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The acrid smell of ozone still impregnated S/N's skin, a ghost echo of hell she had just faced. His arm throbbed, a deaf and persistent pain under the charred fabric of his suit. An explosion of uncontrolled energy, a miscalculation in the heat of battle, an unpredictable turnaround. She staggered to the infirmary, the metallic smell of antiseptics already filling her nostrils.
"This burn is ugly, Y/N," Dr. Cho's voice, calm and precise, cut off the tinnitus in Y/N's ears. His fingers, cold and agile, traced the red and inflamed band on S/N's biceps. "It's deep. We need to keep the intern during the night to monitor if there is infection."
Y/N snorted, a short and dry sound. "During the night? Because of a little burn? I'm fine, Cho. Just take care of my injuries, I have training tomorrow." His gaze turned to the door, a restless energy pulsating under his skin.
A shadow was projected on the exam table. Natasha Romanoff, with a posture that radiated an almost predatory immobility, leaned against the door frame, arms crossed. His eyes, usually refined and calculating, contained a glow of something softer, something possessive.
"You're not going anywhere, solnyshko." Natasha's voice, a low purr, left no room for discussion. "Cho said you're going to stay, so you're going to stay. No discussion."
Y/S's jaw contracted. "Nat, it's just a burn. I've had worse." She tried to get up, but the repentant movement caused a sting of pain in her arm. She made a face.
Natasha moved, her hand meeting S/N's unharmed shoulder, a light touch like a feather that still anchored her. "Exactly. And you tried too hard. This is non-negotiable." She looked at Dr. Cho, a silent confirmation passing between them.
Dr. Cho nodded. "I'll prepare the bandages. Natasha is right, Y/N. Rest is essential." She turned around and disappeared behind a partition.
Y/N leaned back on the cold leather of the table, a sigh escaping from his lips. "You know I hate this place. It smells like... defeat."
Natasha's fingers began to massage Y/N's shoulder, at a slow and comforting pace. "It smells like a cure. And tonight, it smells like you're not alone." His research brushed the sensitive skin of S/N's neck, causing goosebumps in the spine, despite the pain. "You're going to stay with you."
"You don't need to," murmured Y/N, although a feeling of heat spread through his chest.
Natasha's lips curled into a slight complicit smile. "Oh, but I guarantee it. Who else would make sure you didn't go into spontaneous combustion while you sleep?" His eyes met those of Y/N, a silent promise. "Besides, I missed you."
Later, the infirmary room, usually sterile and cold, seemed different with Natasha's presence. The soft glow of the monitor projected long shadows through the white and immaculate walls. Y/N, with her bandaged arm resting on a pillow, was lying on the bed, the thin hospital apron a little disguising her curves. Natasha sat next to her, with an open book on her lap, although her gaze insisted on turning to Y/N.
"Are you really okay?" Natasha's voice was almost a voice, her fingers tracing the contour of Y/N's chin.
Y/N reached out to Natasha, intertwining her fingers. "Better now." The silent intimidation of the room, Natasha's unwavering focus, dissipated her previous frustration.
Natasha leaned over, her hot breath against Y/N's cheek. "Great. Because I have plans for us tonight." His lips brushed S/N's, a soft and hesitant kiss that quickly deepened. Y/N's mouth opened, inviting Natasha's tongue inside. Their tongues are found, a slow and sensual dance, with a taste of mint and something exclusively Natasha. Y/N feeling getting wet, a delicious burning starting in the lower abdomen.
Natasha found a little, her eyes dark with desire. "Your fire always burns so hard, even when you're hurt." His fingers, agile and experienced, found the bows of S/N's dress, untying them easily. The fabric opened, revealing the soft skin of S/N's chest and her firm breasts. Natasha's gaze went down, lingering on the thick rush of Y/N's penis, already semi-erect and pulsating.
Y/N sighed when Natasha's hand caressed the entire length of his penis, researching it brushing the sensitive glans. A low moan escaped his lips. "Natasha..."
Natasha silenced her with a gesture, her lips meeting Y/N's neck, biting gently, sucking the skin. Y/N arched at the touch, her hips rising instinctively.
"You're such a good girl for me," Natasha murmured in Y/N's ear, with a hoarse voice. His fingers worked with dexterity on Y/n's cock. Y/N's penis resisted, pulsating against Natasha's palm.
Y/N held his breath. "Please... more."
Natasha moved, sitting on S/N's hips, with her skirt even going up her thighs. She guided S/N's hard penis to the wet entrance of her vagina, a slow and deliberate movement. The glans of Y/N's penis pressed Natasha's opening, lubricated by her own desire. Natasha bent down, centimeter by centimeter, in a constant agony, welcoming Y/N inside herself. A soft and moist sound filled the silent room when Y/N's penis slid into Natasha's sheaths, filling her completely. Y/N moaned, a deep and guttural sound, as their bodies merged.
Natasha began to move at a slow and intense pace. Y/N's testicles hit gently against Natasha's buttocks with each lunge. The sensation was overwhelming, the friction of the skin with the skin, the humid heat involving his penis. Y/N's free hand found Natasha's breasts, her fingers tracing the stiff nipples, making Natasha gasp.
"Look at you, my burning girl," Natasha whispered, her voice choked by pleasure. She leaned over, kissing Y/N deeply, their tongues intertwining, saliva mixing. Y/N feeling a wave of pure pleasure. Her hips rose, following Natasha's rhythm, penetrating deeper, faster. The springs of the bed creaked softly, a rhythmic accompaniment for your love.
Y/N feeling the pressure increase, a heat wave forming inside her. His cock pulsated, it was ready to break. She moves Natasha closer, burying her face in her shoulder, inhaling her smell - sweat, perfume and the musty aroma of sex. Natasha spoke, her body tensed, her internal muscles contracted around Y/N's cock as she reached her own climax. Y/N feeling her own orgasm invading, a hot jet of semen filling Natasha's vagina, dripping down her bellies, mixing with Natasha's sweat and fluids.
They lay intertwined, panting, Natasha's weight a comforting pressure on Y/N's body. Y/N's penis slowly softened, still deeply inserted into Natasha. The aroma of his love hovered in the air, a delicious and intimate perfume.
"It saw?" Natasha's voice was a soft sigh in Y/N's ear. "Cure." A delicate kiss on Y/N's lips, a silent promise of more shared nights.