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her careless whisper

you interrupt an important meeting of natasha’s and she reacts in a way that even her colleagues are surprised by.

warnings: MOB!NATASHA, nothing but sweet fluff.

You know Natasha sits busy in her meeting to, but as the bedroom passes by with the silence and the spot beside you grows colder by the minute, you frown to yourself and huff at your insomnia.

It’s barely even midnight and the two of you had fallen asleep early but Natasha had woke up and promised that she’d be back. But within half an hour, she was still gone and your fingers itched for her presence.

You knew not to disturb her while she was conducting business but hopefully she’ll make an exception for this once. You knew she couldn’t say no to you, not when you peered up at her with heavy lashes and those doe eyes.

And you knew it as you stepped down the stairs, entering the grand foyer where you room a left and walked down the hall for a moment before fitting the large doors that were closed. You knew Natasha was behind the oak doors and you paused for a moment to contemplate your decision.

But as quick as your thoughts were, the door swung open and one of Natasha’s business partners from Europe stomped out of the room without even batting an eye at you.

Your eyes were wide and your heart raced at the sudden scare, but that was relieved when you looked into the room and found Natasha and the rest of her business partners staring at you like you were some deer.

You swallowed at the attention but it were Natasha’s eyes that you feared more. She looked at you emotionless, her deep emerald eyes were striking and you knew despite her facade, she was just as surprised at your presence.

She turned slowly back to the men that surrounded her but you stepped inside of the room regardless of her silence. Once the door clicked shut, she began speaking once more.

Her voice echoed loudly throughout the room and her tone was firm and there was an edge to it that you couldn’t pin point. However, as you stood there with wide eyes, you noticed her attention wavering as her eyes kept glancing over to you.

One of the men seemed to notice and coughed, inevitably interrupting Natasha mid-sentence.

“Aren’t you going to introduce us to the pretty lady?”

Natasha raised a brow and then turned to you, still nothing on her face but you watched as her men grinned as they followed along and looked at you like prey.

The redhead hummed. “My apologies...” She motioned an arm for you to near her and when you did, she snatched you into her lap within an arms length away. “Gentleman, my wife.”

You politely smiled at them and waved a meek hand, some of the men smiled back while some grinned with mischief. And while the dangers of their thoughts were obvious to your eyes, you knew you weren’t in any true harm as long as Natasha was around.

Natasha then hooked her arm around your waist and pulled you closer, without any other warnings, she urged the meeting to continue. And as you say there, curled up in your lover’s lap, listening to the men talk about their next business and finances, Natasha leaned close to peck your head.

You smiled and nuzzled your nose against her neck, smelling the faint scent of her perfume still lingering on her pale skin.

Then you spoke: “I’m sorry. I missed you”

She hummed and then whispered. “We will talk tomorrow, dekta. Just sleep.”

And even in the presence of the men she callss her colleagues, she doesn’t fear their judgement for her love for you. Instead, she holds you close almost like her prized possession. They fear the Russian mob boss for it, for her love for you creates more anger and dominance in how the redhead holds her self.

As you succumb to your slumber, the faint noises of voices and the familiar sound of the door clicking echoes deep in your ear. A moment passes with silence but Natasha continues to hold you anyways. Her lips caresses the rim of your ear and you sigh.

“Goodnight, bubba.”

You smile at her gentle tone, curling further against the Russian’s hold as she carried the both of you back into bed.

“Love you too, Nat...”