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Natasha

12 & 14 with Nat please 🙏🏼 12 "you are all i can think about." 14 "i dream of you. all i do, is dream of you."

   Natasha sits down on the one couch and slides her heels off her feet as with a sigh. Truthfully it's not really them that's bothering her, she's very used to wearing them for extended periods of time, what was bothering her was all the people Tony had invited to this party. Way too many of them have walked up to her to indulge in conversation and she's just about reached her limit for social interaction with strangers.

Unfortunately for her, these men don't seem to be getting the memo. The death glare she gives them goes unnoticed as their attention is solely focused on how stunning she looks in her dress. And she can't really blame them too much, she had worn a particularly low cut one with a leg slit, with her hair up in a bun and a gorgeous diamond necklace accentuating her neck. All in all it was very eye catching, it just hadn't caught the eyes she intended it to. Or so she thinks.

In reality your eyes have been glued to her all night, you just haven't been able to slip away from any of Tonys annoying guests to approach her. But god did you want to. She looked so beautiful tonight, and to be fair she always did to you, no matter what she wore, but this dress truly is incredible. But instead of being able to go over there and compliment her you're stuck here talking to some guy you've already forgotten the name of.

You down the rest of your drink with a sigh, you're well past being subtle with these people, and your gaze once again flits over to the Russian. You smirk as you see her relaxed state on the sofa, you're glad she's being left alone. But that feeling of ease is short lived and you watch her face quickly harden when a man sits down right next to her.

"If you'll excuse me" you interrupt the babbling man, "I really must be going"

You brush past him before even waiting for his response, catching his mumbles about how Tony Stark wouldn't have been as rude, but you couldn't care less about your public opinion right now. All you cared about was getting Mr. Greasy slicked back hair away from the friend and team member you just so happened to have a crush on.

"Hey Natasha" you greet, cutting off the man mid sentence, making him scowl and the woman beside him smile, "You looked like you could use some company"

"She has all the company she needs right here." he retorts, tossing his arm around her shoulders. She automatically stiffins under his touch but he seems oblivious, "Ain't that right sweetheart?"

She quirks a brow at him, and you just know that if this wasn't a Stark fundraiser that she would have broken his arm in at least three separate places by now. And you would have broken his jaw.

"Actually" she says, elbowing him sharply to get him to unhand her, "I'd much rather be anywhere else, with anyone else"

You chuckle at his expense while you offer her your arm and she gratefully accepts your offer, picking up her heels in her other hand. The man glares daggers at you both while holding the sore spot on his ribs and you both smirk at him.

"You think that's bad?" She asks with faux pity, "Next time, if you touch a woman without her consent, I'll break your hand."

You chuckle at his look of shock, "You're lucky she only said hand."

He grumbles as you lead Nat away. You head for the balcony, it's a quiet place away from the party and being that only the Avengers have access to it, it will give you both the break you both want and the privacy you'd both secretly like as well.

You enter the code in the keypad and open the door for her, she thanks you with a smile before stepping outside. She lets her heels fall to the ground next to one of the chairs as she continues over to the railing.

"It's a beautiful night out" she says, leaning her arms against the metal as she overlooks the skyline

"Yeah, it is. Really beautiful" you reply, only you weren't looking at the skyline, you were looking at her silhouette against it as you came up beside her

A minute or two of comfortable silence passes before either of you speak again, "Thanks for getting me away from that guy"

"No problem. I knew you could handle it on your own, but I also knew that you've done enough of that tonight."

She hums in agreement, "Tell me about it. Tony owes me for all that I've put up with tonight."

You chuckle, "You mean not a single one of them caught your interest?"

"No, definitely not." she scoffs, "None of those pompous assholes are what I dream about."

"Oh? And what does Natasha Romanoff dream of?" you tease

Her palms suddenly feel sweaty and her heartbeat drums in her ears, was she really about to do this? Yes. Yes she was.

"I dream of you." she admits taking a shaky breath as she turns to face you, "All I do is dream of you"

You hadn't expected that response at all, but you're in no way upset with it. You lean in and cup her face with your hands, causing her heart to skip a beat, "You are all I can think about"

She doesn't hesitate to surge forward, capturing your lips in a soft kiss. Her confidence rises when your arms loop around her neck to keep her in place and she slides her tongue into your mouth. You eagerly allow her to deepen the kiss, and let a moan out into her mouth when her hands squeeze your hips.

She reluctantly pulls her lips away from yours to catch her breath, "Was that ok?"

"That was great" you truthfully admit as your fingers play with the small hairs at the base of her neck. As you gaze into her eyes you finally admit what you've always wanted to say. "You're beautiful, Natasha. The most beautiful girl in the room, truly. Its no wonder so many approached you tonight"

Her cheeks flush and she lets out a soft giggle, "Were you jealous?"

"Maybe a little bit"

She pulls you even closer, letting her front press against yours, "Well, now you know that you don't have to be. I'm all yours, if you'll have me."

You answer her with another kiss, this one shorter than the previous one but just as full of passion, "There is no one else I'd want by my side"