Everything will be different now
Peter Parker/Natasha Romanoff
Peter doesn't want to believe what is happening. The first stage is always denial. He writes off his obsession with a hormonal surge. The guy does not cease to convince himself that he will still find his true love, because he is surrounded by quite beautiful girls of his age, and Peter himself is sure that he does it well (no)
Parker can only allow himself to fantasize, which however (as he thought) was enough for him. There were plenty of reasons to stay in the shadows. The most obvious of these was the age difference. He is 18, and she is 35. Yes, and reciprocity could not be counted on. A stately, intelligent, beautiful, and most importantly, a respected woman, and a teenager who cannot pacify his hormones. Completely different people. It's funny even to think about it. Parker understood this, and each time the awareness of reality cut him from the inside, delivering incredible pain and suffering.
Natasha had fiery red hair. It seemed that only by touching them, you could get a great burn. Romanoff was all fire, and Peter was a moth, spellbound by the fire. Knowing that he was going to certain death, he continued to fly.
Peter loved looking at Natasha. Sometimes she noticed it, but with a great desire to look away, Parker still did not do it. After all, if he averts his eyes, one gets the impression that he was caught for something obscene. For a while, it seemed to Peter that she appreciated his attention, and that is why, in response to his studying look, she gives a warm smile, which he forever imprints in his memory. If he wanted to, Peter could remember each of her smiles, each of which he appreciated and remembered. Parker smiles back at her, hoping that he does not look stupid. At first they silently look into each other's eyes and do not need extra words, such moments come when both want to be distracted from the madness around them, and they do this, finding comfort in each other's eyes. Peter appreciates every moment that slips into these, to some extent, "intimate" minutes for the guy himself. And then Natasha looks down at him, shifting her gaze again to the eyes studying her. Peter swears he saw her bite her lip lightly one day. And after the exchange of smiles, Natasha averted her eyes, as if there were no glances and smiles a second ago. These "glances" remained only between them. For Peter, such moments were intimate and carried a special value. But each time he was forced to instill in himself, contrary to his wishes, that this was their special friendly gesture, which was long overdue to become some kind of routine. But he could not deceive himself. These views turned him wildly. A pleasant feeling burned in his chest, just thinking about how he wanted to continue. But he still preferred his fantasies.
There is another way to get Peter's heart to do somersaults. During their gatherings in the Avengers Tower, Parker is always in his favorite place - on the left side of the sofa. Natasha always sits down next to him, tightly pressing shoulder to shoulder, as if deliberately embarrassing the guy, but the following moments make Peter's heart literally jump out of his chest. After a minute (if not less), she grabs Peter's hand, interlaces her fingers with his, and wraps her hands behind their backs. Peter starts to shake every time Romanoff does this. They did it all the time, but for Spidey it was like the first time. He tries not to squeeze her thin hand too tightly, although in his state it is difficult to control himself. But not too weak either. Peter starts to breathe more quickly, and can hardly contain himself not to stare at her, showing his indignation.
Natasha feels him trembling every time, but she never says anything, because she guesses that these moments mean something to Peter and she doesn't want to hurt him with her grin (although it was very difficult to restrain herself). But she could not do this to him, no one treated her so reverently and attentively. And of course this attitude flattered her. But the boy is only eighteen. She will not forgive herself if she "seduces" a boy who has recently become an adult. After all, it's not okay to try to please a boy who is 17 years younger than her. But Romanoff probed the possible ground with such casual but obvious gestures. And, God, how she liked to watch his reaction, how he got lost, but made every possible effort to seem more confident, not even realizing that Natasha saw him through. She took pleasure in first encouraging him, and then cutting off, not letting him really understand anything and pretend that she didn’t do anything. One day she allowed herself to bite her lip. Peter even glanced around to make sure the gesture was meant for him, and then fell into a stupor with realization. This time, Peter thought it would be more appropriate to look away this time. This amused her greatly. But the Spider did not make it clear whether the Spider was scared or simply did not expect such a sharp turn of events.
Usually Natasha understood what she wanted and always confidently walked towards the intended goal. But Peter ... he changed her mind. She didn't want to see anyone but herself next to Parker. Every time Romanoff saw the Spider, something warm and viscous spilled over her chest. An ordinary person would think that she was just a little nervous, but Natasha denied any thoughts of this nature. Would she be nervous? Never!
Peter became for Natasha a kind of weak point, an obsession.
One day changed the fate of both.
Peter spent his Saturday morning at his home in Queens. It was early March and that day turned out to be rather cloudy, and then huge dark clouds hung over the city, warning of imminent rain. On such days, I do not want to do anything, there comes some kind of apathy for everything. Peter liked to devote such days to watching movies or reading books. These activities somehow lifted my spirits.
But his idyll was broken only by one phone call.
"Peter!" Fury's voice came from the tube - "listen carefully, now we have a very important task, but I'm not calling you for this" - Peter was intrigued - "we don't need the whole Avengers, but Stark said that training for you will not be superfluous, so you I have to come to the base, we will leave you someone for training, and we are already flying out, so I recommend to hurry."
Before Peter had time to say anything in response, beeps were heard from the other side, announcing the end of the conversation. Peter dreamed of getting on some "top secret" assignment. He can't wait to prove himself. He wants to seem more responsible and adult than he really is, but it seems to him that no one takes him seriously (Even during telephone conversations). He wanted some kind of recognition. And each time, hoping for a serious assignment, he only gets training with Steve or, even worse, with Barnes, from whose hands it is impossible to get out alive. But it is useless to argue.
After a while, Peter was already entering the main hall, looking around such a familiar room. The interior was empty and Peter was about to turn around to search other rooms. But before he could do this, his eyes covered someone's palms. Not having time to understand anything, Peter turned sharply, brushing off other people's hands, and grabbing a potential "attacker" by the wrists. Imagine his surprise when he turned sharply and looked into Natasha's green eyes.
“What are you doing?” The redhead asked with a touch of irony. “It's just a joke, Peter.
“Sorry, reflex,” Peter justified himself, feeling a little guilty.
“Yes, I understand,” Natasha replied with a note of mockery. “Well, what do you propose to do?
“By training?” Parker answered with an obvious lack of understanding in his voice, not expecting such a question.
“Are you really doing everything Stark tells you?” Romanoff asked in surprise.
"Well ... I think it will be useful ... and ..." Not knowing what to say, Peter tried to continue.
“God, just don’t say that you’re afraid of the evil uncle Tony, who will come and scold us?” Natasha pouted her lower lip and raised her eyebrows. And then she could not restrain herself at all, she laughed.
Parker could not help smiling, realizing how funny and true it sounds.
“Why didn't you go with them?” Peter asked a question that had been of interest to him for a long time.
“They decided that I was too often involved in operations, and that I deserved to rest,” Mocking Fury, and raising her index finger, she lowered her voice and spoke just like him.
This made Peter laugh out loud. The resemblance to Fury is amazing.
“I've never heard so many jokes from you, only if during your quarrels with Mr. Stark.” Peter said.
“You just don't know me well, but you can take this wonderful opportunity and get to know me better,” said Romanoff a little more quietly, shifting her gaze to Peter's lips, but realizing what was said, she returned her gaze back to Parker's eyes.
With her phrase, she struck Peter on the spot. To be honest, Natasha herself did not expect this from herself, she was thrown into the cold from the realization of her words. But after that, the fear turned sharply into confidence. She began to slowly approach Peter with the thought of "now or never."
“Um ... Miss Romanoff?” Peter asked, clearly not expecting this turn of events. Of course, he dreamed about it from their first meeting, but now he was simply not ready.
“Peter,” Natasha is stretched out almost in a whisper, “Did you know that you are insanely beautiful?
Determined not to waste time, Red hugged Peter's face with her hands, stood on tiptoe and kissed Peter tenderly on the lips. She kissed without pressure, completely weightless, as if asking permission to continue.
"Umm ... Miss Romanoff ..." Peter began, but was interrupted by Natasha.
“No, no, no, now it's just Nat,” Romanoff muttered through half-closed lips.
"Uh ... yes, but I have to say something ..." Again, Peter does not have time to finish
“Not now ...” Natasha continued to whisper.
She was wildly hot until she looked into Peter's eyes. She saw fear there. Romanoff thought he wanted to stop her, but was afraid. Sweet excitement melted in my chest.
“What's the problem?” Romanoff asked, pulling back a little, although she understood that the problem was obvious, but it was worth asking.
“It's all ... it's all wrong, and I'm not sure ...” Stammering, Peter continued to come up with an excuse, not so much for Natasha as for himself.
"God, Peter Benjamin Parker! What's wrong with you? You dreamed about this more than anything else! What's your problem?" - one after another, thoughts flashed through the guy's head, forcing him to listen. Peter wanted to, but he was afraid. After all, he is an inexperienced teenager who simply has nothing to surprise her with. And the fear of being rejected and ridiculed became stronger than his desire. But Natasha interrupted his stormy stream of thoughts.
—Okay, I won't if you say that you don’t want me — Natasha challenged me — Come on, one phrase and Aunt Nat will no longer bother you — Natasha added, slightly dropping her eyelids, and directing her glassy gaze into Parker's eyes ...
Natasha didn't need an answer. She knew that the Spider would not resist her, and when he still admits defeat, it is only a matter of time.
Inside Parker, two feelings continued to struggle: fear and desperate desire. Fear kept saying that you shouldn't do things that you will regret for a very long time. But the desire, backed up by his dreams of this moment, insisted that trying is not torture and worth a try anyway. And at the end of this internal dilemma, Peter came to the conclusion: "If she insists on this, then she really wants it, which means she just needs to pull herself together, turn fear into confidence and act."
“You know I’ll never say that.” Peter replied, lighting up Nate with his bright and slightly nervous smile.
“I thought so.” Threw Romanoff before attacking Spider again. She felt his insecurity and wanted to help him relax as soon as possible.
This time their kiss was longer, more confident, deeper than the last time. Now their languages were fighting among themselves for primacy, but no one wanted to give up in this fight. Peter's hands went around Nat's waist and pulled her closer to him, as if Parker was afraid of losing her. A warm, pleasant feeling blossomed in my chest, because of it both felt themselves "in their place." For a second, Natasha allowed herself to pull back to get some air in her lungs, but Peter did not want to be ignored, even for such a short time. His hands went down to Romanoff's buttocks, squeezing them tighter, letting her know that Peter wasn’t the type to wait. In one sharp movement, Parker pulled her towards him, biting into her red lips. For a second, Peter was even amazed at his confidence, but decided not to waste time and move on, guided only by his instincts. Natasha smiled at him, and then continued to lick his palate and from time to time pull back her lower lip, thereby forcing the Spider to move towards her. Natasha's hands helped her in this, grabbing him by the hair and guiding him closer and closer to her. With a snap, Romanoff unzipped her latex suit, grabbing Peter's arm and placing it on her chest. The guy was not satisfied with the unzipped zipper and with this thought he pulled off the suit from her marble shoulders, and then completely exposing the whole body from the shoulders to the waist.
"It seems that the bolder, the better. Because I don't see any other explanation. Besides, she seems to be really happy, which means I'm doing everything right." - Parker's internal debate was not planned to stop.
They kissed passionately, with taste. These were magical moments, but Peter wanted to surprise Natasha, to make her really pleasant.
Captivated by this idea, Parker grabbed Romanoff and sat him on the counter, ridding his entire body of the latex suit.
“I didn't know what you can do,” Nat stretched out intrigued.
“I thought today was our discovery day.” Peter said with a grin.
Peter slowly went down to Natasha's thighs with his hands, picking up the elastic of his silk panties with his fingertips, getting rid of the interfering little thing. From desire between Natasha's thighs, everything burned, it seemed if Peter hesitated even a second, then she would just start dripping. Romanoff lowered her back to the table, propping her body up with her elbows so she could see Peter and his face. Parker gently spread Nat's legs, placing them on two high chairs on either side of him for added convenience.
Noticing the excess moisture in Natasha's crotch, he first bent down, parted the labia and began to lick every last drop. Each movement of his tongue, increasingly brushing her clitoris swollen with desire, made Natasha bend in an arc. She couldn't contain her moans escaping from her every time Peter changed his pace.
Then Parker abruptly pulled away from Natasha, leaving her dissatisfied, causing this to snort disapprovingly. Then Peter brought two fingers to Natasha's lips.
"Close." - Peter ordered imperiously.
Natasha did not object, she even liked that at least somewhere the role of the dominant was assigned not to her. She slowly opened her mouth, swallowing two fingers, and beginning to generously wet them with saliva, while she did not take her gaze from under half-closed eyelids from Peter's eyes. Parker even admired this picture for a few seconds. Natasha, lying on the table, completely belonging to him, licks his fingers without taking her lustful gaze from him. This sight awakened animal instincts in him. But Peter had to stop her. He wanted to see it through to the end.
“Enough!” Peter said, removing wet fingers from her mouth.
And now a new wave of vivid sensations rolled over her with renewed vigor, forcing her to moan more often and louder, while Peter abruptly entered her, picking up the pace. She prayed not to come in the first ten seconds. But it was not there, Peter put the thumb of his other hand to the girl's clitoris, starting to press on it, adjusting to the rhythm of the fingers, which caused a new barrage of groans that filled the entire room.
A couple more movements and Natasha's eyes roll up, her mouth opens, gasping for air, her back arches, and her hands rummage around the table in search of at least some support, but not finding anything they grab onto the edges of the table, almost tearing off the glass cover by the root. For another couple of seconds Natasha lies motionless, slowly coming to her senses. She realizes that she has never finished like this before. The redhead comes down from the table, wraps her arms around Peter's neck and whispers in his ear how much she loves him and how much she needs him. Then she feels his lips and bites into them with a kiss of gratitude. Then Natasha looks at her watch in horror and begins to dress convulsively.
“What is it, are you late somewhere?” Parker asked with undisguised surprise in his voice.
“Everyone will be back any minute, do you have any idea what will happen if they see us?” Natasha said, zipping up her zipper and putting her hair in order, thereby hiding all traces of their closeness.
Peter took a rag, wiped the table with it (to be sure)
When all the Avengers returned to the tower, they held some kind of urgent meeting, at which they discussed the details of the next mission. But neither Peter nor Natasha was interested in their discussions. They only continued to give each other their views, but both knew that now everything would be different.
