Social-Suicide

Part 18

The neon lights flickered different colors as loud music played in the background of a small club in Russia. On the dance floor a red head and a brunette danced together, their bodies grinding against one another.

Natasha turned to face her partner, draping her arms around his neck and smiling up at him.

He smiled back before he leaned in, his mouth close to her ear "why don't we get out of here, have a little fun?" He suggested in a whisper

Natasha furrowed her eyebrows as she pulled away a little to look at the brunette who had a smirk on his face. "But I'm having fun now." She pouted

He smirked "oh, but you could be having even more fun." He said as his hands trailed down her waist to her ass and squeezed it "how about we go to my place and do that activity I've been wanting to do?" He suggested with a wink

Natasha's arms slowly fell from his shoulders and landed at her sides as she looked at him with a look of resistance "Sean, I'm not ready." She stated

"Oh, come on, baby. We've been together for a year now and you still won't have sex with me, what's up with that?" He wined as he let go of her ass and his hands dropped to his sides

Natasha shrugged "I don't know." She replied as she looked down at the glowing tile floors, watching as the colors flicked back and forth

Sean put his finger under her chin and lifted her face up to where she was looking him in the eyes "come on, it's my birthday, I deserve a present, don't I baby?"

Natasha nodded slowly and Sean smiled victoriously as he took her hand in his.

Together the pair walked out of the club and down the street to his apartment. Once inside Sean closed the door and turned towards the red head, smiling mischievously.

"I'll be right back, you stay here." He said and Natasha nodded before he ran into his room

Natasha pursed her lips together as she sat her purse on the couch and looked around awkwardly. Despite her and Sean having been together for the past year, she had yet to step foot in the apartment, so it all felt weird to her.

As Natasha was looking around her eyes fell on a picture of Sean with a blonde, her lips painted red and her hair thrown up into a messy bun. Natasha furrowed her eyebrows, as she didn't recognize the woman.

Sean came back moments later with a smug grin on his face "alright, everything's all set." He said as he held out his hand for the red head to take

Natasha hesitantly slipped her hand into his and Sean walked her into his room, closing the door behind them before picking her up and slamming her onto his bed.

Natasha stiffened as her body landed on the stiff mattress, she wasn't ready for this, Sean might've thought she was but Natasha knew, 100%, that she wasn't.

"Sean, I'm really not ready." She repeated her words from in the club earlier and Sean let out a huff of frustration

"Yes you are." He said firmly as he took both of her wrist in his hands and pulled them above her head

Natasha furrowed her eyebrows "how do you know?" She questioned

"Because you love me." He replied simply as he descend his head down and kissed her neck hungrily

"And do you?" She questioned curiously as Sean sucked on her sweet spot and she let out a low moan

Sean furrowed his eyebrows as he pulled away from her neck and looked into her emerald green eyes that were full of curiosity and wonder.