My Moon (Natasha Romanoff X OC)

12.2

A/N: guys I had a few problems after uploading this chapter, so if you don't mind reading it again (the spelling errors wore corrected- the ones that I noticed). Pls vote and comment. Really trying to get this story to a higher audience. Xoxo.

Ps: Prepare because things are about to go down! 🤭

"I never understood why you call me that"

Natasha plays with my hair as I admire her while we lay in bed together.

"What?"

"Moon" I turn to my side so I can face her.

"Oh that. Well, when we were younger, you told me no one would ever find anything or anyone more beautiful than the moon. But, you see, it's a lie. I found you, you're even more beautiful than the moon."

"Awww that's so sweet, love" I gently kiss her on the tip of her nose. And she turns a bit red. "The best assassin in the world blushing over a little kiss?! Oh my" I laugh and she nodges my side.

"Anyway, what time is it? Whe need to start training at nine." She changes topic and reaches for her phone on the bedside table.
"8am,  we still have time." she smirks.

"Natalia!" I hit her playfully after reading that dirty mind of hers. She laughs it off and lays back on the bed pulling me closer to her.

My head rests on her chest as she plays with my hair and I take that familiar scent I've known and loved since I was a innocent- no, not innocent. We stopped being innocent the day we found out what would await us - little girl.

My heart melts at the memories of when she was my only source of happiness. When she became home.

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I swing my leg under Natalia's legs but before she can hit the ground, Nat does a backflip and stands again.

She does her special movement where she raps her legs around my neck, places her hands on the ground and with her legs impulsing me forwards making me hit hard on the ground with my back. A groan escapes my mouth and fast breathing fills my lungs.

She lingers on top of me, the red head glued to her forehead as a drop of sweat runs down her temple. I look back at her and a little smile appears on my lips. She plants a small kiss on the bridge of my nose and says smiling, "I think is enough for today".

She helps me get up and we both leave the training room in a confortable silence with her hand placed in my lower back guiding me.

"I'll be up in a minute, just need to get something to drink." I say when we reach the elevator. "Sure, I'll wait in your room." I exit the elevator and enter the kitchen floor.

I open the fridge and grab some juice when Wanda enters the room and sits on the counter next to me. "Sooooo, have you done it yet?"

"No." I sigh. "Besides, it's been a really long time - what, fifteen years- since we were together like this. I don't want to rush things."

"It's understandable. You guys should do it at your own pace, but belive me, the sexual tension between you two-  it's a lot." The witch uses various hand movements to describe how big the tension is.

All I can say is, "Well, I guess we'll see."
And leave the kitchen, this time to enter my room.

I open the door with my fingerprint hearing that satisfying sound of it unlocking and step in and I'm met with two hands on the side of my head pinning me against the closed door.