sapphosmistress

[sapphosmistress]

[sapphosmistress]

headaches

Warnings: mention of blood

A/N: this is my first fic so sorry if this sucks but! happy (late) birthday to my best girl. also still haven’t gotten the hang of formatting on tumblr so forgive me if it’s a bit off. enjoy :)

2:17 am. You squint your eyes to read out the faint neon numbers on your alarm clock. You’ve been tossing and turning all night, all because of a slight pounding on the back of your head. The room is cold and there’s a slight sound of wind rushing through the windows. A small beam of light comes in through a gap in the curtains from the lampposts Tony installed around the compound. As you get up from the warmth of your bed you shiver, as you prefer to sleep in shorts and a graphic tee. You step out of your room into the kitchen and wince at the frigid floor striking your bare feet. The kitchen is empty, or so you think as you serve yourself a glass of water. You look up to see a familiar redhead lurking in the shadows of the living room, almost blending in with the couch as she sits still. You jump slightly upon seeing her, almost spilling your glass.

“Natasha?! You scared me.”

You say just above a whisper, noting the time.

She had been gone on a mission for a week and although she had startled you, your heart couldn’t resist skipping upon seeing her.

Natasha was quiet, but you adored that. You always found yourself trying to spark the smallest conversation just to hear the spy’s raspy voice. Knowing of her past, she didn’t trust easily. But, you respected that. Some time passed and you found yourself easily engaging in conversation with the redhead, just not with words. Going on early morning runs, and finding each other down by the pond with a book in hand or Natasha lying on her back under the magnolia tree looking up at the pink colors of the sunset. You would hand her the lunch you made. No words needed to be spoken then. It was as if you both understood each other with a nod of the head or a small smile from the redhead that never failed to make you feel butterflies.

It was not a secret that you liked the older woman, especially when your best friend read your mind.

“Wanda seriously you need to stop doing that.”

“I’m sorry but your thoughts are just so LOUD. I mean WOW y/n you really need to keep it in your pants-“

“Okay, okay, okay stop please I beg.”

Wanda Maximoff, the cause of your headache in the first place. Sparring with the scarlet witch is without a doubt, no joke.

“Sorry.” The redhead mumbles under her breath it’s almost hard to catch.

You see her shift in her seat switching from her man spread position to hunch over her legs. A streak of light showcases the left side of her face.

Your eyes trail down from her sharp jaw down to her black suit, suddenly stopping when you notice a dark spot of red on her lower abdomen.

“Nat, you’re bleeding.” You gasp in a hushed tone.

You freeze.

“No it’s- it’s not mine.” She says shaking her head and from her hoarse voice you can tell she’s trying not to cry.

There’s a small silence as you watch the woman look down as to avoid your gaze.

You forget about the cup in your hand and rush to her side, kneeling before her.

You watch as tears roll down her face, and her left eye twitch as the tears don’t stop falling. You don’t know much about the mission she was sent on, just that she was the only one assigned by Fury to take it. In his words “Romanoff is the only person for the job.”

Unsure of your next move, you delicately place your hands on her face. Her cold face suddenly warmed by both your hands and her tears. She looks beautiful even now, with patches of red appearing on her face as she cries. You slowly bring your lips to catch a falling tear on her cheek, and do the same for the other side of her face.

Natasha has stopped crying now and her breath is caught in her throat by your actions, but you can’t bring yourself to stop. Ever since you were little, you wished to carry everyone else’s burdens on, to take the pain away. So that’s what you did, by gently kissing all of Natasha’s tears off her face. You slide your hands down to her neck and observe her.

Natasha is still, eyes closed and her pink lips slightly parted. You want her so bad. To taste her lips and kiss her under that same magnolia tree by the pond. To hold her in your arms and have all of her.

Without thinking, your hands gently pull Natasha in and your lips connect.

The kiss is unreciprocated at first, the spy too caught up in the moment to believe it was real. So you slightly pull away and begin to ramble an apology when Natasha suddenly pulls you back in and kisses you.

This time it’s your turn to be shocked, but still you kiss her back slowly.

Her lips are soft and plump, and they taste of the salt from her tears.

It stays this way for a while, just taking each other in slowly.

Natasha’s hands find their way down to your abdomen and the kiss deepens as you feel her tongue slip into your mouth. You let out a low moan and break the kiss with a giggle.

“Nat,”

Her head rests against your forehead now and her nose nuzzles into yours causing you to giggle once more.

“Natasha.”

She lets out a soft hum to let you know she’s listening and finally opens her eyes.

You tilt your head with a slight smirk and she blushes.

“Sorry,” she rasps out.

You shake your head in disagreement.

“What for?”

It’s quiet now and all that can be heard is her heavy breathing and the wind picking up from outside.

“Why don’t we get you cleaned up and ready for bed, it’s late Natty.”

“Natty?”

“Don’t tease or I won’t let you sleep with me tonight.”

She lets out a breathy laugh and her face softens, her smile falls.

“I don’t know y/n.” She whispers.

Your eyebrows furrow at her words.

“Oh sorry If I had the wrong idea I’ll just go then-“

She grabs hold of your hands to stop you from leaving and shakes her head. She looks to the floor once more.

“No it’s not that y/n.”

Your left hand escapes her hold and moves to lift her chin up to look at you. You wait for her to speak. Knowing Natasha, there were things she didn’t speak about and certain topics the team knew not to bring up. Only Clint could talk to her, and even then he admitted to having a hard time in getting the widow to open up.

“I just…”

Her gaze moves back to the ground and the breath she lets out is shaky.

“I just haven’t had someone look after me like that in a long time.” She mumbles under her breath.

You think to yourself for a moment before moving your hands to intertwine with hers and you gently place a kiss on her bruised knuckles. It’s incredulous you think. That someone as caring and complex as she, didn’t have anyone to return the favor. It was a shock to find out that Natasha did not lead the avengers, when she took care of everyone. When Tony would get into trouble with Pepper, she was the one to make them talk. When Bucky and Sam would argue like children, she was the one to give them a stern look that would immediately make them shut up. She would also tease Peter about being the better arachnid, at which he would stutter his way through agreeing with her as he was intimidated by the older woman. She was the heart of the team, and yet no one seemed to return the favor.

“I’ll always take care of you, Nat.” you whisper.

She lets out a shaky breath and her green eyes lift to stare into yours. You lean in and kiss her once more and when the kiss is broken, her forehead lands onto yours and she releases a breathy laugh. You raise your eyebrow as if to question her and Natasha smirks with a proud look on her face.

“So I’m sleeping with you now?”

You sigh and roll your eyes, shifting up from your kneeling position, and begin to walk away from her. She laughs at your annoyance.

“Y/n, aren’t you forgetting something?”

You stop in your tracks and turn around to see her smirk only grow larger.

“What?”

Her eyes roll to her side as if pointing to the kitchen.

“Your water.”

You groan and continue to walk away. From a distance you yell at Natasha to bring your water when she comes into your room. She stays seated for a moment smiling to herself by your behavior. She thinks of how lucky she is to finally have you, after putting up with the bad sandwiches you would occasionally make her for lunch. Clint would tease her for doing so, but she didn’t mind. She would continue to do it for you, and only you.