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The fifth time the both of you kissed was during a party at the Compound to celebrate your successful mission. At this point you were not surprised, Tony was just taking any excuse to get all out and throw parties. But who were you to complain ? The vibe was good, the booze was good. And it was really good to let go for one night.
Somehow you were drunk. Or tipsy. Maybe in an inbetween state. You definitely were laughing a little too loudly at some stuff Wanda was telling you as you were lying on the couches, eyes on the ceiling.
Natasha was lying down next to you, chuckling at Wanda's funny story and having a few beers herself. She had a bit of a buzz going on as well, you could see that by her pink cheeks and the playful aura she had going on. Those drinks helped her relax even more, her guard down. She leaned back onto the backrest, her head on your shoulder as she observed Wanda and her funny face, her free hand on the back of your neck, playing with your hair absently. The whole party was hilarious and entertaining.
Wanda left after some time, choosing to sit on Vision lap and apparently take a nap there. How she could sleep between all those loud chatter and music was beyond you.
"Oh, look at that, Nat !" You exclaimed to the redhead who was the only one left on the couch with you, your eyes squinting to better see the lights above you. "It’s ursa major... with the dipper thingy. So pretty !" You mumbled, words slurred because of the state you were in.
Natasha could not help but laugh out loud when she noticed you squinting your eyes in concentration, your head tilting up, trying to see if you could see the stars in the goddamn ceiling. You were drunk, but the innocence of your face at that moment was precious. You looked like a carefree child.
"Those are just the lights on the ceiling, honey... You're drunk." Natasha said with a teasing tone, chuckling as she looked up at the ceiling too, pretending to look at the stars just as you were. Your lips were so pink and juicy looking tonight she had to avoid looking at your face before doing something completely stupid. Again.
"What ? I'm not drunk." You grumbled, clearly not happy about what she just assumed, eyes squinting again to see the stars better. Okay, so maybe it was actually the ceiling...
Natasha bursted out laughing as she heard you grumbling, she could not take you seriously in your drunken state, pouty face and all.
"No, right. You're totally not drunk at all." She replied sarcastically, grinning from ear to ear. Your intoxicated state made her want to tease you even more. This was fun and you kept on making her laugh during most of the evening which was appreciated and very much welcomed. Your pouting face, your squinted eyes, oh, so adorable.
You groaned as you shifted to be able to see Natasha’s facial features, the movement making you feel dizzy for half a second.
"God, I can't wait for the room to stop spinning, so I could focus on your face again." You blurted out, at least you hoped that was what came out of your mouth.
"My face ?" She asked in an amused tone, her finger playing with your baby hair at the back of your neck again. Her lips curling into a fond smile, this was fun. You were drunk, she was tipsy. What was more fun than this ?
"Yeah ! You have a really pretty face." You mumbled, closing your eyes to stop the world from spinning for only one goddamn second.
Natasha smiled softly at your words, completely flattered at the genuine way you said it, cheeks turning a light pink. Your drunken state was getting more and more adorable, she was enjoying it far too much for her own good. You looked so cute right now, so innocent, so free. You barely ever acted this way, so vulnerable. It made you all the more irresistible to her. Damn you.
"You're cute." She whispered, leaning her head on your shoulder again, her cheeks rosy from laughing, or your words, or the alcohol, or maybe all of the above.
"Amnot." You whined, your eyes fluttering open as you looked up at the ceiling with a slight pout.
Natasha chuckled at your pouty face, her eyes twinkling with amusement. She leaned forward and gently tucked your hair away from your forehead.
"Are too." She replied teasingly, her lips curving up in a tiny smirk. She was so close, too close. Her index finger brushed along the side of your warm cheek gently.
"You more. With that pink dress the other day. Cutier than me." You grumbled, your English getting worse by the seconds, but the message was there.
Natasha's breath hitched, not expecting to hear that compliment. She could not help but feel her cheeks burn. Yup, not just heating up and blushing. They were full on burning right now. Her fingers brushed your cheek again, thumb on the apple of it.
"You're so drunk." She whispered, sighing, swallowing back her disappointment.
"Iknow." You snorted, giggling like a toddler. "But not like, a lot. A reasonable amount."
"You're such a lightweight." Natasha teased, chuckling quietly. Gosh, that laugh was just the cutest thing she had heard in forever. "How many cups of those did you drink ? Four ? Five ?" She smirked, her finger drawing circular motions on your flushed cheek to sooth you, or just because she wanted to, she could not remember actually.
"Twelve hundred." You replied with a grin before laughing at your own words, laughing so hard your abs ached, your arms wrapping around your stomach to try to ease the pain.
The redhead laughed at your stupid answer. You were definitely beyond intoxicated. She never saw you being so drunk before. She wondered if there was a reason for that.
"You think you're funny, huh ?" Natasha asked with a sly smile.
You finally calmed down at some point, taking in a deep breath and groaning at the ache in your stomach.
"I love your true laugh." You suddenly said, a soft, drunk smile on your face as you turned towards her.
"What ?" Natasha asked with a slight nervous chuckle, looking at you with a surprised and amused look on her face. Your sudden compliment took her off-guard, but she was not complaining. Not at all. Her eyes looked at yours, her smile growing softer and sincere as she realized that your drunk state was making you way, way less guarded about expressing your opinion and feelings.
"You do ?" She asked when you just smiled, her gaze still on your eyes.
You nodded before stopping immediately when the world spinned again. You gently took her hand in yours to ground you, playing with her fingers absently.
"Your true one. When-when you don't care if anyone hears. When there is no mask. When you're you. I love to hear it."
Natasha could not help the permanent smile on her face, enjoying the feeling of you holding her hand, enjoying your words, enjoying your presence. Her cheeks grew even more rosy as you explained yourself.
She let out a soft chuckle.
"That's very sweet. But do you know what I like to hear ? I like to hear your drunk thoughts. They reveal so much about you, how vulnerable you can get when your defenses are lowered."
You hummed, turning to look into her eyes without a word, just your eyes boring into hers, your cheek pressed on the back of the couch.
Her eyebrows went up at the sight, she could almost feel your stare going through her. It was an intense moment, you two staring at each other for way too long, your drunkenness somehow adding to the intensity. She felt herself being drawn closer to you, that gaze was so addicting. She did not realize she was inching closer and closer to you as she kept staring back, her hand still clutching yours.
"Are you drunk too ?" You asked in a low tone, eyes scanning every single inch of her pretty face.
Natasha chuckled softly and gave you a teasing smile.
"Tipsy, I'd say. Not as drunk as you but tipsy, definitely."
Her breath hitched when you inched closer, your eyes were making her go nuts. She felt herself going weak, and she did not like that. She was usually the one making others fall under her charm, but right now, with your damn vulnerable stare, soft expressions... You were so good at it too.
"Right. Russians don’t get drunk, mybad." You laughed softly, squeezing her hand.
Natasha smiled as you let out a laugh, squeezing your hand back. She was a bit tipsy, but her mind was very clear. She was very aware of what was going between you two right now, your flirtatious drunk moment was not escaping her. She could not help but wonder where this was going to go. And she was a little scared if she was honest, but still intrigued, excited and mostly just very curious.
Without realizing it, she leaned her chest closer to you, her breasts pressing lightly against your shoulder, her hair falling on your arm. She just felt so comfortable in your presence, resting her chin on your collarbone as she hummed contently, inhaling hard to regain control. Which was a bad idea when all she could smell was you.
You looked down at her, smiling slightly before glancing at her hand still in yours. You noticed a few reddish spots on her knuckles, frowning at the abused skin there. You did not like that.
So you brought her hand to your face, pressing a couple of small but soft kisses on the skin there.
Natasha felt her body tense up. She could not move. She just stared at you with wide eyes as you kissed her knuckles, her stomach fluttering and her breath suddenly growing hot and heavy. So maybe she was more drunk than she thought.
She finally exhaled deeply when you stopped to examine her hand again, her eyes closing tightly as she bit her lower lip, trying to hide her reaction to your tender kisses, to your tender affection. Her eyes fluttered open again, her fingers tightening around yours. Your touches were addictive.
You turned her hand around, exposing her wrist and planting one final kiss there before letting go of her hand. You let out a sigh then, resting your cheek on the backrest again, looking into her eyes with the sweetest smile, faces so close you could feel the tip of her nose brushing yours.
Natasha almost bit her tongue to stop the sound that wanted to escape her lips when your mouth planted that final kiss on her wrist. She could feel her pulse there. She could feel it quickening at each of your touches. She was losing control over herself here, losing control over her reactions and her thoughts. Losing control over you. She took a not so discreet deep breath to recompose herself when you let go of her hand.
You blinked a few times, eyes glued on her face, a lock of hair not where it was supposed to be. You straightened, your hand tucking the strand back behind her ear gently, fingertips lingering on her piercings.
Her eyes widened ever so slightly, her breath hitched as she felt your soft fingers. She could feel her cheeks burn red again, her heart racing and her body suddenly feeling hot. She swallowed, her lips twitching slightly, wanting to smile, or talk, or part but unable to. Her body was reacting way too sensitively to your touches, and she knew she was going to regret this. She was losing her mind over your tender touches.
You smirked when you noticed the sudden red hue on her cheeks, leaning in the press a small kiss on her ear. When she did not move away you planted another one beneath her earlobe, and then on her sharp jawline.
Natasha was shivering now. Her eyes were closed, trying to fight the desire of giving in completely to you here. To your touches, to your affections, to your warmth against her body that she craved perhaps more than anything she ever craved in her life.
She was losing a battle she did not think she would lose tonight. And she was startled to realize she was completely okay with that.
Your lips added more pressure to plant a kiss on her red cheek, and then the corner of her lips. You pulled away then, looking back at her with drunken eyes, intoxicated by her.
Natasha bit her lower lip slightly, feeling the pressure, the heat from your lips. She could not stop the shiver on her body when you pulled away. She wondered how far this night would go if she let you. If she let herself. How far this flirtatious drunken moment would go.
She swallowed again, her eyes darting to yours, and then back to your lips.
You leaned in before she could finish listening to her thoughts, hot mouth meeting hers, teeth clattering together before your lips pulled away to meet again. Readjusting. Pressing hard but not enough to pull them apart. Just hard enough to let her taste the yearning.
And Natasha realized she was a weak woman after all. Because she could not fight it anymore, her body was giving in to you, completely. She tilted her head, pressing her lips harder against yours. Her hands resting on your waist, her fingers digging into your shirt. She could not stop herself. She should but she could not. Her whole body was craving more, craving your affection, your warmth. And she was getting weak.
You hand rested on her thigh, feeling the soft fabric of her dress underneath your palm. You bit her lower lip gently, teeth sinking into the soft flesh. Her tongue brushed against your teeth before she bit back. And then her lips were moving again, pressing even harder against yours. Her breath was hot, her kisses even hotter. Her hands tightened on your shirt, her fingers on your chest urging you closer to her. She felt your hand squeeze her thigh and it made her whimper pathetically into your mouth. She was surrendering.
You smiled against her mouth before pushing your tongue past her warm lips, tasting the remaining of the tequila she drank earlier, your hand gripping her thigh gently. Her tongue did not waste time to meet yours, her lips parting to make it easier for you to have access to her mouth. She was a mess. Moaning and kissing, the alcohol in her body making the touch from your lips more intense than she ever felt them before. She could feel herself losing control of herself, her hips pushing into yours, one of her hands leaving your shirt to run her fingers through your soft hair.
You broke the kiss when you realized you might need to breathe if you did not want to faint, pulling away from her slowly, panting hard against her mouth, eyes closed as your forehead rested against hers.
Natasha was panting hard too, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She was leaning into you, wanting to stay as close as possible to you. She was so intoxicated by you. She was not herself, she was losing control of herself completely... and what scared was that she didn't care.
She lifted the hand not in your hair to cup your face, brushing a soft thumb against your jaw as she slowly calmed down.
You turned your face to drop a kiss inside her palm, looking back at her with a small smile on your face, cheeks rosy.
But then something in you shifted, feeling dizzy, the whole room spinning around you, your heartbeat quickening. You pulled away from her face.
"I'm gonna puke." You realized, your face getting dangerously paler by the seconds as your heart clenched in your chest.
It made Natasha frown, her stomach twisting with yours but for different reasons. She pushed your chin up to look right into your eyes.
"Oh, shit-I'm getting you in the bathroom. Now."
You nodded at her words, standing up on shaky legs as you both left the party to find the closest toilet as you quickly realized it would take too long to go back to your quarters. Not the way you hoped to end your night, that was for sure. At least Natasha was with you, one hand holding your hair, the other one rubbing gentle circles on your back while you emptied your stomach. It made your skin shiver. You never felt so miserable. At least Natasha was with you. As long as she was here, everything was less miserable than if she was not. That was what time taught you about her. Among other things.