Drabbletag - Compete
Title: Contestable
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Compete
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Natasha/Sif
Rating: G
Word count: 250
Sif has this smile on her face that makes Natasha’s blood sing. It’s sharp, shows all her teeth, and her eyes are lit up like there’s nothing in the world she’d rather be doing than trying to take Natasha down.
She can try, and Natasha returns it with her own grin, jumping upwards with a grip on Sif’s shoulder, flipping over her roundhouse.
It’s been a while since either of them has landed a blow. Sif can’t catch Natasha, although not for a lack of trying. Natasha’s spending so much time dodging that her offence is suffering. It’s evenly matched, but it won’t be for long. Natasha’s getting tired, burn in her muscles and sweat sticking her clothes to her skin, but Sif’s not human and it’s clear she could go on like this for hours.
There’s no way Natasha’s going to admit defeat.
She throws herself forward, leg up on Sif’s hip, hand around the back of her neck. On any other opponent she’d use her momentum to throw them, but she already knows that won’t work on Sif. Doesn’t matter, because she has a different plan, and her kiss lands like the best kind of attack, unexpected and fierce.
Sif takes a surprised step back, Natasha’s legs wrapped around her waist, supporting her weight easily. But then her hand is in Natasha’s hair, and if Natasha thought she liked the look of that smile, it’s even better now she’s getting to taste it.
“I win,” she smirks, triumphant.
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Compete
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Natasha/Sif
Rating: G
Word count: 250
Sif has this smile on her face that makes Natasha’s blood sing. It’s sharp, shows all her teeth, and her eyes are lit up like there’s nothing in the world she’d rather be doing than trying to take Natasha down.
She can try, and Natasha returns it with her own grin, jumping upwards with a grip on Sif’s shoulder, flipping over her roundhouse.
It’s been a while since either of them has landed a blow. Sif can’t catch Natasha, although not for a lack of trying. Natasha’s spending so much time dodging that her offence is suffering. It’s evenly matched, but it won’t be for long. Natasha’s getting tired, burn in her muscles and sweat sticking her clothes to her skin, but Sif’s not human and it’s clear she could go on like this for hours.
There’s no way Natasha’s going to admit defeat.
She throws herself forward, leg up on Sif’s hip, hand around the back of her neck. On any other opponent she’d use her momentum to throw them, but she already knows that won’t work on Sif. Doesn’t matter, because she has a different plan, and her kiss lands like the best kind of attack, unexpected and fierce.
Sif takes a surprised step back, Natasha’s legs wrapped around her waist, supporting her weight easily. But then her hand is in Natasha’s hair, and if Natasha thought she liked the look of that smile, it’s even better now she’s getting to taste it.
“I win,” she smirks, triumphant.