OWSLA: The Creation

ALWAYS Knock First!

Natasha lazily blinked open her eyes. Morning sunlight filtered through the window, warming her skin. The sleepy trance of a morning wake-up continued to addle her brain as she slowly rolled over to go back to sleep. If her stomach wasn't growling it was to early to be awake. Her movement was hindered by the sleeping form of her girlfriend who she came face to face with on the other pillow.

Bucky blinked tiredly. "Good morning."

Sleepy trance gone.

"GaAh!" Natasha jumped out of of bed, falling backwards on the floor with a thud.

"You're an idiot." the blonde mumbled before rolling over to continue her slumber.

What the hell? Why was Bucky in her bed? Wait this wasn't her bed, where was she? Natasha looked around confused. Bucky's bedroom? Why was she- oh. As if hung over, the events of last night slowly un fuzzed and replayed themselves in her brain. The phone call. Rushing over here. Then...

Owsla.

She must have fallen asleep with- oh god. A horrid thought occurred to her. Was Bucky okay?

Natasha quietly stalked over to the bed to check on her girlfriend. Last time they had slept next to each other, Nat had beaten the crap outta Bucky in her sleep. She cringed at the thought of beating her up... again.

First, Natasha checked her face. It seemed unscathed, not any scratches or bruises besides her usual scars. But since the face was only about 5% of the human body surface area, she wasn't about to let let a deep breath just yet.

Of course, checking Bucky's health would be a lot easier if a certain girlfriend of hers would let go of the blankets.

"Bucky, let go of the blanket." Natasha insisted, tugging on said piece of fabric.

She only got a sleepy mumble in response.

"Let go!" she repeated. "I'm trying to check for bruises."

A sleepy whine of protest in-sued and Bucky curled back in on herself to protect her precious comforter from being snatched away.

"Buuuckyyyy" Natasha whined insistently.

"No."

Although she was trying to hide it, Natasha caught sight of the small smile on her girlfriend's lips. She was awake. That jerk. In retribution, Natasha sat on said jerk with her arms folded in non amusement.

"Get off."

"No."

"I can beat you."

Natasha merely smiled at the empty threat. She knew Bucky wouldn't really beat her up. Shove her off the bed? Most likely. Slap her? Maybe. Beat her up? Never.

"Oh will you now?" Nat smirked at her perch upon her friend, an obvious challenge in her voice.

Bucky narrowed her eyes mischievously. "Or maybe I'll get revenge in some other way..." the blonde easily slipped her hands on the back of Natasha's neck, bringing Nat's chest to her own.

Realizing her intentions, Nat squirmed but there was a reason her girlfriend was an 8th degree black belt. She failed to get away as Bucky buried her head in the crook of Natasha's neck. "Bucky, don't! Please!" Nat whined unfruitfully as her girlfriend began to blow against the back of her neck mercilessly; breath hot and heavy against the sensitive skin.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry! J-just let go!" the poor girl whined and squirmed.

Deciding she had tortured her girlfriend enough, Bucky finally let go. Natasha's reaction was immediate. She sat up, hair wild and falling in her face, cheeks flushed and breathing hard. Personally, Bucky could never believe the affect that simple action could have on the semi-red head.