Professor Romanoff's Angel

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Romanoff's POV

I walk away from her as she lies on the couch, I drop the leather suit on the floor and I walk over to my handbag, I take out my phone and order us some food, I doubt any of us want to cook tonight.

I put my phone down and head into our bedroom, I grab my white dressing gown and I wrap it around me. I walk back to her, she still hasn't moved. Not even a little bit.
"Are you okay?" I ask her.
"I can't move." She utters, I laugh and walk over to her, sitting down next to her.

"I ordered us food." I gently play with her hair, she's just staring off into space.
"Cool, cool." She says.
I put my hand on her shoulder and pull her towards me. She lays down on my lap, letting out a small groan. 

We sit in silence for a while, she controls her breathing and just rests on my lap while I try my best to braid her hair, only to pull the braid out again shortly after.

"Okay, let's talk."
"Okay..." She turns onto her back and looks up at me. "You said that everything's messing up. What did you mean?"
I take a deep breath, time to talk about this.
"I've lost my edge." I say, "The average for my class is rapidly dropping and I've been slacking on my work. My mind has completely run off track and I don't know if I can fix it."
She sits up slowly, groaning again, and turns to me.
"Do you think it would help if I didn't go to class for a while?"
"What?" I quickly turn to her, "Why would that help?"
"Well, the way you explained it...It just made me think that maybe this is my fault." She says, holding my hand.

It's not her fault. Surely not. She's been in my class for years, I've been interested in her for years. The only difference is that we're dating now, nothing should change. I've always felt this way about her.

"Not at all, and you can't just skip classes." I hold her hand and think for a moment.
"What if I helped you?" She offers,
"What do you mean?"
"I'll help you catch up with your work, and in classes, I'll stop being such a brat and I'll just do the work. Just like a regular student." She explains, "I'll help you."

I smile,
"There's one part that is your fault though." I say, the doorbell rings and so I stand up and walk over to answer it, though I'm still close enough to hear her.
"And what would that be?"
"You've made me too sweet." I open the door and take the food from the delivery woman, I've already paid but I tip her a fair amount and thank her for a quick delivery.
I close the door over.
"Too sweet? You realise what you did to me earlier, right? That was not sweet."
"It's a lot sweeter than I was before." I smile and walk over to her, "If I was doing that a year ago, you never would've finished. You'd still be begging me now." I reach into the bag and take out the takeaway boxes.

I hand her a box, she opens it up, smiles and starts eating happily.
"My legs hurt." She says.
"That was the point." I sit down next to her, "But, you helping me? How are you supposed to do that?"
"I don't know, I'll help you deal with marking work and such. You have mark sheets, right?" She asks,
"Yeah. That would help. But what about my edge?"
"I don't know, just be a bit more of a dick." She smiles.

"I can try." I nod.
"You aren't messing anything up, Natasha. You're an amazing teacher and you've got this. Tonight, you showed me pretty loud and clear that you haven't 'lost your edge'."
"Thank you, Y/N. Do you want to come to my office now?" I ask, standing up.
"Give me your food, you need to carry me." She says.

Y/N's POV

She giggles to herself and hands me her box of food, she leans down and wraps her arms around my waist, pulling me onto her front side and walking me to her office. Even now, clothes on, I feel sensitive against her. Feeling her move as she walks is even too much for me, but I can't exactly walk on my own.

She places me down on a seat next to her own in her office, the desk she has here is similar to desk in her classroom, though on this one, there's no backing.

She takes a stack of paper and splits it in half, she hands me half and puts the marking sheet in the middle of us. She hands me a pen and pulls my chair forward for me.
"You can't tell anyone you helped me with this." She says softly,
"Just like everything else we do together." I smile at her, she nods. I reach over with my free hand and grab hers. "You'll be okay, Natasha." I say.

She nods and we both start working through the sheets. A few sheets in, I have a look at the name. Garrett.
As I mark his sheet, he's not doing too hot.
"And he said that I wouldn't pass my classes." I remark, Natasha leans over and looks
"Ohh... him."
"Yeah, him." I say, repeating her tone.
"I have half the mind to hurt that little-"
"No." I interrupt her, "That's a step in the right direction for the 'edge' thing but it's definitely not the right approach. You can't play favourites." I explain to her.
"He interrupted your class, pretend it had nothing to do with me, what would you do then?" I ask.
"Give him a warning... if he kept doing it, speak to him privately, tell him to get his act together." She says, sighing.
"There you go."

She nods and we both get back to marking, working through the work she should've done a little while ago.
"Hey," She says, and so I turn to look at her. She leans in slowly and plants a delicate kiss on my lips, her hand holds my thigh while she presses her face into mine. Her hand starts gripping and god, it hurts. It feels like I've been doing the splits for 40 minutes straight - sort of because that's exactly what I was doing.
"Ow, ow, ow..." I start saying, she slowly pulls away from the kiss and let's go of the grip on my leg.
"And here I was thinking you were all tough." She teases. "Thank you for helping though, I love you."
"I love you... and the things you do to me." I smile, she leans in and kisses me again, just another peck.

I don't think I'll walk for at least the rest of the night.
But it was definitely worth it.