Professor Romanoff's Angel

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Y/N's POV

Natasha's hands spiral over my waist as the water runs down our bodies in the glass shower. Her lips press against the skin on my neck and shoulders.
"I love you, my Angel." She mutters,
"What's got you all cute and sappy?" I ask in a kind tone.

"Aftercare, baby." She says, holding me close. "And you organised all this for us, you sorted out the flight and everything. I want you to know how much I appreciate it."
"I know, Tasha, I know." I say, turning to look at her. "Let's get dried, I wanna relax tonight." I add on. She smiles, nods and turns the shower off.

We help each other get our towels on and walk together to the bedroom.
"This is nice." She says as she walks around the king sized bed.
"The best, for you." I say, she smiles at me and then laughs to herself. "What?"
"Are you the big bad Wolf?" She steps closer, "All the better to eat you with, my dear." She teases.

I laugh and pull her even closer, hovering my lips by hers but not kissing her just yet.
"I think I already ate you, didn't I?" I whisper, she smiles.
"I wouldn't mind letting you do it again, though." She responds quickly.
"Maybe later, Tasha." I say, she pecks my cheek and nods.

"Can you help me dry off?" She asks, I walk over and start to rub the towel over her, drying her skin off gently. She plants gentle kisses over my face and arms while I dry her. She then does the same for me, drying me off and even brushing my hair.

Now we're lying on the bed, watching TV while I run a hairbrush through Natasha's soft hair.
"We should really unpack our stuff." I say while I watch her eyes start to flutter closed. She groans in response. "Fine, we'll do it in the morning."

She hums this time, a hum of approval, surely.
"You want to just talk then, Nat?"
"Yes, please." She responds finally, I stop brushing her hair and she slides herself up the bed, laying herself on my chest.

"When are we getting married, Angel?" She says out of the blue. "I know it's soon, but I want to call you my wife."
"Well, we should wait until we're back home, no?" I say, I feel her shake her head against me.
"What's the point? It's not like we're going to invite anyone anyway."

I take a moment to think who I'd actually invite if we were back home. Though no one really comes to mind. Except maybe Bryce? Though as supportive as he's been, we don't talk enough to invite him to my wedding.

"Yeah, not really." I finally say,
"It'll be better with just us anyway." Natasha mumbles, "Don't you think?" She reaches out and takes my hand in hers.
"Yeah, I think so." I say, "Just us."
"Just us." She repeats to me.
She soon falls asleep against me, so I turn off the lights and the TV and fall asleep after her.

The Next Morning...
Y/N's POV

"We'll be here for new years, right?" Natasha asks while she takes some of our clothes from one of the suitcases.
"Yeah, we will." I respond, reaching into the suitcase and taking out my small collection of items that Natasha gave to me.
"You brought those with you?" She asks.
"I wanted to be able to look at them, they're nice to look at."

"Well, what if we get married on New Years? Down on the beach? It's a private beach so it'll just be us." She explains, "and they'll be fireworks going off, it'll be amazing."
"I like that, but we haven't got any clothes."

"Then, after we finish unpacking, why don't we go out and try find something for us both to wear?" She suggests, I nod.
"I'd love to do that, Tasha." I say, she smiles and leans over the bed. She plants a gentle kiss on each cheek and then a small peck on my lips. My smile widens even more.

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