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Assistant: Title: The Loud House
        Author: Lockedsoulsam Lockedsoulsam 
        Chapter: 2/39 
        Summary: Natasha and Reader are happily married with a family that rivals the Brady bunch. When they get the call for another child both moms have to adjust to married life with six children, a new space, parents living with them, and teenage woes - based on the family from It’s Christmas
        Contents: Chapter 2: 2
    

    


  

  
  
    
    “Why do we have to put on lotion all the time?” Paige questions as she sits atop your bathroom counter. She has a rat tail comb, one you’ve appointed to her, between her lips as she sits so patiently. You’re on hair duty as Natasha helps James with brushing his teeth. This has come after he promised he did. Upon smelling his breath, Natasha realized he didn’t. Getting four children ready for their first day of school is proving to be a sport of its own. With a lot of your things still in boxes, it was a bit harder to navigate the morning. Having the kids start so soon after moving was essential. They needed to fall into routine sooner than later. Having four days off was a luxury in itself. They got to explore the neighborhood, play at a park, and get ice cream at the nearest mall over the weekend. Monday morning was proving to be quite the ordeal.First, you had to wake them up. That’s always the fun part. Next was getting them fed. Breakfast for the first day consisted of eggs, toast, and bacon and their choice of fruit. Then packing lunches for those that wanted it. Charlie and Cara. Nothing extravagant. Now it’s time for hair and dressing. This is the most tedious task. Charlie has long curls that need to be styled in the exact way she wants. Cara does her hair. Something about turning fifteen makes you not want your moms to do it anymore. Go figure. Paige needed braids. James was low maintenance. With his hair low-cut he only needed a brush. Despite all of this you found it fun. Well, on the first day. Sometimes it could get pretty old.Charlie is moisturizing her face and arms as she stands in the mirror.“For clean skin,” She answers her sister.“We want good skin,” You add on. You tie a red bow onto the end of her braid. You tug it gently to make sure it won’t move. You’re pretty sure that one of them will be lost by the end of her school day. You point to the mirror to get her to look at herself.“Good skin?” She scrunches her nose. She reaches up to touch her hair, the dutch braids flowing past her shoulders, and you kiss the top of her head. “Real pretty, Mommy.” She marvels over her look.“I agree,” You wink at her through the mirror.“James, brush your tongue,” Natasha says exasperatedly as she instructs him to hold out his tongue. He’s a grumpy one this morning as he tiredly gives in to his mother’s demands. He tugs at his ear, half asleep, as he leans into Natasha. She takes her time showing him the right way to do it. He is only half listening.You step over to Charlie to start with her hair as she finishes with her lotion.“My hair takes longer than everyone else’s,” She frowns as you remove the black satin bonnet from her head. Her hair falls gracefully over her shoulders. You’re kind of jealous over her lack of bedhead.“Not this morning,” You inform her. “We can leave it down?” You suggest and she thinks it over. “Or we can do two braids like your sister?”“Can Mama do it?” Charlie asks. “You braid too tight.”“I do not braid too tight?” You stand with your hand against your chest feigning pain. “You didn’t hear any complaints from Paige.”“Nuh-uh,” Paige agrees.“We can switch,” Natasha says as James walks over to you to help brush his hair. It’s low maintenance, his coils still very much defined, as you reach into your drawer to find the sponge brush. You take care of his hair in no time. He looks into the mirror with a fresh smile and nice hair. He’s happy. You send him off to find his shoes and backpack. You help Paige down from the counter to help her get dressed. She only needs bottoms. You kiss Natasha on the cheek and make a deal to meet her downstairs for the final lineup.You’re not the Von Trapp family. There’s no need for a strict routine but if you’re going to make it on time there had to be some structure.“Mama,” Charlie says, turning her head to look up at Natasha behind her. Natasha hums in acknowledgment. She turns Charlie back the other way to finish with her hair. Natasha makes careful movements as she begins to braid one side of her head. “When I have a wife, I don’t think I want so many kids.”Natasha smirks, a hint of amusement on her face, as she listens to her daughter. Charlie offering little pieces about herself was always welcome.“You don’t?” She plays along. “Why not?” There’s no reason for her to question Charlie’s choice of a life partner. She’d never impede on her child’s thoughts like that. What Charlie believed would happen could happen.“Well, there’s too many people everywhere all the time,” Charlie fiddles with the bow on her t-shirt. “I think I want it to be quiet. Only sometimes though. My wife can be a business lady like Mommy. Then we can go and live in New York again. In a penthouse. With a cat!” Charlie says excitedly. “And maybe two babies. I don’t know yet.”“That sounds like a lovely life, Boo.” Natasha smiles. Natasha is finally done with her hair. “Bow or no bow?”“Nah, that’s for babies.” Charlie declines. “Can I go get dressed now?” She looks into the mirror. She’s the only one of the siblings excited to be wearing a uniform to school. Private school policy. Natasha allows her to run free as she stays behind to tidy up the bathroom. If she didn’t do it now she wouldn’t have the energy to do it later.Meanwhile, you’re in the foyer tying two pairs of shoes. Paige is bent at the knees as she blocks your view of her shoes with her head. You repeat the steps of shoe tying to her just as you did James. She repeats your instructions with precision. She is still a little way from being able to tie them on her own but it’s worth a shot.“I like my new shoes,” Paige stands tall. She looks so cute with her little braids and sparkly backpack. Her Mary Jane’s are shiny and brand spanking new. She twirls in her spot, her skirt flowing around her, as you step down the hallway to yell down the stairs.“Cara, you have less than five minutes to make an appearance or you will be walking to school.” You shout. She skipped breakfast in favor of getting ready alone. Not a problem. You refused to be late. It’s not only her first day but yours too. Work at a new office. This means making new friends, new partnerships, and new clients. It’s stressful for all of you. You don’t wait for a response. Instead, you step into the kitchen, where Alexei is feeding Luke in his high chair. You kiss him on both cheeks and he gives you a gummy smile in return.“Natasha will be back after we do school rounds,” You say to Alexei. “I will be picking Paige up from school as it isn’t a full workday.” You make sure he’s listening. “Kids will be seeing new doctors later this week. Don’t worry about any of that stuff. It should be quick. Natasha will be here if you need anything. Melina too.”“I can watch a baby,” Alexei scoffs. “He’s not much trouble. Does very well.” To show you proof, he feeds Luke a spoonful of pureed banana. In response, Luke spits half of it out. He uses his entire palm to wipe at his tongue. You and Alexei both look at him with quizzical looks.“Good luck with that, man.” You pat Alexei on the back. You make a beeline for the pantry where you grab a few granola bars from a green box. Honey and oats. Cara’s favorite. You meet her at the top of her staircase where you pass the granola bars to her. She could eat in the car.“You look pretty, baby.” You smile at her. She gives you a half-eye roll before looking down at herself.She’s wearing a uniform just like the littles. Her skirt is pressed, her shoes clean, and her hair brushed.“I hate this,” She pouts. She tugs at her vest, frowning when it doesn’t move.“I know but please do try and have a good day for us,” You rub her shoulders. “Can you do that for me?”“What if everyone hates me?” She says quietly. She bites her bottom lip all the while avoiding your gaze.“No one will hate you,” You assure her. “They don’t even know you.” You dip your head to get her attention. “Can I tell you something?”“What?”“I’m nervous too,” You confess. She raises a brow. “About a lot of things. Paige is starting school for the very first time. You guys are going to a new school. I have to go out and do big girl things like work. It’s all very nerve-wracking.”“Yeah, but at least you get paid.” She sighs. “And you’re already a great mom and a great lawyer. Everyone knows that.”Two true things.“Well, baby, you just have to show them you’re a great person too,” You drop your hands. “Get through today. I’ll take you to the mall later for the new sandals you wanted.”“Really?”“Really,” You nod. “This isn’t going to be an everyday thing. I know you’re trying to make the best of things. It’s only the first day. Put your best foot forward.”“My best foot forward.”She mumbles as she walks with you to the front door. Natasha has all of the children rounded up, snapping pictures on her cell phone, when she notices you walk in.“Cara, get in.” She motions and the teen finds a spot behind her siblings to stand and smile. Natasha snaps a few pictures before she tucks her phone into her pocket. “Okay, everyone in the car. Wheels up in three.” She opens the front door to let them out. “Paige, you better be in your seat when I get out there. I will strap you in when I come out.” Natasha calls after them.“Mom Natasha is hot,” You comment close enough for her to hear.“Not hot enough apparently,” Natasha shoots back. She begins to step away from you.“Oh come on, what’s with the brattiness?” You grip the back of her t-shirt to pull her back into you. By the rise of her cheeks, you can tell she’s smiling even if you can’t see her face. “Don’t think it can’t be taken care of.” You kiss along her neck. “You’d like that wouldn’t you?”Natasha nods. “Skip work.”“On the first day?”“It was worth a shot,” Natasha sighs. “The house is going to be empty for the next couple of hours and I don’t know what to do with myself.”“It’s hardly empty with Alexei and Melina and Luke here,” You name. “You just want me all to yourself.”“Even still,” She pouts turning towards you to fix the collar of your button-down. “Do you need a pep talk? Maybe an extra kiss?”“Yes to both,” You look down at her hands on your shirt. Who knew Natasha Romanoff was a fan of pep talks?“You, Y/n Y/L/N - Romanoff, are the best wife, mother, lawyer there is,” Natasha begins. “You deserve everything that you receive. Love, kindness, grace. You embody every single one of those things with me, with our children. I love you.” She leans her head up to place her lips on yours. You raise a hand to caress her cheek, finding yourself getting lost in her touch before there’s a honk of the horn outside.“Guess it’s time to go,” You mumble as you reach up to wipe your lipstick from Natasha’s lips. You reach for your bag to walk to your car while Natasha walks to hers. You’d be following her to the kids’ school and then driving straight to work. You wait for her to strap Paige and James in before sitting down. You start the car, backing out first before she follows.When you get to the school you didn’t realize how anxious you’d get. Dropping Cara off was fine. She toured the school a couple of days ago so there was no need to come with her to her classes. Not that she would allow you to anyway. She stepped out of the car with a kiss on Natasha’s cheek and a wave to you. She would hold on to what you said.Charlie and James were a piece of cake. Charlie, the social butterfly, stepped into her classroom with pride and confidence. James, the kindergartner, wasn’t as enthusiastic but after seeing the class pet he was sold. Now it’s Paige’s turn. She’s holding your hand, keeping up with your pacing, as you and Natasha walk her to the classroom. The hallways of the pre-k wing are colorful. Murals cover the walls. The paths are clear. The excitement of the morning wore off as you approached the assigned red door. You glance down at Paige every few seconds to see how she’s feeling. She seems to be curling into herself which is to be expected. Your confident sassy three-year-old didn’t enjoy the attention that wasn’t yours or Natasha’s. Her siblings and grandparents are the exception. Preschool was a way for her to interact and learn with other kids her age. She’s met her teacher virtually but you’re still not sure she understands the concept fully.You meet with Paige’s teacher, Ms. Rose, as she waits by the classroom door for everyone to enter. Finally, it’s Paige’s turn, and while she hides behind your leg the entire time she seems interested.“Hello, Paige, we have heard so much about you,” Ms. Rose bends down to greet her. “Do you remember me from the zoom we had? We talked about your favorite color?”Paige gives her a small wave. “Hi.”“Would you like to come with me and see the rest of the classroom?” Ms. Rose asks. She gestures through the open door. “We have arts and crafts. Lots of toys. You even get your cubby where you can put a backpack and jacket.”“You have dolls?” Paige asks. Ms. Rose nods. Paige allows the woman to take her hand to lead her into the classroom. You both watch as Paige comes out of her shell. She puts her stuff away in her assigned cubby when another little girl approaches her. Her first friend, you think. Ms. Rose waves you off, letting you know it’s okay to leave now. If you stayed any longer she may not be so calm. You walk with Natasha to the car, her hand on your lower back the entire time, as she escorts you. You don’t even look her way as you open the driver’s side door.“You gonna cry?” Natasha asks and you nod emotionally.“She didn’t even say goodbye,” You sniffle. You reach into the car to find a napkin for you to wipe your fallen tears. You didn’t realize how difficult this would be. You’ve done it twice already now. Both times you did cry but this time it feels worse. Paige is your mini. She follows you around as if you hung the moon and the stars. You’re her person. Sure, she loves and adores Natasha just as much, but your connection is different.“I’m sure she misses you,” Natasha rubs your back.“What if something goes wrong and she can’t tell us?” You sigh not being able to stop the tears. “She only started speaking full sentences this year. Maybe we should have waited until she was four. I think I’m going to go and get her.” You walk around Natasha only for her to grab your wrist.“No, you don’t.” She laughs.“Now you’re laughing at my pain?” You frown. “Some wife.”“Hey, hey, hey,” Natasha shakes her head. She finds this entire situation amusing you can tell. You cross your arms under your chest. “She’s fine right now. Who’s to say she will be in a couple of days? Take it as a win. She’s in school and learning and she will want to tell you, her favorite person, all about that when you pick her up in about four hours.” She looks down at the watch on her wrist. “You’re going to be late for work.”“Promise you’ll keep your phone on,” You point a finger to Natasha’s chest.“I promise,”“And you’ll call me if things change? I’m picking her up today.” You remind her.“I promise.” Natasha takes the napkin from your hands to wipe your face clean. She kisses your pouting lips before standing beside the car door. “Go knock them dead.” She cheers you on as she closes the door for you.On the list of criers today, she had you at the top and you didn’t disappoint. She watches you drive off before getting into her car. Today was a success.*************Natasha gets back home twenty minutes later. She dresses in a black tank top and tights. She finds Luke sitting with her parents as they pass a ball back and forth between them. It seems they’re trying to keep him engaged. Though he’s soon distracted when he spots Natasha. He bounces on his bottom with his arms in the air, making grabbing motions with his hands, to get Natasha to pick him up. Natasha does so without hesitation. She heaves his tiny body into her arms, kissing his head, as he grips one of the straps of her shirt.“I’m thinking of going for a walk,” Natasha looks at her parents. “I won’t be long. Maybe an hour? Either of you wants to join me.”Melina looks to Alexei with a certain glint in her eye and then back to Natasha. She’s old enough to catch that look. Natasha curls her lip in disgust before she raises a hand.“Whatever you’re about to say don’t,” She shakes her head. “Please keep it in your bedroom and off the family-friendly surfaces.” She begs as she walks around the couch to exit.“That’s a bit rich coming from you isn’t it?” Melina tilts her head. Natasha turns in surprise.“I am just saying we have unluckily been on the end of seeing you in post-coital bliss and not the actual act, which is very healthy for your marriage by the way, but it would only be keeping score right?”“Melina,” Natasha begins and with a raise of the other woman’s brow, she changes her tune. “Mom,” She corrects herself. She doesn’t know when the distinction became so thin line but she didn’t want to argue it now. “I don’t think this is a competition. We are running a tight ship and we have never done anything while-”She’s cut off by Alexei’s obnoxious laugh.“Okay, fine, just please clean.” She gags as she walks out of the room in search of Luke’s stroller. She’d rather not think about what her parents would be getting into while she’s gone. “Your Baba and Deda are crazy people,” Natasha whispers to Luke as she straps him into his stroller. She walks back to the kitchen to put fresh water into her bottle and pack a stroller. Deciding to grab her laptop, Natasha thinks she’ll stop by a coffee shop a few minutes away. That gives her time to catch up on work while also checking out everything else. Natasha packs the baby’s diaper bag and hauls it over to the stroller. She places her headphones into her ear, starting up her favorite workout playlist before she sets out on her walk.She goes at a leisurely pace. A mere four miles. Less than what she’s used to but enough to strike up a hunger in her belly. She finds that the new neighborhood is peaceful. Houses are well kept. Kids are in school. The streets are quiet. Just what she’s been hoping for. She stops at The Eatery, the coffee shop she was planning on checking out, to give herself a break. She figures Luke could eat too. With sunglasses on her face, and her red curls tied into a ponytail, she figures no one would recognize her. She makes her order. A croissant and black coffee. Something light to keep her going. She finds a table and chairs towards the back of the shop. She sits, taking off her glasses so that she can prepare Luke a bottle. He looks at her excitedly, his favorite pacifier in his mouth, as he waits patiently for Natasha to finish making his lunch. She passes it to him and he immediately begins to guzzle down the liquid.Natasha takes out her phone to stop playing the music in her ears. She opens her laptop, clicking through the browser to check her emails. Every once in a while she does a sweep of the place. Her instincts are always aware of every little thing going on. What she doesn’t expect is to see the nosy woman from next door approach her. The woman is also in workout gear with a yoga mat tucked under one arm. She has some kind of green drink in her other hand. She gives Natasha a wave and a smile before sitting down at her table.“Hey neighbor,” Lacy greets and Natasha narrows her eyes just slightly.“Be Nice.” Your voice rings in her head. Making friends was easy enough. She knew how to charm people. Didn’t mean she wanted to.“Hello,” Natasha says simply.“It’s great to see you out and about. Have you had fun exploring our nice little side of heaven?” Lacy sips from her cup. She’s eager to hear Natasha’s answer. “How’s the family?”“They’re good,” Natasha answers. “Everyone is good. The first day of school for them so it was exciting. The neighborhood is great also. Which is why we picked it.”“That’s good to hear,” Lacy smiles before looking over to Luke. “Who’s this handsome young guy? Oh, don’t you have the most beautiful eyes?” Lacy shakes Luke’s hand. He looks at her for a few seconds before returning his attention to his bottle.“This is our youngest, Lucas.” Natasha introduces the two. Though she isn’t that fond of Lacy touching him she knows it may be an overreaction on her part if she said something.“You have four right?” Lacy tries to recount.“Five,” Natasha sips from her mug.“Five! Oh right,” Lacy nods as if it’s jogging her memory. “A full house. How lovely.”“Some days,” Natasha jokes.“Tell me about them?”Natasha purses her lips, glancing back to her laptop before she decides to.“Cara, our oldest is fifteen, our second Charlotte, Charlie for short is seven, you met her the other day,” Natasha begins. “James is five. Paige is three and Luke here is six months. Quickly approaching his seventh.”“They’re all adopted?”“Yes,” Natasha answers.“Wow,” Lacy says. “That is so brave.”“Brave?”“Raising children that you didn’t give birth to,” Lacy explains. Natasha doesn’t know if she’s that tone deaf or if she’s being this way on purpose but she ticks it into another tally for dislike with that comment. “It’s amazing to see how you can build a family and it all works out.”“Well, yes,” Natasha begins. “It’s a choice my wife and I made together and we’re very happy with it.”“I love that,” Lacy smiles widely. A genuine smile. Maybe at the mention of you? Suddenly, Lacy becomes more excitable than she already is. “I knew I recognized you from somewhere. You’re an Avenger? Right?”Natasha shifts uncomfortably. It’s not like she was hiding. Not that she needed to. For the most part, if people recognized her they would leave her alone. Except for the rare occasion when a kid is familiar with her and wants a picture or a hug or something. Adults had their own opinions and thoughts usually ones they kept to themselves out of fear. Rarely did she have problems with fans. While she likes the attention every once in a while she preferred it to be kept to a rare thing.“Yes,” Natasha speaks in a lower tone.“Oh, you have to come to my pilates class next Wednesday,” Lacy decides for her. Natasha doesn’t have it in her to say no. Yet. “You can wear whatever you want. Bring the wife if you please. This is going to be exciting.” Before Natasha can say anything else, Lacy receives a phone call, pulling her from the conversation. She excuses herself from the table with a promise to catch up with Natasha later.Both Natasha and Luke watch her leave with confused expressions on their faces. Though Natasha hides hers better than the infant.“I’m just as confused as you,” Natasha laughs before taking the empty bottle from the baby boy. She certainly hoped there would be no problems from Lacy in the future.*******************Across town, you’re just packing up your space for the day. Your new boss is great. She was welcoming and very encouraging. The new team is wonderful. You’d be looking for an assistant to hire by the end of this week. Overall, you feel very confident in your abilities to bring the company revenue, good publicity, and great work. You get into your car with new anxiety. You can’t wait to pick Paige up and hear about her day. This should be fun.Paige is waiting patiently with the other kids when you step into the classroom. You wait by the entrance, watching her for a few seconds, as she munches on whatever afternoon snack they provided. You look to Ms. Rose and you wave at the same time. You sign the check-out sheet, something for approved pick-up people to sign before you call Paige.“Paige, time to go.” You call over to her and you feel elated at the way her eyes light up when she spots you. She hurriedly rushes out of her chair, running on tiny legs, to throw herself at yours.“Mommy” She giggles. “You came to pick me up from preschool?”“I did,” You laugh as if she didn’t know you would be. “Go, get your backpack and jacket so we can go.” She grabs her things, yelling goodbye to her teacher, before dropping them at your feet. “Did you have fun today?” You ask as you kneel to help her with the jacket.“Yes,” Paige huffs. “We going home now, Mommy?” She asks. She bends down to watch you zip her jacket and again her head is in the way. You manage to do it and you shoulder her backpack. You walk out of her classroom hand in hand as she talks about her day. “We had song time. And snack time.”“Did you have a nap?”“I didn’t want to, Mommy.” Paige shakes her head. “I don’t like naps or sleeping.”“Don’t I know it,” You mutter. You help her into the backseat of your car, thankful that you remembered to transfer her car seat, as she talks animatedly while you reach for the straps.“I do it,” Paige pushes your hands away. She straps herself in as you watch with an amused expression. You guess preschool may be a good thing for her after all.********************By the time you reach home Paige is already asleep in the backseat. You knew the ride would knock her out. You’re almost to your block when you spot Natasha pushing Luke’s stroller up the sidewalk of your street. You slow your speed down just slightly so that you can follow her in the car. You roll down your window, catcalling her, knowing that she can tell it’s you.“Aye, yo, Ma, let me get your number,” You call to her with a fake NY accent. You keep your eyes on the road, glancing at Natasha every few seconds, as she shakes her head in amusement. She’s avoiding your gaze though you can tell she finds it funny. “You have a kid. I have a kid. Maybe we can arrange a playdate. Just for me and you that is. Get to know each other better?” You ask and Natasha laughs.“Shut up and go home please,” Natasha says.“I’m trying to go home with you instead,” You grin and you can tell she’s rolling her eyes under the shades. “Fine be that way. You weren’t that cute anyway.” You quickly roll up your window before driving the rest of the way down the road. You can see a shocked Natasha in your rearview as she makes it a couple of minutes after you. You exit the car, carrying a sleeping Paige over your shoulder, as you find Natasha approaching you.“Not that cute, huh?” She comments with a smirk.“What I meant to say is… you’re very sexy and I love being married to you,” You smile as she kisses you in greeting. You hum before stepping back.“She’s sleeping?” Natasha asks in surprise.“Who knew we had to send her to school to get her to do that,” You joke as you both enter your home. Melina and Alexei are nowhere in sight and Natasha hopes that means they’re in the comfort of their bedroom. She finds a note in the kitchen. They decided to do some of their exploring of the town. There’s a great science museum that she knows Melina has been dying to get a look at.You walk to the third floor, stripping Paige of her skirt and shoes to place her in bed. She only startles for a second before she turns over. Even in her sleep, she reaches for her stuffed bear, Bobo, to tuck into her neck. Natasha is placing Luke in his crib before you tug her out of their shared bedroom. In the hallway, you wrap your arms around her waist, enjoying the feeling of her against you, as you kiss her properly.“How was work?”“Work,” You shrug. “You?”“Work,” She matches your shrug. She tries to ignore your hand lowering dangerously close to her ass as she talks. "I met our neighbor again at the local coffee shop. That woman is a weird one for sure.”“Suburbia does that to people,” You kiss her neck. “I missed you.”“Hmm, I missed you too.” She says. You both simply stand there in the hallway, swaying back and forth, as you hold each other. “Nap with me?”“I thought you’d never ask.” You follow Natasha to your bedroom on the second floor. You lock the door behind you, stripping yourself of your outside clothes. You slide under the covers, moaning at the cool feeling of the sheets, as Natasha climbs in beside you. She rests her head on your chest, her hand finding its way to your breast when you tense. She raises her head to look into your eyes.“Sore?” She questions and you nod. She knows you so well.“I’m getting my period soon,” You explain.“Ah,” She says in understanding. She caresses your breast in her hand this time. Enjoying the weight of it as she massages. Her thumb swipes over your nipple, feeling it harden under her touch, as she dips her head. She pushes down the cup of your bra to take your nipple between her lips. She licks, sucks, and lathes your nipple with the gentleness she knows you need. You sigh in pleasure raising a hand to the back of her head to keep her closer. You intended on coming here for a nap but this time was too precious to pass.“Nat, if you’re not going to f@ck me please don’t tease,” You whisper and of course she obliges. The hand previously holding your breast burns a hot trail down the rest of your skin. She pushes her fingers past the waistband of your panties. Her index finger finds your cl@t easily, leaving no room for you to adjust, as she begins to collect your wetness from the tip of her fingers. She rubs you slowly. Carefully. As if she’s trying to build you up. Your body chases her fingers, your hips canting, hoping for her to push inside. She doesn’t. Instead, she keeps that attention on the little button that keeps you moaning. She rubs. She circles. She teases. Keeping you wet and h@rny. Right where she needs you. Finally, as if realizing how much you need her, Natasha presses inside of you until her finger is fully sheathed. Your walls grip her, the pleasure sending you to cloud nine, as Natasha keeps slow and shallow thrusts.“Yes,” You moan. She knows just where to take it. Just how fast to go. She knows how to get you there even as you fall before you realize it. You clench around Natasha’s fingers with her name on your lips like a broken song. “Nat, Nat, Nat.” You whine over and over again as she stills her fingers inside of you. She hums in appreciation as you lower yourself back down into the pillows. You turn your head towards her. Finding her green eyes swirling with l@st and adoration. “Come here,” You beckon her closer. You help her out of her panties, tossing them somewhere over the edge of the bed, as you keep your hands on her waist. She positions herself on your thigh. She finds her rhythm easily. She’s a wet, needy mess as she spreads her arousal on your thigh. “That’s right, baby,” You encourage her. Her mouth drops open, her brows furrow, and she places her hand on your shoulder for purchase“Chase it, baby,” You coo helping her along. Natasha rocks, riding your thigh with abandon, before she stiffens. Her entire body becomes rigid as she moans softly. She collapses in your arms with a sigh. She kisses your bare chest before stretching her legs fully. You’re going to need a shower at one point but until then you’re content with staying here with Natasha. Your shared breaths are the only sounds in the room as you collect your bearings.“First day of school is turning out to be good,” Natasha breaks the moment first. You chuckle.“It is isn’t it?” You kiss along her sweaty forehead. Natasha’s fingers trace along your chest again, lazy patterns that she finds calm her, as she breathes.You both fall asleep completely sated and satisfied.****************Later that night, when the kids are home and everyone has eaten dinner, you all gather around the family room for a movie. Blankets and pillows are scattered everywhere. Natasha is tucked to your side, Paige in your lap half asleep, with Cara’s feet touching your outer thigh. James is lying on his side while Charlie sleeps with her head in Melina’s lap. Your family is all here. Except for Yelena. You expect her to be visiting soon.As you look around all you see and feel is love.'
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