BLACK & RED | NATASHA ROMANOFF X READER | MARVEL

24

It had been a few nights since the interrogation. I was told Steve finished the job and got what they needed from him, but, to be honest, I didn't want to hear it. We needed to mentally and physically prepare for the upcoming mission using the information he gave us.

Nat and I just finished our training for the day, both sweaty and out of breath, our bodies aching from the workout. Natasha is sitting on the bench next to me, her hands resting on my thigh. "You're improving," she says with a small smile, her fingers tracing lazy patterns across my skin. "But you're still leaving yourself open in your guard."

I roll my eyes good-naturedly. "I know. You've only told me six times already."

"Well, you deserve to hear it a seventh time," she joked, giving my leg a gentle squeeze. "Your left side is weak, and it's going to get you hurt one day."

I huff out a sigh, knowing that she's right even as I'm annoyed by her constant reminder. "I know, I know. I'll work on it, I promise."

Natasha grins, her hand slipping up my leg to tangle with mine. "I'm just looking out for you, you know that."

"You know," Natasha says, changing the subject as her hand still toys with mine, "We've been working nonstop for days now. I think we're both in need of some rest and relaxation."

"Mmm.." I say lowly.

Her eyebrows wiggle suggestively, a sly smile on her lips. "How do you feel about a nice, long shower, and then a movie night in bed?"

"Ooh..." I mutter, trying to ignore the heat pooling in my stomach at her touch. "I suppose that does sound nice. Especially the long shower..."

Her smile widens, her fingers tracing the edge of my shorts, teasingly close to my hip. "And then we can curl up in bed, order some food, and watch a movie."

"And you promise we'll actually watch the movie?" I ask, cocking an eyebrow at her. "No distractions?"

She holds her hand up, as if swearing an oath. "I promise we'll actually watch the movie. No distractions. Unless you want some..."

I roll my eyes but can't help the small smile that curves my lips.

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After a much-needed shower, Natasha and I find ourselves cuddled up in my bed, a bowl of popcorn and a half-watched movie forgotten on the nightstand. The room is dimly lit, the soft glow of a few strategically placed candles casting shadows across the walls. We're both in our pajamas - oversized t-shirts and comfy shorts - our bodies pressed against each other under the covers.

Natasha's hand is gently tracing patterns on my bare arm, her touch sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. Her head is resting on my chest, hair splayed out across my shirt.

After a few minutes, Nat suddenly breaks the comfortable silence. "Hey babe," she murmurs, her head still resting on my chest. "Pass me the water on the nightstand?"

I let out a soft grunt, reluctantly stretching and pulling myself away from our cozy embrace. I reach over and grab the glass from the nightstand, "You always make me do all the work."

"Hey, I'm comfy. And you're closer anyways," she teases, then laughs softly, taking the water cup from me, "thank you my love."

Nat takes a few sips of the water, then passes the cup back to me. As I reach for it, she shifts her weight slightly, and I accidentally knock the water, spilling some of the water onto her shirt.

"Oh shit," I say, blushing a little, sitting up.

Natasha laughs softly, shaking her head "It's just a little water, hon. Don't worry about it."