The Widow That Didn't Kill Her Mate

Chapter 2

After getting on the helicarrier and getting a lecture form Fury, Natasha finally was let off the hook for being distracted. She got off the flying contraption before it went in the air, and she went to her apartment. She sat on her couch staring at her phone for a while, trying to decide if she should text (y/n). After a few moments of deciding, Natasha finally decided to text (y/n). "Hi," she wrote, "How's work so far?" To Natasha's surprise, (y/n) replied almost immediately. "It's fine so far. Just a normal day. The same old stuff happens." Just realizing that she doesn't even know what (y/n)'s job is, Natasha quickly asked (y/n), "where do you work? I forgot to ask you what your profession is." (Y/n) quickly answered, "oh I forgot to tell you. Sorry. I work as a store manager at Macy's." Natasha's heart lifted. "Then maybe I can come visit you at the store every once in a while and maybe shop for some new clothes," she said. (Y/n) blushed at the thought of seeing Natasha again. "Sure, I'll look forward for it," she quickly typed back. Natasha smiled before setting down her phone and getting up. She walked to her closet to pick out a flattering outfit and set it aside for when she sees (y/n). She jumped in the shower, quickly got dressed in those clothes, and left to walk to Macy's. Once she got there she looked around to find (y/n) hanging clothes on the rack in the back. She quietly walked behind (y/n) before gently grabbing her waist. She chuckled as (y/n) jumped slightly in fright. (Y/n) quickly turned around and blushed. "H-hey Natasha." "Hi," Natasha replied excitedly. "I thought I might as well stop by for a visit since I'm not doing anything for the rest of the day." (Y/n) smirked. "So I'm guessing catching one criminal is enough for one day, huh?" She teased. Natasha chuckled. "Well," she said. "That was the only mission my boss gave me for today so only one bad guy it is." (Y/n) looked at Natasha in disbelief. "I can't imagine ever catching criminals. That's such a badass job. You're absolutely amazing, Natasha," (y/n) complimented. Natasha smiled, "Well thank you. You can call me Nat by the way." (Y/n) stood up straight. "Well then Nat, anything I can help you with?" "Oh yes," smirked Natasha, "will you help me try on some shirts?" "Of course. Lest go find something for you to try on," replied (y/n) with a giggle. They walked around for a while and picked up a few shirts before walking into the fitting room. "Call me if you need any help," said (y/n) as she opened a door for Nat. Natasha said thank you before going in and changing into a button up shirt. She smirked before calling out to (y/n) for help. (Y/n) rushed in to see Nat in the shirt with most of the buttons undone so she was able to see her lacy black bra. "Do you think this shirt is too tight?" Nat asked innocently. (Y/n) tried to hide her blush with her hands. "Uhhh no no I think you look good. I mean the shirt. The shirt looks good." Natasha laughed. "Thank you, but it's a bit hard for me to button it all the way. Can you help me?" Nat flirted. (Y/n) blushed even harder before saying, "sure I'll help you." (Y/n) reluctantly started buttoning the shirt for Natasha, occasionally brushing a finger or two on Natasha's smooth, bare skin. When she was done buttoning it, (y/n) let her fingers hold onto the shirt a little longer than necessary, thinking about how beautiful and soft Natasha's skin is. "Thank you," Nat said as she took (y/n)'s hands in her own and held them against the shirt, feeling her warmth through the fabric. Nat looked at (y/n)'s blushing face before slowly leaning in towards her lips. She watched (y/n) close her eyes as their lips almost touched before there was a knock on the changing room door. "(Y/n)," said one of the employees, "I know you are probably busy but there is a woman who is trying to get a full refund on a product she bought six moths ago and isn't understanding that we can't take it back." (Y/n) sighed before slowly slipping her hands out of Nat's grip. "Okay thank you. I'll be there in a minute." Looking annoyed, (y/n) said that she had to go help the customer before she walked out of the changing room. Nat was disappointed. She almost got a kiss from (y/n) but the moment was ruined by another needy customer. She couldn't help but sigh. She debated whether or not she should try on a different shirt or wait for (y/n) to get back so she could help her take off the button down shirt. After a moment of thinking, Nat decided to put a different shirt on. She chose a tight shirt that hugged her curves nicely and just ended above the hem of her pants. After she put the shirt on, she checked herself out in the mirror to make sure it looked good on her before she sat down on the small bench in the changing room, and waited for (y/n) to return. After a few minutes (y/n) knocked on the door before walking back into the changing room. She was slightly tired from having to deal with the woman who just insisted that they take back the pants but somehow (y/n) was able to explain in a nice way way they couldn't take them. She glanced at Nat to see her in a tight top. Blushing, she stumbled back and sat down on the chair behind her. Nat smirked before standing up and standing in front of (y/n) and leaning down slightly. "Do I look that good?" She asked teasingly. (Y/n) looked up at Nat and blushed. She didn't know what to say. Nat chuckled before leaning down more so that she was face to face with (y/n). She slowly moved closer until their lips were touching. A shocking sensation filled (y/n) as Nat kissed her, first gently, and then harder as (y/n) started kissing back. As they were kissing, Nat placed her hands firmly on (y/n)'s hips, moving their bodies closer as (y/n) put her arms around Nat's neck. Natasha gently sat down on (y/n)'s lap and pressed against her. She gently bit on (y/n)'s lip and (y/n) moaned. Nat immediately shoved her tongue into the woman's mouth. After a few moments (y/n) pulled back panting. While (y/n) was catching her breath Nat was about to put her hands under (y/n)'s shirts when she heard whispers. A girl talking in the next changing room. Natasha cursed at herself for getting distracted so easily again in a public place before she got up. She took (y/n)'s hands and pulled her up. "I would like to invite you to dinner tonight at my place. Do you think you could come?" Asked Natasha. "I would love to come. Just text me your address and the time and I'll be there." Replied (y/n). "Well, I can't wait to see you then. I should get changed," Nat said. (Y/n) sighed before standing up. "Alright," she said. (Y/n) wished they were in a more private area so they could continue kissing, but she still had work to do. She said goodbye to Nat and walked out of the changing room, thinking about dinner later with Nat. The thought got her excited but she tried not to show it when she got back to work. Back in the changing room, Nat quickly got dressed in the clothes she wore that day, and walked out of the changing room. She decided to buy the button down shirt and the tight shirt so that she could choose which one to wear later when (y/n) came over for dinner.