{Chapter: 169 - My Super Black Widow (R-18)(69)}
She stood up. "Walk with me."
Aiden followed her out of the café. Outside, New York roared around them, but the world felt narrowed to just two.
As they walked side by side, Natasha glanced over, She looped her arm through his. For a brief moment, under the sharp sunlight of a city too fast for emotion, the Widow and the Warlord strolled like lovers. Like two ghosts in a world they were never meant to belong to.
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The Awakening
The hotel room was quiet. Tasteful and modest. Aiden pulled the blinds shut as Natasha sat on the edge of the bed, swaying slightly.
"I feel… weird," she murmured. "Not bad. Just… heavy."
"Sleep," he said gently, kneeling in front of her. "You've earned it."
She raised an eyebrow, half-drowsy already. "You gonna watch me all night?"
"I don't sleep much."
She sighed and fell back, her eyes fluttering shut. "Weirdo…"
Aiden caught her as she collapsed fully into the mattress and adjusted the pillows under her head. He pulled a blanket over her and sat beside her, cross-legged, absorbing ambient Aether, letting the silence work like a balm.
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Three hours passed like seconds in his meditation.
And then, he felt it.
A ripple in the air. A soft hum beneath her skin.
Natasha stirred.
Aiden leaned over as her eyes fluttered open. She blinked up at him slowly—and smiled.
"Hey," she whispered, voice hoarse but amused.
"Welcome back," Aiden said. "Congratulations on your evolution."
She sat up, stretching slowly. "Evolution? What have I evolved into?"
"My Super Black Widow," he replied with a smile. "Try out your powers."
Natasha looked at the small bedside cup of water. She narrowed her eyes.
Nothing happened.
She tried again, lips pursed. A faint flicker—then the water trembled. The cup tipped. It hovered.
And with a soft thwack—it flew into her hands. She caught it, wide-eyed.
"I did it! I actually did it!"
Aiden grinned, proud. "Of course you did."
"I was worried it wouldn't work!" she said, childlike excitement blooming. "God, this is better than my SHIELD field tests!"
"You'll need to adapt and improve now," Aiden said. "You're not just tossing things—you'll be able to move things with your mind, dismantle guns and bombs alike, and create barriers. Shields. Think Susan Storm's force fields."
Her eyes gleamed. "Now that is sexy."
"I thought I was the sexy one?" he teased.
"You're both," she said, standing and approaching him.
He barely had time to react before she stepped in close and pressed her body to his—arms around his shoulders, lips brushing his cheek.
"Thank you," she whispered.
His heart skipped.
"You didn't have to do this," she continued. "But you did. For me."
Aiden gently took her hands. "You matter."
There it was—vulnerability she rarely showed. It came fast and soft.
She leaned in and kissed him. No hesitation this time. It was warm and slow, confident. Her fingers slid into his hair as she deepened it, like she'd decided hours ago this would happen.
When they broke apart, she leaned her forehead against his.
"You know," she whispered, lips brushing his, "you could've asked for anything in return. Power isn't cheap."
Aiden smirked. "I just wanted to help."
She stepped back, then lifted one leg gracefully and rested her foot on the edge of the bed, arching a brow. The movement was feline, poised—perfectly sultry.
"Well," she said playfully, "you are sleeping in the same room as a very grateful assassin. It's only fair you get something too."
He leaned in and kissed her again, arms slipping around her waist.
This time, the kiss was deeper—longer—drawn from mutual need and passion rather than impulse. There was laughter, sighs, teasing in between. Their chemistry was fire, but the heart of it—the affection, the connection—was undeniable.
And as Natasha playfully pulled him toward her, muttering something about "equal exchange," Aiden laughed softly.
This was just the beginning.
Aiden leaned in for a kiss while squeezing her soft breast and skillfully unbuttoning her shirt..
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(R-18)
It never occurred to Natasha the way Aiden touched her whenever they were together, were completely different when they were amongst friends or out on missions. His strong calloused hands were mindful of their strength against her soft skin. Her body was vibrating each time he would gently stroke the nape of her neck each time they cuddled.
It didn't occur to her that his touches were way different when it came to sex.
Her back arched from the bed as his hands lingered on her skin. The tips of his fingers taking in each crevasse of her skin. As if he was memorizing each indentation of her back, and made her purr against his lips. She was amazed by his talent and stamina in the act of sex. The way his right hand stroked her neck with such care and gentleness, it was as if he was sculpting her.
"Aiden," she whimpered lightly as he nibbled the bottom of her lip.
"Hmm,," she hummed lightly as his hands continued to please her.
His left hand reached the bottom of her tank top and tugged at it. Once it was taken off, her bra followed. Though the master assassin and spy was thinking that Aiden would go straight to her breasts, but he didn't, instead he was laying gentle kisses on her jaw and neck.
She gasped as his hands brushed against her nipples, the way they moved, it was as if he was painting a picture, like she had seen him done plenty of times.
It was much different from their first time together.
It was amazing that his hands gave off an artistic touch. She felt his hands stroke underneath her breasts and drew small circles on her hips. No one would ever believe that a man with such strength would have the gentlest touch when it came to sex. For many reasons Aiden didn't see sex as simply just fucking, no, he saw it as another form of art, and Natasha was his canvas. The way he moved was like how he moved when it came to drawing or painting. The red haired woman could feel his expression through his touches like he did with a pencil or a paint brush.
Nat shivered as his hot breath fanned against her right breast. As if his tongue was a paintbrush, gave a soft stroke and swirled around the tip. She moaned and clenched the bedsheets beneath her. Aiden growled softly as she tugged on his locks, still it didn't cause him to continue to admire the master spy's body. Her moans became giggles as he placed butterfly kisses from her chest down to her bellybutton.
"Aiden no," she tried to wiggle her hips so he wouldn't go towards the scar, but his grip on her hips tightened.
"Last time it was too fast, now let me admire it," he whispered against her stomach.
Sighing, she had no choice but to let him. Her body shivered as his right hand caressed with a soft and loving touch. Tears began to form in her eyes as she felt him draw a small little heart around it and gave it a small kiss.
"I love you, all your imperfections."
Natasha laughed as she held back a sob, "I can't believe you just quoted a song."
Aiden grinned up at her and began to take off the rest of her clothing. Once she was fully stripped, Natasha helped the devourer with his clothes. Both were bare and naked in front of each other for the first time. She felt him shiver in delight as her fingers began to caress his body. Her fingers mesmerizing the curves of his muscles, she could feel the power radiating off of his body. Looking up, she noticed the love in his eyes through the lust and desire.
The bed creaked as she was laying back on the bed and the two engaged into a passion filled kiss. His left hand, burying itself into her fiery locks, carefully playing with them, enjoying how soft and silky they felt. The right hand began to leave ghost-like touches on her skin. The tips of his fingers like the tip of a brush and her body was his own canvas. Sometimes he would draw imaginary pictures on her skin, sometimes they were flowers, snowflakes, or hearts. He was painting her body with his touches, and Natasha loved it even more than last time dominantin one.
It was completely different, how an artist's touch would feel. She felt like he was worshipping her body despite some of the flaws it exhibited, like some old scars that didn't heal. Aiden felt her fingers digging into his biceps as his right hand wandered between her legs and towards her dripping entrance. His index finger stroking her throbbing clit and gently eased his middle finger into her wet cavern. She could feel the muscles of his right arm ripple each time he stroked her inner walls. It was a wonderful feeling, having his fingers inside of her, but she wanted another part of him inside of her instead.
"Aiden, please," Natasha nipped his jaw.
Wanting to please his lover, Aiden removed his fingers and positioned himself between her legs. Slowly and carefully, he began to insert his cock inside of her. He gasped as the tight and warm muscles, enveloping him and sucking him in. Natasha let out a breath she didn't know she was holding after the blond was fully seated inside. Smiling down, Aiden stroked her cheek and began to move. Her back arched as he filled her each time he moved his hips back and forth. He was slow with his movements but knew how to move to reach all her g-spoat.
"God move faster Aiden."
"Yes Milady," he grinned.
This time he began to pick up the pace a bit more, but slowly and gradually, wanting to savor this movement. His whole body was now a paintbrush, his fingers and his cock, brushing and moving against her body. Natasha wrapped her legs around his waist, giving him little room to move about, but Aiden still had his hands, and knew what to do.
As she dipped her head back against the pillows, the back of his left hand brushed against her cheek and left soft kisses against her closed eyelids. His right hand massaging her back, causing Natasha to lose herself in pleasure. He loved the way her body responded to his, his blue eyes taking in the painting before him.
A few more thrusts and he finally got his finished artwork, as Natasha arched her back as she came, her walls squeezing him. With a couple of more thrusts, Aiden followed after and began to paint her walls white.
Aiden managed to catch himself so he wouldn't crush Natasha.