In all her years with SHIELD, she had never faced such a challenging test. Sebastian made her take exam after exam on everything related to weapons. She had to identify them and sort them by type.
She had to answer questions about legislation and even the basic mechanisms of firearms. There were also questions about ammunition and other types of bladed weapons.
Natalia ended up dizzy. The questions weren't unfamiliar to her, but they were far too specific. And there were so many of them. Some she couldn't answer at all. God, all she wanted was to finish an interview and fuck, not answer a hundred pages of questions.
She dropped her pencil onto the floor, right beside him. As she bent to pick it up, she made sure her ass was perfectly visible to Sebastian. She felt his stare burning into her. If he'd had X-ray vision, her skirt would have been destroyed.
‘Can I fail a mission?’ she thought wearily as Sebastian placed another test in front of her.
“This is the last one. After this, I'll decide whether hiring you is a good idea.” Sebastian's voice sounded sweet to Natalia.
Natalia counted the pages. Five. Just five. Oh, they were printed on both sides. She gripped her pencil tightly.
When she finally finished answering, she handed in the test with a practiced smile. Sebastian took it, looking happy. Was he enjoying this?
“How long will it take you to grade them?” Natalia asked.
“A few days, maybe tomorrow… but now I want to conduct the final test.” Natalia felt her eye twitch. “No, don't worry… this one is more practical. A physical exam. I need to check your, uh, strength and endurance… and for that, we'd better go to my bedroom.”
“Do you have a gym in there?” Natalia asked, in slightly better spirits.
“No. Just a very big bed,” Sebastian replied.
‘You damn idiot. You're lucky I want a little stress relief,’ Natalia thought as she rose from the chair. Sebastian had quite a substantial stack of papers.
Natalia wondered briefly if Fury was worried about her. She'd been out of contact for hours. So far, Sebastian had shown himself to be harmless.
Natalia believed Sebastian might be more talkative after emptying his balls. Yes, that was the mission's objective. Get information.
But right then, she didn't care. All she wanted was the bed Sebastian had promised her. And Sebastian himself in it.
Sebastian lifted one of Natalia's legs onto his shoulder. The woman was quite flexible. Her skirt, not so much. It ended up bunched around her waist.
‘Red,’ he noted for a moment.
“I wasn't expecting this,” Natalia complained.
“A full physical exam. It's… super necessary,” Sebastian replied.
“I've never heard of this… kind of exam,” she said as Sebastian's fingers traveled along her long legs.
“It's new. But pretty common, as far as I know,” he justified himself.
“I've never had an exam like this at any interview.” She cursed herself as she felt a little dampness between her legs.
“That would be a little annoying if you had.” His hands explored her as though he were a doctor. At first glance, there was no hidden lust. But only at first glance.
Sebastian was bent over, trying to conceal his erection. He wasn't a blushing virgin, but he wasn't used to dealing with women like Natalia either.
Or Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow. Yes, Sebastian had known who she was from the moment she entered his little shop. What was her mission? He could imagine. The weapons he sold were… unique.
“Are you the jealous type?” she asked as she unbuttoned her blouse.
“It's just…” Sebastian lost himself for a moment in the sight of her bra, the same deep red as her panties. “Workplace loyalty.”
“So are you going to hire me?” she asked, her eyes shining innocently.
‘She's a good actress.’
“I'm still evaluating you,” he reminded her. She started buttoning up her blouse. “Leave it like that. It's part of the exam.” She raised her hands, willing to cooperate.
“Will your hands be enough? Or are you going to use other instruments?” She moved her free foot to caress Sebastian's leg. The man tensed for a second.
“We'll see. It depends on how thorough you want the exam to be.”
“As thorough as possible. I hope you don't disappoint me.” She smiled at him.
Sebastian's hands moved down her legs. They were firm, with a few barely visible scars that only an observant eye would notice. Just what he'd expect from a super-agent.
He reached the outline of her panties and could see how damp they were. His hands explored the surrounding area with unruffled calm. He didn't take his eyes off Natasha's. Her lips were slightly parted. He wondered how much of this was real and how much was an act.
Then his hands withdrew. For a second, annoyance crossed Natalia's face, as though she were asking why he'd stopped. He shrugged. He tore her skirt. He could always buy her another one later.
“The clothes are in the way,” he said, under Natasha's wide-eyed stare.
“I see.” She took off her blouse completely, then the bra beneath it. “Is this better?” she asked, like an obedient patient.
“Yes…” He swallowed. “Much better.”
Her breasts weren't enormous, but they were a good size, more than enough to fill his hands. Beyond that, they were perfectly shaped, firm and round. Her nipples were pink, as though inviting him to devour them.
“Please continue the exam,” she asked.
He brought his hands to her abdomen and found it flat. But when he felt around, he encountered an uneven patch, like a scar. Natalia immediately took his hands and guided them to her full breasts.
He looked into her eyes, and she returned his gaze. She didn't pretend nothing had happened. She simply asked him, without words, not to question it.
They were firm, but his fingers sank deliciously into them. Natalia's face reddened, and she let out a breathy snort.
“Who said you could skip ahead in the exam?” he said, pulling back and holding in the urge to fuck her wildly right then and there. She could take it, couldn't she?
He didn't know which version she was. Maybe she had that diluted version of the super-soldier serum, or maybe she was just an exceptionally well-trained agent. Either way, she should be able to take him all the way, right?
But he restrained himself. Before starting to eat, he had to make sure the food was properly warmed up.
Natasha slipped off her panties and then tossed them at his face. He caught their scent. Many people described it as sweet, but it really wasn't. It was a unique scent, a woman's own, and his erection ached from pressing so hard against his pants.
“Sorry. I didn't want to leave without my panties today, too,” she apologized. Shit, she almost sounded sincere.
“Who said you're leaving today?” he asked. “If I hire you, you'll start working today.”
“Didn't you say you wouldn't have the results until tomorrow?” she pointed out his contradiction.
“Did I say that? I don't remember.” He played dumb as he stood up.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“To wash my hands. That area is very sensitive. I wouldn't want to give you an infection.” With that, he walked toward the bedroom door. “Would you prefer me to wear gloves?”
“No… I think direct contact is more… accurate.” He nodded.
Natalia was left alone, her core burning with need.