Chapter Text
But our communication is telepathy
What you give is what you get out of us naturally
And we can wait 'til the shadow grows long
And turn the page of a story that has long since found a home
Tigerlily - La Roux
Maria’s limbs still feel warm and heavy as she kisses Natasha, soft and pliant beneath her, but the impatient tug Natasha gives to Maria’s lower lip in between kisses has her arousal stoked and burning again in no time at all.
Natasha lifts her back just enough to accommodate for Maria’s practiced hands to undo her bra - a lacy red number that has Maria wondering if she wore it to bribe her into trying something new, not that she needed to, of course. Said bra is quickly strewn to the floor to be found in the morning and quickly followed by Maria’s own sports bra. Her own boxers had been traded for the strap-on earlier in the evening, leaving Natasha, looking entirely too edible, in nothing but her matching red thong, complete with a noticeable dark patch in the centre.
A whiny, “Masha,” tells Maria that she has been caught staring and she snaps her gaze back up to Natasha’s flushed face. She’s panting now and her voice is a little rough around the edges already when she breathes out, “please...”
Maria leans back up to kiss her again, dragging her short nails up the outside of Natasha’s thigh to her hip, the other arm supporting her weight next to Natasha’s head. Maria rests her hand on Natasha’s thigh when her hands ball into fists in her hair and it drags a desperate whine from Natasha’s throat. She chuckles into the kiss as she moves her hand to drag the back of a nail up Natasha’s slit over her panties, catching just barely on her clit drawing out a gasp that tapers off into another whine.
“Oh my, Natasha, is this all for me?” Maria says low, in mock surprise, as she rubs teasingly at the slick material, just barely hard enough to feel. “You are absolutely soaked through, baby. It’s a wonder there isn’t a puddle on the floor,” a shudder runs through Natasha at her teasing words, “did you get this wound up all just from sucking my cock?” Natasha can’t hold in her moan and Maria takes the opportunity to drop her head and start kissing and biting at her neck, finally removing the offending article of clothing. Even with clothing out of the picture Maria seems intent to tease tonight and replaces her hand on Natasha’s hip, stroking at one of many scars she has mapped out and memorised the stories of.
Maria seems content to stay there and mark her collarbones with hickeys and teeth-marks and Natasha tries to enjoy the sensations - Maria’s warm hands roaming across her stomach, the sharp scrape of her teeth followed hastily by the soft lathe of her tongue - instead of giving in to the game she knows Maria is playing but she’s so turned on that it aches and she can think of so many different ways she’d rather Maria was using her mouth right now.
With as much grace as a woman whose brain has turned to horny soup for the foreseeable future, Natasha flips them both over so that she is straddling Maria’s stomach. To her credit, Maria takes this change in her stride, settling her hands on either side of Natasha’s breasts to cup them as she leans up to kiss in between them. She kisses a line towards one nipple, lathing her tongue over it before pulling it into her mouth, earning a low hum from Natasha. There is a flash of teeth which has Natasha keening before she pushes Maria back with her hands on her shoulders. Maria’s hands fall to the curve of her waist.
“Nnnnope. Listen, you are going to stop teasing me right now, or I am going to kick you out of this room and finish the job myself right here while you listen through the door. Am I understood?” her point is undermined slightly by the slick rock of her hips across Maria’s abs, her accent is starting to creep into her voice too, but Maria knows her well enough to know that this is as close to begging as the Black Widow gets most nights, and she’s not about to bank on her making any empty threats.
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” she smirks at her own sarcasm as she leans up to plant a chaste kiss to Natasha’s lips, her nails dragging up the sensitive skin of her back and drawing a shiver out of Natasha before raking them back down to take a hold of her hips. She can’t help the grin on her face as she whispers, “c’mere.”
She settles herself carefully over Maria’s face, holding onto the posts of the headboard for support. They make eye contact briefly before Natasha is pulled, none too gently, the rest of the way down and then Natasha’s eyes are slamming shut and she keens at the feeling of Maria’s warm, wet tongue on her cunt.
She can’t help the moan that escapes her at the first taste of Natasha, it’s something that she’ll never get tired of and she closes her eyes as she drags her tongue along her slit, spreading the copious amounts of arousal. A deep moan is dragged out of Natasha above her when she draws her clit into her mouth and she digs her fingers into her hips to keep her in place. She draws patterns with her tongue, spelling her name to see what noises it’ll force out of the woman above her.
“pozhaluysta, detka...” Natasha gasps, trying to rock her hips in Maria’s strong grip. Maria silently thanks the fact that she started taking russian classes last month and brings one of her hands down to press two fingers to her entrance. Natasha bears down on her hand and Maria presses in. The vibration from Maria’s own groan at the sensation sends shocks up Natasha’s spine that, paired with the delicious stretch of her fingers, have her clawing at the headboard for balance as her head spins.
When Natasha’s hips start rocking more forcefully, the noises she’s making turning to pleading whines, Maria decides to add another finger, slipping in easy through the wetness. She crooks her fingers forward, dragging them across the sensitive spot inside of her and Natasha keens forward, her thighs shaking on either side of Maria’s head. Just for fun, seeing how Natasha is dripping down her chin with excitement, Maria decides to try and fit her pinky inside too. She moves slowly to allow Natasha to back out. Natasha does not, and Maria’s pinky slides in alongside her other fingers, leaving Natasha feeling heated and full. Maria crooks her fingers again and fears for the integrity of their bed frame when she hears it creak under her girlfriend’s grasp, followed closely by a shuddering breath and a moan of, “don’t stop.”
Maria sucks hard on Natasha’s clit, and that’s all it takes for her to finally tip over. She folds forward, trapping Maria between her quivering thighs, as she takes in stuttering gasp.
Maria lets her grind against her face as she comes down from her high, keeping her fingers still as she feels her pulse around her. Eventually Natasha releases her head from her thighs and Maria slides her hand out, earning a small hiss from Natasha at the loss.
“Well that was fun,” Natasha smirks as she climbs down to lay herself on top of Maria again, placing a chaste but loving kiss to her lips.
“Yeah, you almost broke my fingers with that orgasm,” she flexes them in between their faces, still glistening with slick.
“It looks like I almost drowned you too,” she chuckles low, wiping Maria’s face off and watching her pupils dilate as she licks her fingers clean with a contented hum. The sight makes Maria’s hips twitch, alerting them both to the toy still strapped there when it presses up against the curve of Natasha’s ass.
Natasha’s smirk grows as she grinds down, putting pressure on the toy. Maria doesn’t give her the satisfaction of a moan, but she can’t stop the flutter of her eyelashes or the way her teeth sink into her bottom lip. Raising a single brow, Natasha repeats the movement and Maria’s hands move the grope at her ass, pulling her forward for a kiss that is far from chaste.
Maria breaks the kiss to mouth at Natasha’s neck, placing kisses to her pulse point and nibbling just below her ear, pulling a gasp from Natasha.
“What is your obsession with teasing today, Masha?” She leans down to whisper into Maria’s ear, “I want you to hurry up and fuck me already.” She bites her earlobe before she sits up onto her knees over Maria, reaching for the strap-on to line herself up.
Sitting up, Maria catches her hand gently, earning a halfhearted and semi confused glare from Natasha, “I know, pobrecita, but you’ve been on your knees for me all night. Let me take care of you a little,” Natasha smiles when her hand is brought up for Maria to kiss her fingertips.
She allows herself to be manoeuvred onto her side and Maria tugs gently at her knee to signal she should bring her leg up and over Maria’s hip. She wouldn’t admit it to Maria, but she is thankful for the break from kneeling and she lets herself melt a little into the bed as she feels Maria line herself up at her entrance. There is a moment of eye contact, Maria checking in as always, Natasha nodding enthusiastically, and then she’s pressing in and they’re both moaning at the sensation of Maria filling Natasha so completely until their hips and flush and Maria allows her a moment to catch her breath.
After a short moment of kisses dotted to Natasha’s cheeks and nose and forehead, and anywhere else Maria could reach, she whispers an, “okay,” and Maria picks up a slow but steady rhythm.
Maria ducks her head to place open mouthed kisses to Natasha’s chest, trailing her way down from her neck to her collarbones, stopping to place a hickey here and there, but careful to keep them below the line of Natasha’s uniform. Her hand not gripping Natasha’s ass comes up to palm at one breast as she kisses her way to the other. Her tongue lathes over a nipple before taking it between her teeth to bite down ever so gently, dragging a moan out of her panting girlfriend. She soothes the sting with another lick and Natasha hums above her.
“Harder,” it comes heavily accented and followed by a whine and Maria obliges, pulling Natasha’s leg up and over her shoulder.
“We’re lucky you’re so flexible, huh?” she muses to herself as she snaps her hips forward. Natasha’s only answer is a choked gasp.
Maria savours every sound to come out of Natasha, the noises she makes especially for her, noises made because of her. She swallows her moans and angles her hips to draw out more of her breathy whines and gasps.
“Fuck, I don’t think I’m can last much longer, Nat,” she moans into her neck, bringing her free hand down to rub tight circles against Natasha’s clit.
“I won’t either if you keep that up,” she gasps, her hips bucking to chase the friction.
Maria’s rhythm falters as she presses in deeper, grinding against the base of the strap-on and giving Natasha pressure against her own clit. She comes with a few more hard thrusts, pulling Natasha’s body against hers and biting into the muscle where her shoulder meets her neck to muffle her moans. The sting has Natasha over the edge soon after, curling into Maria with a gasp and a shudder.
Natasha lets her leg fall from Maria’s shoulder with a contented sigh. She chuckles to herself as she feels her girlfriend lick at the bite mark to try and soothe the little red marks. She pulls back a little to press a soft kiss to her lips.
“You’re lucky I like it rough, lyubimaya. It feels like that one’s gonna bruise.”
“My bad,” it’s said with a grin that suggests Maria isn’t even the slightest bit sorry and Natasha just grins back at her, snorting slightly when she laughs at Maria’s satiated, lopsided smile.
The moment is interrupted by Natasha’s stomach grumbling obscenely loud in the otherwise quiet room. She throws a sheepish look at Maria.
“You could hold your own against Steve with that appetite of yours, cariño,” Maria huffs in disbelief but still smiling as she sits up to untangle herself from the strap-on harness, “you go pee, I’ll go get some snacks and water for us.”
“I love you,” Maria can hear her smile as she presses a kiss to her forehead before making her way to the kitchen. She can feel Natasha’s gaze on her as she leaves, and if there is more swing in her hips than usual, no one is complaining.