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salmon_pink) wrote2015-04-18 08:57 pm
salmon_pink) wrote2015-04-18 08:57 pm
(MCU) Here It Goes Again
Title: Here It Goes Again
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Claire/Natasha
Rating: NC-17
Words: 490
Timeline: Post-Daredevil
Notes: Spoilers for Daredevil. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
mcufemslash, prompt "shower sex".
So this is Claire’s life now. Patching up superheroes and then falling into bed with them.
At least she found this one at the hospital, instead of a dumpster. That’s a step up, right?
Claire doesn’t even recognise her at first. Nearing the end of a rough double shift and at that point where she registers ailments rather than faces, so it doesn’t click just who she has her hands on. Examining an expanse of bruises across a pale back, grazes and smeared blood, and the injury reminds her so suddenly and sharply of Matt that it makes her glance up in surprise.
The woman looking down at her has laughing eyes and red hair and, holy shit, Claire’s seen her before. On the news, after that whole mess with HYDRA got blasted all over the Internet.
The Black Widow.
“How am I looking?” she asks, this smirk forming at the corner of her mouth to have caught Claire staring.
“Fine, you’re looking, it’s looking fine,” Claire manages. At least Matt was unconscious when she had her freak-out over first finding him. “You’ll need to keep it clean, uh -”
“Natasha,” the Black Widow offers. There’s something in her eyes, something that makes Claire need to swallow, need to press her thighs together.
She’s buzzing with adrenaline by the time she moves on to her next patient, but there’s work to do so Claire puts it out of her mind.
Until two days later. The end of her shift, a single, thankfully, and Natasha’s waiting in the shadows outside.
“Was wondering if you could help me,” she explains, one shoulder leaning against the wall. Smirking again.
“There’s a whole hospital of highly trained staff right behind you,” Claire points out oh-so-helpfully, her own smile colouring her voice.
Natasha laughs softly, pushing away from the wall. “See, it’s embarrassing,” she murmurs, voice low enough Claire has to lean in. “But I need someone to wash my back for me.”
Claire’s throat is dry again. “I did say to keep it clean.”
“You did,” Natasha agrees.
Half an hour later and Claire’s braced against her shower wall, head bowed, water running down her face. Hands against the tile, Natasha’s teeth in her shoulder, three fingers fucking her mercilessly. Her legs are shaking, knees locked in a vain attempt to keep herself upright.
Her whimper bounces off the walls when Natasha pulls away.
But then Natasha’s sliding into the space in front of her, sinking down so her knees are between Claire’s spread feet. Hands on Claire’s hips, eyes sparking as she stares up the length of Claire’s body.
“Thought I was supposed to be taking care of you,” Claire says, breathless, pulse pounding between her legs.
“Don’t worry, we’ll get to that,” Natasha says, and then she’s hauling Claire in, mouth even hotter than the water as she rubs herself against Claire’s cunt.
So this is Claire’s life now.
She’s not complaining.
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Claire/Natasha
Rating: NC-17
Words: 490
Timeline: Post-Daredevil
Notes: Spoilers for Daredevil. For
mcufemslash, prompt "shower sex".So this is Claire’s life now. Patching up superheroes and then falling into bed with them.
At least she found this one at the hospital, instead of a dumpster. That’s a step up, right?
Claire doesn’t even recognise her at first. Nearing the end of a rough double shift and at that point where she registers ailments rather than faces, so it doesn’t click just who she has her hands on. Examining an expanse of bruises across a pale back, grazes and smeared blood, and the injury reminds her so suddenly and sharply of Matt that it makes her glance up in surprise.
The woman looking down at her has laughing eyes and red hair and, holy shit, Claire’s seen her before. On the news, after that whole mess with HYDRA got blasted all over the Internet.
The Black Widow.
“How am I looking?” she asks, this smirk forming at the corner of her mouth to have caught Claire staring.
“Fine, you’re looking, it’s looking fine,” Claire manages. At least Matt was unconscious when she had her freak-out over first finding him. “You’ll need to keep it clean, uh -”
“Natasha,” the Black Widow offers. There’s something in her eyes, something that makes Claire need to swallow, need to press her thighs together.
She’s buzzing with adrenaline by the time she moves on to her next patient, but there’s work to do so Claire puts it out of her mind.
Until two days later. The end of her shift, a single, thankfully, and Natasha’s waiting in the shadows outside.
“Was wondering if you could help me,” she explains, one shoulder leaning against the wall. Smirking again.
“There’s a whole hospital of highly trained staff right behind you,” Claire points out oh-so-helpfully, her own smile colouring her voice.
Natasha laughs softly, pushing away from the wall. “See, it’s embarrassing,” she murmurs, voice low enough Claire has to lean in. “But I need someone to wash my back for me.”
Claire’s throat is dry again. “I did say to keep it clean.”
“You did,” Natasha agrees.
Half an hour later and Claire’s braced against her shower wall, head bowed, water running down her face. Hands against the tile, Natasha’s teeth in her shoulder, three fingers fucking her mercilessly. Her legs are shaking, knees locked in a vain attempt to keep herself upright.
Her whimper bounces off the walls when Natasha pulls away.
But then Natasha’s sliding into the space in front of her, sinking down so her knees are between Claire’s spread feet. Hands on Claire’s hips, eyes sparking as she stares up the length of Claire’s body.
“Thought I was supposed to be taking care of you,” Claire says, breathless, pulse pounding between her legs.
“Don’t worry, we’ll get to that,” Natasha says, and then she’s hauling Claire in, mouth even hotter than the water as she rubs herself against Claire’s cunt.
So this is Claire’s life now.
She’s not complaining.