Nailpaint
Maria leans back, throwing her head in her neck and resting her arms on the bed for support. the small movement causes Natasha’s hand to twitch lightly.
“sit still!” the redhead hisses trough her teeth. her tongue is stuck out just a little bit in concentration. she wipes away the bit of scarlet nailpaint she had spilled over Maria’s toe. if they’d keep going like this Maria’s whole foot would be red and Natasha’s bottle of nailpaint would be empty within minutes. she was the Black Widow, damnit, and she couldn’t even paint her girlfriend’s nails.
Maria was annoyed by how long it took. she’d been sitting here for twenty minutes, and she had better things to do. there was a certain intelligence agency she was pretty sure wasn’t going to run itself, and Fury was of no use nowadays. finally, Natasha finishes. Maria wriggles her toes to inspect the result. there where still red stripes where Natasha had spilled. luckily, she didn’t have to wear open shoes.
Maria removes her elbows from underneath her and drops herself on the bed, happy she could just rest for a minute. Natasha, however, has other plans.
“now, you have to do mine.”
“what?”
“you heard me. now you can paint my toenails.”
“that wasn’t part of the deal!” Maria sputters.
Natasha pouts. “awww, you can’t just leave me hanging with unpainted nails here! Tony’s giving another one of his fancy parties tomorrow night!”
“what? why did nobody mention that? now i have to go in either sandals or stilettos looking like a fucking clown!”
“first, i just mentioned it. and i mentioned yesterday, and the day before. second, why would you have to wear sandals or stilettos? there’s no dresscode. third, you wound me.” the redhead replies.
“first, fuck you. second, you know there is a dresscode, it’s just that nobody cares enough to tell you there is. Pepper would feel overdressed, and i can’t count on you to wear anything nice. third, fuck you.”
“fine, you can have this one. as a prize you can paint my nails, servant.”
Maria huffs, but obeys.