Chatroom ━ ✰ Natasha Romanoff ✰

Chapter Six

The sun slipped through the curtains, landing right in her eyes. She wanted to keep sleeping but the blinding light solidified her decision to let herself fully wake up instead of slipping back into sleep. Her body felt heavy, cushioned by the bed, and the remnants of last night could be felt deep in her hips; pain has never been such a joyous reminder for her. She swears that the sweat that formed on her skin had not left, but that could be because Natasha's arm was keeping her body close to hers. She radiated warmth in this cold winter, literally and figuratively.

Y/n tried to wiggle out of her grasp, but Natasha just wouldn't let go, giving away that she was not sleeping like Y/n believed her to be.

"Stop moving...I'm trying to enjoy this."

Her voice was scratchy and she had obviously not been up for that long either. It was early in the morning, earlier than the two are used to waking up. Y/n is too lazy to try and grab her phone to check the time. She knows she's going to have to wake-up and hurry back to her hotel before the first seminar which occurs at 10 am. Y/n assumes that it's probably around 7 which gives her some time to sink into Natasha's bed and enjoy her presence for just a little bit longer.

Natasha pulled her in closer, trapping Y/n in her arms and heat. It was too early to get riled up, especially after last night exhausted them both, but she can't help but kiss the back of her bare neck. She tenses up against Natasha's body at the feeling of those soft lips pressing into her skin. Y/n wants to tell her to stop, tell her that she wore her out last night and that she just wants to cuddle, but she feels something stirring in her belly. The feeling is only exacerbated when Natasha's hands slide down her front.

Y/n turned around in Natasha's grasp to face her. They were so close; foreheads pressed together and lips nearly touching.

"Hi."

"Hi."

Her hands don't stay still just because Y/n is now facing her. She still takes the opportunity to let her hands wander over Y/n's body as if she hasn't already memorized her. Y/n sighs feeling her hands sliding over the sore spots on her body. Little vignettes of Natasha spreading her apart and digging her fingertips into her thighs, hips, and ass are imprinted in her mind. She never knew someone could treat her with such care and like she was a delicacy.

Y/n presses her lips to Natasha's and the palm of her hand falls on her cheek. They're too tired to kiss with the same passion they shared last night but her kiss burns just the same.

Natasha is surprised that Y/n is the one seemingly trying to initiate things. It had taken her a while to open up intimately and Natasha was the one that had to take control. Last night had been slow and sensual; Natasha took the time to make sure Y/n was going to go to sleep satisfied. "I love you" danced on her tongue the entire time they were in the throes of it. When they finally settled is when she said it. Saying it felt so weird, but right at the same time. It did not feel like a regular "I love you."

"Last night was amazing," Natasha whispers warmly against Y/n's lips. She kissed her again, this time lingering.

Y/n felt an ache between her legs and it only got worse as Natasha spoke and kissed her. She once thought for a short period of time that Natasha was just using her body for pleasure, but no one who touched her like she does is doing it for ulterior motives. She wants to drown in her embrace, forever and always. She had treated her sweetly yet there was always a raw passion there that made it somewhat rough. Natasha was very attentive to her last night and that made Y/n want to give every inch of herself over to her. It almost made her sick how much she loves her.

Natasha places herself between her legs, wraps her arms around her again, and kisses her. She was pleased when Y/n kissed her back with intention. Y/n's body beneath hers feels so right, like this is where the two of them belong.