tell me that you're still mine [blackhill]

why don't you see me

"Do you think this dress looks better on me or was the other one better?"

I look up and see Hill staring at me in a beautiful shimmery red maxi dress. Its fitted her in all the right places. She looked gorgeous.

"Yeah, it looks alright, Hill. What do you think?"

"Nat, if I knew I wouldn't have asked you to come. Just give me something please?"

I smirk and stare at her pretending as if I'm thinking. It's definitely this dress. She looks so beautiful like that, her eyes are shimmering and her smile could light up the whole room. I know I shouldn't be thinking this but I can't help it, she may never think about me but it doesn't stop me from thinking about her.

"Hmm, it's a close one but the red dress pulls you up to an 8. If you let me do your makeup, I can turn you into something salvageable, maybe."

Maria snorts and bursts into laughter and it's the most beautiful thing I have ever heard. She's crouched over laughing and leaning against the stall.

"Alright, you can do my makeup, now go. I'll go check out and meet you at the Triskellion. Oh, and don't forget I'm still your boss Romanoff, you keep it up and I'll make you work desk duty for a month."

I snort and leave quickly before she really does put me on desk duty. Although, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. I would be around more and I could see Maria on more occasions.

Shit Natasha, what is this? Working desk duty? You'd die of boredom.

I glance back at Hill. She changed back into camo swears and a black button up with her hair in a lazy bun. She shouldn't look good, there's nothing about her that should make her attractive, but everything about her is perfect. I leave the store quickly before she notices.

Two Days Later :)

"Maria, if you keep moving, your face is going to be covered in mascara. We can't have that or else you'll be stuck at an 8."

Maria closes her eyes and sticks her tongue out blowing raspberries at me. I raise my eyebrow at her and place my hand on her cheek to hold her face steady. My hands are steady but I don't know how much longer I can take it. I'm on her lap straddling her while she's smiling at me with her gorgeous eyes.  I may tease her and say that's she not pretty but if only she knew how I really felt about her.

It takes me 10 minutes to do her makeup. 8 of those 10 minutes are because she wouldn't stop squirming as I applied mascara. She really doesn't need makeup and I start to realize why she doesn't wear any. I get off her lap and give her my hand to help her up.

"Alright, that's about it. After you put on the dress, don't forget about the earpiece and mic. Vic and I will be monitoring the comms so if you need anything just talk or say the word. "

She laughs before she says "Relax Nat, this isn't my first field mission. I'll be fine, go on."

I give her a smile and leave the room and something starts bubbling in the pit of my stomach. I know she'll be fine, she isn't even supposed to do combat as a last resort.

She's just the decoy so why am I so worried.

I think about the mission. She'll look perfect as ever casually flirting with a sleaze while strike team A infiltrates the target's room. She'll have her hands on him, laugh at his miserable attempts at flirting and charming her into his bed. That's all he wants though, to get Maria into his bed and let himself enjoy for a night and forget about her the next day. Something about that doesn't sit right with Natasha, even if Maria is handling things on her own terms. No one should have Maria end up in their beds, except for me.