Dangerous and Deadly Love

I'd Hate To Leave You

When I wake up, I wake up to the smell of vanilla and a hint of peppermint. My face is snuggled into the crook of her neck. That apparently is peppered with hickeys. I moved my head just enough to see what kind of situation I was in. Natasha is bare naked and her back is completely pressed against my front. Both my arms are wrapped around her middle and keeping her close. Our legs are entangled together, mine wrapped around her left legs. Plus my thigh is placed flat against her. I pull her even closer to me and nuzzle my head back into her.

I hear her hum and move her hips against mine. “Good morning.” Natasha says to me with a raspy voice. God, that was even sexy.

“Good morning. How are we feeling?” I ask her, placing a kiss on her shoulder.

“Better than I've ever felt before.” Her hands rested on mine and she intertwined my fingers with hers.

“You wanna do anything today?” I ask her, neither of us have moved because we don’t want to.

“Yeah, you.” She says, getting a small laugh out of me and I feel her abs clench when she laughs.

“I meant,” I kissed her shoulder again. “Going outside to walk around, go get lunch or dinner. Just do something together.” I then continue kissing her shoulder, trailing them down her arms and up her neck.

She hums and lets out a deep breath. “How about we go out for dinner. But if you keep doing that…'' She trails off, getting out of my hold and pinning me to the bed in record time. Fucking assassin skills. “I’m going to have to fuck you right now.”

“Who said I wouldn't let you?” I ask her with a smirk. 

Of course we spend the rest of the morning in bed, making the other feel good and wanted.

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Finally when we get out of bed, even though neither of us want to. We start to prepare ourselves for dinner tonight. She was wearing something of mine that I had brought. Because she came here in what she was wearing that crazy sexy dress.

She had on a dress with a plunge neckline that was also almost falling off her shoulders. It accented her cleavage and collarbones perfectly. I, on the other hand, was wearing a button up shirt that was tucked into my slacks. I had my hair down and parted on the side tucked behind my ear. While Natasha let hers fall loosely in waves.

We checked each other over before we left the room, nearly not making it out in general. 

I had called in a reservation beforehand to a really nice restaurant. Luckily we showed up on time and still had our table. It went relatively smoothly. We talked about simple things, like some people in our lives, maybe our missions, or even weapons - again. We talked about that a lot. Which one was better for what job or how to properly kill someone with it. 

To any normal person listening in they would be freaked the fuck out. Probably wondering if we were serial killers. But to us it was trying to make the other give in and agree with the other. It was nice to actually be able to talk to someone who knows what I have to go through. She’s been on the sexualized assignments, she’s being misjudged at first. We both made our way to the top and now we’re the best in the business. I wonder if we’re ever going to be pitted against each other. 

“Wait, wait, hold up. You can speak six different languages, fluently?” She asks me in amazement.

“Yeah. I grew up speaking French because my mom did. My dad taught me Russian after I could master English and French. When I was seven, I spoke three languages. When I was eleven I taught myself Spanish and German. I later learned to speak Arabic, that one I learned from a friend. She taught me Arabic while I taught her English. My boss tells me that I’m the best at what I do. Then again, I have to uphold my parents’ legacy.” I lean back in my chair and smile lightly.