Lovely Lycanthropy | Natasha Romanoff

nineteen

YOUR POV:

"Oh baby, baby-"

"Britney Spears? Really?" I quirked my brow at Natasha, her headlights shining on her home.

The ginger laughed a little, rubbing her nose as she glanced out the window before looking at me, "Pietro likes her. Ask him."

I hummed, not believing her at all as I gave her a playful look, "Sure. yeah, they're Pietro's.."

"They are!" Natasha grinned.

I held my hands up and let a little giggle slip, "Hey, I'm not the one getting defensive."

Natasha rolled her eyes and cut the engine. I watched her as her phone buzzed in her pocket, checking it and I couldn't help but be a little nosy. It was a text message from Clint. Her shoulders slumped forward and I wondered what was bothering her.

"Everything okay?" I asked her softly, wondering if she would tell me what was going on.

The wolf took a breath before looking at me again, "Come on, let's get you inside."

I pushed open my door and the hinges creaked a little, slinging my bag of clothes over my shoulder. Natasha did the same and we walked towards her house, her just a little in front of me. She unlocked the door and stepped inside, flicking on the light before bending down to take off her boots. I stepped through the threshold and looked around. When you first stepped inside, you were in the living room with a L-shaped couch in the corner and a glass coffee table near. The tv was mounted on the wall with a pellet burner underneath to keep the house warm - not like she needed it. Looking straight again was the kitchen and I'm sure the bathroom and her room were down the hall.

"So, this is your home?" 

Natasha grunted, kicking off her other boot, "Fury had a spot of land, told me I could build a house on it if I wanted to be independent and stop living under his roof. His rules. So, I cleaned up the lot and got to work. A few months later and well.."

"It's really nice." I told her, feeling a sense of pride in my chest just knowing she did this. On her own.

Natasha smiled softly, something I really only saw her do with me, "Thanks. So um," She cleared her throat, "You can take my room and I can sleep on the couch."

"I couldn't do that. The couch seems comfy and it's your house." I shook my head.

"I'm not taking no for an answer." The ginger crooked up a little grin, one that seemed to make my knees wobble and my stomach flutter.

Playfully I rolled my eyes, glaring a little at her, "Alright."

I kicked off my shoes and fixed my bag on my shoulder, Natasha leading me to her room, showing me where the bathroom was along the way. She opened the door and flicked on the light, lingering there while I put my bag on her bed, my fingertips caressing the satin pillowcase. Her room smelled like her and I don't know if the imprint bond we shared had something to do with it, but she was all around me. I looked over at her, her body leaned in the door frame with her hand in her pocket.

"Thank you... for letting me stay here. I don't think I could have stayed there tonight." I told her softly, trying to not let my voice crack.

Natasha walked over, her footsteps light against the carpet. I could feel the heat radiating off her and the pinecone and vanilla scent that came off her made me feel drunk. The woman grabbed my hand in hers and I watched as my palm rested on hers, facing her and putting our bodies closer together. Maybe it was the adrenaline of the whole evening coming back, allowing me to be risky and just dive head first as we both slowly leaned in. But.. even if I wanted it, I wanted to know she did too and that it wasn't just in the moment.