Natasha Romanoff: Killer of men, Lover of women

30

It was now Christmas Eve and Iris and I were preparing dinner together. She was really getting the hang of cooking, but I guess I was a great teacher.

In the evening, we were going to attend the Christmas market in town, and then come home for some roast dinner.

It was going to be the first normal, real Christmas I'd ever had, and I was unbelievably happy that I was getting to share it with Iris.

Over these past few weeks, my love for her had only grown, getting stronger by the day.

Iris had opened up to me a lot about her experiences in Taura, and Scorpia. Her bruises on the outside were pretty much healed, but I could tell that she was still hurting on the inside. The problem was, that I had no idea how to help.

I just made sure to listen when she needed to talk, and hold her when she awoke from her nightmares. Eventually, the trauma will fade, leaving her stronger than ever before.

But things do take time, but sometimes time can be limited and we can be forced to move on before we're ready.

That's how it happened for me. I had to bury my feelings so deep down, that I became numb. The only thing that could make my thoughts shut the fuck up, was to distract myself with blood and alcohol until I physically could not feel anything at all.

I didn't want that for Iris, she deserved so much better. I on the other hand, deserved nothing.

Since we'd been living together in Italy, I'd only felt the need to bite my cheek three times, little punishments for making Iris feel bad by accident.

She never admitted it, but I knew some things I said, or did, made her feel anxious or sad. I wanted to be a better person, and I never wanted to hurt Iris, so punishing myself for messing up, helped me.

Iris still didn't know everything about my past, the things I've done, the feelings I've had. She would be disgusted if she knew, anyone would.

I was disgusted by myself.

After preparing our dinner for later, Iris and I decided to watch a movie. Of course, Iris chose, and she picked a Christmassy one called home alone.

We snuggled up on the couch, with hot chocolate and marshmallows, cuddling under a blanket together as we watched.

Being close to her, smelling her intoxicating perfume, feeling her soft skin against mine, was addictive, everything she did, lit me on fire. I couldn't help but bury my head into her chest as she wrapped her arms around me, keeping me safe and warm.

The movie was hilarious, and my heart always fluttered whenever my ears were filled with Iris' beautiful laughter.

Once it was over, I decided it was time for my surprise.

I stood up, stretching, before grabbing her hands and pulling her up with me and leading her to our bedroom.

"Come on, I've got something to show you." I whispered.

"Natty, we said no gifts!" She giggled, smiling eagerly as she followed me.

"I know, but I can't help but want to spoil you!" I smirked.

I sat her on the bed and looked her in the eyes seriously.

"So, I want you to tell me of you don't like it, or it makes you feel uncomfortable. I want you to know that I only like it if you do, and I won't be upset if you want me to get rid of it. Ok?"

"Natty, what have you got?" She giggled, grabbing my hand and squeezing it excitedly.

"Do you understand what I said?" I asked again, wanting to make sure she was ok with everything.

"Yes! Of course! And thank you."

"But I haven't even given it to you yet."

"I know, but thank you for everything you've done for me, for us. And thank you for taking care of my feelings." She said softly.

"I mean, I'm trying..."

She cut me off by kissing me slowly.

"I love you." She breathed.

My eyes widened, we hadn't said it much, but every time we did, it felt as though it was the first, just as special.

"I love you too." I replied, wrapping my hands around the back of her neck and pulling her back in for a deeper kiss.

I hummed in surprise as she slipped her tongue into my mouth, her hands finding their way under my shirt and pulling my body closer to hers.

"Hmmm Iris, I gotta go get your present." I breathed between kisses.

She groaned, leaning over me, her body weight pushing me to lie backwards as she lay herself on top of me.

She let go of my lips briefly to say,

"Can't it wait till later?"

Her body rolled against mine as she pushed her lips back against mine. I pushed her away, smirking and she frowned.

"I think you'd regret that."

She sighed, sitting off of me and allowing me space to stand.

"Be quick." she pouted.

I couldn't help but smirk as I went into the spare room. I'd hidden her gift there so that she definitely wouldn't have found it.

To say I was nervous for her reaction was definitely an understatement. But in the end, I was fine with whatever she liked.

When I re-entered our bedroom, she was still sat on the bed, her eyes fixed on me as I approached her with the gift in my hands.

I bit my lip, sitting opposite her and handing the box to her. She unwrapped it hastily, clearly eager to continue our previous activity.

Her already pink cheeks, flushed a deep red shade when her eyes fell upon the toy I'd bought. A red strap. I was unsure how she'd feel about it, and how she'd react.

Her eyes met mine, her pupils blown so fully from lust, that I could hardly see the purple anymore.

"Natty."

"Yes"

"Please use this on me." she breathed, leaning forwards over the box and crashing her lips against mine.

Her hands grabbed at the hem of my shirt, so I raised my arms for her, helping to pull the fabric over my head.

She followed suit, letting me unbutton her shirt and pull it off her shoulders. My eyes widened at the sight of her bare breasts. I couldn't help but dive in, taking her nipple into my mouth and sucking harshly.

She arched her back, forcing more of her breast into my mouth, and moaning out.

I smiled against her skin as she unhooked my bra, flinging it off somewhere. I began to trail my kisses down her body, sinking my teeth into her soft skin here and there, before rolling my tongue back over the spot to soothe it.

Her fingers fiddled desperately with the button on her jeans and she scoffed, frustrated as she failed to unbutton them.

I took her hands in mine, pushing them over her head.

"Let me Princess." I hummed, placing wet kisses along her stomach above the waist band of her jeans.

I pulled her jeans off, standing back to undress myself. As she wriggled herself out of her underwear, I pulled the strap on, fastening it on my hips. Her eyes glowed brighter in excitement as she saw what I was doing, moaning quietly.

I climbed back over her and latched my lips onto hers, savouring the taste of her lips. As I trailed my lips along her jawline, and down to her neck, I also trailed my hand down the curve of her waist to her core.

I smiled against the skin on her neck as I felt just how wet she was already.

"Hmmmm, feels like you're already ready for me Princess."

A/N: Happy December guys!