you said i could so... let the stalking continue!redinmyledgerMay 7 2012, 11:00:38 UTC
[Natasha could feel the sheets tangled around her legs as she slowly started to come to. She was also aware of the cool breeze that skated over her bare flesh in the air-conditioned room. There was a groan of protest that soon followed as she became aware of the pounding in her head and was desperate for it to stop.
She rolled over, burying her head against warm skin until she started to realise the skin was much more curvaceous and smooth than she thought it would be. Or perhaps hoped it would be. Surely if she'd gotten so drunk as to fall into bed with someone it would have been Clint. Or even Thor. Hell, she'd have taken Cap or Banner. Stark at a stretch, but then it slowly started to come back to her and she nearly fell out of bed in her rush to get away from her bed partner.
It had been meant as a bonding trip, a chance for the women to escape the men. Not for the women to wind up in bed and Natasha's eyes snapped open to confirm her fear of Maria being just as naked next to her.]
DID I TELL YOU THAT I LOVE YOUagent_hillMay 7 2012, 11:15:02 UTC
[Maria was still asleep, blissfully asleep and as of yet unaware of their compromising situation. She was sleeping rather well, actually. Better than she had in a long while, she was sure.
She gave a soft groan and rolled toward Natasha, protesting against her imminent waking, furrowing her brow at the disturbance that was pulling her from her sleep.]
NOT IN THE LAST FIFTY REPLIES ><redinmyledgerMay 7 2012, 11:22:07 UTC
[The Widow stilled, stopping herself from sliding off of the bed. Maybe she could slip out, disengage herself before Maria was awake. Before she could realise what had happened. So maybe Natasha couldn't remember what exactly had happened, but she was starting to realise she had a few questionable bite marks and an ache in her body that usually only resulted from a rather aerobic night.
She wasn't one that liked women, that slept with women and yet something had driven her to Maria and now there was an even more scary thing catching her gaze. A ring on her finger. Russian curses fell from her lips before she could stop them.]
[Another moan escaped Maria's lips and she stretched, the sound of Natasha's cursing finally winning over the woman's desire to stay asleep. She reached up to rub her eyes, still closed, and rolled onto her back once again.]
You know I don't speak Russian, Romanoff. [She gave another groan, starting to sit up. She had a splitting headache.] What the hell did you give me to drink last night?
[That was when she started realize she was feeling a breeze. Her eyes snapped open and she looked down at herself before releasing a yelp, scrambling to cover herself with the blankets.]
[Natasha had flipped off Hill before her eyes opened for the Russian comment. Sometimes Hill did still manage to get under her skin for the wrong reasons.
But then she blinked, and cocked her head. Not sure if she was actually insulted that Maria's reaction was the same to hers. She was hoping Hill might have had more memory of last night than she did.]
What's the matter, wife, having second thoughts? [She held up her left hand before pointing at Hill's.] Was I not a good enough tumble in the sack?
[Maria gaped at the ring, memories of last night suddenly flooding back to her. The booze, the silly suggestion that hey, wouldn't it be funny if we totally got married? And then when they got back to the room, giggling, half-joking kisses had turned into something else entirely.
And the biting. Oh god, the biting.
Maria swallowed hard, training her wide eyes on Natasha, who was every bit as bare as she was. Her stomach twisted, and she couldn't be sure if it was a good feeling or not.]
[It was still coming back to Natasha in bits and pieces, and she still had yet to decide whether the tingle prickling across her skin was a good one or not. Her eyes dropped occasionally to look at Maria's body, even if it was covered mostly but the blankets.
It hadn't exactly been horrible. It had been surprisingly good. Different. Curves against curves instead of curves against hard muscles.
Natasha still had yet to move to cover up though, her mind still stuck on "ha ha, you're married".]
[It wasn't as if Maria had never been with a woman before. More than a few, in fact, even if she usually found herself in bed with men when she actually had the time to have sex with another human being. It was just... This was Natasha. This wasn't just anyone, some random body to release a few endorphins with. She was a woman that Maria respected and envied and usually found herself turning in the other direction when she saw her.
And she was an agent of SHIELD, an organization that had very clear opinions about fraternization.
Still, Maria had a hard time forgetting that Natasha certainly had been a good tumble in the sack. As if there were going to be anything that she wasn't stellar at. Of course.]
You know what, we're going to be okay. We keep our mouths shut about it and... Get an annulment. Simple.
Does that work when we've clearly consummated the marriage?
[Because she really was not the expert on marriage. It was one of the few things she was not in fact stellar at. Leaving the men she loved, killing the men she loved. That she could do. Marriage? Not so much.
Perhaps that's why it needed to a joke, needed to be Hill. This way it wouldn't seem like the life-changing, ominous event she had always expected it to be.
Her brow furrowed as she fell quiet, trying to come to terms with how she actually felt. She didn't hate Maria. She knew they clashed, but it wasn't because she had that many issues with her. Yes, she perhaps gave her a hard time while talking to Barton, but it was because Hill was good at her job. She rode the other agents hard because she had to.
Then again, she'd ridden Natasha rather hard last night and there wasn't a single part of it Natasha hadn't enjoyed...]
[Maria blinked, completely taken aback. Didn't want to end it? This had just been a drunken mistake to Natasha, hadn't it?
Right?
The idea that the woman in front of her might actually have some feelings for her was terrifying. Their boundaries had always been very clear, Maria thought, very black and white. She'd kept her distance just for that reason. But now Natasha had lit a small bit of hope in her and she couldn't find it in herself to snuff it out.]
[For once Natasha let her indecision and lack of confidence show. Now mask of indifference, or a trained expression designed to keep someone guessing as to what she was feeling.
Slowly she inched towards Maria, crawling towards the woman until she was right next to her. Natasha slowly leaned in, the pounding of her headache and the pounding of her heart almost synchronising as she pressed her lips to the brunette's.
Was it so wrong to want to see if there was still a spark in the cold harsh light of day? It would also buy her a few moments to put into better words what she was trying to say.]
[A small gasp escaped Maria's lips, her breath ghosting across Natasha's own. This is a bad decision, her brain wants to say, there was no coming back from it. But the swelling in her chest and the tug below her bellybutton won't let her listen to it.
Maria slowly, tentatively presses closer, just as curious about this. A gentle hum from her colors the end of the kiss and she found she didn't want to pull away. Didn't want to see the look on Natasha's face just yet.]
[Natasha's fingers threaded through Maria's dark hair, curling the silky locks around them as she pressed another kiss to her lips. She wasn't ready to pull away just yet either, not with the pleasurable warmth that seemed to tingle from her scalp right across every nerve-ending.
Her tongue trailed along the seam of Maria's mouth, seeking entrance as her free hand rest against the woman's thigh where it hadn't been covered by the sheets.]
[The hum quickly turns into a soft moan, her lips parting to welcome the woman's tongue eagerly. Maria loosed a hand from the sheets in front of her chest to reach for Natasha's waist, her fingers digging into her soft skin a little.
[Her lips twitched slightly at the nickname that slipped from Maria's lips. It was actually nice to hear from the woman. She was so used to both of them being so formal with each other.]
Maria...
[Fucked was certainly the one word playing over and over in her mind right then. Was it so bad to keep this between them? To hang onto each other when everything else seemed to be determined to slip through their fingers?
Her tongue played against Maria's, soft and probing as she explored the depths of her warm mouth only to find she wanted more.]
[Maria wasn't sure where the nickname had come from, or which part of her had been toying with the idea of calling her that. It had slipped out, and it felt dangerously right.
She twisted her tongue around Natasha's, drawing her in further so she could suck on it gently, a flush of warmth pooling between her legs. She was suddenly desperate to recreate last night, to give herself a fresh memory to cling to. She dropped her hand from the woman's waist and pressed between her legs, slipping her fingers into her slick folds.]
She rolled over, burying her head against warm skin until she started to realise the skin was much more curvaceous and smooth than she thought it would be. Or perhaps hoped it would be. Surely if she'd gotten so drunk as to fall into bed with someone it would have been Clint. Or even Thor. Hell, she'd have taken Cap or Banner. Stark at a stretch, but then it slowly started to come back to her and she nearly fell out of bed in her rush to get away from her bed partner.
It had been meant as a bonding trip, a chance for the women to escape the men. Not for the women to wind up in bed and Natasha's eyes snapped open to confirm her fear of Maria being just as naked next to her.]
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She gave a soft groan and rolled toward Natasha, protesting against her imminent waking, furrowing her brow at the disturbance that was pulling her from her sleep.]
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She wasn't one that liked women, that slept with women and yet something had driven her to Maria and now there was an even more scary thing catching her gaze. A ring on her finger. Russian curses fell from her lips before she could stop them.]
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You know I don't speak Russian, Romanoff. [She gave another groan, starting to sit up. She had a splitting headache.] What the hell did you give me to drink last night?
[That was when she started realize she was feeling a breeze. Her eyes snapped open and she looked down at herself before releasing a yelp, scrambling to cover herself with the blankets.]
Agent Romanoff, what the fuck is going on?!
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But then she blinked, and cocked her head. Not sure if she was actually insulted that Maria's reaction was the same to hers. She was hoping Hill might have had more memory of last night than she did.]
What's the matter, wife, having second thoughts? [She held up her left hand before pointing at Hill's.] Was I not a good enough tumble in the sack?
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And the biting. Oh god, the biting.
Maria swallowed hard, training her wide eyes on Natasha, who was every bit as bare as she was. Her stomach twisted, and she couldn't be sure if it was a good feeling or not.]
Oh my god, we are so fucked.
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It hadn't exactly been horrible. It had been surprisingly good. Different. Curves against curves instead of curves against hard muscles.
Natasha still had yet to move to cover up though, her mind still stuck on "ha ha, you're married".]
Apparently so.
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And she was an agent of SHIELD, an organization that had very clear opinions about fraternization.
Still, Maria had a hard time forgetting that Natasha certainly had been a good tumble in the sack. As if there were going to be anything that she wasn't stellar at. Of course.]
You know what, we're going to be okay. We keep our mouths shut about it and... Get an annulment. Simple.
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[Because she really was not the expert on marriage. It was one of the few things she was not in fact stellar at. Leaving the men she loved, killing the men she loved. That she could do. Marriage? Not so much.
Perhaps that's why it needed to a joke, needed to be Hill. This way it wouldn't seem like the life-changing, ominous event she had always expected it to be.
Her brow furrowed as she fell quiet, trying to come to terms with how she actually felt. She didn't hate Maria. She knew they clashed, but it wasn't because she had that many issues with her. Yes, she perhaps gave her a hard time while talking to Barton, but it was because Hill was good at her job. She rode the other agents hard because she had to.
Then again, she'd ridden Natasha rather hard last night and there wasn't a single part of it Natasha hadn't enjoyed...]
And if we don't want to... end this?
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Right?
The idea that the woman in front of her might actually have some feelings for her was terrifying. Their boundaries had always been very clear, Maria thought, very black and white. She'd kept her distance just for that reason. But now Natasha had lit a small bit of hope in her and she couldn't find it in herself to snuff it out.]
What are you saying, Natasha?
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Slowly she inched towards Maria, crawling towards the woman until she was right next to her. Natasha slowly leaned in, the pounding of her headache and the pounding of her heart almost synchronising as she pressed her lips to the brunette's.
Was it so wrong to want to see if there was still a spark in the cold harsh light of day? It would also buy her a few moments to put into better words what she was trying to say.]
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Maria slowly, tentatively presses closer, just as curious about this. A gentle hum from her colors the end of the kiss and she found she didn't want to pull away. Didn't want to see the look on Natasha's face just yet.]
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Her tongue trailed along the seam of Maria's mouth, seeking entrance as her free hand rest against the woman's thigh where it hadn't been covered by the sheets.]
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Yeah, they were unbelievably fucked.]
Tash...
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Maria...
[Fucked was certainly the one word playing over and over in her mind right then. Was it so bad to keep this between them? To hang onto each other when everything else seemed to be determined to slip through their fingers?
Her tongue played against Maria's, soft and probing as she explored the depths of her warm mouth only to find she wanted more.]
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She twisted her tongue around Natasha's, drawing her in further so she could suck on it gently, a flush of warmth pooling between her legs. She was suddenly desperate to recreate last night, to give herself a fresh memory to cling to. She dropped her hand from the woman's waist and pressed between her legs, slipping her fingers into her slick folds.]
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