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You sighed as you scrolled through another meaningless video. Till your thumb hovered over the screen for a second, your eyebrows furrow in interest as you sat up a bit straighter. A Tiktok trend of showing your heels off for the camera, this peaked your interest as you thought of doing this yourself.

Maybe you'd get her attention this way.

It's dangerous, you knew it. You'd get punished for it but it's her fault for being in meetings all day. Besides, it's a harmless Tiktok trend. What could possibly go wrong?

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In your bedroom, you stood in front of the mirror with the first pair of heels on, a black pair of ankle strap d'ossay.

The heel itself is thin, a thin black strap wraps around your ankle perfectly as your foot sat comfortably in the shoe.

You set your phone up properly against the shelf on the floor, the camera entirely centered on your feet in the heels.

You click the record button and the music starts playing along as you show off the shoes, even posing a strut to emphasise the heel.

You pause the video, and look back at the footage. Perfect. A smile falls on your face as you become excited to try on the next pair. A pair t-bar heels.

The heels sat beautifully, a thin black strap around your ankle and a strap in the middle of your foot to form a 'T'.

You set your phone up the same as last, and hit the record button. Your confidence is high as you strut in the heels even doing a turn to show the back of the heels, getting the length of your calves in the frame. The video is paused as you prepare to watch the footage back, your calves look great in the lighting, the heels compliment your feet perfectly as it fits snuggly.

The last pair of heels were the cliché black stiletto heels, a thin heel and platform with a smooth red bottom.

You look powerful.

The camera is set up, the music is playing as you pose your heeled feet for the camera, toeing at the ground as you show off the red bottom, your calves flex as you move to walk in the heels in a cat walk to the camera.

Natasha would be seething if she saw you doing this. Jealous. You are hers after all, and yet here you are, posing for the camera because your mob wife chose a meeting about weapons over spending time with her wife. If she were here, maybe you would not have gotten bored and done this. So, in your logic, it's Natasha's fault.

What you didn't hear over the loud music, was the sound of the bedroom door opening as you posed your heels for the camera again.

The Russian leaned against the doorway frame, her arms crossed over her chest as her fitted black suit shirt tightened over her biceps. Her green eyes trailed over you as her jaw ticked, her eyes saw the way you legs look stunning, the heels giving you an aura of confidence that had Natasha crazy.

"What are you doing?"

"Natasha!-" You gasp as you clutch at your chest, the redhead having scared you for a second there, "when- when did you get here?"

You immediately bent down to pick up your phone. The video is ready to caption and post.

"I came to see what my wife was doing," her voice is low as she watched you glance at your phone. "I thought you were too busy with your meeting to check on me," you sarcastically reply as you type in a caption on the video.

"C'mon, baby, don't do that," Natasha stood from the door frame as she made her way over to you, "it was important. It's over and I'm here now."

You shrug the redhead off as your thumbs move over the digital keyboard as you caption the video. "You're not posting that," Natasha's voice is stern as she looked at the video on your phone. "Yes," you look up at her green eyes as you defy her, "I am."

Natasha moved to take the phone from your hand, her eyes scan the screen before shutting the device off. "Natasha," you reach for your phone, "give me my phone."

"No 'please'?" Natasha mocked, "you are not posting your heels online with you modeling and showing off yourself for strangers."

"I'm not showing off myself, I'm showing my heels," You reach for your phone again. Natasha pins you to the drawer, "You're not posting that video." You huff annoyed, she left you alone for hours and the little entertainment you have she tries to take away, "Why not?"

"Because you are mine, detka," Natasha kissed your collarbone, "I bought you those fuckin' heels. Only I can see them."

"I was just showing them off for the camera. It's a Tiktok trend," your voice is shaky as you defend yourself. "Tiktok trend or not, no one gets to see them," the Russian's voice is cold as her statement is final.

"It's just a trend, Natasha," you argue back. Your wife hummed against the skin of your neck, "You're not partaking in that trend." You feel her soft lips against your throat as she kissed up your neck. Her teeth grazed under your jaw as she nipped your jawline before kissing over the spot.

"Only I get to see these pretty heels on you, yes?" A rhetorical question she already knows the answer to. Your eyes track over her face, you swallow as you nod, "Yes..."

"You want to show them off?" Natasha lift her head from your neck, her face inches from yours as you felt her breath on your lips, "why don't you show them off for me, baby?" Her raspy voice brought a shiver down your spine as your brain froze for a second, "What?"

"You heard me," Natasha took a step back, "model for me, darling." You scoffed as you crossed your arms over your chest, suddenly feeling raw under her intense gaze of her green eyes, "I'm not doing that."

"No?" Natasha's head tilts mockingly, she huffs out a laugh as her hands went to loosen her tie from around her neck, "but you were so ready to do it for the camera? For random people online and show them what's mine."

"I'm yours?" You feel a sense of confidence bite back as you question her. "You know you're fucking mine," you could have sworn you saw her eyes darken as she unbuttoned her dress shirt.

"Maybe I should remind you," a statement rather than a question, "yes?" Natasha shrugged her top layers off then her hands made work of her belt.

Natasha grasped your hips as she spun you around to the bed, she took a step forward. You took one back. Natasha stepped forward again and you took another back, the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed.

Natasha kissed you gently, you couldn't help but melt into the kiss as your hands rested on her shoulders, your fingers tugging at her bra straps.

Natasha lays you on the bed, her predatory self crawled between your thighs. Her warm lips planting kisses against your calves to your inner thighs. "Natasha," you release a shaky breath as your fingers thread through her red hair.

"Hmm, baby?" She hummed against your skin, the vibrations traveled throughout your body as if lighting your nerves on fire, making everything seem more intense.

Natasha's warm palms rest against your thighs as she squeezed the muscle, her lips kissed your thigh before she crawled higher up your body. Her weight is heavy over you as she pinned you to the bed, her hips pressed against yours firmly. Her bulge is heavy against your sex as she kissed your collarbone up to your neck.

Her fingers moved to squeezed your waist, her thumbs rubbing circles over the material covering your body.

"Let's get this dress off, shall we?" You barely had time to reply as she ripped open the black dress. "Natasha!" You gasp, "that was my favourite dress." Natasha removed the torn material from your body as she spoke, "I can buy you a hundred more."

Natasha kissed the valley between your breasts, her rough hands immediately moved to knead your breasts as her lips trailed over your bare skin. Her hand moved to your back, snapping the bra open expertly before removing the garment from your body and throwing it over to where her top laid.

Natasha's lips attacked your chest with kisses, her warmth mouth covering your nipple as she sucked at it, her warm tongue licking at the stiff peak as her other hand squeezed at your other boob. You whimper your wife's name as your fingers thread through her hair, tugging gently as if pulling her closer to your chest, searching for more.

Natasha hummed in satisfaction as she felt your tugging at her hair, the feeling bringing a pleasure to her as she continued to trail her lips to the other nipple, sucking it as her tongue would soothe it over.

Natasha sat on her hind legs as she made a move to unbuckle her belt. The black pants suit is pushed down her thighs alomg with her boxers before she kicks them off her feet and off the bed into the mini clothing pile of your and Natasha's clothes forming on the floor. She stood proud with a neatly trimmed patch of red hair, her girthy length on show as her cock begged for attention. Your breath caught in your throat as your hand palmed at her thigh then her abdomen.

"Natasha, my heels," You warn as you have not taken them off yet. "Leave them on, baby." Natasha grasped your thighs with a possessive squeeze as she shuffled forward on her knees, her pulsing cock making contact with your slick sex. Your body shivered as a jolt of pleasure ran through you after the touch.

Your wife leaned over you, her hand rest beside your head as her other hand formed a fist on her own length. Her hand guides her cock into you, slowly, as her thick tip pushed inside of you, deliciously stretching you out.

"Tasha," you moan her name as you feel her stretching you out slowly. The delicious pull of you pulling Natasha in further, deeper inside of you. "Fuck," Natasha pants as her forehead moved to rest against yours, "look at how well you're taking me, detka. Practically sucking me in." Natasha lightly mocked before firmly settling her hips against yours, her thick cock filling you up to the brim.

Your fingers clawed at her shoulders as pleasure overtook your body. "That desperate, baby?" Your wife's voice is in a low mocking tone as her hips moved in slow circular movements against yours. "Natasha, please," you could not help but beg, "I missed you, please. I need you." You helplessly beg the Russian above you.

Natasha stopped her movements only to pull back by a few inches and push back in again, the slapping of skin echoed throughout the room as you cried out your wife's name.

"Tasha, I need you so much. Please," you did not know what you were begging for, only that you needed to feelbher moving deep inside of you again, completely filling you up. "You do?" Her words were taunting as her warm lips moved against the middle of your chest, her teeth coming out to play as she nipped on your sensitive skin, her hips moved to drive her cock in and out of you.

The tip of her beautifully girthy member hits a sweet spot deep inside of you; your body shook as your eyes rolled back, your fingers moved to clutch the back of Natasha's neck as if pulling her closer. "Oh, baby, please," you moanly loudly, urging your wife on to move further.

Natasha happily complied as she pushed herself up, she sat on her hind legs as she moved one of your legs to rest on her hip and the other is moved to her shoulder. Natasha's hips were relentless as the new position offered for more depth, her cock felt deeper inside of you, hitting spots you never knew even existed.

As the Russian's hips moved, her lips moved as well, her face turned to kiss at the calf that rested on her shoulder, her eyes looked down at you as she made a show of leaving her marks on your leg. Her intense green eyes could make you come on its own as she stared down at you, her abdomen muscles flex with every thrust she made as a faint covering of sweat covered her beautifully scarred and tattooed skin.

You loudly moaned Natasha's name again as she bit at your calf and dove deep into you, the Russian groaned against your skin as your heel dug into her lower back from the leg wrapped around your waist.

"These heels look gorgeous on you, detka," Her Russian accent shone threw as her hands held steady over your legs, her harsh thrusts that forced your body to shake and your chest jiggle with every thrust, your wife's green eyes immediately on your chest before landing on your pleasure filled face.

"You like that, baby?" She knew you fucking love it, the sweet moans you release for her tell her that much, and the way she can feel you tightening around her as you prepared to come.

"Yes, yes- I love it, please," your head thrashed back against the pillow, your hands managed to rub down her abs, "Natasha." You release a tiny sob as feel her cock thrust into with intense passion, a heated pit in your lower abdomen heated up as a spring if pelasure coiled, ready to release in passion. "You want to come, moya lyubov?"

"Please," your voice is raspy filled with pleasure as you could only focus on the feeling of being stuffed full to the brim. Suddenly, the Russian's hips stopped moving and went to a slow, agonising pace, she removed your leg from her shoulder as her sweaty frame moved down to rest against your buzzing body.

"Are you going to post that video, dorogaya?" Her gaze felt heavy as her hips began to move again, this time at a medium soft pace. "Tasha, please," you beg, your hands clutching at her neck as if grounding yourself from the building pleasure, "I want to come." Her thrust is harsh as she leaned closer to your face, her nose grazed yours, "You'll come when you answer me."

"Please, I just wanna come, Tasha," your fingers dug in her hair, "don't do this now-" you are cut off by another harsh thrust. "You gonna post the fucking video, moya dorogaya?" Her chest is heavy as she pants, holding herself back as she began to move again, her mouth made moves against the nape of your neck, "hmm? Well are you going to?"

"No!-" your body shook as you felt your orgasm arriving, "no, no. I won't, Natasha. Just, please-" you loudly beg as moans escape your lips. "You're mine, baby," her lips assault your skin as she sucked lightly at the sensitive skin of your neck, "all mine. Nobody gets to see you like that. Ever." Another hard, deep thrust hitting a blinding spot of pleasure once again. "I promise," you pant heavily, chasing your orgasm, "I won't post it." "Why is that, dorogaya?" Her voice is raspy as she hummed. "Because I'm yours! Let me come, please!" You beg, your legs tightened around her waist as the heels dug into her lower back, only forcing her to move deeper and closer into you.

"Come for me, baby," the Russian woman moaned your name as she felt you clench around her, drenching her in your sweet release as you came undone on her cock. Your body is shaking as you come down from the explosion of pleasure. "Thank you," you pant, her legs twitch, "thank you, Natasha." You thank your wife repeatedly for the Earth shattering orgasm.

"I love you," you murmur in the Russian's sweaty neck, "I missed you." You felt her body vibrate against yours as she hummed, "I know you did, sweetheart. I missed you too," her lips found yours in a sweet kiss, "the meeting was boring. I would have rather been here instead, have you showing off those heels for me instead."

Your face flushed as she admits how she missed you too, "They're just heels, Tash." Her hands squeezed at your waist, "Heels I bought you," Natasha faces you properly, as she moved to rest on her forearms, "maybe I should fuck you in the other pairs too, just to get it through your pretty head that you're mine."

You let out a soft laugh with a huff, "You're such a possessive goofball." You shrug the Russian off. "I'm the boss of the mob, malyshka. That's far from being goofball." Your fingers massaged at the hairs at the back of her neck, "Whatever you say, Nat." Natasha's eyebrow lifts in question to your audacity, "Maybe I should fuck you again and see if I'm still a 'goofball' after that," Natasha's teeth grazed your jaw as she nipped the skin gently, "hmm? What do you say to that, detka?" Your flustered face heats up further from her lewd words.

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Uh... I'm sorry?

You and Natasha have been together for quite a while. Natasha had finally learned to trust you during the months of dating you and with that, her place in your relationship felt more secure than ever.

Natasha feels as if it is the right time for you to meet her second family after the time long of being girlfriends and being completely and utterly in love with you.

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You were nervous meeting them for the first time. It was supposed to be a dinner with you two and the Avengers team as an introductory of your civilian life into Natasha's life as an Avenger.

"They are going to adore you, don't worry, dorogaya," Natasha would whisper in your ear before planting a solid peck to your cheek.

"Everyone," Natasha spoke up as her green eyes scanned over team turned family, "this is my girlfriend." You give a smile and a wave to be polite, "Hi everyone, it's so good to meet you all." You happily give your name as you shake hands with the respective Steve Rogers and give a slight nod to Tony Stark.

You soothed your dress before sitting down at the dinner table, your girlfriend sat next to you as her hand grasped yours in support as her thumb soothed over your knuckles.

"So," Tony cleared his throat as he said your name, "You're the girl who has Romanoff hooked." You flush under the gaze, "I suppose I am, Stark." You puff your chest out proudly as you glance at your girlfriend with a smile on your face.

"Ah," he leaned back in his seat as his hands clapped before putting them behind his head, "the sole cause for our supposed deadly assassin to go soft."

Natasha's eyes immediately narrowed as her voice is deep in a rasp, "Watch it, Stark. I can still pin you within seconds."

Tony waved Natasha off, "Blah, blah," the man moved to sip his alcoholic drink, "all bark no bite, Romanoff." You shrug as you move to defend your girlfriend, "I don't know Tony, I haven't heard of you pinning anyone down, mostly just Natasha being better than you." It was a cheeky reply and you knew it, but someone had to settle the billionaire back in his place.

Steve hid his laugh behind his hand as he glanced at the play boy before glancing at Natasha with amusement glimmering in his eyes.

"The food is delicious," you compliment the team on the wonderful food served. Natasha easily cut into her steak and began to chew on the juicy piece of meat, her pink lips shimmer from the juice. Without a second thought, you grab a napkin and clean Natasha's lips from the messy juices, happily dabbing the mess away with a smile on your face. Natasha's eyes held appreciation in them as she silently thanked you, "Sapsibo (thank you), my love." Her clean lips land on your cheek before she returned to her meal.

You notice that Captain America is intently listening to the timey music being played softly through the speakers, his wise green eyes make contact with yours. "It's a classic," Steve bowed his head in appreciation for the song as his index finger drummed to his thigh along the beat.

"Old school music is always the best," you hum. "I wouldn't call the music that old," Steve amused, since technically in his ages this type of music was still very much new to him.

You turn to Steve, showing genuine interest in starting a conversation, "You seem like the type of person to listen to 'Great Balls of Fire' by Jerry Lee Lewis." Steve's blonde eyebrow peaked in interest, "You know your stuff, what about you?" Your eyes light up when Steve asks a seemingly simple question, if only the Avenger knew how much you love 1950s or 1960s music. "'Hey Jude' by the Beatles could never go wrong," you smile. I absolutely love their songs! But let's not forget The Supremes and The Beach Boys!"

Steve sat up further, his attention grabbed as he heard you list off musical artists from the top of your head as if it were nothing. "It's always great to meet a music enthusiast such as yourself," Steve leaned his forearm on the table, "do you mind giving me recommendations? I always love finding out new artists to listen to from that time."

Your eyes sparkle with pure joy as you begin to list down the talented artists who captured your love for the old music, "Well, firstly, there is 'The Rolling Stones', then there is-" you trail off before catching yourself as you eyes glance to another redhead opposite you, Wanda.

"Wanda, right?" You ask politely. The Sovokian nodded as she swallowed. "Who's your favourite music artist?" You face the younger redhead as you ask the question. "The... Beatles are good," she answered almost hesitant as her eyes trailed over your face. Her heart raced as she subtly licked her bottom lip.

"They are! A total pop classic," you smile brightly at her. Wanda gives her own smile, just nervous as her heart continued to hammer wildly against her chest, and her stomach feeling weird as it felt like butterflies.

Wanda kept quiet as she continued to watch you talk to Steve, her eyes would make eye contact with yours whenever you casted long glances at her, or tried bringing her into the conversation.

"Wanda, you listen to the Rolling Stones too right?" You lean forward on the table, "please tell me you do." Wanda nods along, "Yes," her accent is thick as she swallowed, her cheeks turning red as her red hair fell to frame her face, "I love them."

Wanda had not known of them till you mentioned them today.

Natasha watched, of course, and she saw everything. The assassin found it hard to believe that the Maximoff would have feelings for her girlfriend. So she did not say anything, especially on the blushing when talking tk her girlfriend, instead she had pushed that hidden jealousy feeling aside as she moved her focus to you. Maybe it did not work right away as Natasha made a show of wrapping her arm around your shoulders as she placed a possessive kiss to your forehead with a soft hum.

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This became a pattern with Natasha.

Everytime you sat in the Avengers lounge as you and Steve discuss more music tracks. "Old is boring. You two are boring people," Tony sighed from the other side of the room as he sipped his whiskey as he listened to you and Steve talk on 1950s music.

You sit back in the couch, eyebrow raised as you crossed your arms across your chest, "Well if we're such boring people to be around, Stark," you give a small smile, "you are more than welcome to leave." Tony huffed with an eye roll, "This is my lounge," he waved his index finger in the air to emphasise the room, "I bought this building, okay?"

"And this is me and Steve's boring conversation, yet, here you are, butting yourself in with your expert opinion on our music taste," You argue back as you mocked his sassy tone.

"That's my girl," Natasha sat down beside you as she grasped her own vodka glass from the coffee table in front of you. The Russian smirked as she drank of her vodka.

Then Wanda walked in.

The Sovokians eyes met yours before she diverted them to Steve on the couch opposite you and Natasha, and Tony at the mantle by the fireplace then to Natasha sitting beside you.

"Wanda!" You immediately gleam, "Come join us." Wanda glanced at you again before sitting down next to Steve, her green eyes lingering on you for a second too long.

Natasha noticed, course she did.

The possessive Russian immediately wrapped an arm around your shoulders as she placed a firm kiss against your forehead. You, of course, thought nothing of it as you cuddled further into your girlfriend's side, her arm rubbing up and down your shoulder. You hum as you feel her warming up your body.

Wanda easily took the hint and redirected her eyes to Tony or Steve as a way of hiding the blush on her cheeks. You remained the girlfriend in love as you live in Natasha's warmth when in reality the Russian was making a silent claim on you in front of the witch.

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You stood next to Wanda as you waited while she fixed her jacket before you two needed to leave.

Natasha walked in with furrowed eyebrows as she watched you and Wanda dressed up, with car keys in your hand.

"Where are you two off to?" The Russian inquired as she placed a peck to your lips. "Out," you simply reply. "I can see that," the Widow hummed as her hand squeezed at your waist, "out where, sweetheart?"

"Well..." you glance at Wanda, "Wanda and I are going to the theatres. We're watching a cheesy rom-com." Her lips formed a small grin, "Rom-com, huh?"

You nod happily, "Yes, and I cannot wait, we've been waiting for this all week." Natasha's green eyes glanced at Wanda with a minor eyebrow raise before looking back to you, "All week?"

"All week," you nod enthusiastically. "Just you two? Alone?" Natasha's voice is a low rasp as she feigns nonchalant when hiding her jealousy. "Course, it is, why do you ask, Nat?" Your eyes scan your girlfriend's face. "Room for one more?" Natasha shrugged, "I do love a good cringe every now and then."

"I thought you said you didn't want to watch the movie, Nat?" Your head tilts a little in confusion, "I thought they were too 'cheesy' for you." The Widow shrugged as she thought of Wanda being alone with you in the theatre. Sitting right next to you. Sharing a bucket of popcorn. Her hands moving to graze against yours.

"I thought I should try it, you know? Learn my girlfriends taste in movies even if it is painfully cheesy," the Russian's lips found your cheek as her eyes caught the Sovokians eyes lingering on your form.

"Yes! Wanda, you wouldn't mind if Natasha join us, right? The three of us together to watch the movie, right?" Your voice is so kind as you spoke to the flustered witch. "Yeah, course she can join," Wanda's accent is thick as she glanced at Natasha, a hint of disappointment in her green eyes from being derived of spending time with you. "You are the absolute best, Wanda," you hug the Witch, "thank you for letting Nat join." Your breath tickled at her ear, which turned red.

Wanda's heart banged against her ribcage as she inhaled your perfume and felt the heat of your body against hers as your voice entered her ears so smoothly.

Natasha cleared her throat as she spoke of leaving, her green eyes watching Wanda's every move.

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At the movie theatre, instead of Wanda and you sharing popcorn as the witch suggested, you and Natasha share a bucket of popcorn while she ate her bucket by herself.

And during that whole movie, Natasha boldly held your thigh. Natasha felt the Sovokians green eyes on her hand as the she held your thigh, she also felt Wanda's eyes on you and Natasha's interlaced fingers whenever you two held hands.

To say Natasha purposefully kept her hands on you the entire time as a subtle warning to Wanda, was an understatement. The Russian would not let go of you, even going out of her way to do 'cheesy' acts of romance herself by feeding you popcorn as you giggle at the Russian's antics.

Wanda watched from the corner of her eye as she hid her heartache as she slurped her slushie.

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When the three of you got back from the movie, Wanda immediately excused herself to her room.

"Wanda!" You call before she left, "do you want to stay with us? We're going to watch another movie in the lounge. Natasha is going to pick a horror." Natasha could see the Sovokian tense up as the tip of her ears turn red.

"C'mon, we'll even huddle together under the blankets when a scary scene comes up," you urged Wanda on. The witch giggles as she tucks hair behind her ear. Natasha's eyes subtly narrowed before making herself seem normal again while her chest flared in possession. "Course, I'll see you soon?" Wanda called your name as she mainly looked at you, "I'll go change for the movie." Wanda exists with her shoulders straightened again as she walked faster to her room, ready to come back out to you.

She is overthinking the word, 'huddle', huddle must be cuddle, right? You want cuddle with her? Her heart did a massive leap in her chest as she thought of how soft you would be when resting against her as the two of you hid under the blankets awaiting a jumpscare.

"Right," Natasha's voice is gruff as she took hold of you in her strong arms as she pulled your body against hers, "now that she's finally gone, I get to do this." Natasha immediately kissed you deeply with a low hum. You're out of breath, flushed, "What was that for?" Your girlfriends eyes glimmer, "I can't kiss my own girlfriend now?" You wrapped your arms around Natasha's neck, you couldn't help but tease the redhead, "You definitely can, just... very sudden of you, Romanoff."

"Not my fault my girlfriend is so attractive," Natasha murmured, "even the little witch is hooked." You froze in Natasha's arms as your eyes trailed over her face, "What?"

"What?" Her reply is short as she looked down into your eyes, "don't tell me you didn't notice." You slowly shook your head. "Detka, she blushes at every little thing you say, don't even get me started on today." Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, "What happened today?"

"The little date she had planned. A cheesy rom-com playing as you two sat alone in a dark theatre sharing a bucket of popcorn as her hands graze yours, it's the cliché date," her rough hands squeezed at your hips. You gasp, "Natasha Romanoff... were you," a smirk appears on your face. "Don't say it," the Russian grumbled. "Jealous?" You finish your question. The redhead groaned as her forehead leaned against yours, "You're my girlfriend, course I have a right to be a tad bit jealous."

You laugh, "A little?" Her green eyes roll, "Okay, maybe a little more than a little." Her fingers held a tiny space between her index and thumb. "Nat, you tortured yourself with that movie for two hours because you didn't want me and Wanda to be alone," you giggle at the Russian. "Not my fault, you can't get rid of me that easily, detka," Her soft red lips met yours in a passionate kiss. "Jealous," you simply say, the Russian groaned in faux annoyance, "You're jealous." Natasha's lips lift into a small grin, "And you love it." Her lips claim yours again as her hands pull your hips closer towards her body, making sure you're securely pressed against her as she claimed your lips as her own.

You pull away for a second, "Jealousy is a terrible thing, but," you gaze into her green eyes, "somehow you make it look good, Natasha Romanoff." The Widows voice is husky as she replied, "Only for you, moya lyubov." Natasha kissed at your lips as her hands possessively squeezed at your waist down to your hips, "Only for you."

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I am so terribly sorry this took so long to write 😔