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Back to working on my CNL piece and I’m already so much happier with it. Pausing to relearn basics was definitely the right choice. (Now I just have to not fuck it up as I add Laura haha)
A Laura/Clint/Natasha story. Written for the @polyship-exchange
Fandom: MCU
Rating: Teen
Word count: 3.2k
Excerpt:
It was Coulson who called, which should’ve given her a clue that things had gone very wrong.
He went for the jugular; there was no time to process anything after hello. “Laura, I regret to inform you that Agent Barton is M.I.A. and it’s been impossible to establish contact so far.”
A pit of despair opened at the bottom of her stomach. It was a struggle to stay standing as her knees buckled. Clint was missing—just missing. He could still be found. That made her ask for the only person who would be able to find a way out, “What about Romanoff?”
Coulson sighed. “They were together when the structure collapsed, Laura. They’re both missing, presumed dead by now. I’m very sorry for your loss.”
“I need to speak to Fury,” she asked. No, she demanded.
“He’s busy with the cleanup. Agencies tripping over each other for their missing people, yelling about those who got away —you know how it is.”
“Tell him—”
“Laura.” His tone made her pause. “There’s nothing left to do.”
Chapters: 1/6
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Black Widow (Movie 2021)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Clint Barton/Laura Barton/Natasha Romanov, Yelena Belova & Natasha Romanov
Characters: Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Yelena Belova, Clint Barton, Laura Barton
Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Polyamory, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, some sisterly bonding, Some crying, and a roadtrip!
Summary:
In a world where Civil War was simply a falling out of the Avengers, with no Siberia and certainly no Raft, the events of Black Widow end a little differently. Natasha takes Yelena on a road trip to Iowa and, in the process, tells the story of how her family came to be.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/6
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Black Widow (Movie 2021)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Clint Barton/Laura Barton/Natasha Romanov, Yelena Belova & Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, Laura Barton/Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton/Laura Barton
Characters: Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Yelena Belova, Clint Barton, Laura Barton
Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Polyamory, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, some sisterly bonding, Some crying, and a roadtrip!, mentions of:, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, Past Sexual Abuse, Implied/Referenced Dubious Consent
Summary:
In a world where Civil War was simply a falling out of the Avengers, with no Siberia and certainly no Raft, the events of Black Widow end a little differently. Natasha takes Yelena on a road trip to Iowa and, in the process, tells the story of how her family came to be.
Summary: 5 kisses and 1 hug that shaped Nat, Clint and Laura's relationship (A polyamourous love story told in 30 drabbles)
You can also find this fic on ao3 here.
One: Just work (CxN, lipstick)
It's just work. Nothing unusual. She has done the same countless times before.
It's the first time since she has defected to SHIELD though.
But it's still work. Right?
She and Barton are undercover. Usually, since they have been partnered together, he is her back-up, her eye in the sky, while she's on the ground. This time, he's at her side, playing her boyfriend.
The target's security almost made them, so Natasha has pushed Barton to the wall and kissed him passionately.
Just a diversion. PDAs make people uncomfortable.
It means nothing.
Why is her heart beating so fast then?
+
It's just work.
He can still taste her lipstick on his tongue.
It's just work, he tells himself, again and again.
He glances at her from the corner of his eye. Is he imagining her flush? It's probably the hot tropical weather coloring her pale cheeks, right?
The taste of her scarlet lipstick coats his mouth, overwhelms his sense of smell. Her kiss lingers in his whole system, he can't get the feeling of her soft, red lips out of his mind.
It's just work, yet he can't focus on the mission.
It's just work, that's what he'll tell Laura.
+
It was just work, Clint told her, and she believes him, she does.
Clint would never be unfaithful. She trusts him. She also trusts his new work partner, even if, when she checks Natasha's files, the girl's beauty makes Laura self-conscious and unsecure.
It was just work, she reminds herself when she catches Clint licking his lips, tasting a memory that is not her.
Just work, just work, the words echoes in her mind as she buys a new lipstick, as she's sitting at her vanity applying make-up.
It was just work but she needs to meet the other woman.
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Two: Not hers (CxL, wine)
Natasha is reclining lazily in her chair as she swirls the wine in her mouth, savouring the rich tannins of the Merlot she's sipping.
Despite her apparent casualness, she's diligently aware of every minute thing going on around her.
Sharon and Maria are bickering as usual, and Clint's smile isn't reaching his hawk's eyes. A brunette woman she doesn't know but that Clint recognises approaches them. Bright red lipstick paints her lips.
Clint greets her. They kiss.
The wine turns bitter in Natasha's mouth.
She's not surprised. She knew Clint wasn't hers to have and least of all to keep.
+
His lips linger a little longer than necessary on his wife's. The lipstick and the wine mingle together and taste strange. It makes his stomach twist.
The kiss feels like a profession of faith, somehow, a renewed declaration of his love for Laura. It shouldn't be necessary.
Yet it is, since sometime in the last few months, his heart has betrayed him, betrayed Laura and even Natasha.
It's not Natasha's fault; the guilt isn't hers to carry.
It's not Laura's fault either; the shame isn't hers to bear.
Those feelings are his burden and he has to live with them.
+
Laura sinks into the kiss hungrily, tasting the wine, chasing it like a thirsty drunkard. If she could she would devour Clint whole, to keep him within her forever.
Maria and Sharon whistle; Natasha—God, she's beautiful—smirks and introduces herself. Clint leaves his hand on Laura's thigh after she's seated.
The conversation flows easily and she finally relaxes. She has to admit she likes Natasha. There's something magnetic about her; you can't help but be snatched into her orbit.
Laura likes her and she'd even like if the other woman stayed around. But she knows the decision isn't hers to make.
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Three: Lucky (LxN, blood)
Natasha comes to tasting copper, hearing a heart monitor. She has survived an encounter with the Winter Soldier. Lucky her.
She blinks her eyes open and she barely registers Clint's and Laura's presence before feeling soft lips on hers.
Lately, Clint brought her to his home so often she's barely visited her own apartment. She got to know Laura better, to observe their family life. To yearn for a place in it.
Do they know how lucky they are?
Now there's soft lips on hers, blood on her tongue. She does what her heart desires; she kisses Laura back.
+
They are enjoying a rare kid-free day, spending it in New York shopping for Christmas presents while Laura's sister Bobbi is babysitting the little ones.
They should have known they wouldn't be so lucky there wouldn't be an emergency though.
Coulson calls and the Bartons hurries to the SHIELD med bay where Natasha is treated. She's so pale and so still his heart break at the sight, and surely something also snaps in Laura's because as soon as Nat opens her eyes, his wife is kissing his partner.
His heart soars.
He thinks he is a lucky bastard after all.
+
Laura's heart is on a roller-coaster, her blood is pumping loudly in her temples. The kiss tastes metalic; she doesn't know if it comes from Natasha's busted lip or Laura's own mouth. She might have chewed the inside of her cheek out of worry, or maybe cut her tongue while biting back on the avowal of love she's been holding for months now.
The kiss itself is certainly an admission. So is the way Natasha is responding. Is Laura this lucky that her feelings are reciprocated? What about Clint?
Her husband is laughing.
Natasha is smiling.
Could this really work?
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Four: Sticky hands (LxC, strawberry)
Her hands are sticky with blood.
They went home straight from the mission. There's no-one to follow them, they're all dead. Her head is buzzing; she's close to an adrenaline crash. This was a mistake.
Laura is standing in the kitchen, eerily beautiful, her lips red from the juice of the strawberry she's eating. Natasha's hands are still red with someone else's blood.
Her head is buzzing and her mind barely registers the news. Her hands are sticky with the blood of the men she killed today. She doesn't belong here.
She flees while Laura and Clint are kissing, celebrating.
+
He can already picture another set of little hands, sticky with paint, apple preserve or whatever icky thing kids can find in the yard. Another high-pitched laugh filling the house along the ones of their siblings.
He can't wait to share this with Natasha.
His happiness tastes like strawberry, his hope feels like a sunny day. He wants Nat to experience all this.
In his elation, he forgot Natasha still needs to be invited in, still doesn't trust her place in their family.
By the time he remembers, by the time his lips leave Laura's fruity ones, Natasha is gone.
+
Laura has always thought strawberries tasted like joy. Like good news. Like her husband's lips on hers. Now it tastes like a Nat-shaped hole in her life.
When Clint kisses her she's careful not to touch him with her sticky hands, knowing she could probably catch flies with the sugar left on them by the fruit juice. But then, she wishes she could catch Natasha before she leaves, that the sugary juice coating her palms could glue her lover to this home.
Laura's left with only prayers.
She'll name the baby Natasha, she decides. Maybe that'll bring her namesake home.
=====
Interlude: The Picture (no kiss, Avengers+Lila+Cooper POV)
Lila knows something's wrong.
Just like she knew something was wrong the day aliens invaded New York, or that time Daddy's and Auntie Nat's workplace went boom.
Something's wrong with Auntie Nat. That's why Lila is drawing pictures, to make her smile. Auntie Nat always smiles when Lila gives her something she made.
She drew a butterfly, then a horse and now she's finishing painting their family, but Mom says she has to say goodbye to everyone and get ready to go to bed. So she does and she gives Auntie Nat the drawing.
It's good to see her smile.
+
The moment Tony accepts that, yes, Clint is actually married to this woman, he starts trying to figure out how she factors in the Hawkeye-Blackwidow equation.
It turns out, a 10-years-old's drawing is as good as blueprints when it comes to understanding the Barton-Romanoff family.
It's kind of crude but he easily recognises Legolas and Mrs. Barton kissing a smiley Natasha's cheeks, with the Barton children bracketting the three adults.
Their relationship is clear as day.
He feels bad for his pal Brucie, but he guesses that, if you love two people at the same time, you can love three.
+
Natasha might be a world-class liar, but pictures don't lie. Nat's smile is on every walls of the house; Bruce can tell she belongs here.
However she seems to think differently, tells him she wants to leave all this behind, a family who loves her, to be with him.
But pictures don't lie and out of the mouths of babes and sucklings comes the truth. Lila's drawing paints a reality he can't ignore.
Still he hopes. What a fool!
The last conscious thought he has before a long time is she has chosen what she wants and it's not him.
+
Cooper doesn't mean to eavesdrop, yet he overhears them anyway.
He waits for the Hulk guy to leave to confront Auntie Nat. She looks upset but he doesn't care. He want to tell her how everyone is miserable, that they all miss her and love her. That she belongs with them.
He doesn't say any of that, he can't. Nothing comes past the threshold of his wobbly lips except 'You were supposed to love us!'
Then he stomps away and almost misses her 'I do'.
Later, when Lila starts painting, he tells her what to do. A reminder might help.
+
It's almost embarrassing how long it took him to figure it out.
Steve has always been confused about Clint and Nat's relationship, and then there is the thing with Banner. Natasha is often flirty, but that never means anything. She's different with them.
And now there's Laura thrown into the mix.
Slowly he puts the pieces together.
It's only after the battle of Novi-Grad that he has a chat with her about it.
He tells her about his life, about waiting too long, of being afraid of what other people think.
Love, he reminds her, doesn't have to be picture-perfect.
=====
Five: Where She Belongs (NxL, tomato sauce)
Natasha arrives while the kids are at school.
She's as discreet as a burlgar when she enters what used to be her home. Could it become hers once again?
Self-deprecating thoughts invade her mind. She didn't know what she wanted and that led her to destroy everything good she had. She's the only one to blame. She made her bed, now she has to lie in it.
She doesn't know where she belongs anymore.
Yet the house feels familiar, the same organised mess, the same noises, the same mouth-watering aromas coming from the kitchen.
She isn't the only one home.
+
Clint doesn't hear her entering. Maybe it's his hearing getting worse, maybe it's just Nat being Nat.
He has been making tomato sauce from scratch for the lasagna Laura asked for. His wife is resting her head lazily against his shoulder, tasting the sauce each time he asks for her opinion.
It feels good, feeding his family. At least, there's that.
He does hear Laura's sudden gasp, and his eyes, still as sharp as ever, can't miss the familiar silhouette of their girlfriend.
(Can he still call her that?)
Laura kisses her, welcomes her in open arms, where she belongs.
+
The worst part isn't the absence, but knowing that Natasha is miserable. Laura knows her self-imposed isolation is hurting her, that Nat needs to be in a place where she is loved; that's were she truly belongs.
Suddenly, the nape of her neck tickles. She turns and Natasha is there, looking like a timid mouse in the middle of the living room.
Laura has been waiting for Natasha's return since the moment she fled. She would have waited until her last breath.
She welcomes her with a kiss, tasting both Nat's love and Clint's tomato sauce at the same time.
=====
Six: New life (NxC, paint)
Sharing a can of red paint, Natasha is drawing poppies while Laura is coloring the tongues of a whole menagerie on the nursery's walls.
Clint is failing to put the crib together. He did it twice before, he says. He can do it again.
They're covered in paint at this point. Good thing this one isn't toxic because each kiss traded taste colorful.
Natasha lived many lives before, but the current one is certainly her favorite so far. She can't help feeling anxious though. Each new life has brought her pain sooner or later, why this one would be different?
+
Clint's attention keeps straying from his task toward the two women he loves. He can't help it, their gentle care for each other is magnetic.
It's a new chapter in their lives, especially for Nat. He fears she might run again if he doesn't do something about it. He and Laura have talked about it extensively, but sometimes spontaneity is what's best.
And, really, he can't help himself, he waited too long already.
With a random washer from the half-built crib in hand, he joins his wife and his partner and puts a knee down.
Time to make things permanent.
+
Laura loves Clint's spontaneity, but there're things Nat needs to hear.
It's not a ball and chains, they tell her, but a promise. A promise of a home, of an everlasting love, always.
Crying quietly, Nat just nods.
The washer isn't a ideal ersatz for an engagement ring, but what matters is the symbol.
As one, they embrace Nat. Clint kisses her. Laura nuzzled her ear gently.
It's a gamble, but Laura feels like it must be done. So she places Nat's hand on the new life she's carrying, asks her if she wants to be the mama.
Natasha sobs.
=====
+1: One last moment of happiness.
Their wedding is a small affair.
Natasha doesn't have any relatives in attendance and neither does Clint; Laura only have invited her sister and her aunt. The rest is comprised of the kids, naturally, and of friends, what is left of the Avengers included.
When she walks down the aisle, she's in awe by the picture of her two betrotheds at the altar. They're both bathed by the afternoon sun's glow; truly, they are a vision.
It feels like a dream, too good to be real. She doesn't want to wake up. She prays, please, one more moment of happiness.
+
He woke up shaking from a nightmare this morning. He doesn't want to believe in bad omens. He will only think of the glorious day ahead.
Nat and Laura are so breath-taking in white gowns that he barely remembers his vows. He hopes his dopey smile is enough to convey how happy he is.
Because he is happy; so happy, in fact, he can't even find Natasha's lips at the end of the ceremony and just hugs her instead.
He doesn't want this day to end. To the universe, he asks, please, just one more moment of this happiness.
+
She's wearing the dress from her first wedding, wanting to bind old memories with new ones.
While she's helping her with make-up, her sister asks her if she's sure she wants their aunt to read her her fortune today.
Laura could do without, but it's a family tradition. Beside, how different could it be from the first prediction?
Love, respect and plenty of surprises, her aunt has predicted back then. It certainly was that.
Maybe she should have reconsidered after all. Some truths aren't good to hear.
She'll savour this one last moment of happiness if it's all she'll have.
=====
Epilogue: Bedtime story.
It's a ritual. Each night, their youngest son asks for the same bedtime story, and each night they oblige.
It hurts, each night, it hurts, but it would be wrong if it didn't.
They tell him about a strong warrior, an idol with feet of clay. A fierce lover, a gentle mother. A lost child, a brave woman.
They tell him about a long road from past mistakes.
They tell him about a love story.
And it hurts, but it's also healing somehow.
So they keep telling him about his Mama, because that's the only way to keep Natasha alive.
=====
Epilogue bis: Three years.
It's been three years, though no time has passed for her.
Yet she can see the subtle changes. Clint's hearing aids. New lines on her spouses's faces. Faces she thought she'd never see again.
There's tears in their eyes when they see her. There's tears in her own eyes too. Their kisses are salty as they're crying with joy.
Three years has passed but she knows she still has a home to go back to.
She's been lucky to be given many second chances. She intends not to waste this one; the rest of her life will be about family.
+
It's been three years two months and seventeen days since he left Vormir a widower, when he gets the call from Banner.
At first he can't believe what he's told.
He passes the phone to Laura. She confirms he heard right.
They pack their suitcases, bring the kids along without telling them the news. They can tell something big is happening, but Clint can't announce that Nat has come back from the dead without having seen her with his own eyes.
She's there though. In the flesh. Alive.
Three years without her... He intends to never let her go again.
+
It's been three years since Clint came back to tell her Natasha wouldn't come home ever again. The universe proved him wrong.
It's been five years since she's last seen her wife, since she decided to firmly believe that one day they would be reunited. The universe proved her right.
Regardless of who's right or wrong, what's important is that Natasha is there now, with them.
She doesn't know what the future has in store for them. She doesn't care, doesn't want to know. All she desires is living in the present.
"What do you think, Laur?"
What Laura thought was that the old farmhouse would be perfect for a horror movie, but she wasn't going to say that. Not because she believed Clint Barton of all people couldn't take some harsh words, no, but because she knew that this car crash of a man always kept his promises. He'd bend over backwards with five broken ribs; visit old stomping grounds and owe favors to people he should never, ever, be talking to again, just so he could procure a better place for her.
So Laura uncrossed her arms and said, "We should check the wiring, too."
--
Laura, her cats, and the house she built.
WIP of the ClintNatLaura piece. I’ve had to pause working on it to reteach myself some fundamentals, but it honestly feels really nice to be creating again. (I’ve ended up with a pile of ideas tbh and if I can follow through with it all I want to do a whole series.)
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Clint Barton/Laura Barton/Natasha Romanov
Characters: Laura Barton, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel)
Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Developing Relationship, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, hey hey hey! guess what! it’s Laura’s turn!, how to date two secret agents and stay sane, clint ‘damsel in distress’ barton, Offscreen Kidnapping (Ends Happily)
Series: Part 3 of dancing with our hands tied
Summary:
“This is because Clint told S.H.I.E.L.D. that he’s your soulmate,” Laura realizes.
Natasha’s face does something complicated. “I’ll be back in three days.” She drops the gun into her bag. “Don’t talk about this with anyone.”
(or, Laura’s boyfriend gets along great with their newfound-soulmate-who’s-a-literal-assassin. Laura is having a harder time, especially because Natasha doesn’t seem to like her very much.)
Pairing: Clint Barton x Natasha Romanov x Laura Barton
Prompt: Clint/Laura/Natasha Polycule – Natasha was never expecting to end up in a polycule with her best friend and his wife… not like she’s been in love for years or anything, right? And certainly not right in time for the holidays
A/N: Set pre-avengers. All three of them are shield agents, no kids in the picture. Also, let's pretend I remembered to involve a holiday from the start of this
Word Count: 1.3k
Contains smut ---- Minors Do Not Interact
Natasha has no clue how she got here. Last January Clint introduced her to Laura Anders when they all got paired together for a mission. She’s gorgeous. So’s Clint, and Natasha kept quiet because she wasn’t ready to acknowledge that part of herself.
In June, Clint and Laura started dating and somehow she was jealous even though she had no right, as far as she was concerned, things didn’t change… sure Clint and Laura shared a bed now(sometimes, unfortunately, she heard through the walls. And sometimes fantasized) and would kiss… they still would all be together, nearly all the time. She still fell asleep on Clint’s lap with Laura’s head in hers, still helped stitch Laura up or got stitched up by her. (even when Laura didn’t really need to help her)(maybe especially then…)
And somehow all of that’s led to tonight, because she’s standing in a shoebox sized kitchen and Laura is beside her and Clint is sitting on the counter, Clint still in his tac suit and Laura in his pajama pants and Nat’s top, and Natasha is wearing a too-big shirt of Clint’s and not much else.
“You know… we should go back to that club, Tash,” Clint is rambling, and Laura’s arm is brushing hers. And she wants to kiss her. And Laura is closer than she needs to be, and Clint is doing that thing he does when he sees them together… it must just be Laura he’s looking at like that.
“Yeah, sure… Don’t you want to go just with Laura to that sort of place?”
This time, it’s Laura who laughs warmly.
“Where’d the fun be in that? We can all go together Tali”
That damn nickname. Tali. From Natalia. Only in the space of their shared apartment is anyone allowed to call her by her given name, let alone a nickname of it.
“You’d-”
“Oh. My. God. You are both just so dense sometimes-” And then Laura’s mouth is on hers, moving so Natasha’s hips are pressed to the counter and she’s reaching her hand into the redhead’s hair-
Natasha’s panicking, or she thinks she is, until Laura is pressed between Natasha and Clint, because Clint is kissing Laura’s neck now and he’s taking Natasha’s hand like he wants her and pressing desperate kisses from her palm to her elbow.
“Finally,” he mumbles, spinning so he and his girlfriend have Natasha between them. And it doesn’t freak her out. It feels safe. And nice. Laura’s kissing along the low-hanging collar and has her hands trailing lower. Clint is already slipping his hands to her ribcage, hugging her against him and she’s never felt this before. He’s taking care of her. She’s taking care of her.
Natasha flips around, kissing Clint just as desperately as Laura tugs at his clothes, parting her lips and curling into his warmth as she’s set on the counter.
“Is this okay?” he rasps out, detaching from her lips only to capture Laura’s in a searing kiss.
“God- yes, fuck… I need you,” she replies, helping Laura get his clothes off for a moment before all but ripping the other woman’s away
“Bedroom, now,” Laura gasps out, pulling Clint down to kiss him in a way Natasha has only ever dreamed of doing, until- “You too, Talia… Fuck, get over here”
She obeys in the only way she knows, pulling Laura into her arms and lifting her to where she needs her, stumbling into their bedroom – hers only has a single bed, and that’s quickly proving to be insufficient.
Natasha is fully expecting she’s going to top(or middle?), but Clint lays her off as he slips away her clothes with so much tenderness she wants to cry as Laura’s hands run over her and her scars, treating her like she’s some sort of goddess.
“I… do I-”
“Just let me know if it’s not okay, love,” Laura murmurs sweetly, kissing down her stomach. Clint’s careful, leaving a mark on her neck without saying much and hugging her closer to him.
“I love you,” he whispers. And she feels too good to panic, again
“I love you too,”
“I love both of you most,” Laura adds with a grin from where she’s reached Natasha’s inner thighs, kissing everywhere but where the redhead needs her – and she knows it.
Clint’s head dips down as his lips latch around Natasha’s nipple, sucking until Nat is arching off the bed – and Laura devilishly picks just then to suck on her clit as well, a string of Russian curses falling from her lips in pleasure as her hand knot’s in Laura’s hair, nudging her just there- fuck.
She could die now and be perfectly happy, it’s all so good… “More,” she breathes. “Clint… clint, please…”
“Please what?” He smirks a little and she curses him again, this time in English, and pulls him down by the throat. And he fucking whimpers.
“O-oh.. you like that?” she grins, and Laura smirks up at her, thrusting in two fingers to fuck her with as she slips in behind Clint to choke him lightly, his head falling back over her shoulder.
“Yes he does… don’t you, baby?”
He only makes a soft sound as Natasha’s nimble fingers finally tear away the last bits of cloth remaining, eyes raking over him appreciatively.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you, both of you.”
“I’ve dreamed of this too,” Laura agrees softly. “Go ahead, Tash… make yourself feel good”
“Fuck- please do,” he agrees as Laura kisses him, and Natasha smirks. She knows what to do from here, to please- “and do it how you want. Not for me.”
Right… her best friends, her lovers… they know her past. And they’re taking care of her through it… Laura moves to press her between them, holding her.
“Ours,” she purrs. “We’ll take care of you Natalia… just say the word.”
“You- you’d do that?”
“Tasha…” it’s Clint, this time, cradling her face in his hands. “This… you aren’t playing unicorn. We want you. I want you. I am so, so fucking in love with you- baby, I just want Natalia Romanova as someone I am allowed to love,” he whispers, kissing her. She’s tearing up, fuck.
But Laura kisses those tears away, slipping her hands up to cup her breasts. “I love you, I’ve loved you for months, Tali,” she purrs again. “Let me love you… worship you… Don’t think, Talia, just let us handle it all.”
“I love you too… Please… please, show me”
“We will,” Laura murmurs, kissing her neck. “So sweet for us… I love you, you’re so amazing”
The next morning when she wakes up, her body has been cleaned tenderly, and she’s still tucked between Laura and Clint, safe and sound and cocooned in soft blankets. It.. no, it wasn’t a dream… she didn’t imagine how she was pressed between her lovers as she was fucked more thoroughly than ever before, not a dream how Laura worshiped her body and how Clint did the same, suckling on her tits just the way that made her back arch up as she rode him solely for herself… her face between Laura’s legs wasn’t a dream, it wasn’t…
“Good morning, Tali,” Laura’s soft voice breaks into her thoughts, and a hand squeezes her closer. “You sleep okay?”
“Morning, dove,” she murmurs, accent even thicker from sleeping. “Yeah…”
“Merry christmas”
“Christmas?”
“That’s today… we just didn’t make plans, or I think do gifts…”
“You… I didn’t dream last night, right?”
Laura softens at that, cupping Nat’s cheek in her hand.
“No, baby, you didn’t…”
“So… you, you love me?”
“I do,” she smiles. “And so does Clint… we both do, so much.”
“But…”
“He’s an idiot and so are you and I was waiting on you two.”
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