Avengers Imagines

Ch. 4~Natasha Fluff/Fall Series

I'm careful and quiet as I stir in the sugar for my coffee and tiptoe back to the bedroom. My socked feet stop at the doorway to sip on my favorite drug and take in the sight in front of me. A white comforter sits rumpled on top of jade green sheets barely covering a gorgeous body. Golden shards of light are thrown throughout the room by the sea glass hanging just outside the window as they shake and sway in the light fall breeze.

The ocean outside is covered in white foam and the beach is being pummeled by the angry waves illuminated by the just rising sun. The sky is roiling with gold, pink, purple, and blue, but all that pales to the beauty in the bed. My eyes zero in on a triangular splinter of light slicing down her beautiful spine to illuminate a small raised line; one of her many scars. The blankets just barely cover her ass, but I dare not move them. It's rare that Natasha sleeps naked and moving or making any noise whatsoever may cause her to stir. I want as much time to absorb this image and burn it into my brain as possible.

Speaking of burning, her hair looks like fire was spilled onto the jade pillow. A stark contrast to the cream of her bare skin. Freckles are scattered across her back among the scars and she has one mole just to the bottom right corner of her right shoulder blade. Her muscular arms are stretched up underneath her pillow and that just exacerbates the seductive curve of her spine. God, she's beautiful. My eye caresses her every curve all the way up to her lips, then eyes, only to find they're open and looking at me. Her plump lips curve into that signature smirk and I just can't help myself anymore. Setting aside my coffee, I round the bed and slowly climb onto the end. My lips drop to drag up her supple, silk skin and I pay extra close attention to each scar as I travel. A heavy sigh escapes her lips as I do so until I've reached her neck. Our bodies are lain across one another's as I press a kiss to her jaw, her cheek, the corner of her mouth, and finally, her lips.

"Morning." I whisper and feel her grin against my lips.

"Good morning. Have a good look or do you need more time?" She teases and I roll my eyes.

"I'll take whatever you give me." My voice is quiet and joking, but when she pushes herself up, showcasing the smooth curve of her breasts and her already hardening nipples, I swallow. "Definitely need more time now." I breathe hoarsely and blink when she laughs.

"Mm, if it were up to you we'd never get out of bed." She pecks my lips and slips out from under me, nearly making me drool as she bends over to grab a baggy, black, discarded t-shirt.

"Something wrong with that?" I ask as she steals my coffee, rubbing the edge over her bottom lip before taking a sip.

"Actually, I was thinking of taking a dip. Join me?" She offers and my lips part in surprise.

"Out in that?" My head tilts towards the window. "No thanks, babe. I'll be waiting with another cup of coffee in the warm house. Kiss before you freeze your lips off?" I slide off the bed and tug down my own baggy, olive, t-shirt. Pushing the now empty mug into my hands, her plump lips plant themselves on mine and I just manage to catch the cup before she walks out the French doors towards the pale sand. Tongue in between my teeth, I watch her toss the shirt away and descend into the waves before going back to the kitchen and making myself another cup of coffee. When the front door opens I don't even look up. "Too cold for you, hu-" My eyes widen when I turn and see Tony standing there. "The hell are you doi-"

"The two soldiers are a little ways behind me, so look out." He informs me without any real concern in his tone and I tense further.

"Someone else is here." I hiss and his amber eyes widen.

He nods in approval. "Good for you. Bout time you got some dick." Tony comments with a hint of pride.

Tempted to throw my hot coffee in his face, I set the mug down. "It's Natasha. She's on the beach. She's going to murder all of you." I emphasize and blood drains from his face.

"You and Natasha? Are you kidding? But...I...how?" He asks instantly and I huff, walking to the bedroom and at least shutting the door so they can't see her stuff there.

"You bought this place for me and every time I take vacation days Natasha does too. You're supposed to be genius but you never figured it out." I make fun a little as I search the space for any evidence of my girlfriend. "We've giggled about it multiple times." My hands once again close around my coffee mug and I take a big gulp. Tony still seems shell-shocked and is staring at me in pure awe. The door opens again and I grind my teeth together. Here we go. Steve and Bucky duck in and both smile affectionately at me before looking around the small cottage.

"Hey. Surprise." Bucky winks at me and I shake my head at them.

"Yeah, what's exactly the occasion for this surprise?" I ask and try to tell Tony with my eyes to stop staring at me.

Steve shrugs. "Heard you had a beach house that we'd never been invited to. Figured inviting ourselves was the only way we'd see it." A winning smile disguises the sharp sass that contained, but I still flip him off for it.

"Someone else here?" Bucky asks and puts his hand on the doorknob to the bedroom.

"Oh god, please don't go in there." I beg and Tony covers his laugh sloppily with a cough and a hand over his face. "It's a mess." I excuse lamely as both soldiers glance at the other and back at me.

"Damn. Someone is in here. Good for you." Bucky commends me and I huff.

"Does everyone apparently think I've been getting less than Steve?" I wave at him and he scoffs while Tony and Bucky laugh. Suddenly, the doorknob is pulled out of Bucky's hand and Natasha exits the bedroom still in that black shirt.

A rare silence descends over the room as she nonchalantly walks over to me and slaps my ass. "Sorry Rogers. You're still the one person here not getting regularly laid." She throws the words over her shoulder before turning back to us with a coffee in her hands and a smirk on her face. Steve keeps blinking and Bucky's mouth drops when Nat snakes an arm around my waist to stake her claim. Tony's just rubbing his jaw in fascination.

"Problem?" She asks and looks between the three men. All three shake their heads after the words sink in. A happy smile on my face, I peck her cheek.

"I love you." I murmur. Her lips curve up.

"I know."

*A/N*
God, I need to write more Natasha.❤️