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kathierif_fic) wrote2012-10-31 01:14 am
kathierif_fic) wrote2012-10-31 01:14 am
Fic: Pet (MCU; Natasha Romanoff/Bruce Banner, FRM)
Title: Pet
by: kathierif_fic
Fandom: Avengers
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff/Bruce Banner
Rating: FRM
Disclaimer: not mine, not true.
Summary: Natasha never had a pet as a kid.
ANs: For kink_bingo's "furry/plushie kink".
Natasha doesn't care to remember much about her childhood, but there's one thing she has tucked away in the folds of her memory and kept safe throughout the years.
She always wanted a pet. A big, strong dog, capable of protecting her and faithful to her and only her, or a cat, stubbornly independent and yet, willing to be hers.
Of course, as an operative of the Red Room, there was never even the opportunity to ask for a pet, and that didn't change when she signed on with SHIELD.
It is, she knows rationally, too dangerous to have a pet. Her life is not exactly peaceful, and who would take care of it in case something happens to her? She's away from home so much, she doesn't even consider the apartment her home anymore, and when would she find time to take care of a pet? To play with it, to feed it regularly, to walk it if it's a dog?
She knows it's pretty much impossible for her to have a pet, but yet, the wish is still there, at the back of her mind where it won't get in the way and where it won't get damaged by her daily life. This yearning is like a childhood memory of its own, and when she's alone and safe, she sometimes pulls it to the forefront of her thoughts, unwraps it from all the protective layers of doubts and objections and holds it close, like a delicate glass figurine, the want a sweet pain that she thoroughly enjoys.
She remembers that now, remembers the way her heart ached in her chest and all she could think of was the pet she would have one day, and, she decides that it doesn't matter what she felt when she was just a child, because this, the thing she has now, is so much better.
She doesn't have the words to describe how she feels when she fastens the soft, furry ears against her lover's head, makes sure they stay put and strokes a single fingertip along the length and down, over his scalp and neck, checking briefly that the thin red leather collar with the silver tag is not too tight before continuing down the long line of his back until she reaches the tail, soft and smooth fur tickling the calloused palms of her hands.
She doesn't remember later if she made any sounds, but she lifts her hand again, lets it come to rest on Bruce's curly hair and combs her fingers through, again careful of the ears, and Bruce relaxes against her, the muscles in his shoulders that are almost tense slowly loosening.
He purrs, and Natasha hums happily and pulls him close to her and presses herself against him, her mouth on his and her tongue trying to find the origin of that purr. She scratches her nails gently down this chest and then reaches around, to the tail again.
Bruce leans up and kisses her before licking his way down her body, her clothes long discarded and forgotten. He knows what he's doing, his focus razorsharp and narrow and focused on her alone, and Natasha gives up some of her control, relaxes into the pillows on their bed and grabs a fistful of hair and ear, to guide him if necessary, but Bruce is a genius on top of being indulgent and very tolerant of other people's kinks and she relaxes her grip and focuses on stroking his hair and ears while he licks into her, his tongue soft and gentle but with a hint of aggression lurking behind every move. He has stamina, she knows, and they could be here for hours if it's up to him and the mood strikes, and so Natasha settles in for the long haul.
Awareness of the outside world narrows as he goes on, his fingers playing her like a finely-tuned instrument, and Natasha wraps a leg around his waist, her calf brushing against the tail, and enjoys the ride, the brush of the ears against the skin of her legs, her stomach, her fingers when she reaches out to touch them again only making her arousal thrum louder in her blood.
Natasha never had a pet when she was a kid.
But now, she has Bruce, and he makes the best kind of pet any person could ever imagine, and she loves him and never wants to let him go again.
It's the last thought she has before she comes for the first time, ear crumbled between her strong fingers, and Bruce gentles her through it, his tail brushing against her leg in a soothing caress. It's only a short while until she recovers, and she uses the time to straighten his fake ear again and to slip her fingers under the collar he's wearing, to make sure it's not too tight.
She might not ever having had a pet when she was small, but this, having Bruce slowly and soothingly brushing the tip of his tongue against her wet skin, his hands on her thighs and his tail wrapped loosely around Natasha's leg and one of the ears drooping slightly, this made up for any pet-related sacrifices of her childhood.
by: kathierif_fic
Fandom: Avengers
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff/Bruce Banner
Rating: FRM
Disclaimer: not mine, not true.
Summary: Natasha never had a pet as a kid.
ANs: For kink_bingo's "furry/plushie kink".
Natasha doesn't care to remember much about her childhood, but there's one thing she has tucked away in the folds of her memory and kept safe throughout the years.
She always wanted a pet. A big, strong dog, capable of protecting her and faithful to her and only her, or a cat, stubbornly independent and yet, willing to be hers.
Of course, as an operative of the Red Room, there was never even the opportunity to ask for a pet, and that didn't change when she signed on with SHIELD.
It is, she knows rationally, too dangerous to have a pet. Her life is not exactly peaceful, and who would take care of it in case something happens to her? She's away from home so much, she doesn't even consider the apartment her home anymore, and when would she find time to take care of a pet? To play with it, to feed it regularly, to walk it if it's a dog?
She knows it's pretty much impossible for her to have a pet, but yet, the wish is still there, at the back of her mind where it won't get in the way and where it won't get damaged by her daily life. This yearning is like a childhood memory of its own, and when she's alone and safe, she sometimes pulls it to the forefront of her thoughts, unwraps it from all the protective layers of doubts and objections and holds it close, like a delicate glass figurine, the want a sweet pain that she thoroughly enjoys.
She remembers that now, remembers the way her heart ached in her chest and all she could think of was the pet she would have one day, and, she decides that it doesn't matter what she felt when she was just a child, because this, the thing she has now, is so much better.
She doesn't have the words to describe how she feels when she fastens the soft, furry ears against her lover's head, makes sure they stay put and strokes a single fingertip along the length and down, over his scalp and neck, checking briefly that the thin red leather collar with the silver tag is not too tight before continuing down the long line of his back until she reaches the tail, soft and smooth fur tickling the calloused palms of her hands.
She doesn't remember later if she made any sounds, but she lifts her hand again, lets it come to rest on Bruce's curly hair and combs her fingers through, again careful of the ears, and Bruce relaxes against her, the muscles in his shoulders that are almost tense slowly loosening.
He purrs, and Natasha hums happily and pulls him close to her and presses herself against him, her mouth on his and her tongue trying to find the origin of that purr. She scratches her nails gently down this chest and then reaches around, to the tail again.
Bruce leans up and kisses her before licking his way down her body, her clothes long discarded and forgotten. He knows what he's doing, his focus razorsharp and narrow and focused on her alone, and Natasha gives up some of her control, relaxes into the pillows on their bed and grabs a fistful of hair and ear, to guide him if necessary, but Bruce is a genius on top of being indulgent and very tolerant of other people's kinks and she relaxes her grip and focuses on stroking his hair and ears while he licks into her, his tongue soft and gentle but with a hint of aggression lurking behind every move. He has stamina, she knows, and they could be here for hours if it's up to him and the mood strikes, and so Natasha settles in for the long haul.
Awareness of the outside world narrows as he goes on, his fingers playing her like a finely-tuned instrument, and Natasha wraps a leg around his waist, her calf brushing against the tail, and enjoys the ride, the brush of the ears against the skin of her legs, her stomach, her fingers when she reaches out to touch them again only making her arousal thrum louder in her blood.
Natasha never had a pet when she was a kid.
But now, she has Bruce, and he makes the best kind of pet any person could ever imagine, and she loves him and never wants to let him go again.
It's the last thought she has before she comes for the first time, ear crumbled between her strong fingers, and Bruce gentles her through it, his tail brushing against her leg in a soothing caress. It's only a short while until she recovers, and she uses the time to straighten his fake ear again and to slip her fingers under the collar he's wearing, to make sure it's not too tight.
She might not ever having had a pet when she was small, but this, having Bruce slowly and soothingly brushing the tip of his tongue against her wet skin, his hands on her thighs and his tail wrapped loosely around Natasha's leg and one of the ears drooping slightly, this made up for any pet-related sacrifices of her childhood.