Chapter 3
2013, 10 January
Maria sighs as they finally put the kids to bed. The apartment is relatively empty, she and Natasha never really used this place. Most of the times she was onboard the Helicarrier and Natasha would camp at her own apartment that looked even emptier than Maria's, but Maria's bedroom, or Nat and Maria's, was basically the only room really lived in. They had bought a lot of stuff for the two girls, who finally had their own separate rooms.
"I knew we shouldn't have given Yelena wine, who knew she was such a lightweight, she's going to have a killer hangover tomorrow," Maria says as she flops down onto the couch with Nat.
Nat hums and wraps her legs around Maria's waist, pulling her down.
"Gonna have to send them to S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy tomorrow, but with a few painkillers she'll be okay. Nothing the girl can't handle. Good to see that they're settling down, huh?"
"I think I'm even prouder than the time you decided to finally stop eating like you haven't seen food in ten years."
"To be fair, I was starving. And I was trying not to fall asleep."
"That's not how it was one hour later when you were screaming," Maria teases, eyes glinting wickedly.
"Jackass."
"Your ass, and don't even bother denying, I've seen you stare at my ass for one minute before Clint snapped you out of it."
"You have a very fine six."
Maria smirks and drags her fingers up and down Natasha's legs, causing Natasha to shiver.
"Careful, the kids are still traumatized from this morning."
"We'll be quiet then, maybe gag you or something," Maria murmurs and moves up to kiss Natasha.
Maria doesn't miss the way Natasha's pulse increases and pupils dilate at the suggestion.
Maria sucks up Natasha's neck as she tilts her head back to allow more access.
"Maria."
"Hmm?"
"I love you."
Maria's breath hitches. It's their ten thousandth and more times doing this, but everytime Natasha says those three simple words, whether those exact three or implied, Maria's blown away. By the gorgeous, beautiful woman under her, writhing and supressing moans, by how much she loves Nat, her Nat.
"Oh yeah? Show me," Maria commands, and she sees how Natasha whimpers at the tone.
Natasha grins and does some flip and the next thing Maria knows is that Natasha's straddling her, teasing her with deft fingers and butterfly kisses and the occasional nip.
They spend the rest of the night coaxing wave after wave of pleasure from each other, and thank god for gags and the soundproof shower cubicle.