Summary: Yelenaâs never been one for friends, especially complete strangers that just happen to live next door. But maybe, maybe she can make an exception.
It was December 2024 when you first met her.
Youâd been living in an apartment block in downtown New York for the past 3 years. The rent was cheap enough and you could commute to work easily from there.
There used to be an elderly woman that lived next to you, but one hospital trip last July had led to her never returning and her apartment being cleaned out like sheâd never even lived there.
It had stayed empty and hollow since then.
Well until recently.
One day the apartment was empty, and the next day there was a blonde lady standing outside locking her door.
When she turned to you, your eyes widened unconsciously and your mouth opened slightly.
She looked dangerous. Hot, but dangerous.
You stick your hand out immediately
âHi. Iâm-â
âDonât careâ was spoken back immediately. Not even giving you a chance to finish before her back was turned and she was gone.
You take your hand back and press it awkwardly against your other one. Nodding your head you think nothing of it and head to work.
Trying to do anything but think of the woman all day had been exhausting. Her accent had especially caught your interest, playing it over and over again in your head until you were sure it was the best thing youâd ever heard.
You hurried home that day. But youâd forever tell yourself it was because it was a Friday and you were excited for the weekend. Definitely not because of your new neighbour.
But as luck would have it, she was nowhere to be seen or heard.
In fact she wasnât seen or heard from for 4 days. Not until the Wednesday morning at 2:30am when there was a clatter against her door, then against yours.
Youâve never been a good sleeper, so naturally you were awake. Trying to will yourself to get some work done and be productive. But the crash sound followed by a hushed âĐŽĐ”ŃŃĐŒĐŸ. No no noâ and a few more hushed swears.
You stand up slowly, being careful not to make much noise. You didnât want to scare her away. You unlocked the door and opened it as carefully as you could.
When it opened and revealed the girl, your heart sank.
Blood covered her entire left cheek. Soot and whatever other dirt covered the rest of her face. There was a hole in the right side of her suit which she was trying to clutch as she picked up the many boxes of ammunition and accessories from the duffel bag next to her.
âYou need help?â You ask. Louder than intended.
She jumps. Not just startles. Fully jumps out of her skin. This makes her wince, reclutching her side.
âSorry.â You speak again. âI uh-â
âSave it.â She cuts you off again. âIâm fine.â She finishes. Her tone is sharp, sheâs clearly done and wants you to go.
âYou look hurt. I have a first aid kit. Would you like it?â Your question is so innocent and sincere that it makes her freeze for a second.
âNo.â She decides eventually. Standing with her duffel bag and quickly shuffling to her door. âSleep. You work.â Is muttered under her breath before the door is opened and shut just as quickly.
You shake your head and sigh. Deciding to leave the first aid box next to her door. Just in case.
You end up staying home from work that day. Deciding after not sleeping that it would be easier to just work from your apartment.
The place next door is radio silent all day. Thereâs an occasional shuffle or bang. But mostly nothing. The door opens and shuts again around 2pm. Without being a creep, you watched her leave through the peephole. Watching until her boots could no longer be seen.
By 7pm the apartment was loud. Louder than youâd heard in your entire few years of living there. You donât think much of it until you realise that youâd never heard the door open or shut.
You pace around for an hour after that.
Thereâs lots of shouting. Something about a âpizza dog! No!â Which definitely isnât in the same accent as your neighbour.
Eventually when you look out of the peephole again. The familiar blonde hair appears. In a rush you pick up the first thing you see, which is your laundry basket and hold it in your arms while you open the door and step out.
âHeyâ you try and catch her attention without startling her.
She looks even more exhausted. Sheâs limping now, only slightly. But to you, itâs noticeable.
She sighs as she looks at you. She doesnât speak, she just nods her head up as a greeting.
âThereâs- uh. A lot of shouting and loud music coming from there. I just- I uh didnât know if it was you or?â
âKate Bishop.â Is said in your direction. She sighs and rubs her left hand across her face before pulling her key out.
âThank you, Spyâ she smirks before sheâs gone again.
Your mind reeks for a while at that. How can someone so dangerous be so charming??
Also, who is Kate Bishop and why is she in there? Does she have a girlfriend- wait Kate Bishop.
You know that name. Youâre certain of it.
10 minutes later and a Google deep dive, youâre now convinced that your neighbour is part of some super secret superhero gang too.
It all started to make sense.
The duffel bag full of ammunition which you hadnât even clocked until now, the combat boots she always seems to wear, the injuries, the multiple days disappearance.
Oh shit. Your neighbour was a superhero.
As much as it hurt you to not know the answer then and there, you knew it wouldnât be appropriate to just march over there and be all âare you a superhero? Do you know Captain Marvel?â
You bury your questions for now. The woman had barely been there a couple of weeks and yet you already wanted to bombard her. She hardly seemed like the type of person to overshare.
Another night, another night of no sleep. It was already 3:30am and your eyes werenât even stinging yet. You wouldnât be sleeping yet. At least it was a Saturday now.
The movie you were watching had regained your attention when several screams could be heard from it.
Until you realised that you werenât watching a horror. You were watching a comedy.
The screams werenât from the TV.
You jump up immediately, not even thinking about shoes or a hoodie. You sprint out of your apartment and to the one next door. Hurriedly pounding on the door. Not even caring whoâs else you wake up in the process.
The door opens 26 seconds later. Sheâs flushed, sweat dripping down her forehead and down her neck. Drops of it falling onto her tank top. Sheâs heavily breathing.
âWhat?â She asks. Voice raspy and strained. It was definitely her screams.
âI heard the screams. I wanted to make sure you were okay.â You rush out. Not wanting to waste any more of her time.
She sighs. Resting her forehead on the back of her hand that was holding the door open. No more words are shared but she walks away from the door. Leaving it open.
You stand there for a few more seconds. Is this a trap?
âYouâre letting the cold inâ she calls from the kitchen.
That snaps you back into it. You hurry inside, shutting the door after you.
The apartment is the exact same as yours. The same layout, the same amenities. But hers doesnât look lived in in fact, if it werenât for the various clothing items and bags. Youâd think it was still abandoned.
âSit.â She points at the couch and nods her head in the direction.
You follow immediately, sitting in the furthest corner away. She follows after a minute or so, holding a glass of water.
âSo. You see Iâm alive. You got your answer?â She speaks again. Her accent even stronger now mixed with the abrupt wake up.
âWell. I guess so.â You start. Looking down at your hands instead of her face. Her eyes are so piercing you think they may genuinely freeze you. âAre you okay?â You jump back in.
She shrugs, looking you up and down. âIâm alive. Better than everâ she snarks. Clearly being sarcastic.
You nod hesitantly. Unsure if youâre allowed to laugh or not. âRight. Clearly. Umm.â
âMy sister died. Last year. Since then I havenât slept for longer than 2 hours at a time. I have panic attacks, Iâm becoming dependent on alcohol, I canât go to therapy, Iâm a hit woman for money, my best friend is the man who killed my sisterâs, prodigyâ she lists all at once. Not stopping for a breath.
âOhâ you breathe. that was a lot to take in.
âWhat was her name?â You ask, seeing her clearly trying to fight something in her head.
Her head snaps up at that. âYou donât know already? I thought the spy wouldâve figured it outâ she lightly jokes.
âNatasha Romanoff.â The name fills the room with tension. Of course you know that name. Who wouldnât?
âShe was your sister? we were told she had no family.â You ask. Now wondering whether this was some stupid cover story.
âWell she was my sister on a mission when we were kids. I didnât see her for like 20 years, but 8 years ago we met again. The best few days of my life.â Her voice cracks at the end as she laughs watery. Her eyes tearing up.
âShe was the best thing that happened to us in 2016. With the accords. Then she went rogue. That explains why.â You smile at her, knowingly.
She laughs again. A couple of tears slip out. But she doesnât even bother to wipe them.
âWhatâs your name?â You ask. âItâs been almost a month and I still donât know.â You scoff at yourself for never having asked.
âYelena. Yelena Belova.â She answers. Truthfully and honest.
âIâm -â
âI know.â She answers for you.
âI know everything about you. I know your age, college, parents names, brothers names, previous jobs, I know your parents jobs, I have a full background check of youâ
Yelenaâs voice is so calm that it's almost scary.
âHow?-â
âIâm a spy, assassin and my friend is an avenger. Iâd be stupid to not know it.â Sheâs smiling freely now. Clearly enjoying teasing you.
âI knew it! The second I heard you mention Kate, I knew there was something special about you!â You exclaim, excited and loud.
She laughs and shakes her head âyou think Iâm special?â
You blush. Not realising you actually said that out loud.
âOh I uh I mean cool. Cool. Yeah. Something really cool about you.â You ramble, scared for her reaction. What if she thinks youâre weird or too much?
âRelax. Youâre pretty special too.â She reassures. Surprisingly soft for an assassin.
In a moment of madness, you blurt out âmaybe we could discuss how special we both are over a drink. Of coffee of course.â
Summary: Danaâs only just met you, but sheâs already decided that you deserve the world and more.
It was finally time for your ten minute break of your 12 hour shift. It had been non stop for the past 7 hours already and you could quickly feel your body burning itself out.
Youâd taken yourself to the designated smoking area. Youâd never smoked, nor do you like the idea, but it was quiet there. Only ever 1 or 2 doctors and nurses at a time. Most of the time no one spoke to you anyway so it was guaranteed silence.
Or it usually was.
Today was different.
You heard the footsteps first, heavy and full of exhaustion.
Then you heard the voice.
Raspy and equally as tired.
âYou smoke, kid?â Was said into the air.
Dana.
She was a few feet away, resting her back against the brick wall of the building. Sheâd taken a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of her scrubs pocket, placing a cigarette in her mouth before lighting it.
You looked up surprised at her voice. Dana Evans speaking to you? What kind of parallel universe are you in?
âUh. No. I just- I like the silenceâ you explain. Playing with your fingers instead of looking at her. You canât even handle eye contact with your mom, let alone Dana Evans.
She inhales and then exhales the smoke to the side before huffing out a laugh and nodding.
âSmart kid. That shitâll kill yaâ
She makes her way over to you, sitting next to you but keeping a respectful distance between you. She stretches her legs out and rolls her ankles a few times. Letting her legs rest after being on her feet for hours at a time.
âYoure new here arenât ya?â She asks again after a beat. Clearly not coping with the silence.
You nod. Still looking at the floor âfirst weekâ you mutter. It had been a long week. Being pushed straight into the deep end and on your fourth day of the week.
âHell of a first week. You look like someone kicked your puppyâ she laughs. Stubbing out her cigarette against the bench.
âI donât have a puppy?â You look at her for the first time. Your eyebrows furrowed and your face one of confusion.
âJesus Christ.â She laughs again. A full on chuckle. âI was kiddinâ itâs a figure of speech. Surely you know it?â She stops laughing when she sees your face still confused.
âI do not. What does it mean?â You ask.
She sighs loudly. As if willing herself to continue the conversation and not walk away. âAh shit. Well basically Iâm saying you look wounded. If someone were to kick your puppy then youâd look sad, wounded like youâd been chewed up and spat out. So Iâm saying you look like that.â She explains after a deep breath.
âOh. Well why not just tell me I look sadâ you ask innocently.
She shakes her head turning away to whisper to herself âI wish I fuckinâ had.â
When you donât say anything else, she looks back at you.
âI mean. You do look sad. But I donât blame you. This placeâll do that to ya. Itâs busy. Itâs chaos. Itâs loud. Iâm surprised youâre still here.â She speaks honestly.
âI like the chaos. It keeps my mind busyâ you reply to her. Completely serious and monotone.
âI canât tell if youâre joking or not.â She speaks evenly. Just staring at the side of your head.
âWhy would I joke?â You turn your head to her. Your eyebrows again furrowed.
âForget I asked.â She mutters, shaking her head again.
A beat. Before she laughs and speaks again. âYouâre weird. I like weird.â
You donât say anything. But you donât have to. Sheâs still smiling to herself as she answers a text quickly.
You look at the birds in the tree again. They look happy together. The baby birds and the mother.
Itâs silent for a few more seconds until a small protein bar is placed on the bench next to you.
âEat. Iâm guessing you havenât eaten lunch yet. Youâve not had time. I donât want you burning outâ Dana says nonchalantly. Already back to texting on her phone.
You pick the bar up and read it. Thereâs nothing special about it, itâs just a protein bar. But why does it feel so weird to be cared for? You twirl it around in your hands for a few seconds before Dana speaks again.
âYouâre not allergic are you? I forget you kids are allergic to the world now.â She waves her hand dismissively.
âNo. No allergiesâ you shake your head.
âEat it. You probably donât have long left of your break.â She gestures to your hands.
â3 minutes 26 secondsâ you whisper to yourself as you unwrap it and take a bite. Itâs fine. Itâs a normal protein bar. But the weird feeling in your stomach is still there.
You hear Dana chuckle to herself again. Muttering something about a âweird ass kidâ as she does.
3 minutes and 26 seconds later, the bar is gone and you stand up to go back. Before you can leave, Danaâs voice stops you.
âKid. Take regular breaks okay? You look fragile. Iâll keep an eye on you.â She smiles warmly. There it is again, that weird feeling in your stomach.
Acknowledgement. Safety. Validation.
It feels weird. But not a bad weird. It feels almost⊠nice. Nice that someone is finally looking out for you after so long of being on your own.
You look back at her as you leave. Your brain canât form any words and your mouth doesnât seem to want to work. All you can do is nod at her. But itâs enough. She smiles at you again. Letting you go back to work.
Maybe you werenât âtoo muchâ. Maybe you just hadnât found someone who understood you yet.
A/N: Iâve never written for Dana before, but I feel like sheâd definitely give caring mother vibes. But also make fun of you at the same time.
professor christina x reader smutfic where reader is a teachers pet pls
TEACHERS PET
Summary: Engineering had always been your favourite subject. You couldnât figure out why, until your professor finally shows an interest in you.
Content warning: dom Christina!, fingering, finger sucking, Christina eats you out.
âClass dismissed. Have your essays finished by next Thursday. Except you miss L/N. Stay behind for me pleaseâ Professor Hammock speaks, already cleaning off her whiteboard for the next class.
Your head snaps up upon hearing your name. Oh shit, did she realise youâve zoned out for literally the entire class? What did she even cover for the past hour? Usually youâre the most interactive person in the class and now youâre going to have to stand in front of her and admit youâve just been staring at her for the past hour.
You walk slowly to her desk, pretending to make yourself busy with the straps of your backpack.
As you reach her desk she looks up with an unimpressed face. âMiss L/N. Care you to explain why you didnât listen to a single thing Iâve just said for the past hour? What could be so much more important than the content Iâm teaching you?â She chastises, clearly intending on making you feel small.
For some reason sheâd never taken kindly to you. You did everything right, interacting and answering questions, you had top marks in the class, and your work was always done on time, but she always favoured the other students. Giving them compliments on their work and smiling brightly at them.
âIâm sorry professor, it wonât happen again. I was just-â
âYou were distracted. Thereâs no excuses and itâs not on. Make sure it doesnât happen again. Youâre a good student, I donât want you failing because youâre too busy staring at me instead of the whiteboardâ she teases with a knowing glint in her eyes.
Shit. Had I really been staring at her the entire time? I knew Iâd done it for some time, but surely not for the entire hour.
You blush fiercely. Looking away from her, suddenly finding your shoes more interesting to look at.
âIâm sorry professor. I wonât do it againâ
âGood. Iâve been meaning to speak to you anyway. How interested are you in progressing your career? Where do you want to end up?â She goes back to her usual professor tone now, back to being serious and straight to the point.
âWell Iâd like to be an astronaut one day. Without sounding like an ass kisser, Iâd like to follow in your footstepsâ you mutter quietly, hoping she wonât see you as just another kid looking up to her.
âI was hoping youâd say that actually. I have an opportunity for youâ is she⊠being nice to you?
âWhat is it?â You jump in immediately, barely giving her time to finish her sentence.
âWell. As you know, Iâve been to space a few times now. I need someone who has a passion for this to help me with some things back at my placeâ she trails off. She knows how it sounds, but you donât even notice.
âSure. When and where?â You ask, sounding like an excited child.
She smiles, writing her address on a post it note and handing it to you.
âBring your textbooksâ she reminds as your hand touches the doorknob. You nod over your shoulder as you leave.
As youâre walking away you realise you definitely shouldâve asked 1. What she wanted you to do, and 2. Whether this was even legal to have your students at your house.
Saturday night finally draws in. Itâs barely been 24 hours since you last saw her, but you havenât been able to stop thinking about her since. Maybe engineering wasnât your favourite class, but the professor was definitely the reason you stayed. God, you were hopeless.
You took a while to decide on an outfit. You were only going to work, so it wasnât worth dressing up. You didnât want her thinking you were trying to impress her. Deciding on a pair of blue jeans and a simple white tshirt, you pull a zip up hoodie over the top and slip on your sneakers before heading outside.
Unfortunately you were twice unlucky with passing your driving test, so your reliable bike from 6 years ago would have to do.
She didnât live too far away luckily, but by the end of the ride you were sweating and panting. The books weighing you down massively.
You were ready to walk up the driveway when you were stopped by two huge gates blocking the driveway off. It was only at that moment that you looked up and saw just how huge her house was.
The driveway was longer than any youâve ever seen before, and the sheer amount of windows was insane to you. Having grown up in the same house your entire life, this was completely new to you.
You press the button on the gates and they open almost instantly. Like she was waiting for you.
You bike up the drive way before getting off of it at the door and walking up to the black front doors. They were almost double your height.
The bell rings as your finger hesitantly presses it. You hear a muffled âcomingâ before the door swings open seconds later.
Your eyes widen instantly. Sheâs wearing a cropped tshirt, grey sweatpants and a backwards baseball cap. She looks the most beautiful youâve ever seen her. Used to only seeing her in summer dresses or shirt and dress pants you donât know how to act.
âProfessorâ you nod as she opens the door wider to welcome you in.
âChristina. Please. Weâre not in college now.â She laughs, closing the door behind you. âWhereâs your car?â She questions, looking out of the window again, making sure sheâs definitely not seeing one.
âOh I donât drive. I cycleâ you hum, looking around at all of the decorations on the wall.
âRightâ she smiles awkwardly. âFollow me, weâre going to my office Iâve got stuff to show youâ
You slip your shoes off and follow her upstairs and into her office. Itâs bigger than you thought, a great big mahogany desk in the middle of the room. A leather office chair, two computers and a leather couch pushed against the wall on the other side. Itâs cozy.
âPull a chair up. Sit with meâ she orders, pointing at the chair opposite hers.
You drag it over until itâs next to hers, making sure to keep at least a little bit of distance between you both. When you sit, your knees are centimetres from touching, but itâs bearable. You can do that without blushing too hard.
âDid you bring your books?â You nod at her question, pulling them out of your bag and placing them on the desk in front of her.
âGood. I wanted to go over what you missed in class yesterday. It was important for your next essay.â You nod again. Trying to dwell on the fact that she knows.
âWe were learning about heat transfers and thermodynamics. Tell me, how important are those in space travel?â She explains before turning to you with a raised eyebrow.
âUh. Ve-very importantâ why are you stuttering? You scream at yourself in your head. Shut up, just talk normally.
She sighs, rubbing her temples. âObviously theyâre important. Canât you explain further? If you want to be an astronaut then you need to take this seriously. Staring at my arms doesnât helpâ
You choke on your spit and cough a few times before stopping and staring at her. âWhat?â
âI know. Every time I looked at you yesterday, you were doing it. Every time weâre in the lab you do it while Iâm picking heaving items up. Whatâs your problem with it?â She knows. Oh shit, she knows.
âI donât know. I- I uh- Iâm sorryâ you stutter again. Youâre genuinely lost for words.
âI mean Iâm not disgusted by it. Lots of younger girls do it to me. I was the first woman to circle the moon, Iâm used to being ogled by them. I just want your truth.â Her voice is soft now, like she genuinely understands you.
You shake your head a few times before deciding to just get it over with. âI just- youâre obviously a very attractive woman. I mean you take good care of yourself, you look amazing.â
âThank you for your honesty.â She nods back, sweetly. Covering your hand with her own. Her hand is a lot higher than yours, rough and calloused too.
âYou can feel them if you want?â she teases. Playfully flexing.
You chuckle awkwardly. Not knowing if sheâs joking with you or if she actually means it. But when she drags your hand to her bicep and encourages you to squeeze, you know sheâs being serious.
And wow. Her arms are impressive. Theyâre completely rock solid and theyâre bulging out of her sleeves. You gulp and retract your hand. âImpressiveâ you hum.
She laughs properly this time. âYouâre cute when you get all awkward like thatâ she adjusts herself in her seat, unintentionally bucking her hips up. Your mind immediately travels. âI wonder what her hips would look like with a strapâ no. Stop it. Sheâs your professor for fucks sake.
âSo do you have a boyfriend? Girlfriend?â She questions, nudging your shoulder at the last question.
Is this professional to be asking a student? You think to yourself. Fuck it, sheâs finally being nice to me and I canât turn her away.
You shake your head âlook at me. Do I look like I get anything?â You point at yourself and watch as she eyes you from head to toe.
âHonestly. Yeah. Youâre beautiful. I donât see why notâ
You freeze again. Is she flirting or is this just how she speaks to everyone?
Your answer is confirmed when she tucks some of your hair behind your ear that had fallen down your face.
âYou know. Sometimes when youâre not looking, I stare at you tooâ she speaks, tilting your chin up so youâre staring her in the face.
âI think about you a lotâ she continues.
âYouâre my professorâ you remind her.
âIâm also a human. Weâre both adults.â She cuts you off before you can carry on.
You sigh as her hand rounds your face. Her thumb traces your bottom lip, pulling it out from between your teeth. âDonât do thatâ she scolds.
She continues moving her thumb up until it rests at the edge of your bottom lip. Just one more movement and it would be in your mouth. You lean your head forward and take it into your mouth, sucking it in.
She gasps sharply, clearly not expecting you to do that.
âDirty girlâ she breathes out.
Your body viscerally reacts to the words. Almost pulling a moan out of you. She shoves her thumb deeper into your mouth, which very nearly makes you gag.
âGod look at you. So beautiful with my fingers in your mouthâ she whispers into your ear, beginning to press open mouthed kisses to your ear.
She stands suddenly, pulling her thumb out. She holds her hand out to you, pulling you to your feet. âBedroom. Nowâ is all that she says before sheâs dragging you down the hallway into a bigger bedroom. She shoves you harshly onto the bed, crawling onto your lap to pull your t-shirt off.
She reaches up to take her cap off, throwing it across the room somewhere.
âSo beautifulâ she murmurs. Running her fingers across your chest, pulling your bra down to play with your nipples. âSo responsive for meâ.
Your nipples harden in the cold and with the pressure of her pinching them. âPleaseâ you whisper, trying to grab her head to move her face. She takes your hand away and moves her face to yours.
She kisses you gently. Your teeth clash, but none of you react to it. She claims dominance immediately with a hand around your throat. It pulses as she kisses you, she squeezes then she lets go to let you breathe.
When she pulls back sheâs panting and her eyes are dark and lidded. She encourages you to lay down against the bed, gripping the waistband of both your jeans and panties. She pulls them both down at the same time and immediately groans at the sight.
âPerfect. God youâre so fucking wet for me. Look at it. Your pretty cunt so ready for me, isnât it?â She smirks, teasingly running her fingers around your thighs.
âPlease Christina.â You whine, grabbing the curls on the back of her head to move her face closer to your cunt.
âBad girlâ she tuts, easily resisting the grip on her head. She turns her face to your thighs, sinking her teeth into one inner thigh to leave a mark, and then to the other thigh. She does this a few more times until your whining and moaning is too much for her.
She licks your clit and preens at the way your hips buck up and your spine arches with a moan. âPlease. Again. Pleaseâ you moan.
She leans down again, wasting no time in flattening her tongue and pressing it against your clit again. She licks a broad stripe against you, moaning to herself at the way you taste, before bringing her pointer finger and middle finger up to your face simultaneously.
âSuckâ she commands between licks. You immediately take both fingers into your mouth, making them wet enough for them to enter you. She slides them out of your mouth after a few more seconds and slides them down until they press against your hole.
You grip her hair even tighter, pressing her nose against your cunt, practically using her face to grind yourself against while her two fingers enter you. They take no stretching, youâre wet enough for her that they slide right in.
âOh fuck. Please. Keep going. Thatâs it, Iâm so closeâ you babble, barely coherent as you continue grinding against her tongue and nose.
She keeps up her pace, moving her fingers forwards and backwards inside you, changing pace when she feels you clench around her two fingers.
When your thighs clamp around her head she sucks down on your clit, sending you into what might be the biggest orgasm of your entire life. You ride out your high, thighs still clamped around her head, and when youâre done you let her go.
She pulls her fingers out gently and brings them into her mouth to clean them. âYou taste fucking incredible.â She rasps out, taking her fingers out and wiping them on her pants.
Youâre panting laying in your back on her bed, still seeing stars when you feel the bed shift. You try and sit up but youâre pressed back down with a hand on your chest. âIâm just getting a wash cloth. Lay back downâ. She comes back a minute later with a wet wash cloth, she kneels between your thighs again and shushes you as she gently cleans you up.
When sheâs done she gets you a clean tshirt and some sweatpants from her drawer before helping you get dressed.
She climbs into bed behind you and encourages you to lay against her.
âSleep. When you wake up, you can shower and Iâll feed youâ she whispers into your shoulder blade, already playing with your hair to lull you to sleep.
Summary: In which you are the moon, and Christina is your astronaut.
The day of the launch was finally here.
The day you had all trained for, for three years. Hours and hours spent together, thousands of numbers and calculations, and the bond you had all created.
With some more than others.
So here you were, walking in a line, up stairs, in elevators, and finally across the path to the Orion. Passing all of the crew and the sea of supporters down on the ground as they cheer and shout to you.
The hand on your right shoulder felt even heavier than it had done on the practice runs, it squeezed you tightly as your footsteps faltered in anxiety. Christina, your comfort blanket throughout this all.
You took a deep breath in and fell back into step with Reid in front of you.
Avoiding the forbidden step in front of the aircraft, your right foot hit the metal step first, followed by your left. You were led by one of the mission controls into your seat, where your straps were thoroughly checked. Checked once, then twice, then three times by all different people.
This is it.
Youâre in now and thereâs no going back.
Christina settled into the seat next to you, going through the same checks. Your eyes met when the support had walked away, she gave you her usual bright smile and a thumbs up which involuntarily brought a chuckle out of you.
You had no time to dwell on anything, your instincts had kicked in immediately which caused you to start checking all of the screens and controls in front of you. The screen was flickering, the numbers rising and falling, the messages from the Mission Control and international space station were displayed in front of your eyes.
Soon after, the countdown sounded in your ears.
You couldnât even hear it, the blood pulsating through your head had blocked everything out.
One second you were staring at the crowd cheering and the blue skies, and ten seconds later you were thousands of miles in the air and seeing clouds.
It was only then you felt like youâd taken a breath since youâd left the house that morning.
5 hours later, you were all free roaming around the spacecraft. It was overwhelming at first, having 3 other peoples body parts passing over yours and constantly touching someone. But you all knew that after the ten days were over, youâd miss this feeling and having these people just a fingertip away.
Christina was a centimetre away next to you, fixing something with your camera. Youâd accidentally dropped it two days before flying out, and you hadnât been able to fix it. So Christina to the rescue.
When she was done, she handed it to you with a smile, intentionally keeping her hand on yours for longer than necessary. Something youâd later discover had sent all of your viewers into a complete spiral about it.
âHow you feeling?â She whispered to you, close enough so that the cameras and microphones couldnât pick it up.
It was your first time in space. Youâd fought for years to get your chance, now not only were you able to fly, but you were also the youngest person to ever travel around the moon.
âHonestly, I feel like Iâm dreaming. I just canât believe that weâre really here you know? Three years of training and this is it already.â You whisper back, completely zoned out staring at the wall in front of you. It was too much sometimes, your brain couldnât separate the thoughts, so everything hit you at once until you physically shut your brain off.
âYou get used to it after a while. Soon enough youâll discover how fun it is to make things float.â Christina laughs, pushing herself off of the wall to float to Reid.
She was right of course. Not even two days later, you were making your pen float in front of you while you were pressing buttons on the control panel.
After waking up to Pink Pony Club, and hearing Christina shouting about how theyâd cut it off before the chorus, you knew it was going to be a good day.
Having your camera up and running was the highlight of your entire trip. Youâd almost filled up an entire SD card already, just taking stupid selfies and pictures of everyone doing silly things. There was lots of Christina of course, her sleeping upside down like a bat, her laughing, her eating, her writing, her laughing again.
Your favourite of course was the one youâd taken hours after sheâd fixed your camera. She hadnât seen you take it, but it was perfect. She was looking out of the window at the Earth. You could only see the shadow of her face, but you could tell it was her. She looked in awe as she stared at the Earth. Talking to herself about how cool this was.
Youâd kept it to yourself, not sure if the world deserved to see such a beauty. The world tends to ruin beautiful things.
The Mission Control Centre had been in communication as much as possible, keeping you up to date with things like sports scores, new songs, and new world events.
Theyâd also told you the unfortunate news about your call with the president. Everyoneâs faces dropped significantly when it was announced over the aircraft. But with the millions of people watching at home, they were quickly schooled back to smiling and seemingly excited.
The call was painful and slow. Him talking about himself and how he thinks itâs amazing what weâre doing, but he soon goes back to himself after. Everyone just smiled and made a hand gesture before going silent. The call ends soon after, and everyone sighs in relief before going back to working.
âI canât believe they set us up like thatâ You sigh.
âWhat an asshole, canât believe weâre up here in space and all he thinks about is himselfâ Christina grumbles.
âI believe it.â Reid grumbles. Heâs the last man you wouldâve expected to give the cold shoulder to the president, but with things like that he obviously canât hold back his displeasure.
âSorry. Just need to-â is said before thereâs two hands on your hips, moving you aside while Christina grabs her tablet from behind you. She keeps her hands there to stabilise herself so she doesnât end up flying through to the other side of the spacecraft.
If it wasnât so oddly coloured in there, everyone and their mothers at home wouldâve picked up on how bright red you had blushed from that. But due to the pressure of your head, the blood was already there anyway.
You clear your throat, going back to fiddling with random buttons on your tablet.
Your relationship was confusing with Christina. You werenât together, but you also werenât not together. In the modern day, youâd call yourselves âfriends with benefitsâ but deep down you both knew you were much more than that. The kisses shared late at night when everyone else was asleep, the random dates and flowers being sent to your door âjust becauseâ.
She refused to talk about it too. Always finding a random excuse, or just kissing you to stop you talking. You knew it was because of the age gap. But sheâd never admit that.
It was late again. The cameras had finally turned off to allow you all to sleep, Reid and Victor quickly falling asleep after a day full of pretending and thinking.
You were restless as per usual. It wasnât uncommon for you to stay awake until early hours of the morning just thinking about life.
But tonight felt different.
Maybe it was because you were millions of miles away from your bed, or maybe it was because of the hazel eyes currently drilling holes into the back of your head.
âCanât sleep?â Was whispered into your ear, startling you so violently you thought your heart mightâve just left your body.
You sharply inhale before turning your head to the source of the voice.
âYou scared the life out of meâ
âSorry. Didnât really know how to approach you without scaring you.â
âItâs okay. Iâm just⊠thinkingâ you whisper cautiously, waiting for her response. She doesnât answer verbally, but her facial expressions tell all. Itâs never good when she furrows her eyebrows at something you say.
âThinking about what?â There it is. The one question you was hoping she wouldnât ask.
âUs.â You answer honestly.
Sheâs silent.
She heard you. You know that, but she doesnât say anything. She just breathes silently. Sheâs deep in thought now too.
You decide not to push it. You push yourself away though, to the other side of the Orion. Away from everyone else. If she needs space, then youâll give her space. As much as you possible can in this tiny area. You stop next to a window. Looking out at the planets surrounding you.
220 seconds later, she glides next to you again. Youâd counted the seconds, something you always did when you were overwhelmed and needed to distract yourself.
She settles comfortably next to you. Left shoulder touching your right shoulder.
âItâs beautiful. The view I mean. The Earth looks so peaceful from up here. You wouldnât even know the amount of battles and fights going on down there.â
She continues after realising youâre not answering her
âListen. I like you a lot. You know that. I know that. Iâm sorry if it makes you feel like I push you aside. I just⊠I want you to see it from my perspective. Weâre both in the spotlight completely right now. The first women to circle the moon and all that. I just- I want them to see us for that. Not because weâre romantically involved. I know I can ask you behind closed doors, but I donât like the idea of keeping you a secret. If I wanted to be your girlfriend, then Iâd ask you in confidence, and I will. Just- just give me until this is all over, okay? Can you do that for me?â
She completes that with tucking a strand of hair behind your right ear. âLet me see that faceâ you begrudgingly look at her, you know sheâs right. âthere she is. My beautiful girlâ she smiles.
You canât help but smile at her. She had a way with words and you were not immune to her charms.
âYou mean it? Youâll actually ask me?â The way your voice softens even more sends a pang through Christinaâs heart.
âI promise you. It will be the most thought out ask of my life. It will be extraordinary, Iâll make you feel like youâre the only girl in the world. Iâll make you feel like my moon. You know how much I love the moon.â
There it is. The phrase that completely turned your life around. My moon.
âSo no more sneaking around late at night and sneaking out of your room early the next morning?â You ask.
âYouâll sleep in my bed every night. Youâll leave when I leave in the morning. Weâll post pictures together, and Iâll be able to tell everyone about you.â She reassures gently, cradling your face between her two hands.
You laugh softly. âCan I kiss you just once? While weâre lit up by outer space? Thereâs no cameras and everyone else is asleepâ you list reasons, desperate to feel her lips on yours.
âI would be offended if you didnât use this as a chance to kiss meâ
Your lips meet in a soft kiss. Illuminated by the moon, the smooth skin of her lips meeting yours. You donât want this to ever end.
Sheâs finally yours. Your astronaut, and her moon.
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