Natasha

CHRISTMAS EVE, 23:54

Snow crunches beneath your feet. The wind is quick to remove all evidence of your steps. Your destination: a safehouse. With your mission successful, you are to wait for your pickup. Come Christmas morning, you would be gone.

With every step, your mind remained on your partner. While you knew her as Natasha, her reputation as the Black Widow grew with every mission. For this mission, Natasha's cover was that of Natalie Rushman: your fiancée.

She played her part well. Naturally, she was the center of attention wherever you went, making her the perfect distraction while you worked. Though you caught glances of how, on more than one occasion, Nat was solicited by figures who were very powerful and very married, "Natalie" spent most of the time staring at you like you held up the sun.

Of course, you assume it was just Natasha being excellent at her job. But that came into question when you found yourselves caught under a mistletoe. She didn't hesitate, pulling you into a breathtaking kiss.

It wasn't the first time you shared a kiss with Natasha. On some occasions, she would moan against your lips. Others, she would end them with an exaggerated "MWAH!" But this one was different from all the rest.

During this particular kiss, a small noise escaped from the back of her throat; close to a whimper, but not quite. It was a noise you associate with Natasha alone. It's the sound she makes whenever she shares something from her past, whether it be from regret of a life she took, or from her time in the Red Room. The Black Widow's confession.

You put those thoughts aside once you finally reach your destination. Your eyes land on a lone cabin; your safehouse for the night. A single candle sat at the window; your partner had made it.

Not wanting to end up with a bullet in your head, you perform the secret knock on the door. Pushing the cabin door open, you are greeted with an image that makes your jaw drop.

"Hey, sailor."

Nat kneels in front of a decorated Christmas tree, presents properly placed beneath it. The Christmas hat atop her head was the most modest item of clothing she wore. Her candy-cane striped socks climb all the way to her thighs, leading to the matching thong that barely covers anything. The fur-trimmed top she wore was pushed back; her breasts would be exposed if not for the red ribbon wrapped around them. Right next to the bow is a tag that reads, "Do not open until Christmas."

Following your gaze, Natasha's hand moves up her body and finds the silk bow keeping her breasts covered, threatening to undo it. The way she looks at you warms you better than any fire. She adds. "Glad you made it home safely. Was worried I'd have to celebrate Christmas all alone~♥."

She reaches behind her with her free hand. When she pulls it back, she holds up a mistletoe, wagging it playfully. "So, you think you can wait till morning?" She tilts her head with a knowing smirk. "Or do you want to sneak a peek at your present?"