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It was 2 am.
You tossed in bed, cold biting at your fingers through your linen sheets and an even frostier mood were all that accompanied you on your mission this past week. You were in the middle of nowhere in Siberia, when a snowstorm crashed down upon you as you were monitoring a rumored functional Hydra base. The room was dark, only a faint blue glow from the moon filtered in through snow-plagued windows, and if you focused too hard on the ice outside, the icier it felt in your bones.
You longed desperately for the warmth of the fire that usually sleeps in your bed. A soft smile crept up your face at the thought of her.
Natasha.
She called every day as much as she could, pride and reputation be damned. She yearned for you equally, your touch, your voice. This mission was honestly the first time you’d really spent a while apart and it was killing you. Typically you’d be sent out together, but Nat was unfortunately already scheduled for a day-long mission the day you were supposed to be leaving. Her hug and bruising kiss still tingled against your lips when you thought of it, the feeling of her smaller frame pressed against you, hesitant to let go. You loved her to a ridiculous amount, though you were yet to tell her that particular tidbit of information.
You grumbled.
You needed to take your mind off that certain shortcoming of yours. You were just about to give up on sleeping and go out into the storm when suddenly, your phone rang. You couldn’t help but smile. You knew exactly who it was calling you in the middle of the night. You picked up, dumb grin plastered on your face.
“Baby,” she started, liquid seduction pouring through the line, “I miss you.” A hesitance. “I miss you so much.”
You relaxed onto the bed and tucked your hand under your head, the other holding the phone, “God, I miss you too, angel. It’s so good to hear your voice.” Something about her current presence on the other end of the line soothed the ache of cold in your bones.
She hummed, and you could almost hear the smile in the sound. “It’s good to hear yours too. How is the mission going? When will you be home?”
Who would have thought? Natasha Romanoff , desperate to see you again. Your night was turning up. “The mission is okay, babe. Intel is trickling in slowly but surely, so I should hopefully be home in about 3 days.”
“3 days? ” She whined. You imagined her in bed, smacking the sheets in frustration and it made you chuckle. Everything about the redhead you loved, and had learned by heart now, after 2 years of friendship and about 4 months of dating.
“What? You want me gone for longer?” You teased, and at her responding scoff you laughed again.
“But, I miss you.” She repeated and you smiled again.
“I know, sweetheart and I miss you too bu- ” you tried, intent on appeasing the definite pout you pictured on her lips, but she cut you off.
“No,” she said. Another pause. “I miss you.” Her voice dropped to a deadly purr, and you swallowed.
Oh.
Desire immediately began pooling in your gut, and your body temperature started spiking. Your breath hitched and the silence that followed made her giggle, a dulcet, smug sound that had no business being as sexy as it was. Natasha knew damn well the effect she had on you, how her mere presence could drive you crazy, and compelled you to drag her into your room to make her moan your name.
“I miss you so much , Daddy,” she whispered to you, ending the silence as you regained your bearings. She loved calling you that, loved watching the way your eyes zeroed in on her lips and your pupils dilated when she said it. You heard her rustling in the sheets and you knew she was being just as affected as you.
You were finally ready to respond to her, picturing her lithe, toned body coiling in your shared bed, arousal surging through her. Her usual steady breaths were starting to deepen, her voice was low, pleading so gently, hoping you would play with her.
You hummed and she whined softly in anticipation. “What are you wearing, princess?”
A chuckle filled your ears and you smiled at her sheer mischief. “Well, I was wearing my combat suit.”
You held your breath for a moment. “And now?”
A soft inhale, and an even softer whisper. “Nothing, Daddy.”
Your jaw clenched hard, eyes clamping shut and you could hear the wicked smirk playing at her lips. You were so acutely familiar with her body, every dimple, every curve and freckle, every scar. Visions of her flooded your brain, eyes that seemed so vulnerable and yet so predatory, and a body built out of skill and dedication, worthy of nothing but praise. You practically felt her hot breath on your ear, wicked chuckle enticing you. A temptress, primed and waiting, an expert with no equal.
You took aim.
“Fuck, such a good girl. So ready and willing for me. I bet you’re already so wet just thinking about me.”
A breathy moan and its accompanying whimper were all you needed to know you had hit your mark. You waited for her answer.
“I’m soaked, Daddy. Just dripping after thinking about you all day.”
“And what have you been thinking about, sweetheart?” Your voice rasped at her, that well practiced tone that made her shiver.
For a moment, all you heard was her soft panting, as she readied herself for you. The gentle rustle of smooth fabric beneath her, and you knew she was writhing on the bed at your question. “I thought about you inside me… The way you’d take me when you come back home, and feel me again… How soft and warm I am for you.” She was panting harder now. You knew she couldn’t help herself anymore, she couldn’t stand any more teasing. “God, I wish my fingers were yours instead, baby.”
You couldn’t help the groan that came out at that, and she moaned in response. The mere thought that she was turning you on was driving her crazy.
“I miss you so much, princess. The things I would do to you if I was there…” you pulled your lower lip between your teeth, fingers tightened on the pillow below your head, your bed warming up as your arousal grew.
“Tell me,” She breathed, “tell me what you would do to me.” She gasped out after the words left her, and you could almost see the way she gingerly toyed with her already sensitive clit.
You shut your eyes. Pictured her. Let yourself focus on the sounds she was making, and the way she made you feel. You focused on what you only wished you could touch and experience right now.
“I would kiss you… so deeply, and slip my tongue into your mouth,” you started.
“And I would suck on it,” she hissed, breath sharp and moan sinful.
Your exhale was harsh, and she whimpered gently, absolutely enraptured with every noise you made.
“I would kiss down your throat, and bite the soft skin on your neck, and kiss all the way down to your chest,” you continued, her panting getting louder and louder, “and I would finally get down to your breasts and suck your nipple into my mouth. You know you love how wet and hot my mouth is, Natty.”
“ God , yes I do, Daddy. They’re so stiff right now for you.”
You bit your lip at that teasing name, and at the thought of her soft, supple breasts in your grasp, kneading it and playing with them as you made Nat whimper and stare so pleadingly at you. She had the most beautiful chest you had ever seen. Pink, rosy nipples sat proudly atop the smoothest, most perfect porcelain mounds, and they were always full and warm in your hand. They were so sensitive for her, and the feeling of your lips wrapped around them, tugging on them, slick tongue flickering at the bud made her a mess beneath you. She would grip your hair, press you down hard, and you would suck on them until all she could do was whine. Then when you lathered the other breast in your affections, she would cup your cheeks hard, roughly pulling you up to kiss her thanks and impatience into your mouth.
“Are you playing with them, pretty girl?” you whispered, knowing the delicate game you were engaged in.
“Yes,” she mewled, “I’m just tugging on them, they’re very sensitive.”
You groaned darkly, “Oh? Do you want me to suck on them?”
“Fuck, baby.” Her words were but heavy breaths right now, each pant harder and faster than the last.
“That isn’t a yes, princess. Tell me what you want me to do to them.”
“I want you to suck on them, please, Daddy,” she begged, and you heard the gentle moan at the end of the sentence. “I want your mouth on me so bad.”
Her voice was so pitiful, so drenched in need and desire, you didn’t know what to do with yourself.
“I would, baby. I would suck them so good, and nip them with my teeth.”
She whined hard, and you knew she was pinching at her nipples, emulating your words, trying her best to do to herself what you would be doing to her.
“What else? Please… tell me what else,” she pleaded.
“I would kiss down your ribs, down your stomach, biting at you, teasing you. Making you so needy for me.”
“Fuck… so needy…”
God, she would be the death of you. You listened intently. Listened to the movement of her body against the sheets, her quick breaths and moans and whimpers. You listened to the low gasp as she touched a part of herself that was sensitive. You listened to her motion, and then you heard it. The telltale sound of her arousal.
“I can fucking hear how wet you are for me,” you growled, voice low and dangerous, and she chucked at you.
“Mmmm, can you, baby? Can you hear this?”
The sound of the phone shifting was the next thing you heard and you knew she moved it between her thighs. You held your breath, and you don’t think you ever paid attention to a phone call this much in your life. Finally, the sound of liquid heat came through the line, and you moaned as you heard Nat’s delicious arousal coating her fingers, and the speed and intensity of her hand moving against her centre. She had put the call on loudspeaker, because her voice came through next. “Do you see what you do to me, Daddy? How ready I am for you?”
Your eyes rolled back, and you gripped the sheets so hard your fingers hurt. “Fuck,” you moaned.
You heard her move the phone, and her voice came through, so throaty and so teeming with lust that you felt yourself ache. “I wish you were here, so you could be inside me,” she whispered.
At your responding helpless groan, she chuckled. So wicked, so full of desire, so aware of her own potent sexuality. A true succubus.
You had enough. You needed to hear her come apart for you, to pull the teasing from her tone and break it into the sobbing, pleading whimper of her orgasm.
“Then do it, slut.”
You heard her breath hitch. You smiled, victory spreading across your face. You knew you had her. “What is it, Nat? Don’t you want me inside you?”
She practically whined at you. “Yes… So bad.”
“Then fuck yourself for me. Put those fingers in and do it just like you know I would.”
The gentlest sound of affirmation came from the redhead and you heard a sharp gasp next, as you could only imagine her fingers slipping into her and wish they were your own.
“God, baby… you feel so fucking good.”
“I would fuck you so deep with my fingers, princess. Do you want my mouth on you?”
“Fuck yes please. Please put your mouth on me.”
You chuckled as she panted harder. You knew she was fucking herself faster, chasing her climax. It would only take a little more now to tip her over the edge.
“I would, baby. I would lick you, and flicker my tongue on you, all while my fingers just thrust harder.”
“So close, baby” she barely breathed the words out, and you knew she was cresting.
“Cum for me, Nat. Cum on my fingers.”
“ Fuck, Y/N!” she screamed out, and you were sure the rest of the compound heard her. You didn’t care who heard though, and you know she didn’t either. But God, you could burst into flames right there from the sound of her alone.
Her panting was starting to ease, and the adrenaline of hearing her orgasm mixed with the sheer happiness you felt from just being able to talk to her was getting to you. You were about to jump the gun and do something impulsive and possibly disastrous, but you needed to say it.
“Nat.”
“Mmmm. Yes, baby?”
“I love you.”
A different hesitance this time. Fuck. You didn’t just screw this up, did you? You waited. All you heard was the sound of her breath. Calculated as ever.
It seemed like too long.
“Nat-”
“Really?”
You blinked. Huh?
“Of course I do, love, what-”
“I love you too, Y/N,” she whispered, and you don’t think you’ve ever heard her sound so delicate before. “I love you more than you could imagine.”
You smiled, and you heard the softest giggle come from what you could only imagine was a grinning Natasha.
Maybe the cold wasn’t so bad after all.