(MCU) Verisimilitude
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salmon_pinkTitle: Verisimilitude
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Natasha/Sharon
Rating: PG-13
Words: 250
Notes: Spoilers for Captain America: The Winter Soldier. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
femslash100, prompt "guilt".
Natasha bites at Sharon’s bottom lip, feels fingernails rake across the back of her neck. Sharon has one leg cocked up beside Natasha’s hip, the other wedged between Natasha’s thighs, her back pressing down into the couch cushions. Natasha grins, grinds down and twists into the friction, and Sharon moans against her mouth.
Which is when the screen of Sharon’s phone starts flashing red.
“Shit,” Sharon breathes, reaching for it distractedly, flicking her thumb so a camera feed from outside the building fills the screen. A motorcycle has just pulled up against the curb. Steve’s home.
“Let me guess, time for you to be out in the hall, ready to play the good neighbour?” Natasha asks, voice all fake nonchalance, trailing kisses down the side of Sharon’s neck.
“It’s my assignment,” Sharon reminds her. “I have to go.”
“I bet I can give you a good reason to stay right here on this couch,” Natasha smirks back.
On the screen, Steve is letting himself in the main door.
“I have to go,” Sharon repeats, but she’s not moving, fingers playing with Natasha’s hair.
“Think of it as believability,” Natasha encourages, writhing a little above her. “If you’re in the hall every night, Steve will get suspicious. He’s sharp like that.”
Sharon rolls her eyes, but Natasha can feel her relaxing again. “You’re so full of crap.”
“No need to feel guilty about ducking work when it’s to better your cover,” Natasha teases, and Sharon shuts her up with a kiss.
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Natasha/Sharon
Rating: PG-13
Words: 250
Notes: Spoilers for Captain America: The Winter Soldier. For
femslash100, prompt "guilt".Natasha bites at Sharon’s bottom lip, feels fingernails rake across the back of her neck. Sharon has one leg cocked up beside Natasha’s hip, the other wedged between Natasha’s thighs, her back pressing down into the couch cushions. Natasha grins, grinds down and twists into the friction, and Sharon moans against her mouth.
Which is when the screen of Sharon’s phone starts flashing red.
“Shit,” Sharon breathes, reaching for it distractedly, flicking her thumb so a camera feed from outside the building fills the screen. A motorcycle has just pulled up against the curb. Steve’s home.
“Let me guess, time for you to be out in the hall, ready to play the good neighbour?” Natasha asks, voice all fake nonchalance, trailing kisses down the side of Sharon’s neck.
“It’s my assignment,” Sharon reminds her. “I have to go.”
“I bet I can give you a good reason to stay right here on this couch,” Natasha smirks back.
On the screen, Steve is letting himself in the main door.
“I have to go,” Sharon repeats, but she’s not moving, fingers playing with Natasha’s hair.
“Think of it as believability,” Natasha encourages, writhing a little above her. “If you’re in the hall every night, Steve will get suspicious. He’s sharp like that.”
Sharon rolls her eyes, but Natasha can feel her relaxing again. “You’re so full of crap.”
“No need to feel guilty about ducking work when it’s to better your cover,” Natasha teases, and Sharon shuts her up with a kiss.
