Drabbletag5: "Happily Ever After," MCU, Pepper/Natasha
Title: Happily Ever After
Author: phoenixfalls (@AO3)
Prompt: Soulbond
Fandom: MCU
Pairing: Pepper Potts/Natasha Romanov
Rating: Mature
Word count: 250
Summary:
Pepper always expected her soulmate to reveal themself with a bang. She grew up on stories of soulmates meeting and knowing instantly, firm handshakes setting off literal sparks, eyes locking across a crowded room to fall closed in a faint. It seemed unnecessarily dramatic, but at least there was never any question that it had happened, and that two separate lives would be forever entwined in the aftermath.
But in the meantime, Pepper liked sex and Pepper just liked people, so she dated and fooled around and had what fun she could.
Natasha knew she didn’t have a soulmate. Their handlers had been very clear with them: they were genetic constructs, not actual people. They had no souls, and thus no soulmates. They trained, even, in mimicking the effects of an instant bond, all the better to manipulate their targets.
But even Natasha liked the pure animal comfort of a slick mouth against hers, long legs spread open under her, and a warm body at her back as she fell asleep.
They fell into bed with each other under Tony’s indulgent (and occasionally lecherous) eye, with no expectations other than that they would have a good time. They had spa dates and weekends on the beach; they fought and made up and fought again; they had very good sex.
One morning years later they woke up, hands entwined, to discover matching marks on their wrists. They realized that they were already living their happily ever after; they simply hadn’t noticed.
Author: phoenixfalls (@AO3)
Prompt: Soulbond
Fandom: MCU
Pairing: Pepper Potts/Natasha Romanov
Rating: Mature
Word count: 250
Summary:
Pepper always expected her soulmate to reveal themself with a bang. She grew up on stories of soulmates meeting and knowing instantly, firm handshakes setting off literal sparks, eyes locking across a crowded room to fall closed in a faint. It seemed unnecessarily dramatic, but at least there was never any question that it had happened, and that two separate lives would be forever entwined in the aftermath.
But in the meantime, Pepper liked sex and Pepper just liked people, so she dated and fooled around and had what fun she could.
Natasha knew she didn’t have a soulmate. Their handlers had been very clear with them: they were genetic constructs, not actual people. They had no souls, and thus no soulmates. They trained, even, in mimicking the effects of an instant bond, all the better to manipulate their targets.
But even Natasha liked the pure animal comfort of a slick mouth against hers, long legs spread open under her, and a warm body at her back as she fell asleep.
They fell into bed with each other under Tony’s indulgent (and occasionally lecherous) eye, with no expectations other than that they would have a good time. They had spa dates and weekends on the beach; they fought and made up and fought again; they had very good sex.
One morning years later they woke up, hands entwined, to discover matching marks on their wrists. They realized that they were already living their happily ever after; they simply hadn’t noticed.