BLACK & RED | NATASHA ROMANOFF X READER | MARVEL

16

It was a few weeks after our conversation, and Natasha and I kept our relationship secret. We continued to interact as we always had, but a new tension simmered between us, an undertone of stolen glances and subtle touches that hinted at the change in our relationship. After the compound fell to rest, we would sneak into each others rooms to spend time with each other.

It wasn't easy, though. It took all my willpower to keep my hands to myself, to not just pull her into my arms and kiss her senseless right in the middle of the compound.

Despite the secrecy and the risks, however, the stolen moments we had together in private were nothing short of bliss. Natasha would slip into my room in the dead of night, her form like a ghost in the darkness. She would crawl into my bed, her body warm and supple and welcoming, and we would spend hours just holding each other, whispering secrets and promises into the dark. The stolen kisses and caresses we shared were like fire, scorching and addicting. Every time Natasha touched me it sent sparks of desire shooting through my body, and it took every ounce of my self-control not to just lose myself in her.

The compound was quiet in the dead of night, the halls mostly empty and the windows dark. Natasha walked along the hallway, her footsteps nearly silent. As she approached my room, she paused and glanced around, making sure no one was lurking nearby. Satisfied that the coast was clear, she pushed open the door and slipped inside.

The room was dimly lit by the pale moonlight streaming through the windows, casting long shadows across the floor. I was lying in bed, pretending to be asleep, but I was fully aware of her presence. I could feel her eyes on me, could sense the heat of her body as she approached the bed. Natasha sat down on the bed next to me, and I could feel the mattress dip slightly under her weight. I kept my eyes closed, feigning slumber, but my whole body was on alert, every nerve ending tingling.

"I know you're not asleep," she whispered, her voice low and seductive. I couldn't help but let out a quiet snort of amusement.

"How'd you know?" I asked, opening my eyes to look at her. She was perched on the edge of the bed, her legs folded underneath her. The moonlight filtering in through the window cast a silvery glow on her face and hair, making her look goddess like.

"I can practically hear your brain racing from across the room," she teased, a sly smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Besides, you've never been able to fake being asleep convincingly."

"Oh, really?" I drawled, shifting onto my side so I could face her more fully. "And what exactly is my brain racing about, then?"

She hummed thoughtfully, her gaze roaming over my face. "Hmm, let me guess," she said, her tone playful. "You're either thinking about the mission tomorrow, or about how much you want to kiss me right now."

I raised an eyebrow, impressed by her insight. "You're not wrong," I said, my voice a low rumble. "But I think there's a third option you're overlooking."

"Oh really?" she asked, her interest piqued. "And what might that be?"

"I'm thinking about how goddamn beautiful you look right now," I said, my gaze roaming over her face and body. The pyjamas she was wearing were almost transparent, and I could see the outline of her curves beneath the thin fabric.

She blushed slightly at my words, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Flattery will get you nowhere, soldier girl," she said, her voice trying to sound nonchalant. But I could hear the hint of pleasure in her tone.

"Oh, I think flattery will get me everywhere with you, Nat," I said, reaching out to touch her hand.

She laughed softly, her eyes sparkling. "You're insufferable," she said, but her tone was fond. She turned her hand so our fingers interlaced, and I could feel the slight tremor in her grip.