(MCU) Striking
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salmon_pinkTitle: Striking
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Natasha/Wanda
Rating: NC-17
Words: 250
Notes: Spoilers for Avengers: Age Of Ultron. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
femslash100's Drabbletag, prompt "sparring".
“Training,” Natasha says simply, tilting her head towards the doorway.
She ignores the twitch of Steve’s mouth, the way he’s carefully trying not to laugh.
Wanda bites her lip, doing an impressive job of looking serious as she nods and stands. Following Natasha from the room, and in their defence they do head to the gym. They even get a few sets in, although it’s not really about practicing the strikes she’s been teaching Wanda.
Wanda moves like a dancer, rhythmic and hypnotic, but hand-to-hand combat doesn’t come easy for her. Which gives Natasha a nice excuse for all these private one-on-one sessions, where she gets to rile Wanda up, get her nice and sweaty, hair sticking to her neck and this edge of frustration as she works on every new combo.
It doesn’t last long. Natasha’s too impatient, and Wanda’s eyes are dark and hungry, looking to her, always looking to her.
Natasha stalks closer like a predator, just to hear the hitch in Wanda’s breathing.
She fucks Wanda against the pommel horse, legs spread and panties shoved in her mouth to keep Wanda quiet. Not that anyone would be stupid enough to interrupt them when the Black Widow demands the gym to herself, but Natasha likes the way it muffles every groan Wanda can’t hold back.
Wanda rolls her hips, rocking into every thrust of Natasha’s fingers, so slick for her. And hey, maybe it’s not the usual definition of sparring, but Natasha figures it counts just fine.
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Natasha/Wanda
Rating: NC-17
Words: 250
Notes: Spoilers for Avengers: Age Of Ultron. For
femslash100's Drabbletag, prompt "sparring".“Training,” Natasha says simply, tilting her head towards the doorway.
She ignores the twitch of Steve’s mouth, the way he’s carefully trying not to laugh.
Wanda bites her lip, doing an impressive job of looking serious as she nods and stands. Following Natasha from the room, and in their defence they do head to the gym. They even get a few sets in, although it’s not really about practicing the strikes she’s been teaching Wanda.
Wanda moves like a dancer, rhythmic and hypnotic, but hand-to-hand combat doesn’t come easy for her. Which gives Natasha a nice excuse for all these private one-on-one sessions, where she gets to rile Wanda up, get her nice and sweaty, hair sticking to her neck and this edge of frustration as she works on every new combo.
It doesn’t last long. Natasha’s too impatient, and Wanda’s eyes are dark and hungry, looking to her, always looking to her.
Natasha stalks closer like a predator, just to hear the hitch in Wanda’s breathing.
She fucks Wanda against the pommel horse, legs spread and panties shoved in her mouth to keep Wanda quiet. Not that anyone would be stupid enough to interrupt them when the Black Widow demands the gym to herself, but Natasha likes the way it muffles every groan Wanda can’t hold back.
Wanda rolls her hips, rocking into every thrust of Natasha’s fingers, so slick for her. And hey, maybe it’s not the usual definition of sparring, but Natasha figures it counts just fine.
