Yes Miss Romanoff

20

Nat and I cuddled in bed for a while until she decided it was time for a nice hot bath. She sat up, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead, before heading into the en-suite.

I heard her humming sweetly to herself as she ran the water, the sound having the ultimate calming effect on me, her voice soothed me like a lullaby.

Before I could fall asleep, I forced myself out of bed and joined her in the bathroom, sitting on top of the counter as she busied herself with running the bath.

She'd lit some rose scented candles which smelled almost as good as her perfume, and added some small bubbles to the hot water, not too much to be uncomfortable, but enough to make it feel more relaxing.

Once she was satisfied with her work, she turned to me, smiling sweetly as she lifted me off of the counter and into her arms.

"My legs still work you know." I laughed, brushing my fingers through her soft hair. She giggled, placing my feet on the ground and helping me into the bath.

My muscles instantly relaxed as I submerged my body under the water, letting out a deep sigh of comfort and relaxation.

She climbed in behind me and pulled me flush against her, my back pressing into her front.

She delicately pushed my hair onto one shoulder and leaned into my ear, whispering lightly,
"If your legs are still working, then that means I didn't do my job well enough."

I laughed, leaning my head back comfortably to rest on her shoulder.
"Oh baby you did your job unbelievably well. I think next time you deserve more of a reward for your hard work." I joked, feeling her place gentle kisses over the bruised skin on my neck.

"Thank you sweetheart. Now let's clean you up shall we?" She hummed.

I grabbed a rag from the side and went to reach for the soap but she swatted my hand away, grabbing it for herself.

"I'm perfectly capable of..."

"Let me" she interrupted, those words sending my thoughts back to less than an hour ago when she'd said that to me for a whole different reason.

I sighed, leaning back into her touch as I let her clean me. She rubbed the rag soothingly over my bruised skin, the feeling making me want to drift off into a deep sleep.

She took time to clean every inch of me, thoroughly, softly washing away the sweat from earlier. My heart fluttered at the sweet attention she was giving me. No one had ever been so careful and gentle with me before.

A few minutes later, she leaned me forwards and stood up, climbing out of the bath. I whined, missing her warm body against mine, missing her soft fingers caressing my skin.

I made a pout with my lips and made grabby hands towards her, begging her to climb back in. She giggled at the sight.

"Oh sweetheart you look so adorable." She sighed.
"Now I get what you mean when you say my pout is cute... Here," she said, handing me her shampoo from the side.

"I'm going to change the bed sheets, they're pretty dirty if you remember." She smirked down at me.

"Wash your hair Sweetheart, it's all sweaty, and I promise we can cuddle after ok?"

I nodded reluctantly as she grabbed her towel and left me alone in the bathroom.

I washed my hair, the smell of her shampoo flooding my nose with coconut, I grinned to myself, having my hair smell just like hers.

The water started to run cold and I began to shiver slightly. As if she could sense this, Nat appeared at the door, a towel outstretched in her arms.

I climbed out and she wrapped the fluffy towel around me, pulling me into a warm hug and squeezing me tightly.