"Maintaining Relations" (The Avengers, Natasha/Sif)
Title: "Maintaining Relations"
Fandom: The Avengers
Pairing: Natasha/Sif
Rating: 18/NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own The Avengers or any characters featured in this not-for-profit fic.
Summary: A piece written for Avengerkink. Prompt:"Sif/Natasha, fingering: Sif straddling Natasha and enthusiastically riding her fingers."
Warnings: explicit f/f sex
Clothes were gone in a matter of seconds. Their hands were all over each other, stroking and squeezing, occasionally scratching, bare flesh.
Sif and Natasha did this at least once anytime Sif made it to Earth. Sometimes it was the entire reason Sif came to Earth if other events didn't make it happen. Sif would make excuses about needing to 'maintain relations' with her comrades in arms. Though reccently she'd noticed Thor making the same statements when he wanted to go spend time with Jane so she was almost certain no one was convinced. She was pretty sure they didn't know who she was seeing though.
"I think you look more and more beautiful every time," Sif said between hot wet kisses.
Natasha pinched and rolled the other woman's nipples, sucking on her bottom lip at the same time. They were heading in the general direction of the bed.
"You get me wet quicker every time," said Natasha. Sif's hand slipped down between the redhead's legs, fingertips taking a quick sampling, confirming her arousal, before resuming their quest of exploration.
"I'm glad to have such an effect."
They reached the bed, the back of Natasha's knees touching the mattress. Sif pushed her back to sit on the bed and pounced to straddle her, legs wrapping around Black Widow's waist. They held each other tight, holding their bodies against each other. Their kisses became increasingly passionate, tongues taking turns to dip into each others mouth.
Their hands resumed their wanderings. They spent time on each other's breasts, both were very turned on having their tits played with.
Leaving her left hand cupping Sif's boob, thumb circling, and flicking over the hard nipple, Natasha's right hand went south.
Sif moved her hips back a little to give her lover room to maneuver. Natasha's long fingers made their way down through Sif's neat triangle of hair but suddenly changed direction to go along the inside of her thigh instead of between them.
"Tasha..." Sif moaned.
"Sif," the redhead grinned and moved her mouth to kiss down her neck then back up to her lips again.
Natasha's fingers crossed the space to the other thigh and started heading back towards their target. With light touches she stroked over Sif's labia, never applying more than just enough pressure to feel.
"Please stop teasing," Sif whimpered.
"If I don't?"
"I'll make sure it's twice as bad for you."
"Oh that almost makes me want to take you up on that challenge. See I don't think you could resist, you love my happy face too much." Natasha ran her middle finger through Sif's wet folds, from back to front, stopping at her clit. She didn't move the finger but steadily increased pressure. "But lucky for you I'm not feeling competitive right now." She twitched her finger back and forth.
Sif's fingers dug into Natasha's shoulders and she purred, reflexively angling her hips to give her lover better access. While she sped up her motions on Sif's clit Natasha pinched her nipple and tugged on it.
"Oh, oh fuck me, please fuck me," the warrior woman moaned.
"Since you asked so nice..." Natasha watched Sif's face as she moved her fingers again, her middle and ring finger slipping back to line up with her centre. After just a few moments hesitation to build anticipation Natasha slid the fingers into Sif.
The Asgardian woman gasped.
Natasha's fingers pressed against the resistance of Sif's tight pussy until they were buried all the way inside. She curled her fingers, rubbing her fingers back and forth.
Sif rocked her hips in response. They kept kissing until Sif's cries made it too difficult. Natasha shifted her hand from the woman's breast to her hip, holding tight as Sif grinded against her.
"Yes, yes, fuck, yes-yes-yes."
With every thrust of her fingers kept shifting angle and depth, steadily getting faster and faster. Romanoff's left hand travelled again, a shorter journey this time, to Sif's ass, grabbing a good hold of it. Sif was riding her fingers like she would a cock, hips raising and falling to match Natasha's expert stimulation.
There was a crack in the air as Natasha gave Sif's ass a firm smack before grabbing onto it again. The spank shifted Sif up another gear, pushing her to the verge of losing all control. Clawing scratches down Natasha's shoulders and back. Writhing. Faster. Sweating. Fucking. Moaning. Harder.
Their eyes met and Natasha knew it was about to happen. She spanked Sif's derriere again and turned her fingers just right...
Sif came.
Pussy rapidly convulsing round Tasha's fantastic fingers. The look on her face and the noise that could mean nothing else, was exquisite.
The two of them ended up flopped on the bed, their legs dangling off the end, breathing hard. Natasha's two fingers and palm were shiny with Sif's juices.
"I don't think I can move right now," Sif said, catching her breath. "You're going to have to come to me." She smiled and licked her lips.
Natasha turned and swung her leg over Sif, moving her lithe body up the bed so she could straddle Sif's face, holding herself a good distance above her. She looked down at Sif, her eyes were just visible."This what you had in mind?" She licked her palm, tasting Sif there, then sucked on her wet fingers.
Sif responded by taking hold of Natasha's hips and pulling her down to her mouth.
Fandom: The Avengers
Pairing: Natasha/Sif
Rating: 18/NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own The Avengers or any characters featured in this not-for-profit fic.
Summary: A piece written for Avengerkink. Prompt:"Sif/Natasha, fingering: Sif straddling Natasha and enthusiastically riding her fingers."
Warnings: explicit f/f sex
Clothes were gone in a matter of seconds. Their hands were all over each other, stroking and squeezing, occasionally scratching, bare flesh.
Sif and Natasha did this at least once anytime Sif made it to Earth. Sometimes it was the entire reason Sif came to Earth if other events didn't make it happen. Sif would make excuses about needing to 'maintain relations' with her comrades in arms. Though reccently she'd noticed Thor making the same statements when he wanted to go spend time with Jane so she was almost certain no one was convinced. She was pretty sure they didn't know who she was seeing though.
"I think you look more and more beautiful every time," Sif said between hot wet kisses.
Natasha pinched and rolled the other woman's nipples, sucking on her bottom lip at the same time. They were heading in the general direction of the bed.
"You get me wet quicker every time," said Natasha. Sif's hand slipped down between the redhead's legs, fingertips taking a quick sampling, confirming her arousal, before resuming their quest of exploration.
"I'm glad to have such an effect."
They reached the bed, the back of Natasha's knees touching the mattress. Sif pushed her back to sit on the bed and pounced to straddle her, legs wrapping around Black Widow's waist. They held each other tight, holding their bodies against each other. Their kisses became increasingly passionate, tongues taking turns to dip into each others mouth.
Their hands resumed their wanderings. They spent time on each other's breasts, both were very turned on having their tits played with.
Leaving her left hand cupping Sif's boob, thumb circling, and flicking over the hard nipple, Natasha's right hand went south.
Sif moved her hips back a little to give her lover room to maneuver. Natasha's long fingers made their way down through Sif's neat triangle of hair but suddenly changed direction to go along the inside of her thigh instead of between them.
"Tasha..." Sif moaned.
"Sif," the redhead grinned and moved her mouth to kiss down her neck then back up to her lips again.
Natasha's fingers crossed the space to the other thigh and started heading back towards their target. With light touches she stroked over Sif's labia, never applying more than just enough pressure to feel.
"Please stop teasing," Sif whimpered.
"If I don't?"
"I'll make sure it's twice as bad for you."
"Oh that almost makes me want to take you up on that challenge. See I don't think you could resist, you love my happy face too much." Natasha ran her middle finger through Sif's wet folds, from back to front, stopping at her clit. She didn't move the finger but steadily increased pressure. "But lucky for you I'm not feeling competitive right now." She twitched her finger back and forth.
Sif's fingers dug into Natasha's shoulders and she purred, reflexively angling her hips to give her lover better access. While she sped up her motions on Sif's clit Natasha pinched her nipple and tugged on it.
"Oh, oh fuck me, please fuck me," the warrior woman moaned.
"Since you asked so nice..." Natasha watched Sif's face as she moved her fingers again, her middle and ring finger slipping back to line up with her centre. After just a few moments hesitation to build anticipation Natasha slid the fingers into Sif.
The Asgardian woman gasped.
Natasha's fingers pressed against the resistance of Sif's tight pussy until they were buried all the way inside. She curled her fingers, rubbing her fingers back and forth.
Sif rocked her hips in response. They kept kissing until Sif's cries made it too difficult. Natasha shifted her hand from the woman's breast to her hip, holding tight as Sif grinded against her.
"Yes, yes, fuck, yes-yes-yes."
With every thrust of her fingers kept shifting angle and depth, steadily getting faster and faster. Romanoff's left hand travelled again, a shorter journey this time, to Sif's ass, grabbing a good hold of it. Sif was riding her fingers like she would a cock, hips raising and falling to match Natasha's expert stimulation.
There was a crack in the air as Natasha gave Sif's ass a firm smack before grabbing onto it again. The spank shifted Sif up another gear, pushing her to the verge of losing all control. Clawing scratches down Natasha's shoulders and back. Writhing. Faster. Sweating. Fucking. Moaning. Harder.
Their eyes met and Natasha knew it was about to happen. She spanked Sif's derriere again and turned her fingers just right...
Sif came.
Pussy rapidly convulsing round Tasha's fantastic fingers. The look on her face and the noise that could mean nothing else, was exquisite.
The two of them ended up flopped on the bed, their legs dangling off the end, breathing hard. Natasha's two fingers and palm were shiny with Sif's juices.
"I don't think I can move right now," Sif said, catching her breath. "You're going to have to come to me." She smiled and licked her lips.
Natasha turned and swung her leg over Sif, moving her lithe body up the bed so she could straddle Sif's face, holding herself a good distance above her. She looked down at Sif, her eyes were just visible."This what you had in mind?" She licked her palm, tasting Sif there, then sucked on her wet fingers.
Sif responded by taking hold of Natasha's hips and pulling her down to her mouth.