I'm back bitches

University started and I finally got back into writing!

I can't say when I'll begin to upload bc this time I want the story finished beforehand, but I promise, I'm working on it.

It's gonna be AU with CEO!Nat and Y/N's her assitant.

I don't think I got all typos yet bc my auto-correct has been going crazy lately tho

Anyway, here's a tiny, tiny sneak peak if u want to!

Considering that it wasn't long until 11 pm, you accepted that you'd only get coffee from the machines in the building instead of actual good coffee. Well better bad coffee, than no coffee.

You finished said coffee and with your mind on the two cases you worked on, you made your way back to the office, not really looking where you're going. The building is empty anyway.

So you thought until you were pulled out of your thoughts by suddenly colliding with something - better someone. The next thing you knew was how hot coffee drenched your white shirt, giving it a new, brown-ish color.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry! I should've looked where I'm going, I'm gonna get you a new cof-" your rambling was stopped by a finger pressed on your lips, shutting you up. It was only now you looked up from the ground and allowed yourself to process everything else. How cold but soft the finger was on your lips, the smell of coffee and the faint scent of vanilla. Especially that one vanilla perfume, that would only ever truly belong to one person. The same person the red, wavy long hair belonged to, that was now moving to your sight as she removed her finger from your lips down under your chin to make you look her in the eyes. Her green, sparkling eyes, now filled with as much confusion as curiosity.

"Hey, Natasha" you smiled sheepishly, blushing now that you realized how close you actually were to each other. The last bit of hope of getting away without having to explain anything died with the moment the older woman opened her mouth. "Don't 'Hey, Natasha' me now. What are you doing here?" she asked softly but with determination and authority lacing that softness, making it undeniably hot.

"I could ask you just the same. Why are you here on Thanksgiving?" you smirked back at her, overplaying your flustered state, even though you knew exactly that the redhead already noticed it. Her heart skipped a beat at the silly playfulness that glinted in your eyes, that held deep down serious interest in her answer nonetheless.

"Well for starters," Natasha smirked, "I am the boss here, I don't need to answer your silly questions. But, if you really want to know, I just got my work phone because I forgot it here and I need it charged on monday. And what are you doing here? You sure don't look like you've just gotten here"

You just wanted to answer and explain that you weren't here for that long when she stopped you "No, actually hold that thought, you need to change first" and with that she led you in the office, rushing to her desk, only to pull a sweatshirt out of one of her drawers. It was just now that you actually took her in. Instead of the suit you saw her in every day, she just wore casual jeans and a hoodie herself. The domestic style made her even more beautiful in your eyes, as hot as the suits were. No, stop thinking like that, we're past that. You told yourself and quickly took the sweater from Natasha. "Thank you" you mumbled, walking to the couch to throw the sweater on it.

You turned your back on Natasha, opening the buttons of your shirt when you felt her presence behind you, her hand on your bare shoulder. "Let me see" the redhead whispered carefully "The coffee was hot, I just wanna make sure you didn't burn yourself or anything" she clarified, her voice still barely above a whisper but you nod and let her. Letting your shirt fall to the ground, your breath hitched at the close contact between the two of you, her taking you in, making sure that you didn't get any burns from the hot coffee. Especially on your forearms, as most of the coffee ended up spilling over those. Those were also the areas that were now red and irritated, causing Natasha to carefully hover over them with her still cold fingertips.

But you denied her the upcoming concern and guilt displaying on her face "No, don't worry, it's alright, Tash. I'm fine, I just should've looked where I was going". For no longer than a split second Natasha froze in her place, her cheeks being flushed slightly. But after a short nod and a soft "okay" from Natasha she stepped back, bringing some space between you and handing you the sweatshirt again, which you thankfully took. It smelled like her, the vanilla scent undeniable of course, and you had to smile at how comfortable you felt in it. Only now you realized what caused the flustered state of Natasha. That damn nickname. It snuck its way back into your mind over the last weeks, causing you to correct yourself mentally everytime you used it in your train of thoughts but now it has slipped. And even though neither of you would ever admit it, both of you yearned for saying and hearing that nickname.

"Okay" Natasha cleared her voice, going back to normal "so do you now mind telling me, why you're here?"

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"So now that you're unable to continue working" the smirk still on her face, partly at what she was saying and partly because she once again caught you staring at her, "What do you think about milkshakes?" Once again you could get lost in her eyes. The Green, that seemed so soft in the dim light of the office due to the dark outside. The sparkling in her eyes, a mix of playful mischief complemented by the glint of Hope that you'll say yes to her requests. You could never get tired of it.

But you sighed, closing your eyes for a second "As much as I'd love to Nat, but I really don't want to keep you from your family. Thanksgiving, remember? Family gatherings, hour long conversations, a hint of family drama and laughing at unfunny jokes"

The hope in Natasha's eyes was immediately replaced by disappointment, but as you explained your reasoning that got replaced by pure softness and adoration, unbeknownst to you because your eyes were glued to the ground, hating to reject her but thinking you stole enough of her time today.

"Come on, grab your stuff and get into my car" Natasha now said, already taking your bag, throwing your coat at you and leaving the office towards the elevator. Dumbfounded, you stood there, looking after her before you regained your ability to walk, catching up to her the moment the elevator doors opened. "Care to explain?" you asked her now on the ride down, looking at the smile on your boss's face. "Thanksgiving might be all about family but they went to their hotel to sleep when I left, so I've got all night." You couldn't quite place why her, wanting to spend the rest of the evening with you made you so happy but fearing where you should place that feeling, you chose to ignore it for now. "Then milkshakes it is" you smiled, looking for the black Challenger in the parking lot. To be fair, it wasn't too hard to find because it was almost empty due to the holiday. For a woman, who doesn't like driving herself too much, you sure had to admit that she had taste in cars. You liked the newer model in front of you probably even more than the older one, Natasha drove last time you checked.

But for now you decided not to comment on it, as a comfortable silence has settled while the redhead was driving to the old 24/7 coffee shop. And as you drove you couldn't help but smile to yourself, welcoming the peaceful atmosphere after the loud, crowded hours earlier that day. When you got in Natasha had connected her Spotify and let TTPD Anthology play quietly in the background, humming along every now and then. Overall the atmosphere seemed too comfortable to be real, too safe and too peaceful. The familiar feeling once again stirred up in you, and for the first time in the three months you were back here, you didn't push it down. You accepted its mere existence, letting yourself enjoy every single second of the redhead's presence, the atmosphere and the situation itself. All this gave you a kind of happiness you haven't felt, and haven't allowed yourself to feel, in years. Now you welcomed it, not without a voice in the back of your head screaming at you to be careful, before you can't get back and can't reverse that feeling together with all the others, you're pushing down every time they come up. But as much as you knew that this voice might be right, you shut it out for now. Just for today. Natasha had to break the silence when she pulled into the drive-through "One vanilla and one oreo milkshake, please" After a few minutes the guy who took our order handed us the milkshakes, Natasha paid and parked the car on the side of the road. You both took a sip and sighed at the taste in unison making you giggle. "I can't believe the milkshakes still taste the same, after all this time" Natasha hummed agreeing, a grin forming on her face when she turned her head towards you "I can't believe you're still into oreo milkshakes, I honestly thought that would be just a phase" You laughed at the seriousness the redhead said this with and shook your head.

Now it was Natasha's turn to realize how much she might still feel for you. How she loved the sound of you laughing and giggling, how she thought that you were absolutely adorable when you'd blush or get flustered out of the simplest of actions, how much she cherished your humor and sarcastic remarks at any given moment. And still how much she felt you were caring for her.

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Go and drink something, stay healthy

Edit 31/12/2024: Just uploaded a oneshot, others might follow even though I try to concentrate on the here teased story

Love you

xxRain