A/N: Happy Thanksgiving! Here's some fluff for the day!
Flash!
You woke with a start. "Is there a storm?" you muttered sleepily. A soft giggle from Natasha and the whirring of a camera told you otherwise. You pushed yourself up against the mountain of pillows behind you to find your girlfriend sitting cross-legged in front of you as she bent over the polaroid picture in her hands.
"Babe? Whatcha got there?" you asked, leaning over to see what she was staring at.
"Nothing," she quickly replied. She pulled the small square close to her chest so you couldn't see it.
"Natty, what is it?" Your curiosity piqued as you realized she was hiding something from you.
"Nothing," she reiterated. You could tell she was trying to be serious but the smile in her voice betrayed her.
"Okay then," you sighed. "Guess I'll have to tickle you for it!" Before Natasha had the chance to react you pounced on her, tickling her sides as she squealed at your attack.
"Stop!" she laughed as she tried to kick you. You took advantage of her distraction and ripped the developing film from her grasp. "Hey no fair!"
You pushed her away, watching her struggle as you held her at bay with the photograph out of her reach. "Ah ah ah, it's all mine," you teased. You heard her groan as you flopped over on your stomach, the picture outstretched in front of your face. In the pale pre-dawn light you made out your own figure sprawled in bed, blanket half off and pillows thrown every which way. "What's this?" you asked, flipping the picture up so she could see it.
"It's you." Her words were muffled by the pillow she was smushing over her face to hide her embarrassment.
"Well yes, it's me," you chuckled. "But why?" She groaned as you flopped down across her back.
"Because you're cute when you sleep," she mumbled. "And I wanted to have a forever memory of it." Natasha pushed up against the bed, throwing you off her back.
"I didn't expect the big bad Natasha Romanoff to be such a softie," you joked as you laid back on the bed, resting your head against the mound of pillows.
"You better keep my secret. Otherwise I'll kill you," she smiled as she snuggled into your chest, wrapping her arms around you.
"Your secret is safe with me, dear," you murmured as you planted a kiss on her head. Natasha snuggled herself close into you, holding on tight as you both drifted back to sleep.
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Natasha Romanoff One-Shots
FanfictionA series of Natasha Romanoff one-shots A collection of stories about everyone's favorite black widow. This is male reader! I will be taking requests!
