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You woke to the sound of a door opening. It took a moment for you to remember the events of the previous night. You shifted, trying to sit up.
You suddenly clutched at your abdomen, hissing at the instant ache.
A figure rushed toward you from the bathroom, placing a hand on your shoulder.
“Woah, Princess, take it easy,” Natasha coaxed, crouching beside you.
“Mh-hm,” you hummed, taking a breath as you tried not to move.
“There you go. Are you ok?” she asked gently.
“Yeah. Just sore,” you answered.
“Here you go,” she said, holding out a bottle of advil. She grabbed a glass off the nightstand and handed it to you. “This is fresh, don’t worry.”
You looked at her gratefully. “Thank you. You’re amazing.” You quickly downed the pills. “What time is it?” you muttered, fumbling for your phone.
“It’s eleven.”
“Eleven in the morning?” you asked, dumbfounded.
She nodded, smiling.
“Oh my god! What about the briefing? Steve’s going to be furious with us.”
“Relax. I already talked to him about it.”
You froze. “Talked… about what?”
She made a face. “Not about that, you weirdo! I just told him you weren’t feeling great and that I was making sure you were ok.”
You sighed. “Oh. Right. Of course.”
“I would like it if you could be examined, though, now that the worst of it’s over. I want to make sure you’re actually ok.”
Groaning, you said, “Do I have to? That’d be mortifying.”
“They’re doctors. I’m sure they’ve heard worse.”
“What, worse than me being dosed with a sex drug that made me so goddamn horny that I jumped your bones and kept going until I was so exhausted that I literally couldn’t go anymore?”
She snorted, and you swatted at her arm. “Hey!”
“I’m sorry. But, I mean, it’s kind of funny when you think about it.”
“Not for me! That shit hurt!”
“Fuck,” she mumbled. “I’m sorry. That sounds shitty.”
“Yeah.” Just then, your brain started to catch up with you.
“No, uh-uh. Stop that. I can see the thoughts starting to spiral in your mind. Talk to me.”
You looked back at her nervously.
“I fucked up. I really shouldn’t have made you do that last night. That was really awful of me to do, and I’m really sorry that I pressured you into it. I should’ve just gone to see Bruce or something. I never meant to make you do that, I swear. I-I just wasn’t thinking clearly, but now I realize that was so fucking shitty to do. I’m so sorry. I really value our friendship, and I would never do something intentionally to ruin that. I’m sorry, Nat.”
“Stop!” she blurted, and you shut your mouth. “Just stop. You didn’t make me do anything! I could have made you leave or taken you to a doctor or something, but I didn’t. Now that I think about it, I was really just taking advantage of you not thinking clearly and using it as an excuse to fuck you. I’m sorry.”
“Oh, for Christ’s sake! I was sobbing on your floor, begging you to fuck me. I don’t think you were taking advantage of me. If anything, I was taking advantage of the fact that you’re too sweet and amazing to do anything other than help me.”
She flopped dramatically back onto the bed and sighed.
“You didn’t take advantage of me. I wouldn’t have fucked you if I didn’t already have feelings for you. The only reason I hesitated was because I didn’t want the first time we did that to be while you were under the influence,” she rambled.
You paused. “Really?”
She sat back up. “Yes, of course! God, how have you not noticed? I love you, Princess, and it just sucks that it all happened like this.”
You couldn’t hide the smile that crept at your lips.
“Can we just pretend that last night didn’t happen and just start over with the whole feelings thing?” she asked.
You snorted. “I’m not sure that I can pretend you aren’t a literal goddess when it comes to eating pussy, but I guess I can try,” you shrugged.
She glanced away but couldn’t quite hide the grin that covered her face at your words.
“You’re giving me too much credit,” she protested. “You would’ve thought anything was good in the state you were in.”
“I mean, we can try it again and figure it out,” you suggested slyly.
“As much as I would love that, and I would love that,” she purred, “your body needs at least twenty-four hours to recover.”
You pouted, moving to sit up. A wince took over your face, and you sighed. “You know what, I changed my mind. I think I probably need a bit of time before we try that again,” you said.
She rolled her eyes at your obvious avoidance of admitting she was right.
“Hey, Nat?” you asked suddenly.
“Yeah?”
“Would you like to go on a date with me?” you asked casually.
Her face broke into a shit-eating grin, which she instantly masked with her best neutral face.
“Hm, let me think about that,” she said. You gave her a look, and she dropped the act. “Alright, alright. Yes, I will most certainly go on a date with you.”
You smiled. “Cool. Cool cool cool.”
She chuckled.
You tried to lean in for a kiss, but the pain stopped you. She noticed and frowned.
You made grabby hands at her, and she scooted closer. You grabbed the front of her shirt and yanked her to your face.
“Hi,” she whispered, her lips inches from yours.
“Hi,” you replied.
“Did you want something?” she asked, smirking.
“Hm, let me think about that,” you said, repeating her words. “I want to kiss you.”
“Oh, do you now?” she teased. “I couldn’t tell.”
“Fuck off,” you whispered.
“You know you love it,” she said, winking.
“Maybe I do,” you breathed, finally pressing your lips to hers.