Black Widow - Compromised Ch. 06

When she changed out of her suit in her quarters, she took a moment to look at herself. Even cleaned up, she looked like she'd been through a war, and in a way, she had. The bruises and cuts weren't great, but they were ones shared by others on this ship, and in the city.

Without her suit, she felt like a civilian walking through the corridors of the helicarrier, largely unseen by the other agents and technicians roaming the aircraft in her leather jacket and jeans. She was almost stopped as she strolled towards the bridge, before the young guard realised who she was and slinked away in embarrassment.

The bridge, however, was lacking any true leadership. The staff were still at work, though much more relaxed than last time she saw them. Fury didn't exactly have his own office, he was always here. Natasha didn't even know where to look, and when she asked Sitwell, he simply suggested she ask the Deputy Director.

Natasha tried to put her last experience here out of her mind as she knocked on the door to Maria's office. Given everything that's happened in the last few hours, she wasn't scared of talking to her, but she wasn't exactly looking forward to it either.

After what felt like a long time, she heard a quiet voice tell her to come in.

As she entered the office, her eyes found it difficult to adjust to how dark it was in there. It took her a moment before she spotted Maria, sat down with her bare feet up on the desk. As Natasha drew in closer, she saw a bottle of whiskey on the desk, and no glass to go with it. She sat down opposite Hill, who took a swig of the bottle.

"Fancy a drink, Romanoff?"

"Um...yeah. I'd love one. I need one to be honest."

Maria opened a drawer in front of her and pulled out a small glass, which she promptly filled with whiskey.

"So, why are you here?" Maria asked, in a typically to-the-point fashion.

"Actually, I came to speak to Fury but I couldn't see him anywhere... Are you okay though?"

"Don't bother yourself with it. I can help you find Fury."

Natasha reached over to the lamp on the table and tapped it, bringing some dim light to the room. Now that Maria was properly lit up, Natasha could see the familiar look of mild disdain on her face, but she was definitely not in her best condition.

Her lip was cut, her cheek bruised, and her uniform was ripped and torn in various places. And that was just the areas she could see as she sat behind the desk.

"Jesus Hill, do you need some help?"

"I've got my help," Maria bluntly stated, taking another swig of the bottle. She then pointedly pushed the glass closer to Natasha, who took the hint and downed the glass.

"Good girl," the Deputy Director replied, before she filled the glass again. The two of them sat and drank a little more in silence, before Maria spoke up again.

"Listen. I don't want to make this any longer than it needs to be, but I should tell you: I don't want any bad blood. You and me, we should reset. All this catastrophe is a little overwhelming, but it does give you a little perspective. We're on the same side."

"Yeah, I agree," Natasha said, unsure what to say, but glad that Maria was making peace with her. "Now will you listen to me when I say you should get checked up?"

"Pfft I'm fine," Maria said with a smile, but as she shifted in her seat, she winced in pain, and held onto her shoulder. Natasha couldn't help but feel bad for her, despite what had gone down between them. She looked so utterly wiped out, her normally high reserves of confidence depleted.

So, she took the plunge, getting up and walking behind Maria's chair to see what the problem was. Maria eyed her suspiciously as she touched her shoulder, even tensing up slightly, but soon let Natasha's hands settle on either side of her neck.

On her top form, Maria would have grabbed her hands by now, but instead she sighed and let it happen.

"What are you doing?" she asked as her eyes closed.

"I'm going to give you a massage."

"Last I checked, massages don't help much with battle wounds."

"Hey, I'm the one who was fighting aliens in the street, give me the benefit of the doubt."

Maria chuckled. It was quiet, but Natasha caught it, smiling to herself at the small victory. That must've been the first time she'd heard her laugh or smile in her presence - for a good reason anyway.

Natasha placed her fingertips on Maria's upper trapezius muscle and pressed down firmly, holding her still as she winced from the pain. Digging her fingers down, she rotated them, trying to unfurl whatever knots Maria had in her shoulders.

She thought back, for a moment, to where she learned this kind of thing. Unlike the places where she picked up a lot of her skills, this wasn't a bad memory, though it did come from a bad place.

Back in the Red Room, where she was made into the Black Widow at a young age, she had to take ballet classes. Perfecting these recitals led to plenty of injuries, and the girls had to look after each other in these situations.

It also, she later found, was a helpful way to dispel tension, or, to put it plainly, to make someone like you. It was a simple, nice thing to do for someone, and it was clearly working on Maria. While she seemed pained by the sensation at first, she soon relaxed, her tense muscles relaxing too. When Natasha moved her hands to her deltoid muscle, she even heard her groan with the satisfaction.

After a minute of this, Natasha got a little bored, but stuck with it. A minute after that, and she thought she'd put enough time in. She brought her hands back to Maria's shoulders, then took them away completely.

"Unfortunately, I can't do this all day... I've got to find Fury."

"No no no," Maria moaned, "stay a little longer."

It was as this moment that Natasha realised, Maria was a little drunk. She wasn't a mess, but she was definitely a little tipsy. Maria wasn't one to admit needing anyone, let alone her.

"Listen, Romanoff. You have another drink, give me ten more minutes of the good stuff, then you can leave - or have another drink. Your choice."

Before Natasha could say anything, Maria had already poured her a drink, and it was well over a double.

"Yeah, okay," the agent relented. "10 more minutes, then I really have to get going."

"Good girl," Maria smiled, but rather than leaning back in her desk chair, she instead got to her feet.

"Excuse me," she muttered with mock politeness as she stepped past her visitor, walking towards her sofa before she stopped with her back to her. Wordlessly, she unzipped her S.H.I.E.L.D. catsuit down to her waist, and slid her arms from the sleeves, pushing the top down of the suit so it hung from her belt.

Natasha watched, perplexed, as Maria released the clasp on her bra and slipped it off her shoulders, leaving her top half completely naked. She reached the sofa and lay down on her front, resting with her arms crossed beneath her head. Turning her head to the side, she looked back to Natasha.

"Come on then, haven't got all day. Top drawer on the right."

Deciding not to outright deny her, knowing the trouble it could cause, Natasha followed her words. In the top drawer of her desk were a number of odd items, including some massage oil. Natasha raised an eyebrow, took the bottle and headed back to Maria.

"How am I doing this?"

"Climb aboard," Maria murmured, "don't pretend like you haven't done this before."

Unsure whether that was meant to be an insult or not, Natasha took a deep breath. 'Just be glad she's tipsy,' she thought to herself, 'sober Maria would be so much worse to handle'.

With that thought, she tentatively placed her knee on the sofa, to the left of Maria's hips. As she brought her knee down on the other side, she spent a moment taking in the fact she was now straddling the Deputy Director, before she got to work.

She applied a little oil to her fingers and began her massage of Maria's bare back, making sure to take her time as she waited for the ten minutes to be over, so she could meet Fury and get off this ship for a while. She tried to think about something else, but Maria frequently brought her back to the room, cooing and letting out small gasps as she caressed her back.

At times, she felt Maria lift her ass up and move it slowly around, pressing against her thighs and grazing her crotch. It was hard to tell if it was subconscious or not.

"Stop," Maria ordered, out of nowhere, and Natasha did.

"What?"

"This isn't fair."

"No, it's fine, don't worry."

"No no... I mean - it's not fair on me. I'm lying here half-naked while you're fully clothed. You need to match me."

"Maria, I don't think-"

"Hey! Not a request, Romanoff. You're my employee - so match me."

Natasha hesitated for a moment, considering storming out the door, but then she thought again. Maria still had that video of her after all, and she didn't seem altogether with it. Maybe she should give her just this last win, then get out of there for good.

"Fine," Natasha sighed, as she began to comply. She swiftly took off her cream leather jacket and dropped it to the floor. She then grabbed her black vest top and pulled it over her head, unbuckling her bra and adding it to the pile.

'Better to get it over and done with,' she thought, noticing her nipples harden slightly as they met the cold air.

Natasha returned to her work, pressing her palms deep into Maria's muscles. If she was going to give a massage, it was going to be a good one. She was distracted though; baring her breasts to the room had made the situation far more erotic, and that wasn't what she intended.

Maria was probably just doing it for kicks, or maybe even believed her own drunken logic, but Natasha was acutely aware of how her own boobs moved as she worked her magic with her hands, and Maria's gyrations below her.

Just as Natasha began to wonder whether the ten minutes was up yet, Maria abruptly shifted positions below her. Twisting on the spot, she remained between Natasha's legs as she turned, now lying on her back facing up at her.

'Now, this definitely feels sexual,' Natasha thought as she looked down at Maria's breasts, as she, topless too, straddled her waist.

"They look even better out of the catsuit," Maria said with a grin, and Natasha couldn't help but blush.

She brought her hands towards her chest to cover herself, but stopped halfway, unsure whether it was more ridiculous to sit there topless or shyly hide them after everything that had happened.. But soon Maria looked away, more preoccupied with her own clothing as she slowly pushed her uniform down past her hips.

"I want you to do my thighs, they're killing me. While I have you, might as well make full use of you."

Natasha watched her edge them past her waist, hoping to have a look of patient disinterest but fearing she looked curious. Soon, they were down to her knees, putting her blue panties on display. Tearing her gaze from the material covering her crotch, she noticed Maria looking at her expectantly, so returned to her work.

She brought the same technique to the muscle in Maria's upper thighs, but soon found that they really weren't in too bad a shape. So, she saved herself some effort and massaged the oiled skin more lightly, more of a caress than deep muscle relaxation. Maria sighed a few times, but otherwise didn't stir.

For a moment, Natasha thought she might have fallen asleep before a hand met hers, pushing them away from her thighs as she sat up. Maria pulled her legs from underneath Natasha, but when the redhead went to move off the sofa, she ordered, "no, stay there."

With her legs off the sofa, she took of her slipped the catsuit off her legs, leaving the catsuit in a pile on the floor. Now clad only in her panties, with breasts still on display, Maria got back into the same position, sliding her now-bare legs underneath Natasha, before bending both knees and bringing her feet towards her.

"I need a foot rub," she stated. Natasha consciously paused, giving Maria a look that said 'don't push it'. Maria chuckled to herself, then relented, "please?".

Half-satisfied, Natasha sat cross-legged, and took one of her feet into her hands, where she began to massage her again. 'She must be drunk if she's even joking about the p-word,' she thought to herself.

In this position, she felt far more like she was helping out a friend, as she had done during those ballet practice sessions so long ago. Yet when one movement accidentally brought one of Maria's toes to briefly graze her bare nipple, she was reminded how out of the ordinary this experience actually was.

After she spent a few minutes on her right foot, she went to move onto the other, but she was cut short by one word that left Maria's lips: "Match".

A moment's confusion passed before Natasha understood what she meant, trying her best not to roll her eyes dramatically.

"Do I really need to be naked to give you a foot rub?"

She was testing her resolve, or how 'nice' Maria was feeling that day, but the comment backfired worse than she expected.

"People know who you are, now that you're on TV fighting aliens or whatever... that means you've probably got fans now, tomorrow some fanart, then some fan fiction, then some weird rule 34 art... I'm betting they'll all be happy to see that video."

Now that it had been put out there in a clear way, Natasha resigned to the slightly embarrassing affair. 'At least I'm not the only one wearing almost nothing in this room,' she thought to herself as she slipped her boots to the floor, unbuckled her belt, unbuttoned the top of her jeans and unzipped.

"You do remember the video, right? I can play it for you again if you want," Maria teased, with a mocking look on her face. A little more perked up now that the relaxing massage had been paused, she unashamedly stared at Natasha as she slid her jeans down her thighs, shimmied them to her ankle, then pulled them off by hand.

Wearing just a pair of white panties, mirroring Maria, she took a step forward to return to her place on the sofa, but Maria held her hand up.

"Uh uh uh. I said 'match', and you have. But you said 'naked,' and it's a much better idea."

Maria pointed down to the last garment covering Natasha's body. "Off!" she added in a quick command, before adding, "but turn around and do it, slowly."

Natasha stood still for a moment, trying to think of a way out of the situation, but she didn't see one. It was easier to go with Maria's words, and let her have her fun, rather than trying to escape or gain control. And, in a way, she wasn't even sure if she wanted to.

Sighing, she turned on the spot, and complied with yet another order. She tucked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, then swiftly bent over, leaving her legs poised straight. She lightly pulled her underwear downwards, letting the material slowly slip down over her ample behind, until the strip covering her pussy peeled away.

With the Maria's gaze practically burning into her from behind, she made sure to keep her pace slow as she pulled them down her legs and to her ankles, just in case she was reprimanded.

As they fell around her feet, she began to stand up straight to step out of them, but before she had a chance to she felt a blow from behind.

*Slap!*

Natasha bolted upright as Maria's hand came down hard on her right buttock, turning to face the culprit. Maria was half off the sofa, having stretched out to spank her, with a smile on her face. She shifted back to her old position, meeting Natasha's shocked expression with a shrug.

"What? That ass looked like it needed to be spanked."

When Natasha blankly stared back at her for a stunned moment, she added: "If you want more, I'd be happy to oblige."

Natasha averted her gaze as she saw the Maria's mischievous ways return, and sat back down at the end of the sofa by Maria's feet. Her ass still stung from the blow, it felt as if the skin where her hand has slapped her was buzzing with energy. After she got back to the foot massage, it wasn't long before Maria got bored and asked for her to massage a new area: her inner thighs.

If she wasn't so aloof and dismissive, often paying little attention to Natasha, she would have thought she was coming onto her. Last time, she had punished her, relishing the chance to discipline a rival. Then she turned her own pleasure against her, taking away Natasha's control of her own body before she gifted her an orgasm, bent over the desk in this same room.

As far as her own pleasure, she kind of assumed the closest Maria would get to her would be masturbating to that video she obtained of her - and even then, more so because of the power of owning her rather than arousal.

Yet as she crawled in closer to the Deputy Director, placing her hands on the smooth, soft skin on the inside of Maria's thighs, Natasha wondered if this would be as far as things go. Maria parted her legs further to give her greater access, as if without thinking. With one hand on each of her legs, Natasha caressed up and down, her fingers brushing up against the hem of Maria's panties occasionally.

After a minute of this, hearing her Maria's soft sighs in the silent room, Natasha became increasingly aware of her own body. She could hear her own breathing, felt her breasts sway as her arms moved, her own legs tightly together. Despite being completely naked, she felt warmer than she had with all her clothes on.

Natasha was now fully aware of the effect this situation was having on her own body. It had sneaked up on her, but she was starting to get turned on from being so close to another woman in a state of undress, having touched so much of her body without even grazing the most sensitive spots.

Bringing her gaze away from her own hands, Natasha eyed Maria's panties. She couldn't help but take a sharp intake of breath as she spotted a small wet spot on the crotch of the cotton. She allowed her gaze to travel up to Maria's chest, where her small, pert breasts displayed rock-hard nipples.

Natasha noticed that, without thinking, her caresses had gotten closer and closer to the meeting of Maria's thighs, and her fingers were brushing up against the edge of her panties far more often. Her mind had started to wonder.

It was in this hot flush Natasha was experiencing that she heard Maria's voice for the first time in long time. With a clear, authoritative tone, she said:

"Romanoff."

"Yes?" Natasha whispered, almost inaudibly.

"If you're not licking my pussy in the next ten seconds, god help me..."

She didn't need to be told twice. Feeling the timer ticking in her own head for a variety of reasons, Natasha followed her orders immediately.

She grasped at the waist of Maria's panties and pulled them down. Maria, her eyes now half-open, watching her intently, lifted her butt off the sofa slightly to help slip them down her legs and off. Her pussy, hairless except for a small landing strip, was clearly wet and ready for her.

Dropping the panties to the floor, Natasha returned to her place between Maria's legs, but this time stretched out further. With her knees bent, back arched and ass in the air, until her nipples brushed against the sofa cushions, her face came in closer.

Placing her hands on top of her thighs, Natasha edged in closer. She could smell Maria's arousal before she even touched her, and brought her tongue to her vulva as if she hungered the act as much as the one receiving the pleasure.

It had been a long time since she had serviced a woman, and it was something she didn't realise she had missed. Maria's taste, like with other women, was hard to describe, but something she immediately wanted more of. Fortunately, Maria was more than wet enough for her, and grew even wetter as her tongue pressed against her clitoris.

"Oooooh," Marie cooed, her hand reaching out to the back of Natasha's head, and pulling her in closer.