N.R. One Shots

Roses

Me casually turning lyrics of every possible song gay ;-; Sorry in advance for the ending..

Take it slow but its not typical
She already knows that my love is fire.

You're tired of the small glances, smiles and discreet touches. You want more. You want what she's scared of giving you...you want her love.

You sigh and down your drink. 

"Y/N its hard... You know it is, for me. Its complicated.." All you can see is her eyes shining a bright green in the dark. She reaches forward and strokes your cheek softly.

"I love you Tasha.. You."

Nat sighs and climbs into your lap, enveloping herself in the warmth of your love. "I know..and I think I love you too.."

Her heart was a stone but then her hands roam
I turn her to gold and it took her higher

Soft arms close around your waist, trapping you in place. You laugh and lean back into the familiar embrace, inhaling the scent thats purely Natasha Romanoff.

"What's cooking?"
"Pancakes."
Nat nuzzles your cheek. "Blueberry for me?"
"We're out of blueberries.."

An unmistakable pout adorns her face as she cocks her head to the side to give you her puppy eyes.

"C'mon... Chocolate chips aren't that bad.."

You kiss her pouting lips once, twice till she's smiling. "Okay if u say so," she smiles.

Nat let's go of you, stepping back to go shower.  Clint is sitting on the couch, he's looking at you with surprise.

"What?"
"Nothing just.." He stares at Nat's retreating back and back at you. "How do you do that with her?"

You shrug.

I'll be your  day dream
I'll wear your favorite things
We could be beautiful
Get drunk on the good life
I'll take you to paradise

"My shirt really looks great on you," Nat smirks from the bed. You look up from your paper work and blush, tugging the long black shirt into your hands.

"You think?"

Nat nods and you smile again. "Whaaat are you looking at?" You whine as you feel her staring.

"Nothing. Just wondering what I'll have to do for you to get your cute little ass here and kiss me."

You blush again, biting your lip. Jumping on the bed, you straddle her lap, planting a firm kiss on Nat's lips. You yelp when she grabs you tight and kisses you back.

"What are you doing to me, Y/N Y/L/N..." She whispers, running her hands through your hair.

"The question is, what are you going to do to me..." You mutter, kissing her again feverishly.

"Is that right?"

Say you'll never let me go..
Deep in my bones I can feel you
Take me back to a time only we knew
Hideaway

"Nat you can't leave me...baby please. Please.."
Your desperate whispers tug at her heart. She pulls you closer to her chest, longing to stretch out the few minutes you have left together.

"Please.."

"Y/N don't... Don't make it harder than it already is.."

You bury your face in her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. You both know what might happen if she goes on this mission. Besides....two years is too long.

"What if you forget me..."
"You know I won't."
"What if it gets extended. What if you meet someone better there, I've heard Swedes are really pretty.. What if-"

Nat plants a soft kiss to your lips, shutting you up. "No what ifs."

You smile slightly.

We could waste the night
With an old film
Smoke a little weed on the couch
In the backroom
Hideaway

You walk into your room to see Nat's delicate frame sprawled across your bed. She smiles cheekily and it takes you a moment to register....she's back.

You throw yourself into her open arms, hugging her tight enough to cut off her breath. "I thought you were coming on Monday!"

"I'll be coming right away if you use those fingers right."
You gasp and giggle as she pushes u back into the sheets, two years worth of love and need filling her eyes. She kisses softly all over your face, down your neck. "I missed you so much detka," she mumbles against your skin, making you shiver.

Say you'll never let me go
Say you'll never let me go

You brush the old flowers off the stone, warm in the sun, and sit down in front of it. "I miss you.." You whisper, tracing the engraving on the dull grey tombstone. Its been three years, yet you find yourself at this very spot everyday. Waiting, for god knows what. Yearning.

Natasha Romanoff. Daughter. Sister. Avenger.

And the love of your life.