Natasha Romanoff One-Shots

Chapter 9: To Be Loved🍋

A/N: This came from a prompt by @wandashoeforlife on Tumblr.  Enjoy!

"I still don't understand why you think the blindfold is necessary," Natasha pouted as you led her down the hallway.

"Because I don't want to spoil the surprise for you."

"Isn't dinner enough?"

"No," you replied, pressing a kiss to the palm of her hand, still leading her carefully down the winding hallway of the compound. Dinner was only the first part of your plan: the second part was yet to be revealed. Your girlfriend had no idea what was coming, but you knew she'd be thoroughly surprised.

You hadn't been dating all that long. Really a majority of your relationship consisted of post-training hookups. It was mainly physical, the two of you running off to some odd room or one of your apartments in order to relieve whatever stress you were dealing with. Soon enough the physical turned into something a little more. She was the one who caught feelings first. Natasha, not knowing how to tell you how she really felt, pulled away. It took Clint and Wanda practically dragging the two of you into a room and making you two talk things out before she reluctantly admitted that she really liked you.

The first time you really kissed her, it was everything everywhere all at once while simultaneously being the most intimate moment you ever experienced. Intimacy didn't come naturally to Nat. She seemed almost uncomfortable with any sort of romantic display especially when it came to sex. There was strikingly little difference between your post-mission trysts and evenings spent alone. She wanted it the way she always wanted it: hard, fast, and rough. Loud, passionate sex with Natasha was great, but any time you tried to slow it down she pulled you out of it. Tonight, however, you wanted to give her the quintessential romantic lovemaking session.

"Is it a puppy?" she asked, stumbling over her feet as she blindly followed you.

"Nope," you chuckled.

"Is it a kitten?"

"Guess again."

"A parrot?"

"Nat, why on earth would I get you a parrot?"

"I don't know," she shrugged. "I have no idea what you got me."

"Well yeah, that's kinda the point of a surprise, babe." You reached for Natasha's other hand, carefully guiding her around the corner and down the hall.

"So why the surprise? It's not like it's my birthday or anything," she remarked.

"What, am I not allowed to surprise you?"

"Y/N, you don't have to."

"Of course I do. You're my girlfriend and I'm supposed to spoil you. It's in the official boyfriend handbook." You watched as Nat's face blushed a bright pink, accentuated by the black eye mask you pulled over her eyes. "Alright, and we're here."

"Where are we?" she asked.

"You'll see in a second," you smirked as you unlocked the door and gently coaxed her inside. Outstretched arms stopped her before she could wander in too far. "Okay, you can take off the mask now."

Pulling down the mask, Natasha took in her surroundings for the first time: it was your room. Dozens of tiny tea lights illuminated the space, casting dancing shadows on the wall. Fake rose petals were strewn all over the bed in the most organized fashion you could muster. Your music playlist was stacked with the most romantic jazz music you could get your hands on. Her eyes widened in confusion as she saw all the work you'd done for her.

"What's all this?" she asked, thoroughly confused at the scene in front of her.

"It's the other part of your surprise. A romantic evening in, just the two of us," you explained.