“Cupcakes won’t help your case. I’m not forgiving you for the paperwork you buried me in thanks to Budapest,” Melinda warns. She’s still sorting out that mess. Budapest nearly drove Nick to drinking and at least that would’ve been fun if Melinda got to join.
This doesn’t deter Natasha from grinning (eerily like Clint) and setting the box down at her desk. “Special delivery. I baked them myself.”
“You’re a headache and general menace,” Melinda tells her.
“Shut up, I’m a delight,” Natasha retorts, sits down on her desk too, picks up one of the cupcakes she brought for Melinda and starts eating.
Not helping her case at all, Melinda thinks.
“Clint and Nick agree with me.”
“Clint can be bribed with woodwork. Nick loves me and so do you. So do Andrew and your mother.” Like that’s a valid argument.
(It is, but Melinda is not going to let her know that.)
“Not if you don’t get off my desk and let me work.”
Natasha being Natasha ignores that. “Laura’s hosting dinner and you’re going to be my date.”
“No.”
“I bought Clint new tools, so I’m definitely not missing the fireworks. C’mon it’ll be fun. Bet you another batch of cupcakes that Laura will chase him out of the house this time.”
Melinda glares at her, then leans back into her seat.
“Fine.” Only because dinner will be funny. And Nick will probably bring the good stuff. And Coulson will go off into another rant about food.
Natasha beams, leans in and kisses her, before hopping off her desk and walking off. “See you at Clint’s, darling.”
Spin For You (Like Your Favorite Records Used To) -- Natasha/Melinda Soulmates AU for Femslash February
Summary: With wheels up quickly approaching, Nat and Melinda steal a couple spare moments together. Soulmates AU
Rating: M
Also found at my AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/3341063
“You really think you can fly this thing?”
Melinda’s lips spread into a wide smile, turning her eyes to the woman standing just behind her. Nat Romanov wouldn’t be called nostalgic in any sense of the word by those who knew her, no one else but Melinda, of course, whose upper left rib cage burned with the familiar words. It’d been ten years since Romanov had come up to the pilot, Romanova then, after getting her orders to fly out to Kuwait. Melinda had never flown for her before, and Nat’s wariness had only been replaced with shock when Melinda had replied with a smirk--.
“Bet I can fly it smoother than you can.” She stood from her seat and ran light fingers down Nat’s right hip bone, leaning into kiss her gently. Their mouths slotted together with familiar ease, Nat’s tongue running slowly over Melinda’s bottom lip, the pilot opening up with a soft groan as she wrapped an arm around her waist.
“How long do you think you’ll all be out for?” Natasha asked quietly once they parted, voice soft enough for just Melinda to hear. One of the assassin’s hands found Melinda’s and squeezed it gently, bringing the pilot’s hand up to her cheek. May smiled and cupped the side of Natasha’s, her breath warming May’s skin.
“A few weeks at first, but we’re gonna land in D.C., check out the headquarters and show the rooks just what they’re getting into.”
“You let me know when and I’ll meet you there for as long as I can.”
“Wow,” Melinda gave a low whistle, smiling even as Nat closed her eyes to lean into her touch. “Natasha Romanov, making sentimental promises.”
“Shut up.” Nat popped an eye open, trying and failing to scowl. “I’m trying to be helpful and supportive.”
“I know,” Melinda promised, and she pulled Nat all the closer to her. The spy went soft against her, curvy body pressing up against Melinda’s and burying her head in her lover’s shoulder. She must’ve been exhausted, looking for comfort while she could get it. Melinda’s face buried in the fire curls of her soulmate’s hair, heart pounding all the harder with Natasha so close to her. Since the creation of the Avengers, the team having actually come together, they’d not been able to see one another near as often. This was simply another barrier between them, but work was work, and if anyone understood that then Natasha would.
“There’s still sometime before wheels up. Got a few hours before Coulson will even come up.” She’d made sure of it, and felt Nat tense up at the suggestion. She pulled her face from May’s neck and stared up at her from beneath her lashes.
“You wanna come see my room?”
Hardly half a moment passed before Nat agreed, letting herself be pulled away and out of the cockpit and towards her private room.
It didn't take more than a few minutes until they’d both stripped bare and Natasha’s body, warm and strong, perched above Melinda’s, her full lips sliding over the black words just over Melinda’s ribs. They were familiar as her own, and seemed to ignite with how close they were. Melinda shouted as Natasha’s mouth moved further down, tongue sliding between her nether lips and rolling the pilot’s clit gently as May keened above her. Melinda’s skilled fingers, the same that Natasha had watched dismantle a gun in half a minute, tangled in Nat’s red curls, air difficult to come by as the assassin made stars dance in front of her eyes.
“N-ng, Natasha,” May groaned and at that Nat slowly pressed a finger into May’s sex, hooking it just so that the pad of her well-trained finger rubbed against that sweet spot just beneath her navel. Melinda swore it was as though Nat had a manual to May’s own body, certain of each and every spot that would drive her over the edge. It never took long enough, that was for sure. With a second finger pressing inside, Nat sucked on May’s clit, making the pilot’s body arch and her body size as the orgasm shook her entire frame.
Nat’s fingers slowed, her lips moved to kiss the inside of Melinda’s thigh, and hummed with pleasure as Melinda’s fingers massaged where she’d tugged at Nat’s hair.
“You have it in for one more?” Natasha’s voice was soft, keen, looking up at her through her lashes. “I’m going to burn these memories into your mind so when you’re bored and everyone else is asleep you’ve got something to remember and keep you entertained.”
That made Melinda groan, hips bucking as Nat’s thumb brushed against May’s already swollen clit. Yes, she had it in for at least one more.
“I love you,” May gasped, her chest aching as a free hand held onto Nat’s, feeling their pulses race and thrive together. Natasha’s response was muffled, vibrating through May’s body, but she felt it with every inch of her being and grinned. Her return trip to D.C. couldn’t come soon enough.
Fever Dream -- Ladies of the MCU Orgy for Jessy's birthday
Summary: Girls night has never been so interesting.
Rating: E
AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/2038494
First time writing an orgy with all women, so I hope it sounds good! Thanks so much for reading, and surprise romanovasledger! Love you bby <3
Nat wasn’t sure when it started, or where it came from, but when she glanced over her vodka tonic to ask Jane something she was struck by the sight of her having been pulled onto Sif’s lap, the scientist and warrior goddess fused at the lips. The moans coming from Jane was making heat rise between Natasha’s thighs, and her pupils dilated as her breath came in shorter pants than before. She’d known the women had harbored something for one another since Jane had gone to Asgard, and though things between she and Thor and fizzled out she still stayed to work with the Avengers. Nat had just thought it was her interest in the bifrost that called Jane to wherever it was the Asgardians landed, and was glad to see it was something else altogether.
“Wow. That’s . . . about time you made a move on that,” Maria said from beside Natasha, her eyes widened and the flush in her cheeks having little to nothing to do with the liquor she’d just been sipping, leaning back in her chair as she watched the pair of them, Sif’s fingers tangling in Jane’s brown hair as she cradled the side of her face. The middle finger Jane pointed back at them made Pepper snort into her martini.
“Wait, how did you know about them before I did?” Natasha asked, staring at Maria in surprise. That wasn’t something that happened . . . ever. Save that one time with Fury, but that didn’t count. Nope. She took an enormous gulp of her drink as she watched Maria’s lips turn upwards, the woman’s blue eyes bright as she turned herself to face Natasha head on.
“What?” Nat asked after swallowing the liquid and staring at her. Her gaze was unnerving.
“Just pleased that I’ve at least got something up on you,” she said with a wink, flashing teeth as she worried at her bottom lip, taking another drink of her own liquor. They’d started having girls nights a month or so after Nat had gotten back from her solo mission of trying to find herself once more, and while the Avengers had all moved into the same tower, the men knew better than to stick around every other Thursday evening.
And if Nat had been eyeing Maria and Pepper and Melinda and . . . well, all of them since then that wasn’t exactly something she was about to come out and say just then. Even if she felt like Maria knew it anyway. Something about the way Maria’s eyes glowed as Nat stared at her, well. She licked her lips clean, tasting the lime that she’d squeezed into her drink, and after setting it down in front of her she shifted closer to her. One of her legs came in between Maria’s, feeling the same heat that Nat had been experiencing emanating off of her in waves.
“Really? You’ve got something on me?” She asked, voice a low hum as she looked up at Maria from beneath her eyelashes. Jane’s moans mingled with Sif’s own just in the background, and Nat watched as Maria’s breath caught in her throat.
“I do.” Maria countered, hefting her chin up an inch or so as Nat’s face stopped just inches before the once deputy Director. Though she’d been working for Stark for some time, the pair of them had kept in contact, and Nat was more glad of it then than she had been in some time.
“What could that be?” Nat asked, her eyes moving from Maria’s own to her lips. She wondered how they’d taste, how soft they were, and was just in the midst of trying to make up her mind about what to do when Maria closed the gap between the pair of them, all but bowling Nat over as their lips crashed against one anothers. Natasha moaned, Maria’s tongue thrust between her lips and teeth, allowing her to taste every inch of her mouth as the woman’s skilled hands roved up and down Nat’s body, sneaking up the hem of her skirt. From behind, Nat could feel lips moving to her throat, sucking and biting their way down her throat column. She recognized that perfume, having worked in close proximity with Pepper while trying to corral Stark, and gave a low whine from all the attention, Maria’s lips nearly swallowing the sound. Melinda, meanwhile, if the gasps and groans coming from across the room were to be believed, had joined in with Sif and Jane. Sure enough as Nat peeked over at the the group she found Jane sandwiched between the two women, Melinda working to undo the cocktail dress that she’d donned for that evening, Sif’s fingertips already disappearing between her thighs and into her slick, wet heat. The sight only made Nat all the more turned on, and she eagerly dipped her own hands into Maria’s slacks, pulling them down quickly. Pepper broke from Natasha’s throat when the spy shifted, moving down so that her lips could trace the swell of Maria’s hip bone with her lips, tongue, and teeth, the other two women kissing heavily before Nat dipped her lips into Maria’s slit. She tasted sweet, musky, and the heat felt perfectly alive on Natasha’s tongue. She moaned as she worked, swirling her tongue around Maria’s clit, grinning as she felt her once-superior shudder and convulse beneath her attentions, moaning wantonly at Natasha’s attentions. Two fingers of Natasha’s joined with her tongue, and she was so invested in what she was doing that she’d barely noticed when her own skirt was being slid upwards and a warm mouth was pressed against her cunt. The slick tongue thrusting into her made her shudder and groan, pulling away from Maria only to look back and grin as Melinda caught her gaze and winked. Good. This was good. She rolled her hips into Melinda’s motions, blood roaring in her ears, heart rate spiking. She couldn’t have asked for more, pleasure like glass cutting through her veins until she thought she would bleed out from all the pleasure, wrung like a sponge until there was nothing left to give.
Her first orgasm took her by surprise, stealing the air from her lungs as lights popped before her eyes, the trio having moved so that Nat was laying down with Maria straddling her face and Melinda pressing a strap on into her, Pepper having gone to collect a few of her own toys. She currently had Jane by the hair, licking long stripes down her throat as Sif and Jane rubbed their slick slits against one another, both whining and bucking their hips as quick as they could manage. Nat was amazed she wasn’t set alight by the sight alone, instead surging forward to pull Maria over the same edge that Nat had just plummeted over, her fingers tightening on the woman’s thighs which pillowed either side of her face. She snaked a thumb over to rub against Maria’s clit, and in no time the woman was sighing and screwing up her eyes, her whole body tensing over Natasha’s, grinding her hips downward until Nat wasn’t sure she could breathe. Didn’t think she wanted to. The gush of warmth in her mouth tasted like heaven, and with one last sigh of pleasure Maria pulled herself off of Natasha’s face, kissing her hard and licking off the slick that covered her lips and chin.
“Where’d you learn that?” Maria teased.
“Me.” Melinda smirked, pulling herself out of Natasha and running a slim finger up the length of Natasha’s slit, making the redhead shiver before the other spy pressed her finger into her mouth. “Berlin, right?”
“Yep,” Nat grinned, nodding vigorously, and pulling in Melinda for a kiss, deep, sharing the taste of Maria and herself with the dark haired woman. Between she and Maria, they managed to finagle May onto the ground. Nat was glad for the plush carpets Stark insisted on, and even more pleased that Pepper had come up with the idea to have girls night. Honestly, this was spectacular. Between Maria and herself, they took turns lapping at May’s slit, Nat swirling her tongue around Melinda’s clit as Maria thrust her tongue and fingers in tandem into the now heavily flushed and gasping woman. Natasha had seen Melinda break apart pure concrete with the very same fingers that were now buried deep in Nat’s hair, and Natasha allowed her head to be moved, though she was certain she knew what May liked just as much as she herself did. She came soon after Nat had started sucking on her clit, grazing her teeth ever so slightly over the bud to bring the woman to a shrieking climax. The other trio looked over in shocked, amazed that the usually so quiet and cautious spy could be so, well, loud, and Nat just grinned as she caught Peppers’ eye. Well, she was always up for round two if they were.
