The Bar
Natasha was a busy woman. She was two years away from being a General Practitioner. All of this hard work would pay off wonderfully in two years, she reminded herself. She didn't mind the extra work, but with you in her life, she wanted more free time on her hands, and that led to her taking multiple shifts.
To her, you were perfect in every sense — she knew you would probably disagree and list a few traits of yours that would make you repulsive. Still, Natasha just found you adorable and fucking perfect.
Every Tuesday was spent at your flower shop, and occasionally you would show up with something sweet at the hospital. Well, the baked goods were not the only sweet thing you offered, and you enjoyed teasing her. And maybe that was why you decided to wear the dress you knew would get her worked up to her workplace — the hospital.
Oh, and Natasha wanted to take you there — wanted to eat you out on her desk, but she considered her office a shrine. So with a heavy breath, she decided to ignore your lingering touches and seductive statements. Later, she thought to herself.
And later, she did exactly that. Your fingers carded through her hair as she kissed your inner thigh, breathing heavily as her fingers scissored inside you while her thumb ran circles on your clit. “Did you wear this just to tease me, sweet girl?” Natasha murmured from between your legs, and all you could do was make a noise that sounded like a whine.
“What will our friends think if they found you like this — legs open in a dingy bar’s bathroom, huh?” You were too out of it and close to an orgasm to even form a coherent sentence. Your lack of response earned you a slap on your inner thigh, and you yelped.
“Baby, please — ,” you pleaded. Natasha understood instantly and increased the pace of her digits and thumb just how you liked it. It had been almost a year since you both were dating, and she knew your body better than you did. She knew just what to do to get you near the peak and leave you there hanging. Her mouth left your thigh and reached for yours to drown your moans and, precisely when you were about to come, her fingers retreated.
“This is what you get for teasing me at work, sweet girl,” Natasha winked, sucking her fingers. Moaning at your taste before kissing the corner of your mouth.
You looked at Natasha with those pretty eyes dazed with lust, tears almost welling up. You always got needy when Natasha teased you and didn't let you come. But at the sight of you and just the way you were gazing at her — like she was everything you needed, made Natasha mumble a fuck it, deciding she could tease you later. This time, she would give you the release you deserved. Natasha would give you everything.
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“You both clearly didn't fuck in the bathroom,” Sam teased as you both settled in the booth, Steve and Bucky choked on their drinks, while you avoided his gaze, leaning towards your girlfriend.
“Please,” Natasha huffed, “Like you and Bucky don't -”
“Can we talk about something else? Why aren’t we making fun of Y/N for having a non alcoholic drink?” Bucky interrupted, clearly not enjoying where this conversation was leading. Natasha glared at everyone at the table before they could turn the conversation to you. And all of them were wise to not say something that would make Natasha furious. You didn’t drink, that was all you told Natasha and she didn’t question you further. She would not push you to tell something that you weren't ready for.
Sensing the sudden discomfort at the table you turned to Steve — who, just like Bucky didn’t like this chat a single bit. Every so often, they acted as if they were ancient and not from this generation. “So, tell us about Sharon and will we get to meet her before the wedding?”
Steve’s expression morphed from uncomfortable to giddy at the mention of his fiancé's name, and you beamed up at Natasha who was listening to her friend contently. You knew that feeling all too well, being so in love with someone that nothing could sour your mood if you just think about them. You felt that in your bones for the woman sitting beside you in a dingy bar’s booth. Furthermore, you intertwined your fingers with Natasha’s, and she pressed a kiss on your knuckles before placing your laced hands on her lap. You rested your head on her shoulder as you got lost in your friends’ conversation.
At some point, Natasha craned her neck to gaze at you — yeah, she loved you so much. She squeezed your hand under the table and leaned to press a kiss on your temple before bringing her attention back to Steve.