Give us a chance? (Natasha Romanoff x Fem reader)

Saturday

Y/N's POV:

Once we were both exhausted, I decided to untie Nat and she automatically curled into a small cuddly ball, which is very cute. But it also made me think that I may have went too hard on her? "Sleep baby, I'll clean everything" I tell her walking to the bathroom, with her in my arms, trying to brush off that feeling of guilt as she mumbles something I couldn't distinguish in response.

While she takes her bath I quickly change the sheet frustrated at myself. Damn it! Why do I have to be like this!?

Once I was done, Natasha arrived and layed in the freshly clean bed and almost instantly fell asleep. I feel as guilty as ever so I cuddled into her back and gently kissed her neck, mumbling "I'm so sorry darling, it won't happen ever again, I promise"

"Why?" She whispers startling me. I didn't think she was still awake

"Why what?"

"Why would we stop to fuck?" She says with her little raspy voice

I chuckle "That's not what I meant. I was talking about how it happened" I correct

"Shut up!" She suddenly groans in the pillow, confusing me

"What?"

"You really think that I didn't enjoy every second of tonight just as much as you?" She asks quite angrily

"Well I don't know, the few I've talked to about that called me a fucking freak... So I just assumed-" I start shyly

"You assumed it was the best sec I've ever had in my Fucking life, right? Because it was" She cuts me off to reassure me in a very angry manner. Beyond that though I can still feel her sincerity, but can't help but doubt

"Really?"

"Yeah!" She exclaims excitedly "I mean, I'd probably prefer to be the one to tie you up and fuck you senseless..." She adds whispering to herself, probably hoping I wouldn't hear "But it was mind-blowing!" She says, her voice back to normal volume "Now lemme sleep" She finishes her little speech with that, now completely turning herself towards me and burying herself in my chest cutely

That's when we both stop talking and allow ourselves to fall in a much needed sleep, happy and without any problems on our mind. Cherry on the cake, none of us had a single nightmare.

The next morning when I woke up Nat was -like usual- already up... Well, awake would be more appropriate because she, in fact, could barely stand, which was laughable. The grand Black Widow defeated by her hectic night.

"Shut up!" She whines as she limps to the counter s'est while I make us waffles

I only laugh more "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" I exaggeratedly apologize as she starts to playfully hit me in disapproval "I mean, at least I know I did a great job" I tease smirking

"Gosh, I shouldn't have boosted your ego, lucky you're not an officer anymore, your little hat wouldn't fit your head anymore" She complains

"But did I lie?"

"What are we doing today? Can we watch Lucifer?" She asks me hopefully. Avoiding my question? I'll take that as a yes.

"I can't baby, I received a call, gotta be on a crime scene at 10. Plus the next Lucifer season hasn't even come out yet." She pouts at that "But you can still stay here and watch something 'til I get back. I'll make us an amazing dinner" I propose to console her

"You know, you working on Saturday royally sucks" She complains once again

"I know..." I think about it a few seconds  and remember something she told me about a year ago at the bar, when we barely knew each other  "Weren't you the one working on your days off?"