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Natasha is a spy (Female Reader X Natasha Romanoff)
Summary: You're a lifeguard at a local county club, and life is boring until a hot blonde comes into your view. Little do you know she's here on business.
Word Count: 1.4K
Content: Fliritng, Pining, Natasha kills, Fluff,
Shameless.
You were as you stared at the newest and hottest person you had ever laid your eyes on. You didn't know who she was or where she came from.
But suddenly, your summer job as a lifeguard at the country club to help put you through college was paying off tenfold!
A short, older (milf) blonde-haired woman laid in her pool chair for the fourth straight time this week. She had a golden look to her naturally white skin that made you sweat more than the sun beating down on you in your red one-piece swimsuit.
The blonde laid out in her floral print two-piece suit. Well, you imagined the top was matching floral, but the woman always wore a white shirt over herself. Bringing a bit of sadness to your eyes but letting your imagination run wild.
Yes, you already know you shouldn't be thinking this way or darting your eyes over to the stunning woman in the blue sunglasses this many times in a shift, but you're human. And she's a goddess. So 2+2, ya know?
Plus, it's not like any rich spoiled brat named Warren Worthington the Third was drowning anytime soon.
He had squirted you many times with a water gun since the start of the summer; however, whether the goddess was in your presence or not, you weren't sure you would save him.
Anyways...
"Can I help you?" The soft, raspy voice of the blonde goddess breaks up the thought of the little twirp drowning. Your eyes had been directed at her as your mind drifted.
"We're now on day four, and you're not going to say anything?" She teased.
You dropped your mouth in shock at the fact that she had her head pointed at you and was speaking to you. Did you die, and you didn't realize it? Oh my god were Peter and Ned right? Is this a simulation?
"I- uh-" You couldn't formulate anything. The blonde lowered her sunglasses, showing you her pretty green orbs called eyes. She smirked after you still didn't respond. "Thought so." She lowered her head back down and lifted her sunglasses back up.
Once again, this left you stunned.
When you come back to earth, you finally manage words. "I- I didn't realize you wanted me to say-"
"No." She interrupts you with a smile. Her eyes closed under her sunglasses. "You didn't realize I was paying attention." This was true. You pulled your lips into a flat smile and felt a flush of embarrassment wash over you. "I- uh, you're- you're right." You sheepishly looked to the pool to see everyone still safe and sound.
"I always am." You hear the blonde speak up to your left before a minute that feels like ten goes by when you turn towards her again. "Always right, huh?" You manage to say it with more confidence than you internally have.
The blonde opens her eyes and looks towards you. "Oh, it looks like someone found their voice, after all." She smirked and lifted herself onto her arms on the flat summer chair. Her clothed breast giving a little bounce at the action, making you gulp before words find you. "Y-yeah." You said with a wavering voice.
The blonde laughed. "Maybe I spoke too soon."
The more she talked, the longer you never wanted her to stop. So, as she went to lay down again, you spoke up. "What's your name?"
The blond tilted her head slightly. You still didn't deserve to see her eyes again, but the action of her staring under the frames at you again and again was intimidating.
And hot. And sexy.
Did I say intimidating?
"What's yours?" The blonde asked even though completely unaware to you she actually knew your name. Parents name. Social security number. Everything about you.
And as you would come to find out sometime in the future, the blonde wasn't on a mission for you. It just made her feel safer knowing the identities of everyone around her. Even if she was catching a dip at the country club her target was or wasn't at.
You smiled as she spoke to you and thoroughly answered her even though you asked first. "Y/n." You said.
The blonde smiled and lifted her sunglasses to the top of her head. Her green eyes once again shining on you. "Natalie." She spoke. "Natalie." You repeated under your breath before looking out to the pool.
Yep, no one's drowning.
"That's a beautiful name." You said once you looked back at her. "Thanks," Natalie replied as she lifted the corners of her mouth and scrunched her face.
Fuck she was hot AND cute.
Meanwhile, Natalie, aka Natasha Romanoff, was scanning her eyes quickly over you for the hundredth time. She, too, thought you were cute, and including your mannerisms and how nervous you were was a weakness for attraction for someone like Natasha.
She enjoyed it a lot.
"So... what brings you by?" You asked earnestly, making the blonde laugh. "Seriously?" She replied back. "You might as well ask me if I 'come here often?'" Natalie had a point earning a sigh from you. "This isn't your first time flirting, is it?" Natasha then asked as she couldn't stop herself from teasing.
"That's not what I'm doing!" You exclaimed as if you could flirt this bad. Or good? Okay, so maybe it has been a while...
Natalie laughed. "Clearly." She leaned back in her chair. "But I'm here on business." The blonde finally answered you.
You looked at her tan skin and swimwear. "Some business." You chuckle with a little more confidence soaring through you as the pretty milf talked to you more and more.
Natalie looked down at her outfit. "Please. As if you don't mind that, this is my 'business' outfit. Remember, I've seen you staring." Natalie said with some pointed sass with a smile.
She knew how she looked in it.
You huffed. "Okay, yes, but you can't blame me." Natalie lightly laughed as she looked at you. Your gaze focuses on a group of spoiled teens entering the pool. "I never said I did."
You shook your head as you looked back to Natalie. "So, are you like an expert in flirting and being charming as hell?" The words fell from your mouth faster than you could stop them.
Natasha smiled. She loved it.
"That's not the only thing I'm an expert in," Natalie said as she stood up from her lounge chair and walked closer to your post.
Natasha's target had walked through the pool club doors.
Your eyes roamed Natalie as she stood next to you. Your eyes find hers once she brings them to your face. "What else are you an expert in?" You asked noticeably quieter.
Natalie looks at you. Her green eyes look over your lips and nose before stopping at your eyes. "James Bond trivia." She then smiles as you do the same before laughing.
"Oh, come on."
"What? It's true!" Natalie said as Natasha quickly noted the number of undercover guards around her target. Childs play honestly.
"Then I guess I'll have to take your word for it." You looked around the pool as Natalie stepped closer. "Yeah, you could do that..." Natasha doesn't know what came over her between her diving into the pool and this moment.
If you asked Nick Fury, it was a lapse of judgment and rules of engagement.
On the flip side, if you asked Laura Barton, she would tell you that Natasha needed to get laid.
"...Or you could come visit me tonight and see what else I might be an expert in. Maybe I could teach you some things."
Those words hit you like a horny ton of bricks. So much so that when you remember to breathe, Natalie is across the pool, rising out of the water in her wet white t-shirt with her swimsuit top bleeding through. She's gorgeous, and as she ascends to her feet, she looks back at you with a wink before being led to an older, important-looking man.
Her target.
Oh, she was definitely going to teach you some things, and none of them were about James Bond trivia or how the older man she spoke to that day went missing two days later.
So yes, shameless you were as you swiped through the pictures of Natalie that she saved on your phone after your night together, just as Warren Worthington the Third slipped under the water.
Don't worry, he survived.
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Before entering the beach area, beach security personnel will most likely prohibit you from bringing glass items onto the beach. So be sure to bring your glass-blowing kit so that you can make your own glass items once you’ve selected your spot on the beach.
It can be dangerous to bring alcohol to the beach, and is more than likely prohibited. Instead, get really drunk before driving to the beach.
It’s perfectly fine to pee in the ocean; beach porta-potties were designed exclusively for romantic teenage interludes.
Make sure that at least one member of your party is familiar with CPR procedures, and that another is familiar with what to do when you accidentally drop your bag of weed into the ocean.
Instead of risking food poisoning from the hot dogs and other similar items sold at the beach snack store, bring your own hot dogs, which have been floating in lukewarm ice-chest water for most of the four hour car ride to the beach, and are probably just fine.
Urinating on someone who has been stung by a jelly fish doesn’t actually work, and is actually an urban legend. So if you’re really hankering to pee on someone, you’re going to have to seriously up your game.
Remember, you’re supposed to wait half an hour after eating before attempting to swim; although if you do get a cramp, your parents might decide to pack up and leave early, so maybe go ahead and go for it.
Be sure to bring a good-sized bottle of sunscreen. Even though you’ll no doubt forget to use it, the bottle can later be used to fend off the huge sand-crabs that have taken an interest in your pita bread and cheese dip.
Getting buried up to your neck with beach sand can be a lot of fun, but be sure that your recent bout with diarrhea has definitely passed.
If the lifeguard station is less than twenty feet away from the margarita stand, be sure and pack a life preserver.
No horseplay in the ocean! Do you know how many people drown every year because the weight of the saddle quickly sends them plummeting to the ocean floor? Just don’t do it.
Sticking around for an evening of beach entertainment? Many beaches have events such as bands and fireworks, which is a great time to sneak around and steal the valuables of other beachgoers.
Be sure not to get overheated. The best way to ensure this is by staying home and napping through a marathon of Everybody Loves Raymond.
Truly Terrible Summer Beach Tips was originally published on Weekly Humorist
