clarke was ready.

Clarke's eyes became black when she was aroused, as well as when she was angry.

Natasha grinned and released Clarke's chin and slipped slowly alongside Clarke's body, right hand stroking along Clarke's back and said in another commanding tone, "Stay lying down. Now I want you to prop yourself up on your knees. I want your ass up, milaya devushka."

Clarke whimpered, her fangs sticking out just from under her lips in response, and did as Natasha said, propping herself up on her knees, rear sticking out, as she lay down still on her stomach. "Yes, mommy." Clarke said quietly and Natasha this time purred.

Her sweet little girl, her darling romantic partner soulmate.

She was going to show her little submissive, just how much mommy loved her.

Natasha went to her dresser and opened it, feeling Clarke's eyes on her.

Natasha smirked at this, as she pulled out two things from her dresser. A jar of lube and a strap-on.

She heard Clarke gasp when she saw these items.

Natasha chuckled and slowly began to buckle the smooth, long, pink strap onto herself, opening up the jar of lube and scooping out a good portion of it, wiping it along the length of her strap.

When her strap was layered all over with lube, Natasha turned back to Clarke, showing the protrusion from her groin.

She watched as Clarke shivered, but thanks to the lights in the room, saw the hunger in Clarke's eyes.

Natasha moved forward, pleased that Clarke's eyes were still on the toy.

Natasha positioned herself behind Clarke, taking Clarke's hips in her hands, and carefully positioned the toy at Clarke's cunt.

"All you have to do is say your safe word, love," Natasha reassured Clarke, "If you want to stop."

But Natasha was sure that Clarke didn't want to stop.

Natasha smirked when she heard Clarke moan out, "No, mommy, I don't want to stop. Please fuck me with your cock."

Natasha grinned like a predator, placed her right hand against Clarke's clit and began rubbing it, and began again, thrusting her strap slowly inside of Clarke, bringing gasps, moans, whines, cries and screams from her little girl.

Author's note:

As always, pure smut. But hoped you enjoyed it and hoped you found it touching. This was just supposed to be Clarke and Natasha's first time together. Clarke's twenty-one in this. And this is sort of the "beginning" for them, after Natasha finds Clarke in the Ice Nation.

And the comment I put in about "virginity not existing," was an edit I made just now in the story, referencing Valpolyto's Office Plaything story, The first time. Because well, yes, there is no such thing as virginity. It's just used to control women.