N.R. One Shots

Scars, I love you.

Y'all I'm sad.
So I write little sad things.

You rest your arms on the wall, on either side of Nat's head, and lean in. She stares right back, a small smirk adorning her red lips, taunting with her eyes.

You lean in and kiss her ear, taking her earlobe into your mouth.
"Oh Y/N," Nat breaths, letting out a long, drawn out moan. You shiver as her breath brushes past your cheeks.

You continue kissing up and down her neck, leaving a trail of hickeys, and her moans and whines grow louder.

"Baby.." She husks.

You walk her backwards, until the back of her legs hit the bed, sitting her down on the bed.

"You okay babe?" You ask huskily, moving to unzip her gown.

As you tug down the fabric, Nat stops you, biting her lip.
"What's wrong?"

Nat continues to look at you hesitantly. You shift her so its you sitting on the edge of the bed with her sat on your lap, facing you, her front flush against yours.
"We don't have to do this if you don't want to.."

"No! Its not that, I.."
You wait for her to continue.
"I have a lot of...scars..."

You realise what she means. Its not like you haven't seen her scars before. After all, its you helping her clean up, stitching her up, after each mission. But this is the first time you'll see the whole of her.

And she really thinks you'd be bothered by her scars.

"Tasha," you say, pulling down her dress enough to reveal the curved scar on her prominent clavicle. You know the story. Italy, 1940. The Fox Serum.

"I love you." You kiss the scar, slowly. "I love your scars. They're... They're YOU."

Nat still scrunches her nose, looking down.
"Baby, I don't care about your scars. If you ask me, they make you look even sexier," you husk, tugging down her dress even more.

You hug her bare skin close, the love-making forgotten. You want to make her feel loved, feel beautiful.

"I never really cared about who saw them," Nat says, shaking her head. "I don't know what's come over me, I..."

You kiss down her shoulder, finding the shiny, long scar down her ribcage. London. You were there with her.

You trace it with your fingertips, then kiss it. "I wish I could just kiss them away," you say, more to yourself than to the gorgeous woman before you, who's still embarrassed.

"The scars, the memories. But they're a part of you, and they play a role in making you who you are. And so I love them."

You kiss down to the mark on her belly. Then up to the one on her left shoulder. You could kiss her all day.

"Beautiful," you whisper against her skin, making her shiver. "So damn breathtaking."

You lean up, pulling her close against you, and capture her lips in a reassuring kiss.
"I love you, baby."

"I love you too," Nat whispers back, smiling softly. "Thank you."

Then she pulls you into another heated kiss. "Now.. Let's finish what we started, shall we?"
You chuckle and comply.