Natasha Romanoff - Fluff One Shots - Chapter 26: Chapter 26
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"Dibs on top!"
After a somewhat unusual night out with the team and a few drinks, all of you filed into your rooms for the night.
Stark had hosted a party at the Avengers Tower to celebrate the successful summer training camp for S.H.I.E.L.D interns. Nothing he himself, or any of you for that matter, really cared this deeply about since you would never work with any of them directly, or perhaps even indirectly. But hey... any excuse for a party, right?
With the new implemented safety and privacy rules of the compound, no more parties were allowed to be hosted there unless they were either: friends-and-family only gatherings, or extremely high security get-togethers; and the invite-only guest list had to have a thorough background check.
So now, the tower has transformed from an old living space, business building, and multi-story science lab, to a new and totally revamped party house... or tower for that matter. Tony basically turned the whole place into a frat house on steroids, so that he could host big blowouts whenever he wanted with everything him and his guests would ever want.
All of the MANY bedrooms, living rooms, kitchens, labs, and storage spaces were mostly converted to "more appropriate" spaces, such as a designated poker and gambling rooms, a billiard room, indoor pools, gaming rooms, dozens of wine cellars, a whole bowling alley, a ball pit room?, a 5-a-side soccer pitch. He upgraded it all and only kept a few bedrooms, bathrooms and living spaces for some of the team for when we sleep over.
And by reduction, I don't mean a room each, or twin bed rooms, or anything like that. Ohhh no. I mean there are... bunk. beds. Although very stylish and cosy, keeping up with his usual aesthetic and comfort standards, they're still bunk beds.
And no, that is not me complaining in any sort of way. I LOVE bunk beds. But I know a lot of the others maybe aren't as keen on the idea. I mean these are really where sleep hits the hardest after a long and exhausting night. To give you an idea of what we're dealing with here, here's what you should be envisioning...
You see what I mean! They're comfy for sure, and you best believe I am taking top bunk every time. But like I said, some people aren't too keen on the idea... anyway back to the story.
"No we're not sleeping up there Y/N it's a single, let's sleep down here where there's more space."
It had been a LONG night of drinking and as to be expected, most of us were far from our most sober selves. I myself had spent the majority of the night exploring all the new rooms at first, before eventually retiring to the gaming room alongside Peter, Kate, MJ, Ned, Carol, Sam, Bucky, and Pietro.
We'd all take turns taking a trip down the hall to the nearest wine cellar between games to grab as many bottles as you could carry. You can probably imagine the state we are all in after that but it is apparent anyways so I will spare you the details.
After we were all dragged away to bed for the night, most of us by our friends or partners, we all discovered the room situation with these newly planted bunk beds.
Natasha and I had chosen to room with Kate and Yelena, obviously. Despite Yelena being, well... Yelena, surprisingly she was the less excitable one in her relationship. And with Kate and I being very similar humans in terms of personality, it becomes inherently obvious that the widow sisters seem to have a type.
"Who said anything about sharing?" I giggled, turning to Kate who had just said a similar quip to Lena as we dashed up the ladder to lay in our top bunks. Despite the puppy dog eyes and the coaxing of our girlfriends, nothing stops a drunk woman on a mission to sleep on the top bunk.
Begrudgingly, the sisters shared a look and knew they'd be sleeping on the bottom alone that night.
Kate and I stayed up most of the night chatting and giggling in a tone which we felt was hushed but no doubt it definitely wasn't. I could feel me phone vibrating behind me so I picked it up to check my notifications as Kate kept on rambling.
Are you gonna come down and kiss me goodnight? <3
I kinda feel bad for leaving Nat down there on her own but you can't expect that I will not sleep on the top bunk when one is present. It simply will not happen.
I hop up off the bed, whilst Kate, laid in her back, doesn't even notice my exit and keeps on talking. I stumble my way down the ladder, my balance far from sturdy and make my way over the Nat who is just laid on her back in the bed on her phone. She hears me come over and smiles at me, opening her arms for me to lie in them.
I crawl onto the bed and place my arms either side of her, giving her a gentle and sweet peck on the lips. She smiles, wrapping her arms around me and flipping us over so that she is now hovering over me.
"You wanna sleep down here and get more of these all night." She smirks, placing a delicate peck of her own to my lips.
"Sorry, Nat. The top bunk yearns for me." I smile smugly. She rolls her eyes at me in faux annoyance and readjusts her positioning.
"Well, can the top bunk do this?" She presses a longer and much more feverish kiss to my lips, making sure I really get a taste of what I could miss out on.
"Or this..." She says, much softer than the last line. She tilts her head, redirecting her lips to my jaw, planting a kiss on it.
"Or, this?" She just about whispers, but loud enough that I can hear it. She moves further down, kissing my neck only briefly with such an amount of delicacy to generate goosebumps just about everywhere. She brings her head back up slowly, the tip of her nose gently nudging my jaw as she comes back up, where she just stares at me with a suggestive smile.
I look the my left to see Yelena fast asleep and take note of the fact that Kate is no longer speaking either. I meet Nat's gaze again, and she kisses me one last time before waiting for my answer.
I smile, reaching a hand up to her face and caressing her cheek with my thumb. She leans into my palm, forcing her lips into a pouted shape. I kiss her back, only briefly, following it up with a kiss to the corner of her mouth, then her cheek, the edge of her jaw, before pressing a final one to her ear, where my lips hover.
"It yearns for me..." I whisper.
Nat pulls her head back revealing a shocked yet amused expression. She so wanted to laugh.
"You're unbelievable!" She whisper shouts, slapping my arm.
I quickly hop up and off the bed, rubbing my arm and racing up the ladder laughing to myself.
"Race you up there!" I say to her, already at the top of the ladder.
"Y/N it's a single bed." She complains, though I can hear the smile she had just from the way that she said it.
"Come on! That means we can cuddle, then you can show me all the things that the top bunk can't do." I say peeking my head over the edge to look at her.
She looks up at me, looks at Yelena, looks at her bed, then looks back up at me.
"Fine, but you better not steal the blanket." She says in a huff, getting off the bed and ascending the ladder.
"You got it boss."
After a somewhat unusual night out with the team and a few drinks, all of you filed into your rooms for the night.
Stark had hosted a party at the Avengers Tower to celebrate the successful summer training camp for S.H.I.E.L.D interns. Nothing he himself, or any of you for that matter, really cared this deeply about since you would never work with any of them directly, or perhaps even indirectly. But hey... any excuse for a party, right?
With the new implemented safety and privacy rules of the compound, no more parties were allowed to be hosted there unless they were either: friends-and-family only gatherings, or extremely high security get-togethers; and the invite-only guest list had to have a thorough background check.
So now, the tower has transformed from an old living space, business building, and multi-story science lab, to a new and totally revamped party house... or tower for that matter. Tony basically turned the whole place into a frat house on steroids, so that he could host big blowouts whenever he wanted with everything him and his guests would ever want.
All of the MANY bedrooms, living rooms, kitchens, labs, and storage spaces were mostly converted to "more appropriate" spaces, such as a designated poker and gambling rooms, a billiard room, indoor pools, gaming rooms, dozens of wine cellars, a whole bowling alley, a ball pit room?, a 5-a-side soccer pitch. He upgraded it all and only kept a few bedrooms, bathrooms and living spaces for some of the team for when we sleep over.
And by reduction, I don't mean a room each, or twin bed rooms, or anything like that. Ohhh no. I mean there are... bunk. beds. Although very stylish and cosy, keeping up with his usual aesthetic and comfort standards, they're still bunk beds.
And no, that is not me complaining in any sort of way. I LOVE bunk beds. But I know a lot of the others maybe aren't as keen on the idea. I mean these are really where sleep hits the hardest after a long and exhausting night. To give you an idea of what we're dealing with here, here's what you should be envisioning...
You see what I mean! They're comfy for sure, and you best believe I am taking top bunk every time. But like I said, some people aren't too keen on the idea... anyway back to the story.
"No we're not sleeping up there Y/N it's a single, let's sleep down here where there's more space."
It had been a LONG night of drinking and as to be expected, most of us were far from our most sober selves. I myself had spent the majority of the night exploring all the new rooms at first, before eventually retiring to the gaming room alongside Peter, Kate, MJ, Ned, Carol, Sam, Bucky, and Pietro.
We'd all take turns taking a trip down the hall to the nearest wine cellar between games to grab as many bottles as you could carry. You can probably imagine the state we are all in after that but it is apparent anyways so I will spare you the details.
After we were all dragged away to bed for the night, most of us by our friends or partners, we all discovered the room situation with these newly planted bunk beds.
Natasha and I had chosen to room with Kate and Yelena, obviously. Despite Yelena being, well... Yelena, surprisingly she was the less excitable one in her relationship. And with Kate and I being very similar humans in terms of personality, it becomes inherently obvious that the widow sisters seem to have a type.
"Who said anything about sharing?" I giggled, turning to Kate who had just said a similar quip to Lena as we dashed up the ladder to lay in our top bunks. Despite the puppy dog eyes and the coaxing of our girlfriends, nothing stops a drunk woman on a mission to sleep on the top bunk.
Begrudgingly, the sisters shared a look and knew they'd be sleeping on the bottom alone that night.
Kate and I stayed up most of the night chatting and giggling in a tone which we felt was hushed but no doubt it definitely wasn't. I could feel me phone vibrating behind me so I picked it up to check my notifications as Kate kept on rambling.
Are you gonna come down and kiss me goodnight? <3
I kinda feel bad for leaving Nat down there on her own but you can't expect that I will not sleep on the top bunk when one is present. It simply will not happen.
I hop up off the bed, whilst Kate, laid in her back, doesn't even notice my exit and keeps on talking. I stumble my way down the ladder, my balance far from sturdy and make my way over the Nat who is just laid on her back in the bed on her phone. She hears me come over and smiles at me, opening her arms for me to lie in them.
I crawl onto the bed and place my arms either side of her, giving her a gentle and sweet peck on the lips. She smiles, wrapping her arms around me and flipping us over so that she is now hovering over me.
"You wanna sleep down here and get more of these all night." She smirks, placing a delicate peck of her own to my lips.
"Sorry, Nat. The top bunk yearns for me." I smile smugly. She rolls her eyes at me in faux annoyance and readjusts her positioning.
"Well, can the top bunk do this?" She presses a longer and much more feverish kiss to my lips, making sure I really get a taste of what I could miss out on.
"Or this..." She says, much softer than the last line. She tilts her head, redirecting her lips to my jaw, planting a kiss on it.
"Or, this?" She just about whispers, but loud enough that I can hear it. She moves further down, kissing my neck only briefly with such an amount of delicacy to generate goosebumps just about everywhere. She brings her head back up slowly, the tip of her nose gently nudging my jaw as she comes back up, where she just stares at me with a suggestive smile.
I look the my left to see Yelena fast asleep and take note of the fact that Kate is no longer speaking either. I meet Nat's gaze again, and she kisses me one last time before waiting for my answer.
I smile, reaching a hand up to her face and caressing her cheek with my thumb. She leans into my palm, forcing her lips into a pouted shape. I kiss her back, only briefly, following it up with a kiss to the corner of her mouth, then her cheek, the edge of her jaw, before pressing a final one to her ear, where my lips hover.
"It yearns for me..." I whisper.
Nat pulls her head back revealing a shocked yet amused expression. She so wanted to laugh.
"You're unbelievable!" She whisper shouts, slapping my arm.
I quickly hop up and off the bed, rubbing my arm and racing up the ladder laughing to myself.
"Race you up there!" I say to her, already at the top of the ladder.
"Y/N it's a single bed." She complains, though I can hear the smile she had just from the way that she said it.
"Come on! That means we can cuddle, then you can show me all the things that the top bunk can't do." I say peeking my head over the edge to look at her.
She looks up at me, looks at Yelena, looks at her bed, then looks back up at me.
"Fine, but you better not steal the blanket." She says in a huff, getting off the bed and ascending the ladder.
"You got it boss."
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