Natasha and you were always careful, always calculating, especially when you had to be. But tonight was different. Tonight felt like you were walking on a razor’s edge, the thrill of the moment blending with the weight of everything you were running from. The tension between you, built up over years of hate, love, and unspoken feelings, finally exploded, and there was no going back.

You were in the bathroom of a rundown hotel room, both of you trying to wash off the grime of the world you couldn’t escape. Natasha’s fingers were gentle as they threaded through your hair, the cool bathroom light reflecting off the tense lines of her face. You couldn’t help but feel the pull, the undeniable attraction that had been there all along, no matter how much you tried to suppress it.

She was leaning in close, and you could feel the heat of her breath against your skin as your lips met. It wasn’t careful or restrained—it was wild, desperate, like you had both been holding your breath for too long and finally let it out. The kiss was slow at first, tentative, but then it grew deeper, more desperate, as if you were trying to make up for lost time.

You pulled back, breathing heavily, your heart pounding in your chest. "We shouldn’t," You whispered, your voice shaky, but Natasha only smirked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Maybe we should," she replied, her lips brushing yours once more, and this time, you couldn’t resist. The door to the bathroom was slightly ajar, and you couldn’t help but wonder if anyone would catch you. But, at the same time, part of you wanted them to—wanted someone to see you in this moment, in your raw, unguarded selves.