Carbonadium

Malcolm didn’t even watch the shot. He was focused on her. Her eyes, her pink, perfect lips, the sexiness of how her breasts heaved just enough to be very sexy. It irritated him that she didn’t look at him very much. He was able to tell a woman his life story with just his eyes. That and how much she turned him on. Not with what she did to him but just being herself. Being herself and just being sexy to. He liked women who had that kind of inner confidence and strength. When she blew the shot, one he knew she could have made with her eyes closed he looked at her a moment and tilted his head. On the miss several voices of those who were watching murmured. Malcolm nodded and smirked as he took his shot. He rolled the cue ball slowly up to the eight ball. Almost too slowly and it only kissed it enough to get it rolling. It paused ever so slightly as it reached the pocket and then tumbled down before it came to a complete rest. Malcolm picked up his drink, swirled it a bit then took another sip as he waited patiently.

Logan shook his head again and chuckled. This fool had no idea who he was messing around with. Natalya was a force of nature. A deadly storm that could swallow a man up and spit what's left out. He didn’t know if he should congratulate the man or feel sorry for him and he knew that Natalya really liked him. He could smell how they both liked one another. He stepped up to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“I won’t wait up,” he whispered and chugged the rest of his beer and left her to her own designs.

Natalya watched as Malcolm took the final shot. She knew he wasn't going to miss. She didn't even hold her breath. She just waited. And as the ball sunk down into the pocket she looked up and into Malcolm's eyes. The feeling of desire that was growing between them moment by moment was almost palpable. She felt Logan come up beside her and she glanced over at him and gave him a little smile as he kissed her cheek and then left.

Several minutes later she was sitting with Malcolm at a corner table. She swept her dark hair over one shoulder, exposing the left side of her neck and collar bone. "Natalya Sokolova...that's my name. I'm also known as The Black Widow."

Malcolm kept his cool though it took real effort as she led him to a table off in one of the corners away from the juke box. He sat next to her instead of across from her and glanced at her neck when she exposed it to him. If he were a Vampire right then he’d have bit her for certain sure. When she told him her name his mind began to work. When she told him that she was The Black Widow, it all made sense to him then. He had never read her dossier but everyone who lived in New York and elsewhere besides, knew who the Black Widow was.

Malcolm had an unusual color of eye. A light brown, sometimes amber, sometimes haze. His eyes looked from hers to her lips back to her eyes again. Their drinks were refreshed and he held his up near his mouth as a tactic to keep her from kissing him which he felt she wanted to do. And he certainly wanted to kiss her as well. If there was somewhere dark he felt that he’d likely do alot more than that to her tonight.

On one of the sports screen behind him, that showed outward above the bar, one of his commercials began to play. It showed him running on a beach barefoot with just a pair of shorts on from his Inertia, active wear clothing line. He leaned in close to her and balanced himself with his right hand on the back of her chair. “So may i guess that you like a little danger in your life? Taking risks to achieve your goals?” he asked as he kept his drink near his mouth and took a sip of bourbon. It smelled strong and also of honey, dates and an earthy scent as well. Malcolm had put on cologne, a few hours ago and he was warm enough to have a mix of musky sweat and the gritty, masculine scent of the cologne as well. He moved his face so close to her neck she could feel his warm breath on her and knew he was taking in her scent. Like a lion might do to a lioness before he was about to take her in the wild. Malcolm no longer even saw the bar around them. He was so close to her that his attention was all on her. Every ounce of it besides the warmth of the liquor that slipped through his lips.

“I have a car outside,” He whispered not looking at her. A few people who were leaving waved at him and he turned his gaze to them, smiled and gestured with his drink politely.

Natalya hadn't felt this way about a man in a long time. Malcolm knew how to play the game...and how to play the game well. He was sexy and confident and something about his eyes just pulled her into them. The smell of his cologne filled her nose and sent a shiver of desire down her spine. Natalya knew that she didn't need to answer Malcolm's questions because he already knew the answer. Her eyes glanced down at his lips as he took another sip of his bourbon and she couldn't stop herself from imagining those lips on her body. Their desires had reached a breaking point and Natalya was more than ready and she could no longer hide that fact. And so when Malcolm mentioned having a car outside she whispered back to him. "So, what are we waiting for?"

Malcolm had a black limousine parked on the street beside the bar. He opened the door for Natalya and got in after her and tossed his jacket on the opposite seats. He hit the button that pushed up the privacy screen and sat beside her after she selected the seat she wanted. He didn’t ask her if she wanted a drink as soon as he settled back he put his hand high up on her thigh then leaned in and kissed her lips...hard. There was no preamble or light touching to feel her out. Like in the 9th inning of a no hitter, he was all in andhe left nothing unsaid and nothing to chance. Her lips were soft, and warm and moist and she knew how to use them. He felt her hands on him just as much as his hands were on her. He gripped her breasts over her shirt and bra and pressed his palm on her middle over her jeans. She was very warm there, almost on fire as he knew he was.

Before he even realized how much time had passed or what had taken place to get to where they were she was on top of him, straddling him and he was sucking on her breasts and grinding her body down upon him. His driver was driving around the city and the landscape of the skyline was lost to them in their passion. Natalya leaned forward and gripped the seat and forced him to lay back. She watched his eyes as she did things with her body to bring pleasure to him that nearly made him go mad. He kept wanting to cum but he kept holding himself back from it just to keep the moment going for as long as it could go. Natalya seemed to have a couple orgasms already and now was determined to bring him to climax with no more delay. She rolled her hips in such a way that he was aware of how he was inside of her. He groaned with the strain of it and she knew by how much he swelled up that he was about to explode. He moaned as he came, hot, sticky warmth that filled her up. It was very warm, so warm she felt how urgent his need was to release inside of her. In the dim light his eyes were amber and then a hazel green as he looked into her eyes. Even after Malcolm was spent he still desired her. Still never wanted this night to end. She pulled him into her and their sweaty bodies fell together as they kissed and kissed until their lips were so sore they could kiss no longer.

Natalya wasn't entirely sure how, but they somehow ended up back at his apartment and a few more drinks were consumed. They had sex in the kitchen and then back in his bedroom before finally collapsing together back on his bed and falling asleep. Natalya, as usual, didn't have pleasant dreams. Her dreams were always about the SSB and what they did to her or made her do. That night she dreamt about Tatiana taking her to the Russian ballet when she was 10. Natalya loved it and wanted to learn how to dance, but when she asked Tatiana if she could take lessons Tatiana became angry and beat her before shoving a gun into her hands. She then brought in a victim. It was a woman with a hood over her face and her hands tied behind her back. "This woman is a traitor Natalya and she will die by our hands." Tatiana then pulled off the hood and Natalya found herself facing...herself as she was now. Her youngerself didn't hesitate. She took aim...and fired.

Natalya sat up and found herself breathing hard and almost trembling. Beside her, Malcolm was still sound asleep. Glancing at the clock she saw that it was almost six in the morning. She looked at Malcolm one more time before slipping quietly from the bed and dressing. She didn't leave a note and besides Malcolm's pleasant memories there was no sign that she had even been there. She quietly left the apartment and headed back to the Avenger's Tower. She wondered if she would ever see Malcolm again.