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{Bruised meme} It was late and all Alexis wanted was a cold beer and a long soak in her tub. It would seem fate had other plans, more accurately Natasha Romanoff had other plans. Alexis had no idea how Natasha managed to find her apartment, let alone let herself in but that wasn't important right now. "What did you do this time?" Alexis sighed as she retrieved her medical kit and started to attend to Natasha's wounds. "We gotta stop meeting like this, people will talk."

Late it was, especially when Natasha had stumbled back after a mission bloody and bruised. No one had seen her since its completion, however that wasn't unusual so no one suspected a thing.  The mission had been long, frustrating, and painful. Men always got angry when they realized they had been outwitted by a woman. It tended to harm their egos. And that meant a fight. While she was talented, she was outnumbered. She did quite well considering most others wouldn't have held their own, let alone been strong enough to escape after. Unfortunately, while she thwarted their plans and got her information, she left with a few new souvenirs she wasn't planing on.

"Mission." Came the simple reply, delayed by her analysis of the situation. Natasha wanted to ask talk about what (Unless it was just that saying for the sake of humour) but that was interrupted as the medic began tending to the injuries. She sucked in a breath, holding it, reluctant to show the pain she felt. Not a great evening so far.

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Calves

The quieter moments between them are rare, but not uncommon. Reserved for hours between two and four when the city is winding down only to pick back up again. They're a mess of tangled limbs and sheets; the assassin letting the ex-agent claim the one pillow left on the bed because neither can be bothered to pick any of the others up off the floor. Alexis slumbers on as Megan stretches herself out along the woman's side, lips starting kisses at her shoulder, testing to see just how far she can make it before the woman's consciousness kicks in.

Megan's tongue is lavishing attention to a hip when fingers sink into her hair, causing her to laugh quietly before legs part to make room for her. A brow juts sharply over an eye as she looks up at the other woman, unable to help herself in lingering on her breasts and watching the way her nipples pebble without her having to touch them.

"You're gettin' ahead of yourself," she murmurs against damp skin. The scrape of her teeth earns her a gasp and slowly she pulls away to sit back between legs that spread wider in invitation. "Waaaay too ahead of yourself." 

Alexis sighs, exasperated, and moves to close her legs when Megan catches each ankle in a hand. Without a word she guides one foot to rest flat against the front of her shoulder, kissing the inside of her ankle slowly and dragging her lips north. The sound the action pulls out of the other woman is more than worth it

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"Megan," Alexis’s voice sounds as if she is pleading with the other woman. Despite her best intentions, she can feel tears prickle behind her eyes. She sniffs quietly. "I wouldn’t have trailed half way across the world for nothing."

"You can't count on me, Alexis. I may not be HYDRA but I'm by no means a good person." Somewhere far away the ex-agent's tone pulls at something she's long since buried. "What's your plan now that you found me, hm? We gonna go trackin' people down for answers?"

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"Ugh, not this again."

"You either want me to kiss you or you don’t. Make up your mind."

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"I'm always the one kissin' you, doc. Get your shit together."

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1. agressive kiss

They’re in the middle of an alleyway going to verbal blows. Alexis is screaming that there has to be a better way to about getting answers than beating people bloody. All Megan can do is stand back and watch the other woman pace back and forth, work it out of her system. Megan has to remind her that the world isn’t a happy place. That no amount of asking nicely resulted in the answers they needed being given just because the questions were posed politely. 

The fire in Alexis’s eyes proves just how out of her league she is. Megan knows that her heart is in the right place, but not in the right place for what they’re doing. It’s endearing, but there’s something about the anger that ebbs off of her that makes Megan’s pulse quicken. It’s a rude as shit response to have, but Megan’s never been anything but. 

Alexis advances and Megan’s quick to grab the woman close by the collar of her jacket, backing her up against the opposite wall with a glare. You wanted to tag along, she reminds her. You looked for me, she tacks on. All Alexis can do is glare at her in response, chest rising and falling rapidly in trying to catch her breath after the one sided yelling match. And it’s the following smartass remark that follows that has Megan surging forward.

It’s all lips, tongue, and teeth. There’s a growl that surfaces and it takes a moment for Megan to register that it hadn’t come from her, but from Alexis. When they come up for air they stare at one another and without a word the assassin pulls away, hands held up in surrender. A signal that if she wanted to go- this was her chance to do so.

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18. stomach kiss

There’s a lot of blood on their skin and thankfully a lot of it isn’t theirs. This isn’t something new to either of them: Megan was always the cause, Alexis always cleaning up the mess.

But this is the ex-agent’s first time in being the cause. 

And she’s in shock. 

The second they had stepped foot into the safe house Megan had to drag a nearly catatonic Alexis into the bathroom, manhandling her into the shower, clothes and all. The water that circled the drain crimson as Megan worked on pulling every article of clothing off the other woman, not bothering in wasting her words when she knew her questions would go unanswered. 

Everything gets tossed towards the opposite end of the shower with heavy plops because water has weighed everything down. With bar of soap in hand Megan began the task of lathering the other woman up, washing all physical evidence away as thoroughly as possible. On her knees she rinsed  Alexis’s legs, angling the woman’s body a little further under the spray. 

A touch to her hair made her look up, finding Alexis watching her with tears in her eyes. Megan rested her forehead against her thigh in silent apology before stretching up to brush kisses across her stomach.

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Megan’s showered and dressed in less than fifteen minutes since her alarm  went off. Alexis on the other hand is still sprawled across the bed, face buried in a pillow. With a smirk she nears the bed to push at the woman’s shoulder none too gently to spur her. “Get up.” 

When all she gets is a muttered response and limbs shifting every which way the hitwoman rolls her eyes, pulling on her shirt as long legs carried her back into the bathroom. The motel’s complimentary ice bucket full of cold tap water is what she returned with. There’s no warning issued as she pulled back the covers with enough force to yank them off the bed completely, dropping them to the floor as she simultaneously rotated her wrist to dump the water on the woman— who now is a flailing, sputtering mess.

"I didn’t stutter the first time."