Gore: Winterwidow

Chapter 10: Grasp

A/N~ Thank you all for 1k reads on Dive as well as Let Go! I really enjoyed writing those stories, and if you have any feedback or requests please let me know!! :,DDD

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James sniffed the city air and exhaled deeply, watching his breath fog up around him as he held the door for Natasha, entering "Einstein Bros". He growled slightly as the scent of coffee stained the air and he tugged on Romanoff's hand, making her look back questioningly to him.

"What? What's wrong with you?" she asked and frowned deeper as he shook his head and inched for the door.

"I-uh I don't like coffee very much..." he mumbled, feeling embarrassed for not acting more tough around her. She was so perfect- his little doll... Her looks were transcendent, in a breathtaking way of course, and her scent just turned him on!! "Can I just wait outside?..."

Natasha laughed and booped the vampire on the nose playfully, and he went cross-eyed trying to follow the path of her finger.

"Oh James, you're so cute. We're not getting coffee you know, just bagels. So if that changes your mind about anything..." The ginger hummed as she traced a teasing line down his chest and he took a sharp intake of breath at her alluring touch, feeling his senses going crazy.

James huffed and shook his head, taking her hand and placing it back down at her side. "No, I mean I hate the smell. It's like methane to me. I just can't handle how strong it is in here... Please?"

Hell, as if he NEEDED permission from someone to do what he wanted!... Well, if it was Natasha, then yes he felt it was right. She was everything he needed and wanted, and now that he finally had her where he wanted her, he didn't want to give her any reason to leave him.

"Oh, well I mean it can't hurt to prevent you from suffering any longer," Natasha chuckled and flicked his cheek with his scarf she had around her neck. "Tell me what you want then and I'll just bring it out."

"Okay, but don't make me wait too long," he murmured and scrunched up his nose as he was slapped and sighed as he skulked out the door.

He glanced back through the glass to see Natasha standing in line and he lit a cigarette as he watched contently, just to make sure she was okay. He was the predator, but he was also the alpha and protector. Natasha was his sweet rose- his lamb, and if anything happened to her, he would never forgive himself. No one touches her but him.

The vampire shoved a hand deep into his pocket as he puffed on the little cigarette, wishing he had a true fat cigar to inhale on. The nicotine helped calm his nerves and he was lucky that he had no health effects from the drugs seeing as he was a vampire after all. James sighed heavily and rubbed his eyes, thinking about all that had happened yesterday.

Yes, he had won Natasha, and although she was too stubborn to admit it to him or accept it herself, she really belonged to him now, and he, her. He wouldn't say it was love quite yet, but it was definitely something more serious and intense than any juvenile crush. Hell, they slept together! They'd both cheated on their previous partners to do it and neither seemed to have any regret now. Well, at least not Natasha.

The thing was, James did feel a bit guilty for wrecking things with Lanna. Sure he felt she was mostly obsolete compared to Romanoff, but for the kindness she showed him, he at least owed her that. She was definitely different from the other imbecilic women in the office, but that didn't amount anywhere near where Natasha stood in his eyes. He knew he'd have to apologize and come up with some shit excuse for leaving the party so early and he hoped she hadn't noticed the ginger take off at the same time he did. He should've been more deceptive and careful...