Two lonely souls

You woke up on Christmas Day, rather sore, still securely between Natasha’s legs. You groaned quietly, rolling forward and pressing your face into her pelvis, until you realized what you were doing. Sure you were comfortable with each other but the line between friends and something more was still a little hazy for you and the last thing you wanted to do was overstep. You felt Natasha move under you, her groan sounding just as pained as yours had. You hoisted yourself off the couch but instead of getting up you looked at Natasha who still had her eyes closed and was wiggling lower on the couch, pulling you on top of her. She shivered lightly, her hand reaching for a blanket that you had hogged. You smiled softly, adjusting the blanket for her so that it was covering the both of you. She sighed in satisfaction, sliding her freezing cold hands under your pajama shirt to warm them up. You pressed your body tightly into hers, recoiling from her cold touch as Natasha just hugged you tighter. You dozed off almost immediately.

The next time you awoke Natasha was on her side, squishing you between her and the backrest of the couch. She was already awake, her warmed up hands, tracing the slight bumps of the vertebrae of your spine. You felt her chin press into the crown of your head, legs tangled with yours as she continued to hold you, most likely still thinking you were asleep. You pulled your face out of her neck where it had been tucked tightly into and lifted your gaze up to meet hers. She smiled at your tired demeanor, hand caressing your cheek, thumb brushing over your brow.

“You sleep alright?” She asked, her low, rich voice, sending shivers down your spine. It was good to know that not even sleep could rid you of the electricity that ran through your veins when around her. If anything, the sleep made it worse. Your face was now leveled with her breasts and the urge to just cuddle into them was almost embarrassingly strong.

“Yeah, yeah, it was okay. You?” You rubbed your eye with your fist before stretching your entire body as long as it would go, hearing a couple pops come from your joints as the fort fell on you two again. Natasha chuckled, kissing your forehead before she dug her way out of the blankets and pillows. You felt so perfectly warm and cozy under the covers that you didn’t move, just watched as Natasha stretched her body the same way you had, except she was standing. Her pajama pants hung low on her hips, revealing even more of the lace on her underwear. You ran your eyes up the exposed span of her stomach, noting the soft curves of her abs just as she lowered her hands back down.

“Pancakes, waffles, French toast or just regular toast?” She asked, turning to look at you, her once neat curls a fluffy mess that you were itching to sink your fingers into.

“French toast”, you mumbled.

You prepared breakfast together, both of you using the mistletoe as an excuse to steal kisses from the other. You chuckled quietly when Natasha hopped up against the kitchen island, reaching across to peck you on your lips as you were cutting banana into slices. There was a reason you had chosen to cut the fruits in the specific spot under the mistletoe. She flipped the toasts on the pan, once again rushing back to give you a kiss. In the beginning, she had taken a little more time kissing you and ended up with two burnt toasts which is why she had to resort to quick pecks instead. Breakfast was just absolutely perfect but it had barely anything to do with food and everything to do with the redhead and her pretty smile, whose pajamas were drooping down just enough to reveal her collar bones, the thin, silky material not exactly full coverage.

“You wanna open gifts next?” You asked, so that you could do something other than stare down her cleavage.

“You got me more than one gift?” She asked in astonishment, glancing toward the tree where she had a few packages under it.

“Well, I said the Nutcracker wasn’t really a gift”, you chuckled, cleaning the kitchen island a little, Natasha helping you.

You both settled on the remains of your fort with the gifts between you.

“Open mine first”, Natasha insisted, handing a package to you. It was a heavy, medium sized box. You set it down in your lap, carefully removing the wrapping paper and ribbon. It was a rather mysterious black box made of high quality materials. You grew a bit more nervous as you pulled off the top, revealing something glassy that was hidden by padding. You glanced up at Natasha before turning the box upside down, carefully pulling the gift out. It was a large snow globe with two figures inside. You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you bit down on your lip.

“Are those Gibby and Liho?” You asked in disbelief, peering inside the globe again to see incredibly detailed work that was almost life-like. A melancholy snowman and a tiny, lumpy cat.

“Mhm”, she nodded, placing her hands over yours around the globe, shaking it gently. White snowflakes whirled from the sides, engulfing the two friends in a blanket of snow. The Christmas decoration was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen, excluding Natasha, and you couldn’t wait to put it up every single year for Christmas. Maybe you would even keep it as decoration all year round. “You like it?” Natasha asked nervously. You turned to look at her, placing the snow globe on the coffee table before pulling her close.

“I love it more than you could ever imagine”, you whispered, hand caressing her cheek before you leaned down to press your lips to hers. You kissed her and you kissed her, pouring all your gratitude into that kiss, feeling her hand rest on your hip as she tried to tug you closer. To her demise you pulled away. “Thank you, Natasha”, you whispered against her lips before pecking her once more. “Now, your turn.” You handed her a soft package and it was already quite obvious what it contained. She opened it up, her eyes landing on a pair of green ones.

“Is that the Grinch?” She asked in amusement as she pulled out a red knit sweater with a green face on the front.

“Perhaps”, you smirked and watched Natasha bring the sweater to her front, a wide smile on her face as she studied the detailed garment, her hands smoothing over the grumpy face of the Grinch.

“I love it!”

In addition to the custom made snow globe, you also got a candy cane scented candle, two pairs of fluffy socks and a tiny bottle of perfume from Natasha. She insisted that the fragrance hadn’t cost her anything but you knew the brand was expensive. The second gift you gave her was a rolling pin because last time you baked gingerbreads at her place you had to use a wine bottle for rolling the dough.

“Because your gifts were so good I’m taking back what I said about the ballet. It was definitely a gift”, you stated, feeling like Natasha’s presents were way better than yours had been and you just had to be the better gift giver.

“You’re just trying to get into my pants”, she mumbled in amusement.

“I wouldn’t dream of it”, you countered, which was obviously a lie. Getting into her pants was all you dreamt of. Well not all.

You had a non-typical Christmas dinner of pizza and fries before baking a sweet pecan pie, Natasha getting to use her rolling pin for the first time. You were wearing fluffy socks, watching the snowflakes twirl inside the snow globe that still rested on the coffee table while you were spooning ice cream and pie down your throats. The TV was on, playing a Christmas episode of some children’s cartoon.

“Wait, I never put the perfume on”, you realized out of nowhere, setting your plate down on the table. You dug out the travel-sized glass tube, spraying it on your wrists and neck, rubbing it into your skin. You had already sniffed it through the cork but you had barely smelled anything then, and right after the gifts you and Natasha got a little distracted, which is why you never put it on. “Do I smell good now?” You asked, sniffing your wrists. The perfume was almost dizzying and you recognized it immediately. It was Natasha’s. She was smiling wide, leaning closer to your neck, her nose and lips pressing against your skin.

“I didn’t really get it for you to wear”, she mumbled as you put the pieces together. She got it for you so you could smell her whenever she was away. Overtaken by emotion and your constant desire for her, you took the plate out of her hands, immediately pulling her into a kiss. She let out a moan at your roughness, at the need you were kissing her with. You pressed her into the couch, ready to take it further than just quick makeout sessions. Your warm body pressed against hers as she spread her knees apart for you, fitting you perfectly between her legs. Her scent was everywhere and you felt almost heady with it. You could feel her hands on your waist, rubbing you gently as you trailed kisses down her throat. She was so warm and soft, her quiet moans and whimpers making you melt against her. You focused on the way her chest heaved as you started to unbutton her pajamas, uncovering miles and miles of creamy pale skin. She felt heavenly against your lips, her delicate hands caressing your back and shoulders as you moved a little lower, your kisses trailing down her sternum before you pulled the fabric to the side, revealing her heavy breasts.

“Pretty girl”, you mused, trailing your fingers down her chest just to see the way goosebumps erupted across her skin, her nipples hardening even further. You brushed a curl of hair out of her face, her wide green eyes looking up at you with such submission it made your stomach drop. You had expected her to resist you, possibly even take control over you, which you would have gladly accepted, but that look she gave you was something you didn’t see coming from the assertive, powerful woman who now lay breathless under you. You leaned back over her, giving her a chaste kiss after another until she grew frustrated and locked her arms around your neck, deepening the kiss. She tasted so sweet, although that was most likely because of the pie and ice cream you were having, but regardless of that you could still taste her. She let out breathy moans, her tongue dancing against yours, a bit of her stubbornness shining through as she tried to take back control. Her thighs tightened around your hips and you could now properly feel her heat press into you through her thin pajama bottoms.

“Mmh, baby”, you grunted, pulling away from her to look at her once again. “You really want this?” Natasha nodded in an instant. “Let me hear it”, you whispered, wanting to be absolutely sure.

“Yes”, she breathed out with a small smile.

“You know I’m gonna flaunt you at the office, right? There’s no going back after that”, you teased, kissing down her chest again, your other hand cupping her breast. “I want you to be mine”, you mumbled into her skin, delicate fingers rubbing over her ribs.

“I’m yours”, she replied, bringing her hand into your hair, gently caressing your head.

“I...”, you started, your voice considerably lower as you faced Natasha to see her reaction. “want to fuck you until you scream my name”, you mumbled, watching how her green eyes darkened, pupils growing in size as her lips parted slightly. You pulled some of the pale pink fabric aside, revealing her shoulder as you pressed kisses over the firm muscles before finally moving your mouth to her breasts. You sucked one of her hardened nipples into your mouth, Natasha’s hips canting up at the sensation. She hissed quietly when you gave her a harsh suck, her head pressing further into the pillows as she arched her back for you.

You swirled your tongue around the pebbled bud, occasionally flicking it or biting down on it. When you pulled back the nipple was flushed pink and glistening with your saliva. Pleased, you moved on to the second one. Natasha was normally a very patient woman but she had never experienced pleasure so strong. Just the idea of what was about to come riled up her bodily reactions tenfold. She started to tug your shirt up impatiently, wanting to get you going again.

“Shh, Natty, let me take care of you.” Her cheeks flushed bright pink at the nickname. “You like Natty?” You asked quietly, your fingers trailing down her abs to play with the lacy underwear she wore.

“Yes”, she breathed out, eyes closed as you started to peel off her bottoms to reveal rich, chocolate brown underwear. The detail in them was incredible, they were as gorgeous as underwear goes. “What?” She asked warily when she heard you chuckle.

“Even your taste in underwear is expensive”, you mused, rubbing the outsides of her thighs, her snarky response dying down in her throat when you crouched down to press a few kisses over the delicate lace. “What do you want? Mouth? Fing-“

“All, everything. Anything”, she whimpered, as you got off her so you could settle between her legs properly.

You pulled off her underwear, starting slow, Natasha’s sensitivity an effective ego boost for you. You parted her folds gently, your wet tongue sliding up her slit. She let out a strangled whimper as if she couldn’t contain the pleasure it brought her. You glanced up at her to see her eyes closing for a brief moment until she realized that she wanted to see you between her legs, her gaze meeting yours for a second. After warming her up to your touch you picked up your speed, soon enough sliding your fingers inside her, feeling how she tightened around the digits as you started to move them slowly back and forth, eliciting low moans from the redhead, her hips meeting each of your thrusts. You looked up at Natasha to see her entire body tensed up, her beautiful features formed in a desperate frown of pleasure, breasts heaving with each harsh breath she sucked in.

She moaned out your name when you lowered your mouth back on her. The rest of her words weren’t anything coherent, consisting mostly of your name and moans. You changed the rhythm of your hand, sucking harshly on her as her entire body shuddered, her thighs clamping around you to keep you close. The knuckles of Natasha’s right hand were almost translucent with how hard she was squeezing the blankets, her left hand clasping your free hand so she could hold yours, your other hand still moving slowly in and out of her, the tightness of her walls making it harder to do so. The coil in her stomach finally came undone, her body jolting with each wave of pleasure that coursed through her veins, her senses blurred, ears ringing quietly as she finally took a deeper breath, her body relaxing once again. You pulled away from her once her thighs allowed it and moved up to her face. You used your clean hand to caress her cheek, her eyes opening immediately at your touch. She gave you a tired smile, unclamping her hands from the blankets and bringing them up to your neck. She tugged you down, kissing you eagerly, whimpering quietly at the sweet taste.

You pecked her lips a couple more times before bringing the two digits you had used to her lips. You didn’t even have to say anything, her mouth opening up in an instant, warm tongue licking over your wet fingers. Natasha sucked them in, her cheeks hollowing out as she maintained eye contact with you. You groaned quietly, mesmerized by the redness of her cheeks, those darkened eyes and pink lips. She cleaned you off thoroughly before you pulled out.

“Good girl”, you whispered, your thumb swiping a bit of saliva off her lower lip.

“It’s never felt like that”, Natasha said softly, her fingers playing with the buttons of your shirt. She seemed shy, the corner of her lip tugging up slightly as she looked away from you.

“Like what?” You asked, kissing her forehead as you gave her a bit more space by laying beside her on the couch.

“That good”, she mumbled, those bright green eyes turning to look at you. “I’ve never felt it that strong”, she admitted, her hands still tangled in your shirt for comfort.

“Baby, I promise that was just the beginning”, you said with a genuine smile, hand combing through her hair.

“Yeah?” She smirked in mild excitement. You couldn’t resist her, rolling over to kiss her again, her tongue immediately pushing against the seam of your lips. Her hands pulled off your pajama shirt, the cool air hitting your warm skin, making you shiver. Natasha broke off from the kiss to look down at your body, her hands cupping your warm breasts. She glanced up at you, giving you a small smile, sitting up a little so she could reach you with her mouth. She wiggled a little lower so that she was laying more comfortably, her lips pressing against your skin tentatively. You arched your back for her as she latched onto your nipple, her hands wrapping around your body to hold you close. Her left hand snaked lower to the waistline of your pants, tugging them down a little. It was obvious to you what she wanted so you stood up from the couch, dropping your pajama bottoms to the floor to reveal your underwear, her gaze dropping down between your legs in an instant. She sat up, her hands reaching for your underwear, pulling them down and allowing them to drop to the floor. She eyed your naked figure, drawing her lip between her teeth in a not-so-subtle way. You were about to get back on the couch but she interrupted you.

“Wait. I want to do it this way”, she mumbled, adjusting you to straddle one of her thighs, her other leg resting over your own thigh. “I’ve never done it before.” You gave her a smirk, bringing her bent leg up to your chest, scooching higher up on her thigh.

“I’ll show you how”, you promised, your thumb stroking over the back of her hand. You were painfully wet, your panties that now lay on the floor soaked through, but you remained patient. “You ready?” You asked softly, trying to make her as comfortable as you could. She nodded, tilting her hips slightly. You two fit together like puzzle pieces, the sudden touch a blissful relief to you. Your eyes slid shut in an instant, your mouth agape as you began to move your hips slowly against hers, dragging it out. She sighed out in awe, her eyes sliding shut at the sensation as well. She picked up the same rhythm as you, the rocking of her hips a little more experimental as she tried to find what felt best for her.

“Just like that. See? You’re a natural”, you praised, your voice breathy. You couldn’t hold in your grunts and moans as you sped up your pace, bending her top leg towards her stomach to get more friction. When you could tell that she was comfortable enough with the position you started to rut into her, the room filled with both of your moans. You ran your hands down Natasha’s chest, briefly pinching her nipples, before wrapping your hand around her throat loosely. You didn’t squeeze, just tested her limits. She brought her left hand over yours, looking you straight in the eye as she pressed the hand tighter against her throat. She set her desired pressure, the hand squeezing so tight her breathing turned ragged. You were almost worried that she genuinely couldn’t breathe but when she showed no sign of resistance your worry dissipated.

The pressure in your gut was the only thing you could really focus on, your movements hasty and erratic as you chased after your own release. As good as the new position felt to Natasha she wanted to focus on you more, wanting to see you be pushed over the edge. She doubled her efforts in rocking her hips against yours, her hands moving to the curve of your hip to pull you down closer. You let out a shriek, a sound you weren’t too familiar with, before you clenched around nothing, your body hunching forward as you came, hips still moving slowly, Natasha’s release not far behind. You removed your hand from her neck, the once pale skin tainting red with a hint of purple where the tips of your fingers had pressed into her neck. She was definitely going to bruise.

“Oh, God”, you sighed, opening your eyes to see Natasha panting under you, a bead of sweat trickling down her temple as she tried to sit up to reach you better. You leaned over her, easing her back on the cushions as you caught your breath. “Fuck, I’m so screwed”, you chuckled, hanging your head low as Natasha giggled, her hands sinking into your hair. “I don’t think I can ever get enough of you”, you whispered, kissing her softly. “You, Natasha, are something else.”

Without a doubt, you two went for a second round and a third, the entire evening spent exploring each other. You had waited for what felt like an eternity and now that you got what you wanted it was so much better than you had thought. Like Natasha had said, you didn’t even know it could be so good. The living room was dark as you lay there with Natasha in your arms, both of you still naked. She was sucking on your breasts lazily, slowly but surely leaving tiny marks behind. She moved back to suckling your nipple, the action so gentle and comforting as you raked your hands through her hair. She was using your bicep as a pillow, legs tangled with yours as she gripped your waist to make sure you were as close to her as possible. You were pretty sure that she fell asleep when the suckling and kissing slowly died down, the redhead limp in your arms, lips still around your nipple. You smiled softly at her, hand reaching for a blanket to keep her warm with.

You weren’t able to sleep, ecstatic about everything that had happened in the past few hours. Natasha was yours. She really was yours. You get to call her your own. You were just staring into the dimness of the living room that was illuminated by the Christmas tree lights when you felt Natasha nuzzle herself deeper into your chest, letting out a satisfied sigh as you hugged her a little tighter. She was worlds apart from the person you had a little hesitantly taken with you to the skating rink. Her demeanor was no longer defensive and assertive but gentle and sweet, just a ball of giggles and blushes. You ran your fingers over the darkening bruise on her neck, smiling to yourself. She was everything you had ever dreamt of and even more.

Natasha moved again, wiggling a little higher on the couch, her lips landing on your jaw. You rolled her on top of you, sliding your hands down her spine under the blanket, kneading her butt cheeks lightly. She just smiled, finally opening her beautiful eyes to look at you. She gave you a drowsy smile, leaning down to kiss you on your lips after seeing you pucker them slightly.

“I think we should shower. I’m feeling sticky”, you mumbled, your hands still roaming all over Natasha’s body. She hummed in agreement, burying her face back against your body. It took a while for you to coerce her into leaving the comfortable couch and taking a quick shower but eventually she rolled off the cushions and on to the floor, whining the whole way into the shower.

You were both comfortably warm and squeaky clean, sitting on a footstool that definitely couldn’t fit the both of you, watching as the fire crackled in Natasha’s small fireplace. You were both wearing bathrobes, Natasha offering an iron stick to you as you slid a big fluffy marshmallow on its sharp end. She did the same herself, both of you shoving the marshmallows above the open fire. Natasha was struggling to stay on the seat, her other leg constantly sliding off it as she huffed in slight annoyance, crossing her legs so she would take up less space.

“Come here”, you chuckled, pulling her on your lap so she could sit comfortably as you watched your marshmallows toast in the fire. You pulled down her robe a little, kissing her shoulder blade, Natasha shrieking as she pulled out a flaming marshmallow from the fireplace, trying to blow it out.

“What do I do?” She cried, waving the stick around in the air when the fire wouldn’t go out.

“Natasha, baby, babe, stop waving it”, you said, grabbing the stick from her and bringing it to your mouth. You blew harshly on it, the fire going out after a few blows, leaving behind a ball of white mush, the surface scorched black. “Here take mine.” You handed her your perfectly brown marshmallow that was melting off the stick for Natasha to put on a plate with graham crackers and chocolate. She snickered quietly as you discarded the inedible sweet off the stick and into the fire, grabbing a new one.

“You still hate Christmas, Grinch?” You asked, nudging her playfully as you both munched on your respective s’mores, Natasha’s head leaning against yours.

“How could I when it gave me the greatest gift I’ve ever gotten?” She replied, taking another bite of her treat, lips sticky with the marshmallow.

Just like that, so effortlessly, the Grinch took your heart and ran away with it, and you let her because you planned on never getting it back.