Reborn By JustBored21

Chapter 31

Harry's eyes slowly opened, he was tired but was simply glad he hadn't woken up to another voice again. He heard the sound of soft breathing, and felt a small weight on his chest. Natasha was lying next to him, her head on his chest with her arm resting over his stomach and one of her legs wrapped around his own. Harry allowed himself a small mental sigh as he looked her.

She was sleeping peacefully, looking like an innocent little kitten and not like a master class assassin. The fact that they were both completely naked underneath the bed sheets did not escape Harry's attention. He could definitely feel certain parts of him gladly accept the situation. She looked peaceful and Harry couldn't help but feel peaceful, if he could then he would gladly freeze time and spend the next few hours of his life like this. But regrettably he could not.

Harry took a small breath before gently extracting himself while taking special care to not wake up Nat. He went to the bathroom and after a quick teeth brushing charm he stepped into the shower after making sure the water was at an enjoyable temperature, while he could clean himself with a wave of his wand he still liked to have showers, he closed his eyes as the water hit his snowy white hair, he felt it run down to his neck followed by his shoulders then the rest of his body.

Harry was using his shower time as a chance to think, sleeping with Natasha had made things complicated. On the one hand it was a very bad idea, bringing emotions and feelings into things could affect their work relationship and friendship. When Harry and Hill had got physical together they had both made it clear that it was purely physical enjoyment, no emotional feelings attached. But Natasha was different, he doubted that they could maintain the same relationship he had with Hill.

This could end up affecting their performance in the field, Harry knew for sure that if he had to prioritize one person over the other then Natasha would likely come out on top. He knew he probably didn't have to worry about her as she could very easily handle herself out in the field, the battle against the Chitauri in New York was enough proof of that, but she wasn't immortal, nor did she have a healing factor like Harry did.

But on the other hand this could be a good thing, if it doesn't work out then he trusted Natasha to at least be professional enough to work with him in the future. But her life span aside, she was an ideal partner for Harry. She was smart, funny, mature, pretty, could look after herself, didn't irritate him and was generally accepting of him. In the field he would be able to trust her to watch her own back instead of watching over her like she was a delicate flower, plus she knew what she could handle and where her limits were.

As of the moment the main problem Harry had was that it was clear, even to him, that he had developed feelings for her, and he didn't like that. He could make a list of all the things he would worry about if he had gotten into a relationship with Natasha. Yet there was still a voice in the back of his head that encouraged him to try.

"Why can't things just be simple?" Harry whispered to himself.

A minutes or so later Harry found his shower interrupted by a couple of arms wrapping around his waist and a body pressed against his back. Just like that his thought process was completely shattered and rebuilt to focus entirely on what he was feeling. He felt the hot breath on the back of his neck just before he felt her lips on his shoulder.

"Hey." Harry said without turning around to look.

"Hey." Natasha whispered back before continuing to plant more kisses on his shoulder and neck, her hands rubbed up and down his chest and abs.