The Presidents Daughter || NATASHA X FEM READER

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The month had passed rather slowly, people came to visit me daily but never stayed long. I spent a lot of time alone, with nothing to do but think. Natasha stayed with me some nights but I was always too tired when she arrived to stay up any longer. My strength slowly came back just as the doctor said. I still couldn't get over the fact that someone tried to kill me. It made me paranoid sometimes, but other times it gave me a burst of energy.

I wanted to go bungee jumping, I wanted to go sky diving, I wanted to run. My injuries wouldn't allow me to jump in the beginning, but near the end of the month, I was running on the treadmill. I wasn't allowed to go outside much, instead of the one black car in the driveway there were now 5 and agents at every entrance of my house but thankfully that would also end soon. My mom told me that the people responsible were already being punished, but I guess that was being kept a secret because the news hadn't mentioned anything. My body ached but I didn't know if it was from the injuries or the running, maybe even both.

Eden wanted to stay with me but I told him that it would be better if he focused on preparing for the elections, and he did.

Sydney and Theo came to see me a lot, Theo of course was clueless as to why I was so weak.

I met with one of my dad's realtor friends to sell my house, it was too big for just me. I bought a Condo in the watergate complex instead. I sold everything in the house, including all of the clothes and purses except the Birkin of course.

I desperately needed to start fresh again.

"What happened here?" Natasha says walking into the nearly empty house. The treadmill was the only thing that remained.

"I'm moving," I say smiling running on the treadmill. I might've forgotten to mention it to her and everybody else.

She tilts her head confused.

"Watergate," I say stopping the treadmill. "I'll be closer to the White House, and ill have a view of the water. And the monument." I fix my ponytail. "It's more modern I felt it was a better fit for me."

"Are you feeling okay?" she places the back of her hand on my forehead jokingly.

I grab her hand and hold it while I drink water.

She leans in for a kiss. She pulls away but I grab her face and plant many quick kisses on her cheeks.

"I love you," I say before kissing her cheek for the last time. She laughs. "I'm going to shower quickly and we'll make our way there." I look around noticing there is no furniture. "Maybe wait in the car?"

"No," she puts her bag down and takes her heels off. "I'll join you." She begins to undress slowly as if to tease me. She stood there for a moment and let me admire her. She wore a matching green set with a Garter belt. With her red hair, it kind of made her resemble poison, Ivy.

"This was for later but I think I've waited enough," she wraps her hands around my waist, "go get ready for me baby," her hand moved to my stomach and then down through my shorts. "I want you soaking wet."

The door opens and interrupts us.

"Where the fuck is all the furniture?" Sydney screams in the house, she turns her head toward us, her mouth drops. She closes the door behind her and leans on it. "No, please continue. Just act like I'm not here."

Natasha makes no effort to hide and for some reason I love it. "Hi Sydney," she turns to say.

"I'm going to go shower" I laugh.

"This is cute, where'd you get it from?" I hear Sydney ask as I'm walking away.

"Victoria's Secret" Natasha responds kindly.

I shower quickly and change into a lavender pantsuit.

Natasha, Sydney, and I pull up to the garage of the complex, about 15 agents escort us inside.

A golden Buddha statue greets us in the foyer.

"This is very different," Sydney says.

"I felt like a middle-aged mom living in that house, I needed more colorful decor," I say. I used a lot of prints for the furniture. I bought paintings that perfectly match the red and wooden accents of the condo. I even bought a grand piano to put in the study.

"Oh my god look at this Balcony!" Sydney exclaims, opening the door to exit. The balcony wrapped around the whole place and was accessible from both bedrooms and the living room.

"I love it," Natasha says.

We pop champagne on the balcony to celebrate. We talk about the view and people watch for a while until the sunset.

Sydney had to go home to Theo.

"I didn't get a chance to see the bedroom," Natasha says while I placed the glasses in the kitchen sink.

"They're only 2 here, which one do you want to see," I say innocently, I hadn't realized she was making a move.

"Whichever one you want to be undressed in." She grabs my hips from behind and pressed against me.

Her hands move to my pants and unbutton them. I turn around and take off my shirt to reveal the red strappy balconette bra.

"you're not the only one who shops at Victoria's Secret." I pull on her garters.

She looks down and at my chest and runs her fingers over the stitches, they were still healing but it didn't hurt anymore. She looks up at me with sad eyes.

"I'm okay, Nat" I whisper. I grab her hand and lead her to the main bedroom.

She walks in and opens the big glass door to the balcony.

"What are you doing? Someone might see." I sit on the bed.

"That's part of the fun," she smirks, crawling on top of me.

She kisses over my scars as she makes her way up to kiss my lips.

She adjusts herself between my legs and my breath hitches.

"One month made you this sensitive? I'll be gentle baby" she reaches her hand under her to move my underwear to the side and she does the same for hers.

She lifts one of my legs and places herself between them. She throws her head back and slowly grinds on me. I hold on to her hip and thrust myself into her.

Her hands run up my stomach to my breast and squeeze them.

"Tell me you love me," she says moaning.

"I love you, Natasha" she thrust into me faster.

"Scream it, Scream my name" she whispers. Her pace brings me closer to my climax.

"Fuck, Natasha don't stop" I scream.

"Y/N, Y/N" she moans. Her voice signals my body to release. I squeeze her thighs tightly, she rides her high out on me at the same time. She collapses her body on top of me, I wrap my arms around her and kiss the top of her head.

"Don't leave me," she whispers.

I hug her tighter, "never"