Three Types of Love

[farfromsweet]

Three Types Of Love Meme (Expanded)

This meme deals with three types of love: angsty, sweet and twisted! Please note that there are triggers abound!

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Natasha Romanoff | Avengers | Het

[redinmyledger]

Natasha/bruce I | 06 ; How do you know

[jenny_1]

Bruce walks into the kitchen to get something to eat- a craving of sorts to keep the 'other guy' 's appetite at bay. Wouldn't want to have hulk take over and destroy the house when natasha is all but in the other room.

[nottheworsthing]

[...okay, so I got 3/10, but please feel absolutely free to reroll if that doesn't work for you]

[redinmyledger]

[ooc: wow, that's a toughy but I think I can make it work. It'll be interesting for the almost-angst.]

[Natasha had kept up the image, fawning over Tony when she knew they were being watched. Indulging in PDA and even kissing him once in a while. It was all part of the act. Tony was never going to pass as someone else. He was always going to be Stark, so it was up to her to carry the undercover mission.

She wore a blonde wig that altered her appearance enough that no one would even associate her with the Widow. The neckline was plunging, and she didn't even stop him when his seemed to find a permanent home on her ass.

But now they were alone in a suite lined with glass windows and the Middle Eastern prince they were dealing with assumed that the two lovers would be willing to give him a show. Natasha batted her long lashes at Tony who was sitting on the end of the bed and leaned in like she was nibbling his ear, her voice barely a whisper.]

Last chance to back out... I could just kill them all.

[nottheworsthing]

[So this was all kinds of weird and awkward, and on the whole he was not a fan of missions where he didn't even get to blow anything up. But they'd needed the intel, and a few hints in the right places that Tony Stark might be backsliding into his old, arms-dealing ways was enough to attract interest from some very unsavory quarters. It hadn't been too bad so far. Even if it was a challenge to pretend the 'prince' they were dealing with didn't make his skin crawl.

Things were going downhill though. Having Natasha around posing as a random floozy was something in the line of a perk - he had a feeling there was like a fifty-fifty chance she was going to kick his ass later for all the unsolicited groping - but this...hadn't been in the mission briefing, to say the least.

Making a concerted effort to look less like a man suffering a painful internal dilemma, he smirked and pulled her down into his lap, murmuring some sweet nothings into her ear] Not gonna lie...tempting.

[redinmyledger]

[It had been something to see the old Tony in action, but more often than not it only served to remind Natasha that she preferred the Tony on her team. The one that was slowly inching towards redemption.

Something they would always have in common even if they didn't acknowledge it. The ass kicking had been made a mental note, though really she was more tempted to go after a prized possession of his.

She folded to his guidance, knees bracketing his hips as she straddled his lap and smiled like he was telling her the sweetest, dirtiest things.] Then make the call, sweetheart. Time's running out. [She pulled back, fingers sliding up into his dark hair as she tugged his head back to lick at his neck.]

[nottheworsthing]

[Tempting as it was, killing the target before they got the information they needed would cause a million different problems. Wishful thinking aside it wasn't really an option. The only feasible option, really, was to get the job done. Whatever it took. They could be adults about this, couldn't they? No reason to get too worked up over a bit of incidental sex. He sighed, sliding his hands around her waist and closing his eyes] Lie back and think of SHIELD, huh? I'm okay with it. Please don't kill me.

[redinmyledger]

[And that would be where she had to agree with his logic. As much as it would be easier to take her frustration at being put in this position out on the prince himself, she couldn't risk their cover being blown. She couldn't put Tony in danger however much he might still believe she was out to get him in some way or another. What happened on the mission would stay on the mission... right? There was no need for this to get out, to filter down to their teammates or the rest of SHIELD.

... right?

She let a hand drop from his neck, sliding it down between their bodies as she pressed it in against his crotch.] I don't want to know what you have to fantasize about to get through this. Just don't make sure you remember your anatomy and I won't have to kill you.

[nottheworsthing]

Yes ma'am [Fantasize? Did she even own a mirror? He gives an approving sort of groan, arching up into the touch of her hand. Yeah, this is definitely doable; leaving the undeniably weird and skeevy circumstances aside for a moment...well, she's really hot, and Tony has never been noted for giving so much as a single fuck about appropriateness when it comes to random sex. Mostly to avoid anything so uncomfortable as eye contact, he slides a hand around the back of her neck and kisses her]

[redinmyledger]

[Of course she did, but she didn't presume anything. Not with Stark. She was still careful of another redhead in his orbit. Right here, right now though it was easy to forget her. Forget that they were being watched through this. Forget that anything else existed. They'd have to. Natasha kissed him back, deepening it slowly as she continued to rub her hand against him.]

[nottheworsthing]

[It's not that it's easy to forget that they were being watched. It really wasn't. But in fairness, he'd done worse back in the day. Back before the arc reactor and the myriad issues that came as a package deal made casual sex far more complicated than it had any right to be. It's strangely easy to disregard the circumstances and concentrate on the touch of her hand the feel of her mouth against his and her body under his hands.

His fingertips find the zipper at the back of her dress and then still; the slight, almost questioning pressure silently asking for permission. He's really not sure what's okay here and what isn't. He'd prefer to avoid making things any more difficult than they have to be]

[redinmyledger]

[For reasons best known to herself it was a little daunting to consider Tony's sexual past. It wasn't as if she was a blushing virgin, or someone without her own kinks. She just had a habit of being choosy with her partners. For a moment she just focused on the kiss before she felt his fingertips and she pulled back just enough to nod, but her eyes remained closed before leaning back in to kiss him again.

This time a hunger started to grow and she slowly let herself give into an attraction that it was hard not to feel for the man even when he did drive her crazy. Plus they were friends... Tentative friends. She did trust him. They could do this. Her hand moved from his crotch to his shirt as she started to undo the buttons.]

[nottheworsthing]

[At her nod he unzipped the back of her dress, slipping the straps down her arms as she leaned in to kiss him again. His hand moved up automatically to tangle in her hair, but fortunately he remembered in time why that was a bad idea and went for the nape of her neck instead. Dislodging the wig would be really hard to explain.

Breath coming a little faster now he tilted his head and moved down to lay a series of kisses along the line of her throat. He really did hope this wasn't going to be weird later. He actually was quite enjoying the bitchy, sarcastic almost-friendship they seemed to be developing]

[redinmyledger]

[It really would have been bad, but at least with Tony she didn't have to worry about exposing anything. Everyone knew about the reactor. Everyone knew who Tony Stark was. His floozy was supposed to be somewhat forgettable, or at least appear like a woman who would be caught in his orbit.

Natasha nudged him back, getting him to lie on the bed as she stayed on top of him. She slid her arms out of the dress, the lack of bra even more obvious now. They were professionals. They could do this and not let it affect them. It was just acting, just a cover. Just a way to get to the information they needed... Hands ran over his exposed skin as she got his shirt open, but she didn't touch the reactor. That would be too personal. Blonde hair that wasn't hers fell around her face, feel around them both to form a curtain.]

[nottheworsthing]

[He went back easily, his hands sliding down her back to rest at her waist, feeling the shift of muscles under the skin. How had he ever mistaken her for just a secretary? How had he ever been that stupid? He accepted that he was a pretty poor judge of character, but for fuck's sake.

He tensed fractionally as her hands went to his chest, only to relax almost imperceptibly when it became clear that she had no intention of touching the arc reactor. Her hair fell around his face and he brought a hand up - being very careful of the wig - and leaned up to kiss her again]

[redinmyledger]

[It was a miracle she'd never slipped her cover. At the time it had been hard not to show her dislike of Tony, but now... Now she did like him. She cared about him. She did more than put up with him, but being in this position had still never quiet occurred to her. He wasn't the only one guilty of being a poor judge.

Her lips parted against his, tongue sliding out as she moaned softly. Her hips rocked to rub herself against his erection, her movements becoming a little more shameless.]