natasha romanoff one-shots (gxg)

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a/n: (requested) kind of a sequel to the previous chapter, basically just the smut scene i didn't write lol

You glance over your shoulder as Natasha enters the bathroom, her hand moving behind her head to slip the hair tie out of her hair.

"Little missy's asleep?", you ask, patting your face dry with a towel.

"Out like a light", she confirms, moving to hug you from behind. Her hands slip under your top as she nuzzles her face into the crook of your neck, scattering kisses all over it. You hum, pressing into her touch for a moment before you reach out to grab the moisturizer. "Oh come on, not the skincare."

"Impatient much?", you tease, looking at her through the mirror as you reach over your shoulder to place a tiny dab of moisturizer on her nose. Natasha rolls her eyes and kisses your jaw, nipping at your skin.

"How could I not be", she mumbles, playing with the drawstring of your pajamas. She lets her thumb dip into the waistband, just to feel the heat you're emitting. It's been way too long since she had you in her arms. "I feel neglected. First the mission, then the fight, and then Alia keeping you away from me all evening."

"Well, I'm all yours now", you respond, putting the moisturizer aside. "For a few hours, at least."

"A few hours?", she responds, pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear. "I do like the sound of that, but you're being rather stingy."

Another kiss to your ear, then your neck, trailing all the way to your bare shoulder. You breathe out a laugh when her hand fully slips into your sweatpants, an all-too-familiar blush covering your cheeks.

"There comes the insatiability", you say quietly, struggling to keep your voice even. "I'm not sure whether I missed it."

"You did", she murmurs into your ear, nipping at your earlobe before lightly biting down on it. "Trust me."

"I did miss the attention", you hum, feeling Natasha's front press into your back and push you up against the counter. Your hand reaches up to cup the back of her head as she sucks on your neck, leaving hickey after hickey. Her lips meet your pulse point and linger there, biting and sucking at the sensitive spot until another love bite has formed. A low moan escapes you, causing Natasha to smirk slightly and nudge down the waistband of your sweatpants the tiniest bit.

Your mind, usually focused and clear, is clouded with her already. That's what happens after two months of deprivation — even the smallest touches, the faintest sensations beam you up into a state of haziness. Your entire focus is on Natasha, and the way she's touching you, and how her lips are roaming your body almost reverently.

She missed you too. More than anything, actually. Not a moment went by without her thinking about you. And now that she has you to herself again, she's going to soak it — and you — up like her life depends on it.

"Bedroom?", Natasha finally whispers, keeping her cheek snug against your neck as her fingers tug at the hem of your underwear. "For more privacy."

You nod, lightly massaging her scalp for a moment before pulling away. Her hand quickly turns you around, then — before you can even think of protesting — she's got you in her arms. Another kiss to your jaw, and you decide that complaining about this would probably be stupid.

"Light like a feather", she mumbles, peppering kisses along your cheek as she carries you to your bed. You feel Natasha sit down on the edge of it, settling you in her lap. Across from you is a floor to ceiling mirror, through which you can see every movement of hers.

Her arms encircle your waist, her head dips into the crook of your neck. One hand moves your shirt up as the other trails patterns on your skin, her thumb pressing into the softness of your abdomen. A familiar touch, so known and comforting like none other. You melt into Natasha as she keeps mapping your body with her hands, her lips leaving feathery kisses all over your shoulder.