Challenge #417 - Bruise
Title: Couched
Prompt: #417 Bruise
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Natasha/Maria
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 250
They both have their reputations as skilled and valued agents of SHIELD. Respected, efficient, deadly.
That doesn’t mean they don’t enjoy making out like teenagers.
Natasha’s got Maria pressed down against the couch cushions, one thigh shoved up between Maria’s legs. Grinding lazily, rubbing herself down, kissing slow and wet and messy. Sucking on Maria’s tongue, feeling Maria’s fingers curl through her hair, leaving it a total wreck, making Natasha’s scalp tingle, electricity tickling down the back of her neck.
She gets one hand under the thin white fabric of Maria’s t-shirt. Squeezing Maria’s breast through her bra, feeling the way Maria smiles against her lips. Pinching a nipple through the material gets her a gasp, so Natasha does it again and again, smirking a little when Maria hisses for her.
There are bruises across Natasha’s back from her latest mission, and Maria’s fingers find every single one, pushing down on tender skin and making Natasha growl into her mouth.
She digs her teeth into Maria’s bottom lip in retaliation, relishing the groan she gets in response.
They don’t get this often, these lazy afternoons with no interruptions. No rush, which means they can take their time like this, wind each other up like this. Playing mean, because that’s just the way they are, and Natasha grins when Maria grabs at her ass, drags her hips down harder, getting impatient for that sweet friction.
Natasha’s in no hurry. She always enjoys the thrill of watching Maria’s control unravel so beautifully.
Prompt: #417 Bruise
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Natasha/Maria
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 250
They both have their reputations as skilled and valued agents of SHIELD. Respected, efficient, deadly.
That doesn’t mean they don’t enjoy making out like teenagers.
Natasha’s got Maria pressed down against the couch cushions, one thigh shoved up between Maria’s legs. Grinding lazily, rubbing herself down, kissing slow and wet and messy. Sucking on Maria’s tongue, feeling Maria’s fingers curl through her hair, leaving it a total wreck, making Natasha’s scalp tingle, electricity tickling down the back of her neck.
She gets one hand under the thin white fabric of Maria’s t-shirt. Squeezing Maria’s breast through her bra, feeling the way Maria smiles against her lips. Pinching a nipple through the material gets her a gasp, so Natasha does it again and again, smirking a little when Maria hisses for her.
There are bruises across Natasha’s back from her latest mission, and Maria’s fingers find every single one, pushing down on tender skin and making Natasha growl into her mouth.
She digs her teeth into Maria’s bottom lip in retaliation, relishing the groan she gets in response.
They don’t get this often, these lazy afternoons with no interruptions. No rush, which means they can take their time like this, wind each other up like this. Playing mean, because that’s just the way they are, and Natasha grins when Maria grabs at her ass, drags her hips down harder, getting impatient for that sweet friction.
Natasha’s in no hurry. She always enjoys the thrill of watching Maria’s control unravel so beautifully.