Natasha Romanoff: Killer of men, Lover of women

11*

"So I guess you failed your mission tonight." She stated.

Failed? I never failed and I fucking hated it when people told me I did. I hated feeling weak, or powerless. Probably because of how all those horrible men made me feel as they trained me, forcing me to become the person that I am.

A person that I hate.

As she unlocked the door to her room, I shoved her inside, slamming the door behind me.

I pinned her against the wall, her face millimetres from mine as I bound her arms above her head, my grip tightening every time she tried to move.

"Fuck you." I spat, glaring at her intensely.

"Someone's angry." She teased. Seriously? How could she make jokes right now?

"Yes. I'm mad." I huffed. But there was only one thing that was truly getting to me.

"Any reason orrrr." She trailed off as I gripped her hip with my free hand.

"I always get what I want."

"Ok...."

"But this time I can't." I sighed. I could see the reflection of myself in her eyes. The fear in my eyes staring back at me.

I don't know what I was more afraid of: the way she was looking at me, or the way I was looking at her.

"Why not?" She asked.

"Because I won't let myself." I dropped my gaze down to her lips, just for a second, before looking back into her eyes. They were glowing a vibrant purple, filled with emotion.

"And what is it that you want?" She breathed, clearing her throat and swallowing deeply.

"I - I just - I want just one, little, taste." I whispered, leaning even closer so that I could feel her breath mixing with mine.

I heard her breath hitch in her throat as she closed her eyes. I closed my eyes too, leaning millimetres more forwards.

Fuck it.

I closed the distance between our lips, taking her top lip between mine and savouring the soft feeling of her skin.

Our lips moved together slowly but passionately as I made sure to pay attention to both her top and bottom lip.

Her tongue swiped over my bottom lip, making me groan as I welcomed it into my mouth.

She brushed over my teeth with her tongue, pulling a moan from the back of my throat. It wasn't audible but I know she felt the vibration in her mouth as she smirked against my lips.

I pulled away for air, opening my eyes to find her smiling down at me.

"Come on Natasha." She panted breathlessly.
"Lose a little control."

I grabbed her face, crashing my lips back against hers, the kiss more rough and needy than the first. I pulled her bottom lip away with my teeth, causing her to groan loudly.

"No I HAVE the control." I smirked, flipping her around and attaching my lips to the side of her neck. She moaned as I sunk my teeth into the soft skin, the position reminding me of the restaurant in Amsterdam.

"Fuck." She groaned, reaching behind her and grabbing at my hips to try to pull me closer to her.

"Oh Baby if I was any closer I'd be inside of you." I teased making her moan again, louder.

My fingers reached for the zipper on her dress, hesitating as I played with it for a bit, silently waiting for permission.

"Hurry up and take it off would you!" She groaned.