N.R. One Shots

I'm home

'Honey, I'm home,' you think as you walk into the apartment, door opening and closing quietly. Stealthily, you make your way into the bedroom.

And there she is. The love of your life.

She's in a pristine white bathrobe, a bottle of vodka by her side. Vanilla, her favourite.

"Y/N," she says, slowly turning around, quite unperturbed that here you are, standing right in her bedroom, a layer of grime, dirt and blood covering you, five years after you left suddenly without saying goodbye.

"I've been waiting."

"I see you've maintained the house."
"You caught me right after cleaning day."
"You used to hate those."

"Well, you've changed me, Miss Y/L/N."
"Is that emotion I hear, Romanoff?"
She let's out a hollow smile. "I would suspect."

Then a bitter silence falls over you both.

No one knew better than you, how much it had hurt to leave. Tony begged you to stay, Steve threatened you, Pepper cried and Bucky simply nodded his head and smiled.

You left Nat a letter, explaining the circumstances, too much of a coward to face her. And yet, here you are.

You and Nat were complicated. It was no secret to either of you that the other liked you. But circumstances, lifestyles, things, those worthless stupid things had kept you well out of each others way.

Well, you out of her way. Nat tried; she tried to get you to love her back. She flirted, made you jealous, begged... She did everything to try and be more, more than just crushes.

And she succeeded. You both were in love, and it seemed nothing would pull you apart. But then the missions started, the dangers, the gunshots and bullet wounds.

With that came the arguments, the screams. But you, your selfish stupid self did nothing.
Until you left.

"What, no hug for me?" Nat asked, her beautiful lips pulled up in a smirk.

"Its all white," you indicate to her bathrobe. "And I'm filthy," you point to yourself, still clad in the mission suit.

"Does it matter?"
"I don't wanna get it dirty," you shrug.

"Oh I wouldn't worry about it," Nat whispers, unfastening the ties of her robe, letting it fall to the ground revealing her naked body.

"That's not what I meant," you say, averting your eyes.

She starts towards you. "If this had been a few years ago, I would have drawn it out. I would've made you wait, made you jump through hoops just to see me naked. But time... We don't have time, do we?"

You shake your head.

Nat is right in front of you, a breath of air between you both, a fragile barrier.

"They asked me why I still waited," she whispers. "They asked me why I was still counting on you, why I couldn't just get over you. I drove Barton half mad, trying to figure out your coordinates. But how could I explain...."

She closes her eyes in pure ecstacy as your hands travel up her waist, resting on her shoulder blades.

"How could I explain the euphoria, the fire you ignite in me? Even now, I stand here completely naked in front of you. I've never felt so raw, exposed. So, truly, vulnerable. No one, not a single girl or guy makes me feel this way, believe me I've tried.

I tried to scratch you out of my head, but GOD," she emphasizes the 'god'. "I've never loved one like you."

You cup her face and she sighs, opening her eyes.

"Kiss me," she breaths, her lips inches away from yours. And you comply.

You've forgotten her taste, the slight sweetness, like avocados. You gasp as you realised how much you've missed this. Her lips part, letting you explore her mouth, and you both moan longingly.

Nat pulls away after a minute, both of you dazed.

"You need a bath," she jokes, flicking dried mud off your chest.
"I could use one..."

"Join me," she says, half smiling as she starts undressing you. You help her.

(....)

She pushes you onto the bedspread, both of you eager to rediscover each other. Love making is a tangle of limbs, hungry and rough kisses, both of you determined to explore every inch of the others skin, to know what you've missed. A scar here, a scratch there, its like finding bits of your lives.

Nat is especially gentle, since you still have unhealed cuts and bruises.

After the initial feverish, lust driven love, you both lie, bare and satiated, in each others arms, staring soulfully at each other.

"So," Nat finally speaks. "When do you leave again?" She asks, with a resigned smile.

She has been asking you this since you arrived, but you know why she is. What she wants, needs, even if she will not admit, is constant reassurances, promises, that you will stay.

"I'm not leaving, not again," you swear, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear.
"Not ever."

Nat sighs in satisfaction and closes her eyes, in a few minutes falling fast asleep.

"Good night, my love," you whisper, placing tender kisses on her cheeks and lashes, nose and lips.

"And when you wake, I'll be here...."