XXV. HOT STUFF

Natasha woke up one morning, the sky was a cloudy gray. Rain pattered on the roof, and she wrapped her arm around Amara's waist, tucking her head in the crook of her neck. Amara laced her fingers with Natasha's humming happily.

She looked back at her sleepy girlfriend, who's eyes fluttered closed. she brushed Nat's cheek with the pad of her finger. Natasha pulled her closer, her breath fanning her neck.

"mm," Amara says. "I don't want to get up."

"Why do we have to go to work?" Natasha asks.

"Because we're adults," Amara says.

"Sounds kinda homophobic to me," Natasha says, kissing Amara's neck gently.

"Yeah, but Fury'll kill us if we miss any more work, and we can't have that," Amara tells her, climbing out of bed.

"But it's warm down here," Natasha says. "Nooooo," Amara walked into the bathroom, sticking out her tongue. Natasha scrunched her nose at her.

"Fury called," Amara says, poking her head outside.

"When?" Natasha asks, sitting up.

"Last night, you were in the shower. They moved our stuff into the new apartment."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Natasha asks, trying to will herself to get out of bed.

"I forgot?" Amara ventures.

"Fair." Natasha climbed out of bed and got ready as Amara put in some earrings and headed downstairs. She scooped up Cooper and rested him on her hip.

"Well, if it isn't auntie Amara," Clint says. "Where's the wife?" Clint asks.

"She's in the shower," Amara says, taking a seat at the kitchen table. "And we're not married yet."

"Are you guys ready for the mission in a few days?" Clint asks.

"Yeah, I'm actually pretty excited. I have a feeling it'll be a long one," She says.

"Yeah, we're going all the way to Hungary. You bet your ass it'll be a long one."

"Where are you going again?" Laura asks, putting her hands on Clint's shoulders.

"Budapest."

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"Wow," Amara says. Their apartment was bigger than the one they'd had before. It had two bedrooms, a nice kitchen, a bathroom, a living room, and a dining room. There's a balcony too, and It's amazing.

"I love it here," Natasha says. SHIELD had unpacked everything for them as a 'we're sorry some bigot trashed your old apartment' gift. Though, the new apartment thing was enough. Amara would bet that Coulson was in on it. Natasha walked into the bedroom and dropped their bags on the floor and sighed, opening the empty fridge.

"We need to go grocery shopping," Natasha says.

"By we, you mean me right?" Amara asks. "I'll go on my way home."

"Where are you going?" Natasha asks.

"I have an OBGYN appointment," She says. Natasha wraps her arms around Amara, placing her head in the crook of her neck, kissing her shoulder. "mm, Baby, I gotta go," Amara groans, her eyes fluttering shut.

"Stay," Natasha says.

"Your argument is quite compelling," Amara says. "But I really do need to go." She pulls away from Natasha's embrace and walks away, turning and winking as she walks away. Though she tried to be cool, she failed and bumped into the table, turning around and walking out the door.

Natasha laughed and decided to head out herself.

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"Are you sexually active?" Amara's doctor asks. She was a sweet brunette woman Amaa hadn't ever been to, but it was Nat's doctor so it was good.

"yes," Amara says.

"Are you in a relationship?"

"Yes," Amara says.

"Awesome! For how long?"

"About 9 months."

"Awesome. Are you using a condom?"

"no, we-"

"Are you on the pill?" The doctor seems more concerned.

"No," Amara says.

"Are you using any forms of birth control?"

"No, I-"

"And you're not pregnant?"

"No."

"How do you know?"

"I'm gay. I'm dating a girl." The look on the doctor's face was priceless, Amara wished she could take a picture and send it to Natasha.

Meanwhile, Natasha walked into a little family-owned jewelry store. She'd been in many times before, but she never needed to buy anything. She wandered around, looking at the rows and rows of diamonds encased in glass.

"Looking for anything Natasha?" The older woman says. Her name was Miss Delmore, and she was the closest thing (outside of Amara and Clint) to a family.

"I'm gonna propose," Nat says.

"Who's the lucky one?" She asks.

"Her name is Amara."

"Do you love her?"

"More than anything in the entire world."

"come over here," Miss Delmore says. She pointed to an utterly breathtaking ring. It was bezel set round cut with a rose gold band. The diamond was ever so slightly gray and blue, it was amazing. The band was thin and minimalistic,

"wow," Natasha exhales. "I'll take it."

"Alright."

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"I'm home, mon tout," Amara says. Natasha was seated on the couch, one arm on the back of the couch, the other running through her hair. Natasha stood and helped her unload the groceries.

"Я так сильно тебя люблю," Natasha whispers.

"Je t'aime tellement plus," Amara says, pulling Natasha into her arms. "Vous ai-je manqué?"//did you miss me?// Amara moves over and begins playing music, the sweet sound filling the apartment.

"как ад, мой дорогой,"//like hell, my dear// Natasha says quietly. Amara kisses her, the contact giving her butterflies.

Natasha made her feel the same way as when they started dating. It was always the same spark of electricity, the same buzz whenever they cuddled. It was love. Natasha was the best thing that'd ever happened to her. Natasha was Amara's love, the light of her life, her everything.

"Don't ever leave me, okay?" Natasha whispers. Amara kisses her in response, her heart thumping.

"I promise," Amara says. Natasha pressed their foreheads together, her breathing was relaxed.

They could've stayed like this forever.