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𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭

𝐀𝐫𝐜 𝐈 : 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐜𝐞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔 : 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧

Pairing : Hockey player Natasha Romanoff/Figure skater FemReader

Chapter : 6/13

Words : 8k

Warning : smut

Fic summary :

A disciplined figure skater and a cocky hockey prodigy could not seem to stop orbiting each other. They fall in love on the ice, fall apart off it, and might find their way back to each other years later...

⧗ 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐀𝐎𝟑

It's timeee, Nat and R's first time together. Genuinely edited this clse to 10 times, I was going INSANE lol

May 2nd

Avengers Academy

You lifted your hand in a small wave from the bleachers, fingers of your free one tucked deep into the sleeve of your sweater as you settled onto the cold bench.

Natasha was already on the ice, completely in her element.

She looked dangerous out there - loose and confident, lethal in the way she moved - like the rink already belonged to her just as much as she belonged to it. Her strides were smooth and powerful, effortless in a way that made your chest tighten despite yourself just from watching her skate.

You swallowed.

She was wearing her gear, nothing special, really, and somehow it made it worse. The way her toned shoulders rolled beneath the pads as she warmed-up her arms, the casual control in her hands, the easy grace with which she cut across the ice. Your eyes followed her without permission, and you felt it gather low in your stomach - that slow, traitorous warmth curling tighter the longer you watched.

You shifted in your seat, suddenly too aware of your own body.

Too aware that you were almost alone in the stands, having arrived far too early. No crowd yet, no noise to hide behind - just you, the ice, and the hockey team warming up. The kind of early only someone unreasonably dedicated... or entirely obsessed with her girlfriend - would show up for. While the people normally constituted would come later; ten minutes before the game started if they were a little crazy. But not almost half an hour before.

Natasha spotted you almost immediately.

She usually did.

Her gaze snapped to yours like a magnet locking into place, as if she had been waiting for you. Like the rest of the world had blurred the second she found you. A pleased grin curved at her lips, slow and unmistakable, as though seeing you there was the best part of the night.

Something warm bloomed in her chest, sharp and sudden. She loved when you watched her play.

Loved knowing you were there. For her.

Natasha’s smile lingered just a second longer before she turned back to the ice, hands tightening around her stick as she pushed off again. She skated closer to the boards during warm-ups, close enough that you could hear the scrape of her blades.

She eventually dropped into a stretch with deliberate ease, leaning one knee down onto the ice, her stick resting across her thighs as she rolled her shoulders.

She did not look at the ice.

She looked at you.

Her gaze was steady and unapologetic, her eyes dark with intent as she stretched slowly, unhurried, like she knew exactly how it looked from your angle. Like she was giving you a show and daring you to react.

Your breath hitched before you could stop it.

Heat crept up your neck and flushed across your face when you realized she was still watching. Her eyes flicked briefly to the way your fingers curled into the fabric of your sweater, the way your jaw tightened.

Her smirk deepened.

Natasha straightened, rolling her shoulders once more, then twirled her stick with lazy precision. She mouthed something you could not quite hear, nor decipher - but you knew it was for you. You knew those eyes. You knew the teasing tilt of her head said enough.

You glared back, mortified and flustered, and she laughed before pushing off again when one of her teammates passed her a puck.

She loved this.

Loved knowing she got under your skin. Loved knowing that for all your discipline, for all your control, she could still pull this reaction from you just by looking your way.

You forced yourself to breathe and then, before you knew it, warm-ups were over and the players moved into positions.

The noise of the rink swelled around you - skates biting into ice, sticks tapping, coaches’ voices calling out - but your focus never left her.

And then she was off.

You always thought Natasha skated like she was built for winning. Like she had never doubted herself for a single second. She was fast, precise and relentless. Tonight was the same. Every sharp turn, every burst of speed made your heart pound harder, your thighs pressed together without you meaning to, shoulders pulling in as if you could contain what she was doing to you just by sitting still.

You knew this version of her. You knew the arrogance, the confidence, the way she thrived under pressure. But it affected you just the same, because watching her now, knowing she would find you again the moment it was all over - your skin felt too tight, your thoughts unraveling despite all your discipline.

It was ridiculous, you could not help yourself these days.

You rubbed your hands together, restless, trying to bleed off the excess energy pooling inside you. You told yourself to focus even though it felt like you never stood a chance.

You failed. That was, until Natasha’s sister and her brunette friend - running late as usual - all but collapsed into the seat beside you.

Their banter took your mind off (mostly) unwelcoming thoughts for the rest of the game.

After the game, you found yourself waiting for her outside of the team's locker room, your fingers buzzing in anticipation, leftover energy you did not quite manage to shake. It had been like this for a while now. This restless anticipation, this quiet hum under your skin whenever you knew she was close.

You were not sure when it started. There had not been a moment you could point to. But something did happen, it must have - because nowadays it seemed like your body was always waiting for hers.

Burning, too.

You somehow lighten up on fire at the simplest of touches from her. It began small at first.

A pulse under your skin, a rhythm you kept trying to ignore, a warmth you dismissed.

Natasha would brush past you in the hallway and your breath would catch, like your body recognized her before your mind did. Her hand would settle on your lower back to guide you through crowded rooms, instinctive and protective, sending heat spiraling low in your stomach. You had learned to inhale slowly, carefully, like you could breathe your way out of it.

It was not new, not exactly. You had always reacted to her somehow. Her voice, her closeness, the way she looked at you like she was secretly trying to memorize every expression you made.

But this was different.

The realization crept up on you one afternoon. A slow, ordinary, harmless afternoon - the kind that was not supposed to change anything.

You were in her room, sprawled across her bed, legs tangled without thinking twice about it. Natasha was texting her friends while you were reading one of her books. The soft hum of her heater filled the silence.

You thought you were calm.

But then she was shifting, just a small movement at first, her thigh slid against yours as she eventually rolled onto her stomach to get more comfortable - and your entire body lit up like a fuse had been struck.

It was not nerves, not really.

It was warmth.

Heavy.

Insistent.

Your breath hitched quietly. You started hard at the page, and silently prayed, prayed, she did not notice.

But she did. Because, of course, she did.

"Hey," Natasha murmured, turning her head toward you. "You good?"

Her voice was warm, just a side of amused. But her eyes - those soft, careful eyes she reserved only for you - searched your face.

You nodded too fast.

"Yeah. Totally fine."

Natasha did not push. She hummed before reaching over and brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

The shiver that chased down your spine was sharp enough to steal your breath.

God. Your body wanted her.

Not vaguely. Not confusingly. Not in that flustered way you used to panic over before brushing off.

No, this was different.

This was want with a direction. With a purpose.

With her name written all over it.

This was your body leaning toward her before you realized you had moved.

You swallowed thickly and returned to your book as if the inked words could shield you from something this inevitable.

You tried to ignore it.

For days.

You blamed adrenaline. Training. Exams. Stress. Hormones. Anything that was not her - anything that was not whatever the hell she provoked when her lips lingered at your neck when she kissed you goodbye or goodnight, leaving behind a soft ache you carried with you long after she pulled away.

But then maybe the switch happened that day two weeks ago, when she defended you against Rumlow and his stupid friends. After all, you had known - immediately - that it had done unspeakable and irreversible things to you.

But... there was also that time last week as well... There was that stupid hoodie incident.

Natasha had pulled you into her arms from behind while you stood at your locker, face tucked into the curve of your neck, her breath warm and content against your skin. She had been wearing that deep green hoodie - the one she knew drove you insane, the one that made her eyes stand out, the one she let you borrow once the smell of her perfume lingered enough - like winter and comfort and her. Her. Her.

"Missed you." She had murmured, voice hoarse and yearning against your shoulder.

Your entire body liquefied. Your knees had nearly given out.

Heat pooled under your skin so fast you had almost dropped the books in your hand. Your fingers had trembled. You had to inhale slowly, deliberately, because your heartbeat had been pounding too wildly to do it on its own.

She did not even kiss you properly. Just a peck to the top of your head, arms loose and familiar around your waist. The ache that followed was almost unbearable.

And this morning. Gosh, this morning.

You had been in Natasha’s room again.

She sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed, braiding her hair for her upcoming game while talking about something Clint had said at lunch yesterday. You pretended to listen. Pretended you were not staring at her fingers, precise and elegant, wrists flexing with each twist of the braid.

You tried to drag your gaze away. You failed.

Her hands. Her shoulders. The exposed line of her throat. The curve of her smile when she caught you looking. Staring, more like.

Everything about her pulled at you now.

Not in a reckless way. Not in a panicked way. In a grounded way. In a ready way.

Natasha tossed the finished braid over her shoulder and crawled closer - slow, casual, blissfully unaware of the hurricane in your bloodstream.

"Kiss for good luck?"

You rolled your eyes, traitorous heat blooming in your cheeks.

"As if you needed any."

"You’re right," she grinned. "Kiss me anyway?"

But that was not even all.

Because you were always thinking about her too. One way or another.

And God, seeing her on the ice today was not helping the crazy flutters in your stomach. So yeah, something had happened at some point in time. And now, you were feeling useless around her. So, you needed to do something about it. And that sooner rather than later. Before you completely lost your mind.

Natasha stepped out of the locker room in her team hoodie, her bag was thrown over one shoulder. Her hair was damp and curling at her shoulders, a fresh bruise dark on the side of her jaw. But she lit up the moment she saw you.

She crossed the distance in a few long strides and wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you in like it was second nature.

"Hey, you." She murmured against your lips before kissing you right there in the hallway. Unbothered by lingering teammates, coaches, raised eyebrows of anyone passing by.

Natasha Romanoff did not care, not when it came to you.

"Mhm, hi," you laughed softly, pulling back just enough to look at her. Your fingers lifted to her face, concern softening your smile as you brushed the bruise on her jaw. "That could have been easily avoided, by the way."

She rolled her eyes, leaning into your touch with a quiet hum.

"It’s nothing. Just another day on the ice. And I scored right after."

The look you gave her made her smirk.

"What?" She teased. "You wanna kiss it better, printsessa?"

"You're an idiot, Natasha Romanoff." You whispered before shifting to press a small kiss on her jawline anyway.

Her eyes fluttered shut. Her arms slipped lower around your hips.

"And you’re beautiful," she murmured. "But, for the record," her smirk returned, full force. "I’m an idiot who still scored, so... worth it."

You shook your head, fingers slipping into hers as you tugged her away from the hallway.

"Come on. My place. You promised I could make you watch the series tonight. Also, your sister had to go but she insisted that I tell you to reply to her messages, or she’s going to break into your dorm room. Her words, not mine."

Natasha groaned, dramatic as ever - but she followed without resistance, that easy, content smile curling at her lips.

"So fucking annoying," she rolled her eyes fondly at your glare. "Yeah, okay, don’t look at me like that, I’ll text her alright."

She quickened her pace to fall in step beside you, squeezing your hand and threading your fingers together like they belonged there.

She liked to think they did.

⧗

You could not tear your eyes away from Natasha’s fingers as she licked the pizza sauce from them.

Your jaw tightened. Those angry flutters surged back, hot and restless in your lower stomach.

What the hell was wrong with you? Surely that was not supposed to turn you on as much as it was, right?

You shifted on your seat, forcing yourself to take a steady breath and act as if nothing happened.

Natasha noticed anyway.

She smirked at you, eyes glinting as she dragged her tongue slowly along her fingers, unhurried, deliberate - until they were clean.

"Something wrong, printsessa?" She asked, her voice low, rough, and entirely aware.

She leaned back against the couch, gaze roaming over you with open interest, tracking every small movement you failed to hide.

"You seem..." She drawled, raising an eyebrow. "Tense."

"I'm not." You groaned, playfully nudging her away with your feet as she stood and headed for the sink.

You pinched your lips together and looked away quickly - very intentionally not watching her backside - and busied yourself with the empty pizza box, folding it up, clearing the space.

"I just," you hesitated, then sighed in defeat. "I've been thinking lately." You admitted, lips threatening to pull into a smile.

You tried to sound and act casual. Tried to convince yourself it was not a big deal.

Because it was not.

It was just something people did.

Sometimes.

It was not a big deal.

Natasha hummed softly, watching you as she dried her hands on the kitchen towel. She folded it with care, hung it back on the rack, then leaned her hip against the counter, arms crossing loosely over her chest.

You almost shook your head, of course she had to show up her damn biceps right now.

At least the cold water running over your hands was helping you cool down. A little bit.

"Oh, yeah?" Her gaze stayed fixed on you, amused and curious. "About what?"

You moved back towards the couch, thinking over your words before turning around to face her. You drew a deep breath, standing straighter as you met her eyes.

Just like ripping out a bandage, right?

"I think I'm ready." You blurted out quietly, looking into her green eyes. Well, that was out now.

Then, steadier - because you were.

"I know I'm ready." You added, thinking about all the times the flutters in your stomach got too much today. Thinking about all the times you had to press your thighs together.

And just like that, the air shifted and a tension filled the room.

Natasha’s eyes darkened, her gaze sweeping over you as if recalibrating, catching the subtle change in your body language.

She slowly pushed off the counter and moved toward you, closing the distance as her eyes remained glued on you, sharp and observant all at once.

"Are you sure?" She whispered, pausing in front of you now. Close enough to reach out and touch, but she did not, yet. "I don’t want to rush you or anything."

"Yeah," you replied, smiling while looking at her sparkling green eyes. "I'm sure."

She watched you silently for a long moment. Something almost hungry flickered behind her gaze before her usual smirk made a comeback, lazy and dangerous.

She leaned in slightly so her breath could ghost your parted lips, her fingers brushing your hip in a touch so light it made your breath hitch.

"Yeah?" Her gaze dropped to your mouth. Her voice dipped lower, rough and teasing. "Alright, prove it then."

"Wh-prove it?" You repeated, frowning at her words.

Natasha grinned at your confusion, teeth flashing.

"Yeah," she tilted her head so her nose could bump yours, studying your reaction with open amusement and something deeper beneath it. "Prove it."

She stepped back suddenly, just out of reach, lifting her hands in a careless shrug.

"You say you're ready?" Natasha's smirk turned wicked now. "Show me."

And God, you always loved a challenge. You bit down your lower lip, taking in her expression.

"Okay," you huffed eventually, tongue absently running over your teeth as you looked around. You could not come up with anything bolder than grabbing the hem of your top and pulling it off in one swift move, so you did exactly that, leaving you in your bra in front of her. "I want you."

Natasha's eyes darkened immediately at the sight, her gaze slowly roaming over every newly bared expanse of your skin like she was savoring every second.

She took in every detail, from the way your chest rose and fell with every labored breath, to the flush of arousal already spreading across your face and down your neck, disappearing into your bra.

Natasha bit down her lip, her hands reaching for your hips to hold.

"Is that proof enough?" You chuckled albeit nervously, your arms wrapping around her neck, chest pressing against hers.

She let out a shaky breath as your body pressed flush against hers, hands gripping tighter to keep you close.

"Yes, that's more than enough." She murmured before capturing your lips in a kiss that burned all the way down to your toes.

You kissed her back eagerly, hands tugging on her hoodie as you guided you both to your bedroom, almost stumbling at the doorway.

Natasha chuckled against your lips, catching you easily when you stumbled and hoisted you up in her arms instead. She kicked the door shut behind her effortlessly, turning around to pin you against it instead, lips never leaving yours.

Her hands roamed freely now, touching and squeezing, claiming every inch of you she could reach.

"God..." She groaned softly, lips traveling down your neck. "You drive me insane."

"Ugh, Nat-" You sighed, head tilted back against the door, legs wrapped around her hips to keep yourself up as she pressed into you.

Natasha smiled against your skin, teeth scraping gently along the sensitive flesh of your neck before soothing it with a soft kiss.

"I know, baby." She murmured, hands slipping under your thighs to hold you tighter as she carried you toward the bed this time, never breaking contact once, she was not sure she could survive it. And fuck, as if you were not feeling hot enough as it was.

Her green eyes burned like fire when her back hit the mattress, with you still straddling her hips.

She smiled at you, chasing your lips before you gently pressed your hand against her sternum.

"Hm’wait, I want it off." You breathed out, tugging on her hoodie impatiently.

"So damn bossy..." Natasha teased in a strained tone, but she did not hesitate one more second. In a swift movement, she pulled off the fabric over her head and tossed it aside without care, eyes never leaving yours as her bra quickly followed.

And there she was, bare from the waist up, muscles taut and glistening faintly under the lightning. The small scars and bruises across her ribs caught shadows like secrets only half-told. Her skin was warm under your palms, toned muscles shifting with every movement as she held you against her.

"Happy?" She asked, running a slightly trembling hand up your back to unhook your bra. Letting it fall between you both like a decisive motion.

And then her hands were everywhere, touching and exploring like they had been waiting for this moment forever, until finally settling possessively on your lower back while her mouth locked with yours in another desperate kiss.

"Hm, yeah. I'm happy." You gasped between kisses, lips stretching into a smile against hers while your hands mapped her warm muscles.

Natasha exhaled sharply when your fingertips trailed over her abs then, her grip tightening on your hips to pull you closer.

She nipped at your lower lip, sucking it gently before pulling back just enough to meet your gaze, her face close to yours - her eyes dark and intense and staring into yours with a heady mixture of hunger and need that almost seemed to blaze in their hazel depths. It took your breath away. She did.

She always did.

"Good," she whispered roughly. "Because I plan on making you a lot happier tonight..." Her fingers skimmed the waistband of your pants teasingly while her lips trailed lower to wrap around an erected peak, sucking until your back arched into her touch.

You let out a moan, one hand gripping the hair at the base of her neck, while your hips instinctively grinded against hers, teeth sinking down your bottom lip as you stared down at her, helpless and dazed.

Her lips eventually moved to the other side, giving your other breast the same treatment, her palm holding the impossible softness of the familiar shape, her tongue lavishing the sensitive skin with attention until you were squirming against her.

Natasha lifted her head back up to meet your eyes once she was satisfied, lips wet and swollen.

"You make the prettiest noises, printsessa," she murmured huskily, running a thumb over your lower lip to tug it away from your teeth. "And I think I want to hear more now."

You nodded, shifting on her lap, your hips somehow moving on their own against hers.

Natasha let out a grunt, the sound more felt than heard, her hands gripping your waist tightly.

She could not hold back any longer.

Her lips crashed back against yours in a deep, desperate kiss while one hand slid down past the waistband of your pants to tease lower, until she was pressing two fingers against you, rubbing slow circles through the damp fabric just to hear that little whimper slip past your lips.

"More?" She asked huskily against your mouth.

"Y-yes." You exhaled, squeezing the nape of her neck as you looked into her dark eyes, cheeks flushed.

"Yeah? You’re still sure about this?" She whispered, her voice rough with desire and a small, tentative smirk playing on her lips. Her eyes darkened further with arousal as she watched how her touch affected you, already panting, and she had barely even gotten started.

Natasha leaned in, her tongue tracing the curve of your neck before biting lightly just below your ear.

"I can give you more," she murmured against your skin, her fingers still slowly rubbing against that wet patch of your panties, tauntingly slow. "So much more. I’ll give you everything you want." She breathed out, fingers finally hooking into the waistband of your pants, furrowing her brows in focus when it did not come off as easily as she would have liked, the angle not the easiest to work with.

You chuckled at her annoyed grunt, shifting to help her take your clothes off your legs, your breath catching in your throat as Natasha gently rolled you over, looking down at her hands as they slid down your bare legs, panties following soon after.

"You’re shaking." You pointed out, half surprised.

"I’m not." She replied, her mouth crashing onto yours in a new heated kiss full of hunger and unspoken fire.

You hummed into her mouth, gently pushing her away with a hand on her sternum to give her a look.

Natasha huffed out a laugh, palms spreading over your bare thighs.

"Okay, I might be shaking. A little," she admitted reluctantly, eyes never leaving yours. "It’s just... I want this so much."

"Are you saying you’re shaking because you want me so bad?" You replied teasingly, brushing the tip of your nose against her, your hands cupping her face to make sure her gaze stayed on yours.

"Yes," Natasha replied, leaning forward again to close the space you had just pushed open. "I want it to be perfect for you."

You exhaled at her words, locking your lips in a soft kiss, trying to convey what you were not able to say.

"I’ll say you’re doing pretty good so far," you murmured teasingly, bumping her nose with yours, lips ghosting hers. "I trust you, Nat."

You figured it was the right thing to say, because you immediately felt the difference in her breathing. And in her hands. She relaxed, licked her lips, and finally let her eyes drift downward.

"God, you’re beautiful." She whispered, a slight hitch in her breath as she took you in, naked and flushed.

Those green eyes drank you up as she ran her hands lightly up your thighs again.

"So soft." She exhaled, fingers continuing their path along your inner thigh, teasingly slow.

She leaned forward to press a kiss just above your sternum, her breath hot against your skin. She smiled against your heaving chest, looking up at you with darkened eyes when your hand rested above her stomach.

"Can you... take that off too?" You whispered, tugging on the waistband of her sweatpants in question, cheeks feeling impossibly hot as you looked back at her.

"So impatient." Natasha replied with a teasing smile, shifting up to her knees beside you.

She shimmied out of her sweatpants and boyshorts panties in one swift move, dropping them on the floor with the rest of her clothes before laying back down on top of you, her body molding against yours perfectly again, like a missing piece clicking back into place.

"Still happy, printsessa?" She said softly, hand tangling into your hair, her other absently mapping your curves.

You hummed, melting under her at the contact of your bare bodies pressed so tightly together.

"I told you to stop calling me that." You replied before closing your eyes as her lips locked with yours. She kissed you harder than you remembered her able to, like she could drown in you and not care, like she was actually looking forward to it.

You sighed into her mouth, wrapping your arms around her neck, body turning pliant into her hands as you fully relaxed.

"Oh, but you know how much I like calling you that." Natasha eventually murmured against your lips, a soft groan escaping her when she pressed her thigh between yours, arousal smearing over her skin.

She nipped at your bottom lip playfully before moving to kiss along the side of your neck again, hands roaming freely over your chest, your sides, your hips.

Her lips continued their journey down your chest, pressing open-mouthed kisses all the way down to your navel before stopping. Then, she lifted her head to meet your gaze.

"Wanna know what else I like?"

You gulped down, eyelids heavy as you shifted to stare down at her, lips slightly parted.

"W-what?"

She held your gaze as she shifted lower, hands pushing your thighs further apart to make space for her. She had you close but she wanted more.

Natasha's lips hovered over the patch of skin just below your belly button as she looked up at you from under her eyelashes, smirking slightly.

"You," she murmured, dropping a warm kiss to your pelvic bone. "And your noises. And scent." She added, kissing the jut of your hipbone before shifting lower again.

"I like that I'm the first one to be able to do this too," she breathed out against your inner thigh, playfully biting it until you squirmed under her, a low laugh escaping your lips. Natasha's lower stomach exploded, her lips trailing higher. "Like that a lot."

You held your breath but a high-pitched, surprised moan escaped your lips when Natasha's tongue suddenly licked your arousal. One of your hands gripped the bedsheets as your hips bucked up, wide eyes staring down at her as your limbs loosened.

"That's it, printsessa. Relax." She hummed quietly, keeping eye contact as she shifted her head further down, her nose brushing against the hood of your clit, teasing, so close and yet still so far.

"I've got you, detka," she assured, one of her arms wrapping around your lower stomach, holding you in place while her breath came out in a warm, steady exhale that made your skin break out in goosebumps. Her voice was a little muffled against you, but her words were still clear and heavy with promise as she guided your hand not gripping the bedsheets to the top of her head. "You can give me some pointers, you know." She winked, mouth already back between your thighs.

You groaned, fingers flexing reflexively on her scalp as your back slightly arched off the mattress.

"I-I don't know-" You gasped, already half under whatever spell she was using on you, all the warmth in your body boiling over and spreading through your veins.

"Just do what feels right..." She whispered, grinning against you until you looked back at her again. "Just relax, okay? I'll take care of you."

And with that, she went back to what she was doing, and this time, there was no more teasing. Her pace was slow but confident, tongue exploring, circling, licking. Her senses tuned on you, gauging your reaction to every move.

"Fuck, I might be addicted," she groaned against your folds, not even stopping to catch her breath. "S'good for me."

"Oh, shit-" You gasped, hips rolling into her clearly capable mouth, until her arm pinned you more firmly against the mattress when you accidentally bumped her nose too hard. But the groan she let out at the contact made your whole body jolt up. "Fuck, s-sorry!" You moaned, legs trembling around her head.

You free hand flexed around the bedsheets, gathering the fabric in your fist to hold as she forced waves of pleasure to rush through you.

Your head rolled back against the bed as your eyelids fluttered close, your lips parted to let out breathless moans Natasha somehow managed to still pull out of you.

She groaned again when your hips bucked - God, she loved it. She loved it all. Loved the way you responded to her, the noises spilling from your lips - it drove her crazy.

But she did not stop.

She pressed in closer and hummed against you as if encouraging for more. Always more. Her tongue moved faster now - long, purposeful strokes interspersed with teasing flicks over that sensitive bundle of nerves until your thighs trembled under the grip of her arm. The fingers tangled in her hair yanked just hard enough to make Natasha shudder against you.

Finally taking mercy on you, she slowly slipped in one finger inside right as she sealed her lips around your clit, sucking.

Her name tore from your throat then, a high-pitched wrecked thing you barely recognized at all, as everything burned, your walls clenching her digit as she slowly curled it.

"Oh, m-Nat, here. Here." You breathed out, fingers tightening on her scalp as your body tensed all over, your free hand gripped the arm that was draped over your hips for dear life.

Natasha moaned against you, her own thighs traitorously pressing together in response to the way your voice broke around her name.

She kept working, finger moving inside at an unrelenting pace as she felt your walls suck in her digits when she pulled away to slowly add another one. She continued lapping up everything that spilled over her tongue until every twitch of your hips became too much for you to bear.

Everything tightened for a few seconds before snapping apart entirely under waves crashing pleasure. It pulsed through your whole body until the tips of her fingers were buzzing.

You let it wash over you, take you far away in its movement. You let it melt your whole body into a puddle in the safety of your bed, of Natasha that was responsible for this. You welcomed it with parted lips and closed eyes.

Natasha groaned again as she felt the way your body spasmed around her, the way your body milked her fingers as if trying to keep every last sensation locked inside.

She pulled back eventually, letting you ride out the last of your orgasm while pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs, gently coaxing you back down to her.

Only when you whimpered lowly did she finally pull back completely, lips still glistening with wetness. Natasha wiped them absently with the back of hand before shifting up to hover your trembling body again, her eyes dark and hungry as they roamed over yours.

"Shit. You taste so good," she murmured roughly, breathing hard once she had finally pulled away completely, voice hoarse with awe as she crawled up over your still-shivering form to press a searing kiss against swollen lips. "You're perfect." She whispered into another slow kiss before pulling away just enough to meet your heavy-lidded gaze. One of her hands lazily brushed along your ribs that rose with each breath you took, her fingertips still slick from where they had been mere seconds ago. She did not seem to mind.

You hummed absently, lazily wrapping your arms around her shoulders before pressing your face into her neck, eyes still closed. You exhaled, teeth sinking into your lower lip.

The reality settled in then. In the corner of the safest place you had ever known, your brain caught up with everything.

Your fingers instinctively curled around her, grounding yourself, trying to process the strange ache of fullness inside your chest. The kind that whispered this was not casual. Not temporary. Not something you could shrug off in a few days or fold neatly into the rest of your memories.

Natasha had been your first and something had shifted.

Something had settled.

You had felt it, somewhere between the moment you whispered her name against her mouth and the way Natasha had paused - truly paused - just to search your eyes and make sure you meant it. You had felt it in the way she touched you like she was memorizing rather than claiming. You felt it in the way she held you now, with a tenderness so fierce it made your ribs tighten, one arm wrapping securely around your waist while the other slowly brushed back damp strands of hair from where they clung to your forehead.

Her lips pressed a slow kiss to the top of your head, a gesture so soft compared to everything that had just happened between you both moments ago.

You felt it all.

Like some invisible thread had been tied between the two of you. Not binding in a trapping way - no, never that - but binding in the way a vow usually feels.

A choice made with both hands open - sealed by breath and trust and trembling honesty.

It was not about this night. It was about what this night meant. To you. And to her.

She pressed a light kiss on your temple and there it was again. That feeling.

That tether. That bond. That quiet, fierce certainty curling through you like warm embers.

For so long, you had been afraid of letting someone get too close - afraid they would take something, or break something, or see something you were not ready to admit existed. You had feared the vulnerability more than the intimacy. You had feared the terrifying uncertainty and foreign aftermath.

But now... looking up into Natasha’s calm green eyes, her messy hair, her soft breath, her arm tightening around you - you felt none of that fear.

Only the strange, startling calm of belonging.

You belonged to yourself, yes. You always would. You fought for that. But now it felt like you gave Natasha the part of you that had never belonged to anyone.

And somehow, impossibly, wonderfully, she had given you hers in return. You were changed now. Not completely, not rewritten, but expanded.

Opened. Softened in places you had kept locked shut.

And then she laughed breathlessly into your hair, just pure joy and disbelief at having this with you. You blinked, getting out of your head as you looked back at her questioningly.

"You’re fucking killing me. You're stuck with me now," Natasha murmured quietly against your warm skin under her lips, her hand gently tracing nonsensical patterns along your spine that she could feel rise and fall under her touch as exhaustion caught up in your bliss. "Like it or not."

You hummed absently, shifting to be able to look up at her properly.

"Oh, yeah?" You whispered, eyebrows still raised suspiciously. You let your hands map her bare back before they reached for her face, your thumbs brushing over the smooth skin of her cheeks.

Natasha smiled, turning her head slightly to press a kiss to your palm. For some reason you could not even begin to understand, it made you want to cry.

"Yes." She agreed, looking down at you with a warmth in her eyes that made your stomach do little flips all over again.

She leaned in closer, so close that her nose brushed against yours before she pulled you in just enough to press another lingering kiss on your lips, slow and deep and perfect.

"I mean, there's just no way I'm ever letting you go after that. You looked like a goddamn goddess." Natasha whispered against your mouth, her lips stretching into a smile.

"A goddess," you huffed out a laugh, hands sliding along her sides. "Well, I know someone else who looked like a goddess while on the ice earlier today." You replied, smiling as you looked back at her, teeth sinking into your lower lip as you squeezed her thighs.

Natasha grinned, her eyes flashing playfully as she lowered herself closer to you, her forearms resting on either side of your head now.

"Oh, yeah?" She asked in a low, teasing drawl, shifting her weight slightly, knee slipping between yours in the process and pressing against your oversensitive folds. Her smirk widened at the resulting gasp that slipped from between your parted lips. "You were enjoying the view?" She whispered, leaning in close enough for her breath to ghost across your own parted lips.

"Huh uh..." You breathed out, shifting to press your own thigh between hers, your hands gripping her hips as you stared into her dark green eyes above you. "You looked so good." You whispered, pressing a series of light kisses along her sharp jawline, tongue darting out to tease the slightly bruised skin.

Natasha let out a sound that was half-groan and half-sigh at the way your leg shifted and pressed up against her. She leaned her head back, giving better access to the sensitive skin under her jaw that you were currently attacking, lips trailing along it before your teeth would lightly nibble along her pulse point again.

"You liked watching me play? Win?" She sighed softly, hips subconsciously rolling down once against your thigh, her breath catching as she easily slid over the muscle, her arousal smearing all over your skin. "Were you imagining me all sweaty and panting on top of you instead?" She whispered, smirking as she shifted to release a hoarse breath against your ear, her thigh pressing against your core.

"Fuck, Natasha-" You groaned, thighs squeezing around hers. "Who needs imagination right now?" You replied, your arm circling her back to pull her flush down on you, your heart missing a beat at the intoxicating skin-to-skin contact. Your free hand cupped the back of her neck as your hips bucked up.

Natasha groaned at your words, her body moving instinctually against yours, one hand pressing into the mattress beside your head for leverage while the other cupped your cheek as she pulled you closer.

Her lips found yours again in a messy kiss, open-mouthed and desperate as she rocked her hips down against yours, both of you moaning into each other’s mouths from friction alone. Natasha shifted and there it was, perfect.

So perfect it made her dizzy with that deep want all over again. She was not alone in it, and it was clear when she eventually pulled away just long enough to meet blown pupils staring back up at hers. She chuckled before dropping another bruising kiss onto your already swollen lips once more.

"I love you." She panted against your lips, mouth meeting once more.

You let Natasha swallow an obscene moan escaping from the back of your throat when her tongue slipped inside your mouth, giving you a faint taste of yourself. It was not long before you were reduced to a panting mess. You held onto her nape with one hand, the other gripping her firm back as your hips met her movements.

Natasha’s her fingers tightening their grip on your hip as she rolled hers faster, chasing that sweet, perfect friction.

"Fuck-come on, baby," she gasped between desperate kisses, her breath hot against your lips. "Give it to me again." She exhaled before trailing lower, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your breastbone before she wrapped her lips around your nipple while flexing her thigh, pressing it hard against you.

One of her hands slid lower until she grabbed your hip and encouraged the movements of your pelvis.

"Oh, shit. Nat, I can’t-" A moan left your lips as your chest heaved, stars exploding as you came against her thigh, your walls clenching around nothing. Your nails sunk into the back of her hair, pressing her face into your chest.

Natasha groaned against you, her eyes rolling as you tugged at her hair. She ground down against your thigh - joining you in your bliss soon enough. She let out a deep sigh against your sternum, settling on top of your body, warm and content, her lips stretching into a smile against the side of your breast.

Your hand fell from her hair as you sprawled onto the bedsheets, boneless and shaking slightly as you came down from your second climax of the night.

Natasha hummed softly, her lips trailing lazy kisses from your breast to your shoulder before she lifted her head to meet your gaze.

A satisfied, lopsided smirk took over her face as she admired your flushed cheeks and still gasping breaths.

"You good?" She breathed out, amusement glittering in her eyes as she leaned in to press a light kiss against your jaw.

You nodded absently, heavy eyelids fluttering to look up at her. Her hair was a mess, probably mostly because of you. You let your hand trace the dip of her collarbone before you slid it down her arm, palming her firm bicep until you eventually threaded your fingers through hers, giving her hand a light squeeze.

Natasha squeezed back gently, a lazy grin spreading across her face at the content, hazy look in your eyes that could rival her own.

"Good." She murmured, her thumb brushing gently across the back of your hand as she lifted it and pressed a soft kiss against the pulse point on your wrist.

"Tired you out, huh?" She smirked and shifted beside you, propping herself up on one elbow and resting her head in her hand. She watched you for a while, an affectionate expression glinting in her eyes. "You wanna take a shower?"

"No..." You mumbled, eyebrows furrowing as you shifted to press your face against her shoulder. "Why do you want me to move? I don't want to move at all." You grumbled, voice muffled against her skin.

Natasha let out a breathy laugh at the whiny tone of your voice, rolling her eyes in fond exasperation.

"Cause we're a little gross, baby. We need to clean up at some point." She teased lightly, pressing a kiss against the top of your head.

You sighed, lips turning downwards because, well... she had a point. And you knew it. But you were feeling way too warm to move right now.

"Just... five minutes...?" You replied, pleading eyes looking up at her.

Natasha rolled her eyes but agreed with a small nod.

She practically had to drag you into your bathroom around twenty minutes later, though.

You were clearly way too cranky for a shower so she settled on cleaning you up with a wet cloth while forcing you to drink a glass of water despite your protests that you were very much capable of doing those both things yourself.

Natasha sighed contentedly once you both slipped under the covers moments later. She snaked an arm around your neck, guiding the back of your head to rest against her shoulder as she watched your fingers absentmindedly play with her hand.

You traced her knuckles slowly, the pad of your index finger moving in lazy circles before brushing over her calloused fingertips. Every now and then, you pressed a soft kiss to the tip of one of her fingers, unhurried, reverent. You mapped the lines of her palm next, thumbs working gently into the knots you found there.

Natasha’s eyes fluttered shut as your fingers worked over the taut muscles of her hand, easing the tension out of her. A quiet sigh slipped from her lips.

"Mmh... you keep doing that, and I'm gonna fall asleep in, like... five seconds flat." She murmured quietly, cracking one eye open to glance down at you, a small smile tugging at her mouth.

You smiled softly and turned your hand so your fingers could lace together. Shifting, you rolled onto your stomach and looked down at her, the softness of her features stealing the breath from your lungs and melting your heart all over again.

Natasha exhaled softly, holding your gaze. There was a warmth in her green eyes that made your stomach flip. Her free hand lifted to cup your cheek, thumb brushing gently along your skin as if she were committing you to memory.

"So..." She whispered. There was something different in her voice - quieter, tender, like she had stumbled onto something fragile and important and was not sure how to touch it yet.

"So?" You replied, arching a brow, your joined hands resting over her heart.

Natasha swallowed, her thumb pausing where it had been tracing your cheekbone.

"So..." She murmured again, eyes flickering between yours. "How was it? For your first time." She whispered like a secret she had been holding onto forever but only just realized now was allowed to be said out loud at all. Her thumb brushed your lower lip before she let her hand fall down.

You shook your head, smiling down at her.

"Not so bad, yeah." You replied, your lips pinching together.

Natasha's eyes widened before a small huff escaped her lips.

"Not so bad?" She repeated, voice going up an octave. Her brows raised in mock offense. "Wow. And here I was, thinking I'd just rocked your world so hard to the point you wouldn't be able to walk for a day or two."

You smiled, pressing your forehead against hers briefly.

"Shut up," you whispered, smiling. "This was great. You were great. And you know it. Not that your ego needs the encouragement."

Natasha grinned and tugged you forward until you were straddling her lap.

She hummed as she shifted upright, tilting her head before ghosting a kiss along your jaw.

"I don’t think I quite achieved the status I'm looking for, then," she murmured, nudging her nose against yours. "But it's okay because I’m very willing to try again."

"Of course you are." You chuckled, looking down at her with a drowsy expression, one hand gently brushing her hair away from her face.

Natasha grinned, wrapping her arms around your waist, settling you closer.

"You know what they say," she whispered, warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. "Practice makes perfect."

She laughed softly at your exasperated look before her tone shifted again, quieter.

"But I'm curious about something, though," Natasha said, hands rubbing absentmindedly at your sides. "Since when have you been feeling ready?"

You shrugged, fingers tangling into her hair, thumb tracing the edge of her ear, following the cool curve of her piercings.

"I don’t know... a few weeks, maybe. We just never had the time. Something was always happening," you smiled, heat creeping into your cheeks. "Tonight worked, though," you hesitated, then added, softer, "Plus, you did look hot all afternoon. Might have helped, who knows?"

Her laugh was low and warm as she pulled you closer at the confession.

"And here I thought it was all about my hockey skills that had you looking like t-"

"Oh my God, shut up." You huffed, cupping her face and stealing the rest of the sentence with your mouth.

Natasha grinned against your lips but ultimately gave up on any witty response. Because, yeah, this was a much better use of her mouth, after all.

She hummed into the kiss, her hands gripping your hips tighter as she pulled you flush against her, craving to feel your skin against her once more. And then her tongue was in your mouth, and everything dissolved into heated, hungry gasps, moans and the quiet creak of the mattress as she rolled you on your back.

She nipped gently at your lower lip before soothing it with her tongue.

"Just admit it," she murmured, nuzzling one side of your neck before biting softly. "You're obsessed with me."

"You're ridiculous." You scoffed, narrowing your eyes at her while you wrapped your arms around her toned shoulders again.

Natasha smirked against your skin, her lips trailing lower along your collarbone now.

"Ridiculously good in bed, you mean," she countered smugly before pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the sensitive spot where neck met shoulder, drawing a low whimper from you instantly. "See?" She chuckled as she shifted further down to seal her lips around one nipple again, sucking lightly until it peaked under her tongue.

You huffed out a shaky laugh, pulling her away with a hand on her shoulder, cheeks flaring up.

"We need to sleep." You said, teeth sinking in your lower lip, hand cupping her cheek.

Natasha paused, then looked up at you. Her expression softened, her smirk fading into something warm.

"Bossy little thing," she teased fondly as she rolled onto her side and pulled you into her chest. She pressed a light kiss against your shoulder, humming against the soft skin. "I love you, you know?" She whispered, seemingly settling for the night.

You curled into her side effortlessly, your fingers easily threading together before resting over your chest, the pad of your thumb absently stroking her knuckles.

"I know, I love you," you replied, pressing your temple against her cheek, smiling to yourself. "And thank you..."

Natasha hummed sleepily, pulling you closer to her until you were fully tucked under her arm and pressed against her chest. Her free hand carded gently through your hair, her eyes falling shut.

"For what?" She mumbled, seemingly already half-asleep.

"For... tonight. And, well, for being you." You replied, eyes stinking from a brief second before you closed them as well.

Natasha cracked one eye open to look at you and shook her head.

"Don’t start inflating my ego now, you didn’t want to earlier," she mumbled, nudging your face away. "Now go to sleep, I’m tired."

You chuckled, swatting her hand away.

Natasha smiled at the sound.

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