To My Dearly Detested Natasha...

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Y/N POV-

"To whatever end" I whispered against her lips before they met. Our lips moulded together just as perfectly as before as if they were made for each other. We were both terrified of the emptiness when we would pull away and so we continued this for a while. I started to pull back my lips first. "Natasha, this is wrong." I told her. She leaned in against my lips again but I pulled away again. "Please" She begged. I watched her pleading eyes and the temptation began to build rapidly inside of me.

I smashed my lips against hers once again as my hands ran through her unusually short locks. Hers ran through my newly styled hair also.

We both eventually pulled back to observe one another. "New hair." I started. "Ditto." She replied smirking.

I decided, after leaving the compound, it was time for a change. I had gathered a lot of 'fans' since my involvement with the earth's defenders. Some for the better and some not so much. They are rather famous. My hair was still my natural chestnut colour but it held a messy personality and just about touched my shoulders.

Reference photo ^

"I like it" Natasha told me honestly. "Yours is hot," I complimented "But now there won't be much for me to pull." I said winking. Her cheeks grew the usual red tint I had longed to see again. "Maybe you should let me make you feel something for once." She suggested to which she earned a laugh from me. "Oh baby, not a chance." I said in a low tone.

"Why don't you ever let me do anything to you?" She asked me, curiosity clearly showing through her eyebrow being raised. "I was uh... treated badly before the mafia... so I don't exactly feel comfortable to-" She pressed her lips to mine. "It's ok, we don't have to talk about it, I don't mind. I like how you focus on making me feel good." She smiled. "Speaking of making you feel good, can you pretend to be mad so we can have angry make up sex?" I asked. She laughed before adding "No, come on we need to go." She grabbed my hand and pulled me off the bed. "I need to change." I told her as I began to strip. I decided on a dark blue hoodie with baggy jeans.

Reference outfit ^

"You look good, mammina (mommy)." Natasha winked. I always thought it was weird how people called their partners pet names but now come to think of it, I kind of like it- even though she's not my girlfriend, obviously. "Natalia." I warned her. "What?" She asked, acting oblivious as she batted her eyelashes at me. "You know what you're doing with that name." I told her firmly. "So what if I do" She teased which earned an eye roll from me. "Come on let's get back, I can't wait another second for you." I told her. "Actually I want to walk, it's not that far." With that she headed out the door to which I followed.

I walked alongside her and mumbled "Sure but if you say one more thing you're getting fucked on the side of the road." She turned red and gulped before saying "We'll see baby." Again earning a groan and an eye roll from me.

Small time skip

It's not far she said. It won't take long she said. It took us an hour and half to get back since I kept stopping to contain myself every time she teased me. That and the fact that she kept stopping to stroke every dog and greet every baby. I can't lie, it was cute. It made me think about what it would be like if we had a family.

As we entered, I was greeted by everyone. I rushed everything I was saying and only small talked to rush me and Natasha upstairs. Wanda read my mind and so pushed everyone away. I nodded a thank you to her whilst winking and grabbed Natasha's arm.

I practically dragged her down the corridor. "Fucking teasing me the whole way back, good luck trying to walk tomorrow." I said through anger but also desperation to touch her again.

NATASHA POV-

'Fuck, she's really mad.' I thought. I couldn't wait to get through the door and have her fuck me ruthlessly.