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Playing Nice	By : HarlotOhara Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Avengers Views: 3475 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Avengers nor any of the characters in this. They are owned by Marvel. This was not written for profit.

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A/N: This is the first lesbian sex scene I've ever written. It's basically gratuitous.
Sharon had caught the trained eye of The Black Widow numerous times before that evening and that came as no surprise.

She had a tight figure with long hard legs that were constantly encased by shiny black latex and fluffy blonde hair that she pulled tightly back into a high ponytail. She smelled like �unscented� hand lotion and free hotel room shampoo on most days, though on occasion there was a trace of perfume rubbed onto her neck that might have been more appropriate on her grandmother. She was good looking, if not in the smoldering and predatory way of her friend. Frankly put, she was the stereotypical �All American Girl� but with a shiny government issue badge.

The features that stood out the most to Natasha weren�t the stunning grey-blue eyes that reminded her so much of a storming sky but the way she cursed at the mirror roughly when she applied her mascara in the women�s room. Those well formed red painted lips always seemed to spout some of the hardest things that �Good Guys� could get away with saying and it sent a tingle down the spine of Mrs. Romanova. She had always liked her men to be at least as strong as her but her women�she liked them to be plain deadly.

And that�s what had found her beside Agent Carter in a dank Alabama alleyway with a dirty and disgruntled man at their feet. Crossbones had been his usual charming self that November�s eve and his eyes sparkled with the glint of ill-directed hatred so common to his type when Agent 13 gripped his shirtfront. For now, the Widow stood facing the entry to the alley to watch for the rest of their group and just listened to her partner work. �You know, Brock� She ground out, looking up and down his unmasked face with disgust. �This isn�t really worth my time. You�re so pathetic that Captain America couldn�t be bothered with you anymore, just the same as The Redskull and your own fucking father.�

Dark eyes rolled up then from their dejected gaze to the ground to meet Sharon�s then and Crossbones spat directly into her face. He was normally more restricted to plain out violence but the hint of abandonment by his captive audience mixed with the reminder of his mentor�s loyalty was enough that he forgot his small attempts to appear genteel. He was fixated on the two older men and the mockery of it fractured the last hold he had on his uneven temper. The villain had no idea that the words were a lie but even if he had, he had been pushed as much by the two ladies as he was willing to take that night.

Blood stained saliva dripped down Sharon�s cheek and she wiped her face against her shoulder, letting her eyes rise. Natasha had turned around at the sound of aggravation and was holding her hand out to offer to take him off of the hands of the other woman. �Sure. You can take him from here, Black Widow.� Sharon agreed, her features showing her amusement at Crossbones� growing worry with the suggestion. Who was it who had decided they were the �fairer sex�? She would have smiled if she hadn�t been on duty, but then, Natasha had no trouble smiling enough for them both.

If nothing else, Crossbones had the good grace to look almost frightened by the seductive figure sauntering towards him for a full minute before his shaven head hit the pavement with a resounding slam. Sin had obviously taught him well enough not to underestimate woman in positions of power and it showed in his unmuffled groan of agony. The Black Widow threw her long blood red locks over a shoulder and cracked her knuckles as her heel connected with his shoulder; life was particularly good that night.

It got even better when they returned back to SHIELD head-quarters and began figuring out their suddenly freed plans for the rest of the night. Neither of them had expected to be off quite as soon as they had been, but then, they hadn�t anticipated his agreement to come so easily. Maybe there was something to their combined work that the rest of the Avengers just lacked.

Signing the last of her paperwork, Sharon glanced up casually to her newest partner and offered an invitation that had sounded smoother than any she had received in the past few years. There was no stumbling in her voice and no reference to her code-name. That counted for a lot. �You want to come over tonight?� She had suggested with her usual bluntness. �I just rented �Halloween� last night and I can make popcorn without burning it.�

Natasha had been tapping a long painted nail against the desk as she finished her own account of their evening�s work and she nodded her head. Without even taking into account the attraction, it still sounded more fun than finishing War and Peace or answering e-mails did by a long shot. �It sounds like a plan to me. Do you want me to bring Coke or beer?� She had offered casually, signing beside the appointed �X� with a lavish swirl to her name. The pen she had �borrowed� from Mr. Stark�s desk had been purple and thus seemed to require the use of effeminate writing skills, down to the last hideous lavender drop.

�Bring Coke.� Her friend offered. �And not that diet crap.�

An hour and a half later, the sounds of badly acted screams were filling the darkened living room of Agent 13�s home. Empty red Coke cans were discarded in a neat line of three to the coffee table and Sharon�s lips were sweet with the flavor when they pressed against Natasha�s finally. Faked fear and blood-shed might have been what turned her on or maybe it was when she had smelled the henna released into the air after she helped her Russian girlfriend brush out the tangles in her hair. It didn�t matter which it was because her hands were quick to slide up under Natasha�s shirt and she knew what felt good to women.

Those same small delicate hands pinched her nipples through a thin cotton bra and then slid around to her back to unfasten the lingerie without a catch. Natasha pulled away just long enough to divest herself of the clothing that stood in their way when the latch was undone and Sharon followed with the same routine. They kissed again more passionately and it felt soft, gentle and very right to have their respective lipsticks sliding together between them. Long red nails scraped painfully against the SHIELD agent�s shoulders when her paramour pulled her close and she pushed forward into the Black Widow�s arms. Their breasts pressed comfortably against each other and for that brief moment of first contact it felt anything but awkward.

Neither of them spoke as their hands slowly explored similar curves of high smooth breasts and thighs that were firmly muscled and hard even covered with the soft smooth skin of a woman. Sharon�s fingers slowly found the parting of their embracing bodies and she rubbed her fingers roughly against Natasha, sending a hard warm surge through the assassin�s veins when she found the right rhythm so quickly. Sharon�s other wrist was pulled close to full ruby-red lips, the heat of Natasha�s breath against the path of her vein was mesmerizing and she groaned loudly when she felt sharp teeth biting down with vampyric allure. She curved her fingers upwards in retaliation to the startle; sliding two of them without warning into her partner�s heated opening. She pushed the digits as far upwards as her position would allow and at feeling the warm wetness of Natasha�s arousal drip down into her palm let out a heavy sigh.

�Bedroom?� Natasha interrupted breathily. Although her hand was grabbing Sharon�s arm to guide it, she ignored the shivers that ran through her body for long enough to redirect them away from the antique couch. If she planned on enjoying their quick romp, she wanted more room than was being offered by the narrow seating arrangements. Sharon seemed to agree with the sentiment and she removed her hand to wrap her arms around the Russian�s backside, lifting her upwards. The older woman wrapped her legs around the slender waist of her friend and they moved the short distance like that, falling into the unmade bed with eager seeking touches.

Natasha had always preferred to be in the dominate position and this evening was no different so she straddled her friend and dropped her hands down on the bedding beside either side of the other�s face. Sharon�s hands were against the top of her thighs, gripping her legs tightly as she pushed upwards against her. They ground against each other like that, avoiding the evitable knock of their hipbones meeting in that position.

The Russian�s cheeks flushed a rosy hint soon and her lips were a deep crimson, her sensually obvious arousal evident in even her facial features. Sharon moaned when she noted the glossy eyes closing and placed her hands on either side of the woman�s waist, pushing upwards with her hips to press them harder together. Their wetness intermingled and sped the shaky thrusts of their pelvises against one and other, sending the pleasurable jolts of tensing muscles down through them both.

Sweat had trickled down from blood red hair onto Natasha�s face and Sharon found the cool droplets of her perspiration to be almost sweet when they slid down her neck and then further down onto full high breasts. She was clenching her palms into white-knuckled fists and twisting at the waist to offer more contact to her pleasurable spots. Her dyed black eyelashes fluttered at her cheeks perfectly when she found it and she gritted her teeth. She could have even made a straight girl come with her movements and Sharon fell under her talents faster for want of it.

A few minutes of quiet breathing filled the room while they continued stroking warm palms against firm arms and long legs. It didn�t take long for further inspiration to form in either of their minds and Sharon offered up a new suggestion when Natasha�s hand slid between her dampened thighs again. �I have a box under my bed and I think the batteries are still good�� it began as long nails scratched shallow lines against sensitive skin.

In the living room the faked horror movie screaming had died down and was replaced with moans. November was looking forward to being a very good month.
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