𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑. 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴

𝘯𝘳 | 𝘧

LONG OVER DUE:
NATASHA ROMANOFF

𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺: idkimjustbored2

[𝙩𝙬 - 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙣𝙟𝙪𝙧𝙮, 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚.]

𝘠/𝘕

NATASHA COMES HOME soon. That's what she said, but she didn't specify a time. So, that means I can't wait by the door to welcome her home, safe and sound. I can't kiss on the lips like I've been dreaming of doing for the past three months. Doing things I have craved since she left. But I've got one small, ittie-bittie problem.

You know, if men went through the same shit that we went through, then honestly, we'd like in a better world. Because if men went through a week of straight up torture, there's no saying what would happen. For one, they'd actually fucking listen and understand. What a world we live in, hey?

The last time Nat contacted me was last Friday, just before they were landing in the Czech Republic, and as far as I know, they - Cap, Stark, Nat, Buck and Sam - were going into a heated fight, with no extent to time or loss of life. I didn't know know if she was alive.

Wanda opens my door, the door knob turning red with her magic. I peel my eyes away from the TV screen to give her a half hearted smile, and look at her tiredly.

"Oh, honey." Wanda coos, giving me a small laugh. "You alright?"

"I could be better." I lick my lips.

"Well, I brought you these." She says softly, placing a tray and a basket of my bedside table. "There's a couple chocolate bars, nice warm cup of milk, sanitary shit and some sleeping masks, nail polish, girl stuff. More food-"

"Yeah, I get it, thanks, Wands."

"No problem, Y/N. Anything. Also, I left you a couple paracetamol on your bathroom counter top, with a glass of water. Take those will you?"

I sigh but nod at her. She leaves with a smile. "Get some rest, you." She calls as she closes the door. I let out a short laugh as I trudge into the bathroom, my eyes immediately settling on the tall glass of water and two identically round pain killers sitting on top of the sink's marble counter part.

I take a mouthful of water, tilt my head back while cupping a pill in my hand. I take a slow breath before I throw it into my mouth and swallow. I take the second one before turning on the faucet. The cold water flushes out, rimming the bowl. I cup my hands and fill them up, water running over and between my locked fingers.

I dry my face before I leave the bathroom, taking my water with me. As I turn off the light and close the door, I take a sip, letting the liquid seep down my throat refreshingly. I turn away from my bed, placing the glass down on the chest of draws before squatting to sift through for a hoodie. After a third draws has been sorted through, I find Nat's black jumper, and I slip into it straight away. It is nice. Smells like her. Soft Nat. The woman I miss. I sigh before I turn back already to head back to bed and return to my sad, sad binging of Friends before I pass out.

Just before I sit down to slip off my socks, I hear a her. Before I see her. I push the head down but don't turn my head, just incase I imagined it.

"Miss me?" That voice again. That sweet and soft melody that sent my heart spiralling. My head turns so quick that I'll probably wake up tomorrow morning with whiplash, but I hardly give a damn. My eyes connect with hers and I'm off the bed in a flash. Her laugh sends me spinning.

"Natasha!" I squeal, jumping into Nat's arms, wrapping my legs around her waste as my hands entangle behind the back of her neck.

She locks her lips with mine and I urge it on, almost tugging her into me.

"Oh, Natasha," I breathe as I pull away. "Where the hell have you been?"

Natasha walks towards the bed, her hands wrapped under my thighs, keeping my body pressed securely against hers. "We were compromised."

"What-? What happened then? Are the other alright? Are you alright?" I patter as Nat outs me gently on the bed. She laughs as she strips out of her leather jacket.

"Yes, my love. I'm fine."

"No injuries?"

"None."

"Were there endless nights wishing for me?"

"Every single day."

I sigh at her. This was the moment I had been waiting for months, and yet, it was a little underwhelming.

"What's wrong, Y/N?" Nat whispers against my lips. "Never thought I'd see the day you had nothing to say."

"Everything's a little . . ."

"Up in your face? Like something is missing?" Nat suggests.

I look up at her. "You feel it too?"

"Kinda, though my mind is killing me for not chucking you on the bed, ripping your clothes off and fucking the shit out of you."

I laugh at her, "And why aren't you doing that? What made you wait?"

"It's that time of the month now, isn't it, honey." It's barely a question, edging massively towards being a statement. This woman knows me like the back of her hand.

"You know me too well, Nat." I scrunch up my nose. "How could you tell?"

"I can see it in your eyes. They're begging for my touch, yet receding at the idea."

I hum in response. She's right. So eff-ing right. And I kinda hate it, kinda love it. No one should get you so much that they know when your on your period just because they looked in your eyes. I try to shrug it off, but honestly, it's just a little creepy.

"Sorry, that was a bit intrusive." Nat looks away, flopping her body onto the space next to me.

"No, no. It's fine. A little creepy? Yes, but I love how you can get me so fast. Makes me fall in love with you all over again." I admit. She's my creepy lover. My darling weirdo. I crawl on top of her, resting my lips on hers softly, pulling away with her lip between my teeth. She moans a little.

"Don't do that, Y/N," warns Nat. "You might be MIA, but I'm not, and regardless of your current situation, if you tease me, you turn me on. Simples."

I chuckle as I nod. I slip off her. "Cuddle me?" I ask quietly.

"Sure, darling. Come on then." Nat sits up, then proceeds to prop herself up against the pillow-padded head board before opening up her arms towards me. I smile to myself as I clamber into her hold, embracing her warmth and snuggling into her calm body.

This is what I missed. This is what I'll keep safe. Forever.