natasha romanoff one-shots (gxg)

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮̶𝐧̶𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐱-𝐮𝐩 (𝟓/𝟓)

Over the next few weeks, Natasha and you start getting closer and closer. You meet up more regularly, at least three times a week, and she often stays the night. It's starting to feel like less of a fling and more like something that's intimate, precious — something that you want to keep close to your heart.

You're drawn to each other in a way that you've never experienced before — and, for some wonderful reason, it doesn't scare you anymore.

"Morning", you say quietly, your face only inches away from hers. Natasha smiles softly as she leans in, her forehead resting against yours. "Sleep well?"

"Mhm." She stays in that position for a bit, her hand slowly running up your arm all the way to your cheek. "Any plans for today?"

"Yes, unfortunately. I'm picking up my mom from the airport later."

"Oh", she mumbles, lowering her head to press her face against the crook of your neck. "When?"

"Two hours."

Natasha lifts her head again, glancing at you. "You need to hurry, then."

"I know", you say lazily, running your fingertips over her naked back and causing her lips to twitch into a little smile. "But...I don't want to."

"Y/N", she says sternly.

"Yeah, yeah." You steal one last, long kiss from her. She smiles as she slips her tongue into your mouth, making you gasp quietly. Just when it's about to get good again, Natasha pulls away and raises her eyebrows at you.

"You have to get ready."

You sigh as finally let go of her to get up. "I really don't want to."

"Then why'd you invite her?" Natasha gets into her underwear, her eyebrows raised as she looks at you.

"Because she's my mom and I can't just pretend she doesn't exist. She's a bit ignorant, but what can I do." You run your hand through your hair as you look around the room, trying to find your bra. "The commencement is tomorrow. You're still coming?"

"Of course I am. Can't miss it, can I?" She smirks as she walks over to you, quickly kissing your cheek.

"Good." You smile at her, your cheeks tinted red. "There's an after-party, too. I'll be going, but if it gets boring I'll ditch it."

"Am I invited to the party too?", she teases, obviously not being serious — but you instantly consider it.

"Sure", you say. "If you want to, feel free to join. It'll be more fun that way."

Natasha looks at you, clearly surprised and not sure what to say. Just when you're about to pull back the invitation to avoid making her uncomfortable, she nods.

"Okay, sure. I'll be there."

"Really?", you ask, not truly believing it.

"Really." She shrugs. "What's the big deal? A few college graduates at a party. And, like you said, we can ditch it any time we want."

"Right", you say. "Okay, great. Be ready at 7 pm, Elle and I will pick you up."

"Elle...?"

"A friend. You'll see." You kiss her one last time, then it's time to say goodbye.

. . .

Your mother is the same as always — slightly self-absorbed, a bit judgmental and kind of disrespectful. It's clear that she loves you, but her characteristics and exhausting traits don't change because of that.

You lead her out of the airport towards the taxi you called, carrying her heavy suitcase as she keeps complaining about New York. She hates every aspect of it, you know that too well, and she never misses the chance to complain about it every time she visits. The traffic, the people, the weather — 'hell on earth', as she's called it way more often than necessary.