#078 - Journalistic Integrity (Iron Man Movieverse, Christine/Natasha, NC-17)
Title: Journalistic Integrity
Fandom: Iron Man (Movieverse)
Pairing: Christine/Natasha
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 456
Warnings: Spoilers for Captain America: The Winter Soldier.
Challenge: #078 101
Do whatever it takes to get the story. That’s Journalism 101, or at least it has been for Christine.
That doesn’t mean she can’t have some fun in her search for the truth.
Since the fall of SHIELD, Natasha Romanoff has become the most sought after woman on the planet. Previously known only as the enigmatic Black Widow, who worked as part of the Avengers during the invasion of New York, she’s now known as one of SHIELD’s most talented and dangerous agents.
“Can I ask you a question?” Christine asks, foot tracing slowly up Natasha’s bare calf.
Natasha smirks down at her, hair messy and cheeks still flushed. “Will it be off the record?” Her hand slides over Christine’s stomach, and Christine resists the urge to arch up into the touch.
“Is anything?” she shoots back, and Natasha has the sexiest laugh she’s ever heard, low and rough and husky.
“Fine, ask away,” Natasha grins, ducking her head to kiss the rise of Christine’s collarbone.
“Now that your past has been revealed to the world,” Christine begins, voice quiet as she strokes fingers through Natasha’s hair. She has to bite her lip to hold in her gasp when Natasha nips lightly at her nipple, hand palming her breast, tongue laving over the sting. “What do you want from your life?”
The question gets her another chuckle, and Natasha looks up at her through the thick fan of her eyelashes.
“That’s a loaded question,” she admits, and the mattress dips as she moves slowly backward, trailing kisses down Christine’s chest. “I want to stay in bed.”
She dips her tongue into the hollow of Christine’s navel.
“I want to taste every inch of you.”
She purses her lips against Christine’s inner thigh, sucking a flushed mark there.
“I want to make you come again.”
She presses a hard kiss to Christine’s clit, and Christine moans and pushes up, chasing Natasha’s mouth. Feeling the slick slide of her tongue, Natasha’s weight rocking forward as she fucks her tongue inside, and Christine gets one leg over Natasha’s shoulder, braces her heel against Natasha’s back and rides that talented mouth.
Natasha pulls back to smirk at her, and Christine rolls her eyes, fingers gripping the pillow either side of her head. “You’re not going to give me a real answer, are you?”
“I just did,” Natasha shrugs, lowering her head again, and Christine groans and spreads for her.
She already thinks she has her story, although it’s not something she’ll be putting in print. Any of Natasha’s secrets she might unlock are ones she wants for herself, not for any article, and for now she’s willing to bide her time, caught between Natasha’s hands, a groan on her lips.
Fandom: Iron Man (Movieverse)
Pairing: Christine/Natasha
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 456
Warnings: Spoilers for Captain America: The Winter Soldier.
Challenge: #078 101
Do whatever it takes to get the story. That’s Journalism 101, or at least it has been for Christine.
That doesn’t mean she can’t have some fun in her search for the truth.
Since the fall of SHIELD, Natasha Romanoff has become the most sought after woman on the planet. Previously known only as the enigmatic Black Widow, who worked as part of the Avengers during the invasion of New York, she’s now known as one of SHIELD’s most talented and dangerous agents.
“Can I ask you a question?” Christine asks, foot tracing slowly up Natasha’s bare calf.
Natasha smirks down at her, hair messy and cheeks still flushed. “Will it be off the record?” Her hand slides over Christine’s stomach, and Christine resists the urge to arch up into the touch.
“Is anything?” she shoots back, and Natasha has the sexiest laugh she’s ever heard, low and rough and husky.
“Fine, ask away,” Natasha grins, ducking her head to kiss the rise of Christine’s collarbone.
“Now that your past has been revealed to the world,” Christine begins, voice quiet as she strokes fingers through Natasha’s hair. She has to bite her lip to hold in her gasp when Natasha nips lightly at her nipple, hand palming her breast, tongue laving over the sting. “What do you want from your life?”
The question gets her another chuckle, and Natasha looks up at her through the thick fan of her eyelashes.
“That’s a loaded question,” she admits, and the mattress dips as she moves slowly backward, trailing kisses down Christine’s chest. “I want to stay in bed.”
She dips her tongue into the hollow of Christine’s navel.
“I want to taste every inch of you.”
She purses her lips against Christine’s inner thigh, sucking a flushed mark there.
“I want to make you come again.”
She presses a hard kiss to Christine’s clit, and Christine moans and pushes up, chasing Natasha’s mouth. Feeling the slick slide of her tongue, Natasha’s weight rocking forward as she fucks her tongue inside, and Christine gets one leg over Natasha’s shoulder, braces her heel against Natasha’s back and rides that talented mouth.
Natasha pulls back to smirk at her, and Christine rolls her eyes, fingers gripping the pillow either side of her head. “You’re not going to give me a real answer, are you?”
“I just did,” Natasha shrugs, lowering her head again, and Christine groans and spreads for her.
She already thinks she has her story, although it’s not something she’ll be putting in print. Any of Natasha’s secrets she might unlock are ones she wants for herself, not for any article, and for now she’s willing to bide her time, caught between Natasha’s hands, a groan on her lips.