BLACK & RED | NATASHA ROMANOFF X READER | MARVEL

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ALANA SOLOKOV POV:

"Tasha..." I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper. Her name felt like a prayer on my lips, a silent admission of the growing feelings I had for her. I noticed her brush her thumb gently over my cheek, and I leaned into her touch, savoring the comforting gesture.

We sat there for a moment longer, the air heavy with unspoken emotions. I could feel her gaze on me, searching, maybe even wanting more. But something held me back, some hesitance or fear of taking this next step.

"Let's go home."

We left the bar, the air between us still heavy with the unfinished conversation. We walked in silence, the sound of our footsteps echoing in the night. I found myself stealing glances at Natasha., my mind swirling.

As I'm about to tuck my hand into my jacket pocket, it brushes against hers. She looks at me with a slight smile, grabbing onto it with her fingers. A jolt of electricity shoots through me as her fingers intertwine with mine, causing my heart to skip a beat. I look down at our entwined hands, a mixture of surprise and... something else I can't quite name.

I look up at Natasha, our eyes meeting for a brief moment, and I see her smile widen slightly. There's a flicker of something in her gaze that puzzles me, but before I can decipher it, she gently tugs at my hand, a silent invitation to keep walking.

As we approach the compound, the familiar sight of its imposing structure brings a mix of relief and dread. She takes one finger and places it over my lips, "shh." She hushes. We walk silently up the steps and enter the compound, the door closing behind us with a resounding thud.

We make our way through the quiet corridors of the compound, the absence of people adding to the sense of isolation. As we reach Natasha's room, she opens the door and gestures for me to enter. I take a deep breath and step inside as she closes it behind me.

SMUT WARNING. ⚠️

She immediately wraps her arms around my neck with another kiss.

In that moment, all my doubts and insecurities fade away, replaced by a burning need for her touch. My arms instinctively wrap around her waist, pulling her closer to me. Our bodies seem to mold together as if we were made for each other. I feel her fingers tangle in my hair, her touch sending shivers down my spine. We stumble backwards towards the bed, growing more urgent with every step.

Suddenly, my back hits the bed, and I fall onto it, pulling Natasha down on top of me. Her weight on me feels like a delicious pressure, stoking the flames of desire even higher. I let my hands roam freely over her body, exploring the curves and plains I had only dreamed of touching.

She breaks the kiss, panting lightly, giving me a fierce look that makes my breath catch in my throat. "I want you," she whispers, her voice low and hoarse with desire. "I want you so bad, Alana." She begins to trail a path of kisses down my neck, sending jolts of pleasure through me. My hands grip her hips as if to anchor myself in the moment.

"I want you too."

Suddenly, her hands find the hem of my dress, and I feel her fingers tracing patterns on my legs as she slowly works the dress up my thighs. Her touch is both gentle and possessive, and I can't help but let out a soft moan at the sensation.

I feel the dress being pulled over my head, then bra unclipped, leaving me exposed and vulnerable before her. Her eyes roam over my body, taking in every inch of me, and I can feel her desire for me growing with each passing moment. She downs to place a kiss on my chest, just above my heart.

Her lips start to trail a path down my body, and I arch up towards her, craving more of her touch. Her hands wander over my skin, mapping out every curve and contour, as if she's trying to memorize my body. The desire between us is growing more intense, and I can feel my heart racing, my body aching for her.