Drabbletag - Dirty Talk
Title: Talk American To Me
Prompt: Drabbletag 6 - Dirty Talk
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Natasha/Wanda
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
Notes: Spoilers for Avengers: Age Of Ultron, dirty talk
“I do not see the point of this,” Wanda sighs, sounding all wrong. Vowels too heavy, consonants too guttural, nothing like the American voice she’s aiming for.
“Espionage,” Natasha says. After all, not every Avengers mission involves city-wide brawls. Sometimes they need to be covert, and Wanda’s Sokovian accent draws too much attention, is too distinctive.
What Natasha doesn’t say is that this is a waste of time. Even if Wanda perfects an American accent, she’ll still stand out too much.
It’s her eyes, and the way she wears all of her emotions there, plain to see.
Natasha’s not sure she can change that. Natasha’s not sure she’d want to change that.
Wanda sighs again, but she shifts closer, smiling a little. “Kiss me,” she murmurs, in a voice that’s New York by way of Chicago, Russia, and a really bad head-cold.
Natasha raises an eyebrow. “That the best you can do?” she smirks.
Natasha can see the mischief, the lust. It’s all there in Wanda’s eyes.
“Fuck me,” Wanda breathes, and it’s better, a little nasal but that kind of works for a New York sound.
Natasha grins, tangles a hand in Wanda’s skirt. “Oh yeah?”
“I want you,” Wanda murmurs. “Want to pin you against the floor, make you squirm. Want to taste your pleasure, my mouth between your legs.”
The more she talks, the more the attempt at an American accent fades.
Natasha pretends not to notice. Wanda’s been working hard; Natasha figures she’s earned a reward.
Prompt: Drabbletag 6 - Dirty Talk
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Natasha/Wanda
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
Notes: Spoilers for Avengers: Age Of Ultron, dirty talk
“I do not see the point of this,” Wanda sighs, sounding all wrong. Vowels too heavy, consonants too guttural, nothing like the American voice she’s aiming for.
“Espionage,” Natasha says. After all, not every Avengers mission involves city-wide brawls. Sometimes they need to be covert, and Wanda’s Sokovian accent draws too much attention, is too distinctive.
What Natasha doesn’t say is that this is a waste of time. Even if Wanda perfects an American accent, she’ll still stand out too much.
It’s her eyes, and the way she wears all of her emotions there, plain to see.
Natasha’s not sure she can change that. Natasha’s not sure she’d want to change that.
Wanda sighs again, but she shifts closer, smiling a little. “Kiss me,” she murmurs, in a voice that’s New York by way of Chicago, Russia, and a really bad head-cold.
Natasha raises an eyebrow. “That the best you can do?” she smirks.
Natasha can see the mischief, the lust. It’s all there in Wanda’s eyes.
“Fuck me,” Wanda breathes, and it’s better, a little nasal but that kind of works for a New York sound.
Natasha grins, tangles a hand in Wanda’s skirt. “Oh yeah?”
“I want you,” Wanda murmurs. “Want to pin you against the floor, make you squirm. Want to taste your pleasure, my mouth between your legs.”
The more she talks, the more the attempt at an American accent fades.
Natasha pretends not to notice. Wanda’s been working hard; Natasha figures she’s earned a reward.