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[ Yay! She’s an ex-assassin turned vigilante, so could be helping out with the Avengers if they need it? Combat trainer for recruits, or something? Or just helping keep Nat on her toes :) I’m pretty open! ]

[Combat trainer sounds good. I like the idea of them being sparring partners turned more. Someone who can actually keep up with Nat! Let me know if this works! ]

It had been a long day. Training had been a shit show, but they'd gotten through it in one piece... More or less. Natasha had some stress to release and, for once, her first thought wasn't her own training regimen.

As soon as they were free, she grabbed Sara and tugged her to her room. She never asked if she was free or interested, but she had a feeling the other woman wouldn't be opposed to what she had in mind.

Which is precisely how they ended up naked in Natasha's bed. Nat smiled, pulling Sara in for another kiss as she trailed her fingers down her spine.

[ Sounds great! ]

They're in that perfect spot just as the adrenaline's still kicking and the soreness has yet to settle in. Training was touch and go, but that didn't keep Sara's mood from climbing, especially when Nat so unceremoniously dragged her back to her room.

She never did protest. Couldn't resist sneaking away with her for some one-on-one time, especially after all that rolling around on a mat.

She's grinning down at the redhead, meeting her for a slow but eager kiss, one hand drifting down to squeeze gently at her breast as her thumb circles her nipple.

"You were trying out some new moves today."

What could she say? Sara was the cure for what ailed her. Surrounded by so much macho testosterone, sometimes she just needed a womanly touch.

She happily returned that kiss, her fingers tracing the curve of Sarah's hip. She made a soft pleased noise at the attention being paid to her nipple. "Thanks for noticing. I can't make things too easy on you. You countered them pretty easily."

They really did need more women on the team. Not that Sara was lacking for eye candy.

She hummed contently, sucking softly on Nat’s lip before pressing a few kisses down her neck, her collarbone, down her chest to suckle softly at her nipple.

“Mmmm. Not that easily. But I do appreciate a new challenge.”

She'd been saying that since the beginning...

Nat's head fell back with a sigh, her eyes closing as Sara lavished her with kisses. Her hand slid up to cup her breast, kneading it softly.

"We both do. One of the reasons we make such a good team."

She sighed as Nat started to massage her breast, back arching into her touch as she dragged her teeth lightly over Nat’s nipple.

“One of many reasons,” she replied in a soft murmur, tongue swiping over her skin before licking and kissing over to her other breast.

The teeth on her nipple draw a low hum of pleasure from Natasha. In response, she lightly pinches Sara's nipple, rolling it between her fingers. Her other hand slips up her thigh to her hip, caressing her soft skin.

"We do work well together." She shivered as Sara's tongue danced over her chest.

She groans softly when Natasha starts to pinch and tease at her nipple, suckling a little harder in return before burying her face in her cleavage a moment.

“Mmm. We really do, don’t we?”

She starts to lick her way down to her stomach, crawling down to graze her teeth along her hip bone before licking and sucking at her inner thigh.

Natasha's in heaven. One hand falls away from Sara, while the other cards through her beautiful hair. She moans and trembles beneath her, perfectly content to let the other woman do whatever she wants to her. That's a level of trust not afforded to many.

She smiles, looking down her body at her. "In every way that matters."

She grins on her skin as she feels Natasha start to tremble, fairly certain she’s one of the few people on this base - hell, on this earth - that can be caught between Black Widow’s legs and not in a death grip.

She glances up to meet her gaze, a glint of mischief in her eyes. Her only response is to use two fingers to spread her folds open, using the fingers of her other hand to tease her clit in slow, small circles.

She's absolutely right in that regard. She's more likely to screw someone than let them go down on her. She can count on one hand the people she trusts to do that.

Nat keeps Sara's gaze for only a moment. Once she touches her clit her head falls back with a moan. Oh she's so very good at this.

Whatever they are, it's taken time to build. Sara's not one to trust all that easily, but here they are. Comfortable and intimate in a way she hasn't been with anyone in longer than she'd like to admit.

She grins as Nat writhes back on the bed at her touch, continuing the slow, teasing circles around her clit for a moment before her head dips down to lap her tongue over it with the same steady rhythm.

Nat tends not to think too hard about what they are. She knows they enjoy each other's company in every sense and work well in the field together. That's enough for her.

Once her finger is replaced by her tongue, Nat's hands clutch the sheets below her with a gasp. Shit, she knows how to use that beautiful mouth of hers.

Whatever they are, neither of them seem to feel the need to talk about it. They can just... be. Which is all Sara's really asking for.

Groaning softly at that soft gasp Nat gives her, she rests her hands on Nat's hips and starts to stroke her tongue lazily, gently over her clit, pausing a moment to wrap her lips around it and give it a slow suck. Then her tongue is right back to teasing it, massaging it, pace getting just a little quicker now.

It's all they're both asking for, really. It's a beautiful thing.

Nat loves that she can let herself go when she's with Sarah. Let herself be vulnerable and open. It also means she's far less restrained when it comes to sex. She's practically writhing on the bed as Sarah teases her clit so perfectly. When she speeds up, Nat cries out, her back arching.

And God, does she love when Nat let’s herself go. Sara gums against her skin, grip tight on her thighs as she starts to writhe, her lips suckling hungrily now on her clit. Dipping her head down to taste between her folds, she sucks a little harder on her clit before two fingers start to prod inside her.

It doesn't take much more than Sara's expert mouth to do it. She gasps and moans, one hand sliding down to tangle in Sara's hair. At the rate she's going it won't be long before she drives Nat straight over the edge. Her fingers draw another cry from her. She gasps, "Sara... Shit..."

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