DARED BY MS ROMANOFF | Marvel AU | Natasha Romanoff X Reader X Wanda Maximoff

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CONTINUED

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Y/N POV

Natasha slowly leaned in closer to me, her movements deliberate and slow. "You did great today." She said in a hushed tone. I swallowed hard. Her smile deepened, a spark of amusement in her eyes. "Are you nervous?" she countered, her voice low and teasing.

I felt a flush rise to my cheeks, the closeness between us making it hard to think clearly. "Maybe a little," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

Her eyes softened slightly, and she leaned in even closer, her lips just a breath away from mine. "Good."

She closed the distance between us, her lips capturing mine in a kiss that was both unexpected and inevitable. It started softly, tentatively, as if we were both testing the waters, but quickly deepened into something more urgent and hungry. The angle was awkward, both of us constrained by the car seats, but it didn't matter. The need to be closer, to feel her against me, overrode everything else.

Suddenly, Natasha's hands gripped my waist, and she pulled me onto her lap, guiding me to straddle her in the driver's seat. The shift in position was quick and fluid, my knees pressing into the sides of the seat as I settled onto her. The closeness was intoxicating, our bodies pressed together, her warmth seeping into me despite the cold rain outside.

Her hands moved to my hips, holding me firmly as our kiss deepened. I could feel her heartbeat through the thin fabric of our clothes, a rapid rhythm that matched my own. The cramped space only heightened the intensity, every movement charged with unspoken emotion.

My hands found their way to her shoulders, fingers digging in slightly as I leaned into her. The kiss was a whirlwind of emotions—desire, fear, longing, and an undeniable connection that had always been there, just beneath the surface. Her lips were insistent, her breath hot and rapid against my skin. I could taste the rain on her, a reminder of the storm that had brought us to this point.

When we finally broke apart, our foreheads rested against each other, both of us breathing hard. Her eyes were closed, a look of raw vulnerability on her face that made my heart ache. I brushed a strand of wet hair away from her cheek, my thumb lingering on her skin.

"You know this changes everything," I whispered, my voice trembling with the weight of the moment.

"No it doesn't," Natasha scoffed, pulling me back in for another kiss, her lips capturing mine with an intensity that took my breath away. For a moment, I let myself get lost in it, the heat and urgency of her touch making my head spin. But then, reality crashed back in and I pulled away, panting slightly as I looked into her eyes.

"This isn't just teasing anymore. You like me, don't you?" I said, searching her face for any sign of the truth.

Her eyes narrowed, a stubborn defiance shining through. "No. I don't," she said, the words clipped and unconvincing. She pulls me in again and kisses me for a moment more.

"No, Natasha." I pull away, "I'm on your lap right now, and I can feel your wetness on the seat. I'm cashing in. Tell me the truth, Romanoff, you have to. Do you like me, yes or no?"

She sighed deeply, her eyes closing for a moment as if gathering the courage to respond. When she opened them again, they were filled with a mix of resignation and raw honesty. "Fine. I can't deny there's... emotions," she admitted, her voice softer, almost vulnerable.

I took a deep breath, feeling a surge of frustration mixed with relief at Natasha's admission. "Then what are we doing playing stupid games and beating around the bush?" I blurted out, unable to contain the pent-up emotions any longer.

Natasha's eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by the sudden intensity of my words. For a moment, she seemed at a loss for what to say, her usually composed demeanor momentarily faltering. Then, with a sigh, she reached out, her fingers brushing against mine in a hesitant gesture of reassurance, "Look, I drew an immediate liking to you.. that's why I was so mean. But I couldn't help but intrigue myself, either," she admitted, her voice soft but tinged with uncertainty. "And also.. I guess I've just been.... Afraid."

I nodded, understanding washing over me like a wave. "Afraid? Of what?" I asked gently, my heart aching for her vulnerability.

She hesitated, her gaze dropping to her lap as she struggled to put her feelings into words. "Scared of getting hurt again," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Scared of letting someone in, only to have them leave when things get too complicated. And you and I. We are complicated."

"It doesn't have to be complicated, please, Natasha." I brush her hair behind her ear.

She ushers me to the passenger seat again and I lean on the middle console to remain close to her.

She turns her head to me, "You deny it every time but I know about Wanda. And I have to admit I'm a little jealous." She said.

"I only want you." I speak with no hesitation.

"No, Y/N." she tilts her head up and it meets the headrest, "I can't let you want me."

"I don't care," I insisted, my voice tinged with desperation. "I'll do anything to prove it to you. I'll quit. I'll end things with Wanda. Whatever it takes."

A soft chuckle escaped her lips, a bittersweet sound that echoed in the quiet space between us. "Desperate, perhaps," she conceded, her gaze meeting mine with a mixture of sadness and resignation.

"But love makes us do desperate things, doesn't it?" I smile.

"Love?" She asks.

"Yeah. Love." I reply.

She chuckles, "Love. It destroys us, yet we can't help but crave it." She says, her voice now barely above a whisper, "it's salvation and downfall at the same time."

"I wouldn't have it other way." I reach over and grab her hand.

"Do you love me?" She asks, pulling away her hand.

Natasha's words hung in the air, a palpable tension swirling between us as her question lingered. My heart raced, the weight of her gaze piercing through me like a thousand tiny needles.

I took a deep breath, the gravity of her question settling over me like a heavy shroud. "Yes," I replied, the word carrying with it the weight of a thousand unspoken

Her hand slipped from mine, a fleeting touch that left a trail of longing in its wake. And then, in a moment of breathtaking vulnerability, she made her declaration.

"Then let's call off the game," she whispered, her voice barely a breath against the silence of the room. "I'll destroy the contract tonight."

A rush of emotion swept over me, relief and disbelief mingling together in a heady concoction. "Natasha," I breathed, my voice choked with emotion. "Are you sure?"

"That's enough confirmation for me. Let's try this. Even if it's complicated."

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Sorry this chapter was short it's a continuation of chapter 10!

I also need name suggestion for YN.