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salmon_pinkTitle: Red For Warning
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe/X-Men (Movieverse)
Pairing: Natasha/Jean
Rating: PG
Words: 376
Timeline: Pre-X-Men 2
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fan_flashworks, prompt "red".
Summary: Jean fascinates and frustrates, and Natasha needs to know more.
There’s something about Jean that makes Natasha feel cautious. She’s not sure what it is, beyond the obvious. Jean’s from another universe, one that’s similar to Natasha’s own but the superheroes that fight there are called mutants and they don’t exactly get the fanfare that the Avengers do. Jean has powers, can lift things without touching them and creep into people’s minds, and just the thought of that sets Natasha’s teeth on edge.
But she won’t back away. Jean may make her feel cautious, but some things are worth the risk.
“Your hair is lovely,” Jean says over her coffee.
“It’s from a bottle,” Natasha informs her. It’s the truth, although it’s only a few shades closer to Jean’s vivid scarlet than her own natural rust colour. She gives a shark-like grin, sharp and showing teeth. “Everything about me is artificial.”
It’s the opposite of what she’d normally say, so used to blending into other people’s perceptions, keeping her falsehoods to herself. But she’s testing Jean, subtle but constant, trying to figure out just how deeply Jean might have delved into Natasha’s mind, despite assurances that she would never.
Jean only raises a eyebrow, mouth caught somewhere between a smile and a smirk, and Natasha can’t read her.
It’s infuriating, but also draws her in. Jean seems so sweet and benign, fiercely intelligent but gentle with it. She has a dry sense of humour, but she’s sensitive to others, which Natasha’s supposes makes sense, given her power set and the empathy that must come naturally with such gifts.
But there’s something beneath the surface, something Natasha can’t reach, something she’s not even sure Jean’s aware of. It’s bright and dangerous and alive, and Natasha suspects that if she gets too close, she’ll end up burned.
She wants to try anyway. She wants to feel the flames in Jean’s soul.
“What about you?” Natasha asks, chin propped on her fist and grinning wide. “Does the carpet match the drapes?”
Jean’s eyes get huge, and then she’s laughing, deep from her belly, and that fire flares bright enough to blind. A foot slides deliberately up the inside of Natasha’s calf, slow and sensual, Jean’s eyes sparkle at her, and Natasha’s confident that Jean is definitely worth the risk.
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe/X-Men (Movieverse)
Pairing: Natasha/Jean
Rating: PG
Words: 376
Timeline: Pre-X-Men 2
Notes: For
fan_flashworks, prompt "red".Summary: Jean fascinates and frustrates, and Natasha needs to know more.
There’s something about Jean that makes Natasha feel cautious. She’s not sure what it is, beyond the obvious. Jean’s from another universe, one that’s similar to Natasha’s own but the superheroes that fight there are called mutants and they don’t exactly get the fanfare that the Avengers do. Jean has powers, can lift things without touching them and creep into people’s minds, and just the thought of that sets Natasha’s teeth on edge.
But she won’t back away. Jean may make her feel cautious, but some things are worth the risk.
“Your hair is lovely,” Jean says over her coffee.
“It’s from a bottle,” Natasha informs her. It’s the truth, although it’s only a few shades closer to Jean’s vivid scarlet than her own natural rust colour. She gives a shark-like grin, sharp and showing teeth. “Everything about me is artificial.”
It’s the opposite of what she’d normally say, so used to blending into other people’s perceptions, keeping her falsehoods to herself. But she’s testing Jean, subtle but constant, trying to figure out just how deeply Jean might have delved into Natasha’s mind, despite assurances that she would never.
Jean only raises a eyebrow, mouth caught somewhere between a smile and a smirk, and Natasha can’t read her.
It’s infuriating, but also draws her in. Jean seems so sweet and benign, fiercely intelligent but gentle with it. She has a dry sense of humour, but she’s sensitive to others, which Natasha’s supposes makes sense, given her power set and the empathy that must come naturally with such gifts.
But there’s something beneath the surface, something Natasha can’t reach, something she’s not even sure Jean’s aware of. It’s bright and dangerous and alive, and Natasha suspects that if she gets too close, she’ll end up burned.
She wants to try anyway. She wants to feel the flames in Jean’s soul.
“What about you?” Natasha asks, chin propped on her fist and grinning wide. “Does the carpet match the drapes?”
Jean’s eyes get huge, and then she’s laughing, deep from her belly, and that fire flares bright enough to blind. A foot slides deliberately up the inside of Natasha’s calf, slow and sensual, Jean’s eyes sparkle at her, and Natasha’s confident that Jean is definitely worth the risk.
