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You both just stared at each other with wide eyes like there was something or someone else to blame for what just happened, but then she cleared her throat, "Guess it's my turn to speak then."
You were nodding too much, "Yeah – yeah, if you want, I mean. Go ahead. Please talk."
She chuckled to herself before she reached for you and you didn't think as you placed your hands in hers, both of you sporting small, shy smiles.
"In the beginning, your lifestyle scared me, so much," She confessed quietly and you watched her carefully, hanging on to every word, "What I do for a living, it's...contract work and it made me nervous to be so close to the spotlight you're under because I don't want people to see me, but then I couldn't help falling in love with you like the rest of the world did," She smiled gently at you, meaning it, and you melted a little – okay, a lot, "You're so kind and thoughtful and naïve in the best way where it makes you innocent to things that hardens most people. Getting to know you was like seeing everything in a different perspective and it wasn't one you'd expect from a popstar. When you care for someone, when you give them even a speck of your love," She squeezed your hands three times, "You do it with your whole heart and everything you are. You dive headfirst and it's not what I'm used to because I'm stubborn and reserved and cautious in everything I do. I'm hesitant to let people in and you not only picked the lock," She quoted one of the songs you guys drunkenly wrote together one late night that will probably never see the light of day, but it'll always be one of your favorites, "But you came through the door loud and excited and with a purpose that makes me so sure you're the only one who could've ever done that," She tilted her head, a bit less serious when she added, "Or at least lived to tell about the attempt."
You laughed loudly at that, a bit teary eyed, but smiling at her, and she seemed amused that you kept shifting around, not being able to sit still. But could you be blamed? Natasha fucking Romanoff Loves you.
"I love you." You told her because you had to, because you needed to, because you wanted to, and because you finally could.
Her smile grew, "You don't know how happy that makes me," She seemed to be getting a little emotional now too, "These last few months have been shit and Yelena even threatened to punch me in the face if I cried to her one more time about you."
"I love you." You repeated, trying to patiently wait for her to say it again without you asking, but you were getting anxious for it.
She hummed, toying with you, "I know."
"Han Solo? Really?"
"Made you watch the movies for a reason, babe."
You scoffed, "For this moment?"
"Says the one who was drooling over Princess Leia the entire time!"
"Don't bother getting jealous over or competing with Carrie Fisher. You will lose and I'll bring out the shrine supplies I have stored from when I was in grade school."
She shook her head with a defeat sigh, looking away, but then she slowly started to smile, glancing back at you, "I love you too."
"Fucking finally!" You cheered and she laughed but then you were getting up on your knees to fall into her, grabbing her face in your hands to smash your lips against hers, her laugh abruptly cut off.
The kiss got heat after only a minute, her hands gliding across your hips to your lower back, not being too shy about missing your ass as she went in for a squeeze not ten seconds after you deepened the kiss, kissing across her jaw as you fitted yourself between her legs.
"Right where you belong, huh?" She teased between kisses, her hands running up and down your sides, but you just nodded a bit, knocking your foreheads together lightly.
"Yeah," You smirked, knowing it would flick something in her when you said, "On top."
She immediately, almost on instinct, grabbed you around your waist, a hand on your thigh, and attempted to flip you both, but she miscalculated being on Yelena's small sofa, making you fall back on the floor between said sofa and coffee table with a thud.
"Fuck, my back," You groaned, and she cringed, straddling your waist, "So aggressive."
"Sorry, sweetheart," She grimaced, getting up, and slowly helping you to stand before she rubbed your back soothingly as you stretched it a bit with a wince, "Is it bad?"
"If I hadn't fallen off the bar dancing with Lewis last time I was in LA, it probably wouldn't be. Or slipped in the shower this morning. Or-"
"Baby, I know you're accident prone, we don't need a list," She assured softly, and you huffed defensively, "How's a nice warm bath sound?"
So, you found yourself sitting back against your redhead's chest in a bubble bath as she ran a loofah over your arms and wherever she could reach, kissing your neck and shoulders slowly. You let your eyes close, the warm water, slight scent of lavender, and your favorite person naked behind you bringing more relaxation than you had in months.
When she was done, she set the loofah aside and slid her hands over your middle, resting them there for a while.
"Ever think about having kids?" She asked quietly, not trying to disturb the peace, and you smiled to yourself.
"Yeah, want a bunch sometimes. Other times just two," You told her honestly and she hummed, "Unless you don't. Then I'm good. Or if you want just one – that's good too, I-"
"Baby, I love you, and I would love to have kids with you some day. Don't be nervous," She added the last part quieter, her voice laced with something else, and then one of her hands went further down and you moaned lowly as she cupped you, kissing hotly under your ear before whispering, "You'd make such a good mom, but right now I need you to do something for me."
"Yeah – yes. Anything." You were already breathless.
"Get yourself off with my hand, baby," She rasped in your ear, pressing down firmly on you, "Go on, I know you can do it," You held her arms as you slowly started to thrust against her, the stimulation rough and her voice making goosebumps spread down your neck, "Good, honey, love seeing you get desperate like this, know you need it."
It wasn't long before you were gripping the side of the tub with one hand, your other over hers that stayed between your legs and she held you against her with her free one as you began to thrash a bit, getting close. She whispered in your ear, encouraging you to let go, and you did, your chest heaving with the effort to catch your breath a moment later. She kissed your warm skin anywhere she could reach, praises and compliments in every breath she took against you, and you hadn't even noticed the water ran cold.
"Tired, sweetheart?" She muttered into the back of your neck, and you shook your head.
"No."
"Did so good for me," She added like it wouldn't make you squeeze your thighs together, "Can you do something else for me now?"
"Yeah. Anything."
"After we get out and dry off, I want you to go to my room and get on your knees in the middle of the floor, alright? No talking either, baby. Wanna try something."
You figured it was a good time to start thinking about a solid safe word.
And you've never been more excited.
