Chopping Wood
It’s a beautiful day on the farm. Natasha is chopping wood with Clint as you sit on the front porch with Laura, Wanda, and Yelena. The kids play in the yard, except for Ali who as always clings to Natasha.
Honestly, you aren’t paying much attention to the conversation that’s happening on the porch. Your eyes are fixed on Natasha. With each swing of the pickaxe, you’re captivated by the way her muscles flex.
At some point it feels like Natasha notices your staring, and she uses her shirt to wipe her sweat from her face and then flashes a smirk your way. The sight of her abs does you in.
“Damn, my wife is hot,” you accidentally say aloud.
The women laugh and you feel heat creeping up your neck.
“Keep it in your pants, y/n,” Yelena jokes and everyone laughs again.
Just when you think you’ve got yourself back together again and into the conversation you hear Natasha explaining what she’s doing to Ali. She’s getting older and more curious about the world. Nat is always more than happy to explain things to her.
It’s unbelievably attractive to you when Natasha is so gentle and loving with the kids. It reminds you why you love her so much and are so happy to be with her.
Everyone decides to go inside to start getting dinner ready. Your son Ivan runs up to Natasha and she happily lifts him up. He settles on her waist and she kisses his cheeks.
She follows you inside and puts Ivan down before reaching for your hand.
“Hold on, detka,” Nat says. It’s just you two left in the living room and she pulls you close to her. “I saw you staring at me,” she teases. Her brow is raised and her lips curved into a grin.
“I couldn’t help it, Natasha. Seriously, it’s like you get more attractive every time I look at you,” you say. Natasha’s cheeks blush a light red and she hugs you tight.
“Shower with me?” She whispers against your ear before she pulls away, her lips just barely brushing your skin.
“Nat, we can’t. We have to help with dinner and the kids,” you explain.
“Forget about dinner and there are plenty of people here to watch the kids,” she says, her body presses against yours and you think anything she says in that moment you’d say yes to.
You nod and she leads you two up the staircase. Before you’ve even turned the shower on, Natasha’s lips meet yours in a searing kiss. The two of you shred your clothes and stumble into the shower.
“You’re so beautiful,” you say against her lips.
“I believe the word you used earlier was ‘hot’ or was I just hearing things?” Natasha asks, her voice is dripping with flirtation.
“You’re so hot,” you correct yourself and you share a look with Natasha before you both start laughing.
“Sorry, sorry. It’s just so funny that you said that in front of everyone,” Natasha says. Her lips go to your neck and down your chest.
“It was embarrassing. I can’t lie,” you say, smiling at her.
“Don’t be embarrassed, baby. I’m glad you feel that way about me. I feel the same about you. Let me show you just how hot I think you are,” Natasha says and with that she kneels down in front of you.
“Y/n, fuck, you are already so wet,” Natasha grins up at you.
Her lips find your center easily and her tongue works expertly to get you quickly to your high. It never takes long with Natasha, but this might be a record.
“Come here,” you say once she’s helped you come down and as she stands up. You switch spots with her and press her against the tile wall.
After so long together, you know what she likes. Your fingers slide through her folds and enter her with ease. She’s always extremely ready for you when she’s already taken care of you.
Your lips find hers again and you moan at the taste of yourself on her tongue. Natasha comes undone with your touch and with shouts of your name.
“I love you,” you say.
“I love you, y/n,” Natasha replies.
The two of you actually finish showering and as you are getting dressed Nat wraps her arms around your waist from behind. You look up at the mirror and see her smiling at you.
“We need to move to the country so I can see you chop wood more often,” you say with a laugh and she buries her face into your neck.
“Let’s do it,” Nat says against your neck. She kisses you up your jaw and you turn around in her arms.
“Really?”
“Yeah, dorogoy. I think the kids would enjoy it too,” Natasha says.
“Speaking of, we should probably get back down there,” you say.
“We should,” Natasha says. She kisses you gently.
You two head back downstairs and have a huge dinner with everyone. It’s the perfect end to a perfect afternoon.