Professor Romanoff's Angel

26

Y/N's POV

Natasha, Amy and I meet out in the parking lot.
"Professor Romanoff," Amy starts, "I was just wondering if it's alright that I go out on Saturday."
Natasha laughs,
"I'm not your mother, you can do what you want."
Amy laughs too,
"I know, I just meant that I don't have a key so you'd have to leave the door open?"
Natasha unlocks the car,
"Well, I won't be home on Saturday, but Yelena will, I'll let her know."

She won't be home on Saturday, huh? We said that we'd spend the weekend together, does that mean she's taking me somewhere?

I get in the back of the car next to Amy, put our seatbelts on and she starts driving.
When we get to Natasha's house, we head inside and take our coats off. Me and Natasha sit on the couch next to each other and she puts her arm around me.

"You aren't gonna sit with us?" I ask Amy as she sits on a chair off to the side of the living room.
"I would, but I've seen what happens on that sofa." She laughs, Natasha smiles and I just shake my head,
"Nothing even happened."
"Oh, really? The marks on your neck say otherwise." Amy responds,
"That didn't happen on the cou-"
"Shh." Natasha says softly, "You want ice-cream?"

"You have ice-cream and you didn't tell me?" I turn to her as she stands up and walks to the kitchen,
"What flavour do you want?"
"Vanilla." I smile,
"Oh, of course you want vanilla." Natasha smirks, Amy bursts out in laughter.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing, darling." She hands me a tub of vanilla icecream, "You want any, Amy?"
"Have you got chocolate?"
"Yeah." Natasha grabs a tub of chocolate and throws it to Amy. Natasha grabs a tub of mint for herself.

"Natasha, what do you mean by 'of course I'd want vanilla', huh? Are you implying that I'm boring... or vanilla?"
"Maybe." She sits back down next to me.
I lean over to her and whisper in her ear,
"Do you want me to punish you, like we talked about?"
She giggles,
"Maybe."

"Is this my cue to leave?" Amy asks, holding her ice-cream.
"No, no." Natasha smiles, "We're just messing around." She pushes me away and puts her arm around me again.

Sure, yeah, we're just messing around. I have a few ideas for how I could do this, but which is best? I'll have to see what she actually has that I can use.

"What movie do you want to watch?"
"Oh, I have no clue." I say, I never really know what to watch, I normally let other people pick.
"What's your favourite?" Natasha asks,
"Uhhhh...Amy, help."
Amy laughs, "Legally Blonde?"
"Sure." Natasha finds the movie and starts it.
I reach up and hold her hand and lean into her. Amy smiles and watches us, I guess she's so interested because she's never seen me in love before.

Midway through the movie, Natasha leans over to me and whispers in my ear,
"Baby, I know you won't be able to punish me. You're setting yourself up for failure with this little act."
As much as I hate to admit it, she's probably right.
"I've watched you squirm for me," she keeps whispering, "I know what gets you going...darling."

Well, what's life without a bit of friendly competition that'll probably end in great sex? I gently hold her face and turn her head so that I can whisper in her ear.
"Oh, come on, Natasha. Don't you remember our first time? I barely touched you and you were already begging."
She leans away from me, gulping. Looks as though I've won this round.

Amy smiles at us,
"I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be back soon." She's clearly just leaving to give us some space.
Natasha smiles innocently at Amy as if she said nothing out of the ordinary.

Nat then turns to me and nibbles on my ear, it's so hard to resist her.
"Your 'punishment' for me touching myself was letting me fuck you in the shower. Not exactly a punishment, is it?" She teases harshly.
"Oh yeah? You can't be in your own classroom without thinking of me fucking you." I bite back with a smirk.
"Maybe so, but your idea of 'showing me how much you love me' is letting me take control of you, letting me do whatever I want to you."
"You can't keep your eyes off me in class, you get so distracted... I've watched as your stomach tightens," I gently caress her stomach, "and your legs move closer together..." My hand moves down to her thighs, just softly touching her.
"You can- you can see that?" She looks away from me, looks like I'm winning round 2... I haven't won yet though.
"You get turned on by a picture of me where you can't even see my face." I lean close to her, still gently caressing her leg. "You said it yourself, you're crazy for me."

I gently touch her face, directing her to look at me. Her face is red and her legs are clenched. She refuses to look me in my eyes.
"Look at me, baby." She takes a deep breath and makes eye contact. Her beautiful green eyes shimmer in the light.
"Fine, you win." She utters, "Dammit."
I laugh softly,
"You're right about everything. But I was right too."
"And yet, I won." I smile and gently kiss her, I pull away when I hear the bathroom door opening, though Natasha seems to be writhing for more. She crosses her legs and refuses to look at me, but her face is still glowing red.

Amy returns and sits back down on the chair, I smile at her and she directs her focus back to the movie. I decide to swipe some of Natasha's ice-cream. She can't stop me if she isn't going to look at me.
"Hey! You have your own."
"And I wanted some of yours." She turns to me as I lick the ice-cream from the spoon. Her eyebrow perks up, even me licking a spoon turns her on.
"Well, give me some of yours." She reaches for my ice-cream.
"How about you go fuck yourself?" I laugh as I pull the ice-cream away from her, she leans into me, pressing her face against the side of mine.
"Maybe I will, since I have your permission now." She whispers... she's been waiting for that, clearly.

When she moves away from me, she's got some of my ice-cream on her spoon.
How dare she, that's my ice-cream.
She licks the spoon while making eye contact with me... I see the appeal now.

We sit together, as if neither of us are super turned on, until the movie ends. Amy stands up,
"I'm gonna take a shower, if that's okay?" She looks at us both.
"Of course." Natasha says, "I'll be in my room." She stands up and walks to her room. I wait until Amy goes into her room and then I follow Natasha.

I push on the door but it's locked.
"Natasha?" I call out.
"I'm busy." She responds, but I can hear a faint buzzing followed by muffled sounds of pleasure.
"Natasha." I push on the door again, it's still locked. Who even has a lock on their bedroom door?

"Go away." She calls out, but the end of her sentence trails off into a moan before it's muffled again, she must have her head on a pillow or something.

Oh my god, I've got an idea.

I walk away, making sure that she can hear my heavy footsteps, and I head to the kitchen. I grab two mugs, one I hold under the fridge's ice dispenser and the other that I prepare some lovely hot tea in.

Once I finish making the tea, I walk back over to the door and I wait, I hear it unlock.
"Y/N?" She calls out from inside,
"Yes, honey?" I respond.
"You can come in now." She sounds almost nervous, I push open the door and walk in, using my foot to close it behind me.

"I made you some tea."