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- TW: violence, mentions of killing, mentions of death... slight smut...?
- 3rd person POV:
- right where we left off:
"Shall we dance?"
"We shall" Natasha jokes.
Once they make it to the middle of the room, they stand in front of each other, Mariela raises the hand she's using to hold Natasha's and kisses it, giving a soft smile and pulling her towards her.
"Never took you for one to dance" Natasha mutters as she wraps her arms around Mariela's neck. Both women start to move, taking a step to their side just as the brunette replies.
"I know different types of dancing" Mariela smirks.
"Oh really?" Natasha quirks a brow.
"From Latin dances, to Arabic, to free styling and so much more"
"So I take it you know how to tango"
"In ways more than one" Mariela grins as a blush spread over Natasha's cheek. They disconnect while holding onto each other's hand, allowing Natasha to spin under Mariela's arm. When Natasha is pulled back, both women interlock their fingers, holding their hands up while Natasha's other hand wraps around the brunette's neck, whose other hand has made way around her waist, effectively bringing them close. They look into each other's eyes while moving, smiling, and leaning closer, until their lips are barely touching.
"You are something else, Cortez" Natasha breathes out.
Mariela smiles and lowers her hand, keeping it over the swell of her ass, she pulls the red head impossibly closer.
"And you are everything, Romanoff" Mariela whispers back, their foreheads touch as Mariela spins Natasha one more time, but to her side, she pulls her back on her arm and bends her down, Natasha's hand on her cheek, the other around her neck.
"You're not too bad, Cortez" Natasha jokes as she stands up straight, still in the brunettes arms.
Natasha looks for a second behind Mariela, and widens her eyes in fear, Mariela senses this and frowns.
"What's wrong?" she tries to turn around, but is prevented by Natasha's hand on her cheek turning her head back.
"No, no, don't turn around"
"What's wrong?"
Natasha gulps thickly and opens her mouth slightly, before taking a deep breath and muttering "my dad...".
As soon as the words left Natasha's mouth, Mariela's eyes widen "he's here?!" She whisper yells.
Natasha slowly nods and looks at Mariela in worry. Mariela's hands that are placed on Natasha's back start to shake, and they start to slip out, Mariela tries to take a step back but is stopped and pulled back as soft hands wrap around her shaking ones and pull her closer, their faces filled with worry.
Natasha is worried that if her dad finds her here he might take her back, she's scared that she'll never get to see the woman she loves ever again, scared that she'll lose her, Mariela is scared that maybe Natasha will take this opportunity to leave, and leave her all alone.
"I'm not going anywhere Mariela, I promise"
Mariela thickly gulps and slowly nods, finally settling her hands onto the small of her back, pulling the red head impossibly closer, their bodies now flush against each other, and Natasha places her hands in the woman's cheek, rubbing soothing circles on her cheek.
"Should we go warn Ella and Yelena?"
"Let's stay like this for a bit" Natasha whispers as she places her forehead against Mariela's and closes her eyes, enjoying the warm embrace.
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My Prisoner
FanfictionNew York these days is no longer a safe city, crawling with mafias in every corner, hiding the most powerful mafias in the US, if not the whole world... Mariella Cortez, owner of The Cortez Mafia (TCM), which was inherited to her by her father, Sand...
