Book Lover

“Hey sweetheart.”

“My love!” You exclaimed, stretching your arms up to hug your girlfriend.  

“I’m all dirty,” she laughed, having just returned from a mission, but she hugged you back and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Mmm, ‘ve missed you.” You inhaled her scent, sweaty (and maybe bloody) but still your Natasha.

“I’ve missed you, too, lyubov moya, but I need to shower.”

“I’ll get some food ready, you can pick the movie later?” It was your routine whenever Natasha returned from a mission and needed to wind down. Food, movie, snuggles if needed. The relaxing routine she needed. And you never missed an opportunity to  

“I’d like that.” She gave you a soft smile and your heart melted. She reserved those smiles for you and you fell a little more in love every time.

You went to the kitchen and started making dinner for the two of you, putting on some music. You got so lost in making the food that you jumped when arms wrapped around you.  

You giggled at your scare and put a hand over hers. “You scared me.” Natasha hugged you tighter.

“You got your head stuck in the clouds again.”

“I guess I did. Now we gotta move, I have to finish making dinner.” You tugged her around the kitchen to finish getting dinner ready.  A thought struck you and you spun in your girlfriend’s arms to face her. “You need to pick a movie.”

“I’m busy.” 

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop your cheeks from lifting. “If you won’t do it, I will.”

“You have horrible taste.”

“Rude. And what’s wrong with the movies I pick?” you demanded, carefully (and awkwardly) serving the food onto your plates.

“They’re sappy.”

“You mean adorable and sometimes unrealistic!” She laughed against you. “Food’s ready, you have like, five seconds to pick a movie or I will.”

Knowing how serious you took movie watching, she rushed over to the TV to choose while you moved the plates to the coffee table and then your drinks. Natasha set up the movie and you settled into the couch together to watch.  

Later, as the credits were rolling, you looked at Natasha who, after a few moments, noticed your staring and gazed back at you.  

“You’re pretty.”  

Natasha rolled her eyes, but the corners of her mouth lifted slightly. “You need to go to bed.”

“Only if you come with me,” you bargained.

“Well, of course.”  

You stood up, but before you went to your bedroom you called out to your girlfriend. She turned back to you. “You forgot something.” You saw her eyebrows furrow and smiled. “You forgot to kiss me.”

“Then come here.”  

You stepped towards her and she brought your head towards hers to press her lips against yours. You broke the kiss when you couldn’t hold back your smile. Natasha looked fondly back at you.  

“Bed?”