Natalia (the_black_widow) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-08-24 05:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, natasha romanoff (black widow), stahma tarr |
Date night in.
Who: Nat and Stahma
What: Goofing off
When: Two weeks before the demons
Where: Their house
Rating: PG
Status: Complete
There were no disasters. No attacks. No threats. For once, Natasha felt like everything was okay. It was almost too slow. But a too slow night was just what she needed, and what she thought Stahma needed too. She flopped across Stahma’s lap, smiling up at her. “How do you feel about Pizza?”
Was she high? Maybe a little tipsy, anyway. There was an opened can on the counter.
It was definitely nice to have a quiet night at home like this. Stahma was surprisingly okay with the fact that things were slow now. After all the crap revolving around Stahma being framed for murder and everything that had led to, it was nice to just sit and relax with her girlfriend. She looked down at the redhead as she flopped in her lap, tilting her head and lifting her eyebrows in response to the question.
“That entirely depends. Are you asking because you wish to order pizza? Or is this a general question?” She asked, brushing her fingers through Natasha’s hair.
When Natasha drank, it was usually heavily, and even then a rare thing. That she was only a little tipsy spoke highly of her mood. She beamed up at Stahma. “Почему бы и нет?”
Stahma had to chuckle, having noted the open can on the counter. “Мне нравится пицца, пока на ней есть мясо.” Stahma tended to eat more meat than vegetables and fruits, mostly because of being Castithan, they had a lot of meat in their diet. Still, she could eat vegetables and fruits without a problem.
“Supreme it is,” Natasha agreed. She pulled her phone out of its boob-holster, then followed that up by removing her bra. “With some chicken fingers on the side. So unhealthy, but I don’t really care right now.”
She looked back up at Stahma, after ordering. “And my phone is going to be turned off now. You have me all to yourself.”
If there was an emergency, her phone would turn back on automatically, but that feature only activated if it was something dire and pressing.
She eyed the boob-holster, then smirked a bit as Natasha removed her bra. “I do not care about it being healthy either.” Stahma was skinny, and she could probably stand to put on a couple more pounds anyways. She kept her fingers in Natasha’s hair, playing with the red strands, twirling them around her index finger.
“Mm I quite enjoy the sound of that. I enjoy having you all to myself.” It was something she wished to take full advantage of. “Perhaps after we have eaten, you would like to join me in the bath?” The Castithan-style bath, though Stahma preferred bathing in the nude. After all, the husband from her dreams wasn’t here to state otherwise on that matter. There were some Castithan traditions that she didn’t abide by in this life, and she felt it was better that way.
“Just where is your mind going, hmm?” Natasha couldn’t help teasing her. She knew what bathing meant to Stahma and she didn’t mind it. In fact she enjoyed it. The fact that Stahma would either be naked or in that cute little outfit had nothing to do with it, naturally.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She teased back with a smirk. “Though I do not hear you complaining about it. Besides, it’s always nice to take a relaxing bath with a beautiful woman.” While Stahma was quite the sexual creature, she’d come to really enjoy snuggling and lounging around with Natasha. For instance, like their current position.
“Not one complaint from down here.” Nat rolled onto her side and nuzzled her face into Stahma’s lap. Nat was feeling extra affectionate, and lounging around with Stahma was sometimes a luxury she needed to allow herself more often.
“Good, I rather like relaxing with you.” Stahma smiled, watching Natasha. The way Natasha nuzzled her reminded her of a cat. She had to smile and while the fingers of one hand still played with Natasha’s hair, her other hand trailed along her arm.
Natasha’s eyes fluttered shut, and she got a very cat-like smile. “I was thinking of going blonde. What do you think?”
It wasn’t her best color, but she’d used it under cover a lot of times.
“Blonde?” Stahma tilted her head, eyeing Natasha. She was picturing her with blonde hair. “I think you could pull it off. Though what shade of blonde? Platinum? Dirty blonde?”
“That’s the fun part.” Natasha spread her hair out on Stahma’s lap. “I’ve got wigs of all those colors and more. We could make a fashion show of it before worrying about dye.”
“I think that would be very nice and fun to do,” Stahma smiled. She combed her fingers through Natasha’s hair. “What hair color do you like best on you?” She was curious about that. Stahma liked the red, but she felt Natasha would also look striking as a dark brunette.
“Red.” Natasha answered immediately. “It’s what I was born with. It might be too distinctive at times, but I also like that. Sometimes you need to be a little flashy to get people to ignore you.” It seemed counter intuitive, but it worked a lot of the time. “I’m not sure who I’d be otherwise…”
“The red suits your personality.” She smiled. “Though I understand, sometimes one must be flashy. It is sometimes the best way to make people ignore you when you need to go unnoticed.” Sometimes it was blending in too much that got one noticed.
“Am I fiery, or is there another reason it does?” Natasha reached up, her fingers stroking down the side of Stahma’s cheek. “Are you going to read me by my hair color, sweetheart?”
“You can be a bit fiery, yes. Though it also suits you for your skills. I always found it both ironic and attractive that you were trained as an assassin and your hair is the color of blood.” Stahma was not a normal woman, she found things attractive that most people probably wouldn’t. She leaned into Natasha’s touch. “Not entirely, though you going blonde may suggest you’re feeling playful. What is that saying, blondes have all the fun?”
That brought a smile to Nat’s full lips. She liked the poetic nature of Stahma’s words. Her hair the color of blood certainly suited her profession. “I always did say I had red on my ledger. And you might be right. I’ve been feeling a little more playful and .. normal lately.”
“Perhaps we should take advantage of this playfulness, hm? Though normal, what is this ‘normal’ you speak of, love?” Stahma asked. It was a good question, really. Stahma was anything but normal, and she wondered if there was even such a thing as normal.
“That part of my life when all I had to worry about was what’s for dinner, the cat, and the next Game of Thrones episode,” Natasha replied. “So…. Never.”
“I wonder if there’s even a so-called ‘normal’ at all. Normal tends to be relative, and I am rather fond of our version of normal.” She was still combing her fingers through Natasha’s hair. She couldn’t help it, she liked playing with it. She didn’t care what color it was, but Stahma would be a little sad if Natasha cut her hair off.
“Mm. Cuddling on the couch after a nice assassination?” Not that she’d assassinated anyone recently, as tempting as certain targets might be. Some things just weren’t considered a good thing to do, depending on who one asked.
“Yes, just like that,” Stahma said with a smile. She never asked Natasha about her work. There were some things that should never be asked about. Natasha’s line of work was one of them. Another was Stahma’s less-than-legal dealings. Besides, if Stahma absolutely needed to know something from Natasha’s line of work, she trusted that her girlfriend would tell her.
Anything that Stahma needed to know, Natasha shared. And while Natasha was nosy, there were some things she left for Stahma to keep to herself. But she probably knew more about everyone else than what they knew about her. “Mm. I love you.”
“I love you, too.” She smiled warmly, twirling some of Natasha’s hair around her finger. She trailed the index finger of her other hand along Natasha’s jaw. “I love these quiet moments with you.” Though, of course, they could be made less quiet when sex got involved, which Stahma also loved.
Stahma’s actions were very cute, and Natasha wasn’t going to say so. Instead, she closed her eyes, tilting her head so that Stahma’s finger had more trail to follow. “We should have them more often. I’m sorry that we don’t. Maybe it should be a weekly thing.”
Smiling, her finger traced along that trail of Natasha’s jaw. Once she’d gotten as far as she could, she trailed her finger back the way it had come. “Do not apologize, though I agree that we should make it a thing. A version of a date night.” Only obviously being a night in instead of a night out.
Few things were as wonderful as what Stahma was doing right now. Nat’s skin tingled, and she groaned softly, squirming just a little bit in her lap. “Date night in. Twice a week if we can manage it.”
Seeing the way Nat squirmed, Stahma smirked, lightly trailing her finger down along the side of her neck. “So long as Orange County is not being invaded, and you are not on a mission, I believe we can manage twice a week.”
Her mouth opened a little, a soft exhale of breath escaping it. “I just need to not work so hard. Leave the office on occasion. I didn’t move in here not to spend more time with my girlfriend.”
She’d almost slipped and called Stahma her fiance, which wasn’t happening, not even a little. Nat didn’t do that kind of attachment.
“Perhaps I can give you some more incentive to leave the office on occasion. Though if you did not work hard, you would not be who you are nor the woman that I love.” Stahma smiled, her finger tracing its way down Natasha’s neck to her collarbone.
“Now, I really need to know what kind of incentive we’re talking about here,” Natasha replied, her yes still closed and her mouth still open. She sounded a little distant, and obviously distracted. And very, very relaxed. It was a nice feeling.
“I rather think it’s an incentive to be shown, not spoken of,” Stahma purred. Her finger trailed along Natasha’s collarbone. She enjoyed the look on her girlfriend’s face. It was obvious that Natasha was relaxed, and she liked that image.
“I’m watching.” Her eyes were still closed, and there was amusement in her voice. She so rarely relaxed, that it felt rather nice. And yet there was a feeling in her gut like something was happening and she should be there. She ignored it. Relax. Relaxing. She could do that.
“Indeed you are,” she responded. Stahma was well aware that even though her eyes were closed, Natasha could still watch her. After tracing her collarbone, Stahma slid her finger up to Natasha’s shoulder and she started to give her a shoulder rub with one hand, her other one still occupied with the red hair. It was a very good shoulder rub. She was talented with her hands, after all.
Letting out a soft groan, Natasha tilted her head to the side. “With a technique like that, you could get me to say anything you wanted. It’s a very dangerous ability. You could get yourself and me into so much trouble.”
Smiling widely, Stahma continued to rub Natasha’s shoulder. “Then it is a technique I should use wisely.” Not that Stahma was ever prone to doing things without careful consideration, but she wasn’t wanting to get either of them into trouble with it. Unless it was on purpose and would be fun, of course.
“Come here.” Nat reached up, sliding her hand behind the back of Stahma’s neck. She pulled her down while lifting her own head up, and kissed her deeply and longingly.
She kissed Natasha back deeply and longingly. She tangled a hand into the hair at the back of Natasha’s head, holding her close. Kissing Natasha was not something she would ever get enough of.
Kissing Stahma wasn’t something Nat would ever get used to, nor get enough of. Every time, it felt like lightning on her lips, and it went straight through her center. She deepened the kiss, moaning into it and stroking her fingers into Stahma’s hair.
Abruptly, she broke it, letting her head fall back into Stahma’s lap. “Food should be here soon.”
She was a tease and she knew it.
“You are such a tease,” she commented bemusedly as she gazed at her girlfriend. But two could play at that game. Stahma’s finger went back to tracing its way along Natasha’s neck. Upon reaching her collarbone, Stahma’s finger trailed along her chest.
“Don’t know about you but it’s rude to answer the door mid-orgasm,” Natasha lifted her hand again, tracing circles in the side of Stahma’s neck. Her touch was light, like she was picking a lock, and her expression was deceptively innocent.
“I am simply returning the teasing favor,” she responded. Stahma tilted her head, exposing more of her neck for Natasha. Her finger traced little circles along Natasha’s chest. The touch was light, but she didn’t make further moves on her just yet.
“Beautiful,” Natasha whispered, reverting to Russian. She’d always felt like Russian didn’t get the respect it deserved as a foreign language.
“Not as beautiful as you,” Stahma murmured in Russian. She did love the Russian language. And she had been teaching Natasha how to speak Castithan, so for times when they did not wish others to understand what they were saying, that would be the perfect language to use. No one else on the planet knew the language.
Before Nat could respond, the gate intercom went off. She slid out of Stahma’s lap, grabbing her wallet off of the table and literally sauntering away, making sure Stahma could notice.
She definitely noticed the way Natasha sauntered off. It was a very beautiful sight. She remained seated, patiently awaiting her girlfriend’s return. She would behave herself for a little while, just long enough where they could eat a little of the pizza while it was fresh and hot.
As for Nat, she could bide her time as well. It would be a matter of seeing just who could or would give in first. And Natasha had no intention of losing that particular game.