Chapter 137: For a While
Three days passed, and the worst of Natasha's Arctic soreness faded as the week wore on. The shallow cut along her ribs closed enough to require only a small dressing, and while the dark bruise across her left shoulder remained ugly, she was moving normally again.
Raising her left arm high or putting sustained weight on that shoulder still hurt, but she had stopped wincing every time she breathed.
Gwen and Natasha behaved perfectly normally around Ethan. The only difference was the occasional, entirely silent look they exchanged across the kitchen island or during training—looks that made it increasingly obvious they shared a private joke he wasn't part of. Ethan noticed, but neither woman offered an explanation.
The answer finally arrived after dinner on the third night. Ethan was sitting downstairs in the Sanctum's library, reading through a translated Kamar-Taj text, when Gwen appeared beside his chair. "Come upstairs."
Ethan lowered the book and looked toward the empty hallway. "Where's Natasha?"
"Upstairs." That got him moving. He set the book aside and followed Gwen toward the staircase, making a casual remark about finally discovering what the two of them had actually been doing in the bathroom three nights ago. Gwen refused to answer, her hips swaying with a deliberate, unhurried rhythm as she walked ahead of him.
When they reached the master bedroom, Gwen opened the door and gestured for him to step inside.
Natasha was already waiting on the large bed. She sat near the middle of the mattress, her back supported comfortably against the headboard and several pillows to protect her bruised left shoulder. She wore a loose, dark button-front shirt and black lounge shorts.
Ethan stopped a few feet inside the room. He looked at Natasha, then at Gwen, who was wearing a fitted black tank top and sleep shorts, and finally at the bed. His expression immediately brightened. "I knew being a good person would eventually pay off."
Natasha pointed toward the heavy wooden chair near the wall. It had been turned specifically to face the mattress. "Sit."
Ethan's smile dropped slightly. "That's usually my line."
Gwen closed the bedroom door behind him with a soft click. Ethan walked over and sat in the chair, his gaze moving between the two of them.
"This," Natasha said, settling more comfortably against the pillows, "is what we were discussing upstairs."
Ethan looked at the chair, then at the bed. The meaning of her parting You'll find out finally became obvious. "So I'm watching," Ethan said, leaning back.
Natasha gave him the exact same raised eyebrow she had used when proposing the idea to Gwen. "For a while."
Gwen smiled, clearly enjoying hearing Natasha say it directly to him.
Ethan asked what qualified as a while, but neither woman gave him a time limit.
"Keep your hands where we can see them," Natasha instructed.
Ethan placed both hands conspicuously on the arms of the chair. "This feels discriminatory."
"You'll survive," Gwen told him as she walked to the edge of the mattress and stepped between Natasha's knees. Gwen and Natasha looked at each other for a long moment. This time Gwen didn't hesitate or look away.
"Still think I'm jealous?" Gwen asked softly.
"A little," Natasha answered.
Gwen leaned down and kissed her.
It started much slower than their first encounter because neither of them was surprised this time. Gwen's hands settled comfortably at Natasha's waist. Natasha used her uninjured right hand to pull Gwen closer by the back of the neck, while her left hand stayed lower against Gwen's hip to avoid straining her shoulder.
Ethan watched from the chair as the teasing faded out of the kiss. By the time Gwen stepped deeper between Natasha's knees and pressed herself against her, his earlier amusement had become something considerably harder to ignore.
Gwen broke the kiss first. She reached for the top of Natasha's loose shirt and began unfastening the buttons, her fingers deliberately slowing when she reached the bruised side of Natasha's chest.
Natasha noticed the care. "Suddenly gentle?"
"I already patched you up once," Gwen murmured, sliding the fabric away. "I'm not doing it again because you wanted to look tough."
Natasha let her continue. The shirt opened, and Gwen ran her fingers lightly over Natasha's stomach and along her unbruised ribs before sliding the shirt carefully from her shoulders and tossing it onto the nightstand. Natasha wore only a black bra and underwear beneath.
Reaching up with her right hand, Natasha caught the hem of Gwen's tank top and pulled it upward. Gwen finished taking it off herself, and resumed the kiss.
Their hands began exploring more openly, sliding across waists, bare backs, breasts, and thighs. Neither rushed. Whenever Gwen found a touch that pulled a sharper breath from Natasha, she tried it again, visibly pleased whenever the spy's usual composure slipped. Natasha seemed equally interested in how strongly Gwen's enhanced nervous system responded to even small, trailing touches.
Gwen felt Ethan's eyes on her. Instead of becoming embarrassed, she turned her body just enough to give him a better view while Natasha kissed along the line of her neck. Ethan recognized the deliberate angle immediately.
Natasha noticed it too. She paused against Gwen's skin. "You're showing off."
Gwen kept her eyes entirely on Ethan. "He likes it."
"I absolutely do," Ethan confirmed from the chair.
Natasha hooked her fingers into the waistband of Gwen's sleep shorts and pulled her firmly forward, turning Gwen's attention back to where it belonged. Gwen's shorts came off first, followed shortly after by Natasha's. Neither rushed the remaining layer, their hands continuing to explore as they kissed.
Natasha leaned back against the pillows, her left shoulder securely supported. Gwen knelt between her legs.
Natasha's usual smug expression finally wavered when Gwen leaned down and kissed slowly up the inside of her thigh. Natasha still tried to tease her, opening her mouth to speak, but Gwen responded by hooking her thumbs into the sides of Natasha's black underwear, sliding the lace down her legs, and dropping it onto the floor.
Gwen began with her fingers, taking her time to learn what Natasha responded to. She rubbed Natasha's clitoris slowly while pressing soft kisses against her inner thigh, then finally replaced her fingers with her tongue.
Natasha's right hand instantly tangled deep into Gwen's blonde hair. Her left arm remained relaxed and flat beside her body.
Gwen gradually increased the pace, guided by the hitch in Natasha's breathing and the way the spy's thighs tightened involuntarily around her shoulders. From the chair, Ethan watched Natasha's carefully controlled expression begin to slip.
Natasha opened her eyes and caught him staring. Even while breathing heavily, she managed to curve her lips into a smile. "Enjoying yourself?"
"Immensely," Ethan answered shamelessly.
Gwen took that as a challenge. She added two fingers, and whatever Natasha had been about to say broke into a sharp breath instead.
Natasha kept trying to maintain some control, her right hand still tangled in Gwen's hair. It didn't last. Her breathing broke first, then her thighs tightened around Gwen's shoulders, and soon her hips were lifting from the mattress every time Gwen's tongue found the same spot again.
Gwen caught the change immediately and smiled against her.
Natasha climaxed with a sharp, broken gasp, her left hand clenching the bedsheets while her right hand remained tightly tangled in Gwen's hair.
Gwen refused to let up through the first hard waves of it, only slowing when Natasha finally tightened her hand in Gwen's hair and tried to pull her back.
When Gwen finally lifted her head, she looked extremely pleased with herself.
Natasha needed several long, ragged breaths before she could speak.
"Still smug?" Gwen asked.
Natasha looked at her, her green eyes dark. "Come here."
Natasha caught Gwen by the waist and pulled her up onto the mattress, carefully guiding Gwen onto her back before shifting onto her right side beside her.
They kissed again. Gwen got an immediate, heavy taste of what she had just done to Natasha, which produced a flushed, embarrassed laugh that Natasha clearly found very satisfying.
Natasha stripped Gwen's underwear away, then stayed beside her and let her hands wander first. Her fingertips moved across Gwen's breasts, circled her nipples, traced down her stomach, and brushed slowly along her inner thighs. She watched every shiver and hitched breath, quickly learning how strongly Gwen reacted even to smaller touches.
Natasha looked too pleased with what she was discovering.
Gwen gasped when Natasha's thumb found a particularly sensitive spot near her hip. She realized she had just allowed a master interrogator to learn her exact sexual weak points. "This was a tactical mistake."
"Several," Natasha agreed in a low whisper.
Then Natasha moved between Gwen's legs and put everything she had just learned to use.
Gwen closed her eyes at first, breathing harder as Natasha found a steady rhythm, but it didn't take long before she looked toward the chair again.
Ethan was still exactly where they had left him, his hands resting on the armrests and his eyes locked on the bed. The erection tenting his lounge pants was impossible to miss.
Gwen's hips jerked upward the moment she saw him. Natasha noticed.
She glanced toward Ethan, then back up at Gwen, and deliberately increased the pace.
Gwen caught the look between them. "You two are assholes."
Natasha didn't bother answering. Her mouth returned to Gwen and her fingers moved faster, immediately breaking whatever composure Gwen had managed to recover.
Gwen's thighs tightened around Natasha's shoulders. Her hands twisted into the bedsheets as Natasha kept the same rhythm, while Ethan's attention only made every reaction worse.
Gwen climaxed so hard her legs clamped tightly around Natasha's shoulders, a loud, sustained moan ripping from her throat.
Natasha kept going until Gwen's grip on the sheets finally loosened, then pulled back when even the next light touch made Gwen jerk beneath her.
Gwen lay flat on the mattress, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. Natasha sat up, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and looked directly at Ethan.
For once, Ethan had nothing clever ready. Natasha smiled.
Gwen eventually found her breath and pulled Natasha up beside her. They kissed again, slower this time, Gwen's hand resting along Natasha's uninjured side while Natasha settled comfortably against her.
"I understand your answer now," Gwen murmured against her lips.
"Which one?" Natasha asked.
Gwen glanced past her toward Ethan. "Why you were staring."
Natasha gave her a look that made the answer obvious. Gwen laughed and kissed her again.
Eventually, Gwen looked toward Ethan again. He had remained seated in the chair through the entire thing. His arms were still resting on the wood, but the tension in his jaw and the rigid set of his shoulders proved his self-control was being severely tested.
Gwen looked at Natasha, then back at Ethan. Her grin returned.
She slid off the edge of the mattress and walked slowly toward him wearing absolutely nothing. She stopped directly between his spread knees.
Ethan immediately looked up at her, his golden eyes heavy with heat.
Gwen leaned down until her face was inches from his, close enough that her breath brushed his lips. "Having fun?"
Ethan's jaw ticked. "I've had worse evenings."
Gwen laughed, a bright, genuine sound. She turned her head back toward the bed. "Think he's waited long enough?"
Natasha was still reclining against the pillows, watching both of them with satisfaction. She took her time answering, her gaze dropping deliberately toward Ethan's lap before slowly returning to Gwen's face.
"Almost."
Gwen's smile widened as Ethan closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the chair. "I hate both of you."
She leaned closer, brushing her lips along his jaw. "No, you don't."
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