Multifandom Imagines And One-Shots

Natasha Romanoff: Ms. Romanoff pt 2

Word Count: 1456

James leaving, put Y/n in a really tough spot. She didn't realize how tough the spot was until she moved on to the pool in the backyard.

When she initially started on the pool, it was fine. The heat was still intense, but nothing she hadn't dealt with before. It was when Natasha walked into the backyard in a black bikini with a sun hat and shades to match, that she realized how fucked she was.

Something that caught her eye immediately was a bottle of sunscreen she sat on the pool chair next to her. It was almost as if she was daring Y/n to ask if she needed help applying it.

Though the sunglasses hid her eyes, Y/n knew she was watching her. She knew that Natasha was probably dripping from seeing her sweat.

For a good chunk of time, Natasha let Y/n work in peace. It wasn't until she saw that Y/n was actually tired that she spoke," Y/n, come sit. You're working too hard."

The girl couldn't even open her mouth to deny it. Y/n plopped down on the chair that had the sunscreen on it. She moved the bottle before completely lying back. Her eyes shut for less than a second, and then she felt freezing cold water splash over her body.

Her mouth was open in shock as her body reacted similarly. She turned to Natasha who had a wide smile on her face and an empty bottle of water in her hand, "Whoops, I meant to pass it to you."

Once the shock subsided, Y/n got up from her chair and walked over to the garden hose.

She turned it on full blast and sprayed Natasha," Oh I'm so sorry Ms.Romanoff, I was aiming for the pool."

An evil smirk was present on the young girl's face. Now they were both drenched in water and laughing.

" I suppose karma comes instantly sometimes," Natasha laughed.

Y/n couldn't help but notice the way the bikini clung to Natasha's body when it was wet. She wondered what it would like if it was off.

" Y/n, honey, if you keep looking at me like that... I don't know what I'll do."

Feeling bold, Y/n took a few steps closer to Natasha," You're one to talk, Ms. Romanoff, you've been staring at me since I got here."

" You could call me Natasha if you like, maybe even Nat," the red head matched Y/n step for step.

"I have to call you Ms.Romanoff."

" Why?"

Y/n stared Natasha down," because if I call you anything but Ms.Romanoff, I might lose my best friend."

" Over a name?"

Y/n gave her a look that said 'really'," Over the implication of what calling you, Natasha, might do to us."

Even saying it on her tongue right there felt intrusive. It was like Y/n could taste Natasha's name and the flavor was perfect.

" See like that," Y/n saw Natasha's eyes darken as she spoke her name.

Natasha took a step back from the shirtless girl," Y/n, I know what I want. I know it's wrong and selfish, but I want it. James leaves in two days, and he'll be gone for a week. If you want what I want, then you should stop by one of those days."

Y/n's head was spinning, she needed to clear her mind. She hurriedly finished the pool, luckily James came in right then.

" Pools clean, yards done, I gotta get going buddy," Y/n says, trying to leave the house as soon as possible.

" You aren't staying for dinner?"

The girl stutters," I um, I can't today, maybe when you get back from your grandparents."