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Today was the day you had been dreading since filming began for the movie. It was the day of filming a very intimate scene between Black Widow and your character. You didn't know if you could touch her in the way needed for the scene to work. When you first read the script you were ecstatic knowing you got to play the probable love interest of the sexy redheaded avenger, but that quickly faded in the days, weeks, years you had worked with her.
Why? Because Scarlett Johansson hated you.
Since you walked on set she made your life hell. She spoke to you as if you were a child that couldn't understand basic English and would get angry when you would mess up your lines or you just weren't doing good enough in her eyes. You didn't have the issue with any of the other cast when you worked with them. She set your anxiety off which is what made you mess up so much when it was just the two of you on set.
Never in a million years did you think marvel would go as far as to put a sex scene in their movies.
You weren't sure how the fans would take the relationship since they only saw this witty, flirty, friendship between the characters and there were still so many people dead set that Natasha would end up with Rogers. If only they knew what was going to happen in this movie.
Your alarm sounded informing you that it was time to go to hair and makeup and you begrudgingly started to head that way. As you walked you saw Elizabeth headed in your direction and you smiled at your best friend. She was the one who helped you get this role in the movie which you could never thank her enough for even if the redheaded actress hated your guts for whatever reason. Your primary career before this role was in music but you had come to love acting almost as much. Unfortunately this was your last contracted movie with Marvel after already filming five.
"Hey! Don't let her get you," Lizzie told you as she passed by on her way to her trailer.
You nodded at her in acknowledgment. Lizzie and you had grown up together. Even though the two of you were extremely different personality wise you couldn't think of someone else you would rather have as a friend.
Scarlett was already on set by the time you made it there and looked entirely unimpressed by you.
"I'm not late am I?" You asked no one in particular as you looked around for a clock.
"Almost." Is all Scarlett said as she turned away.
You let out a heavy sigh before you followed her wondering if you would ever do anything right in her eyes.
Sometime later you were leaned against the dresser on set, arms crossed over your chest as your character fumed with anger.
"Will you stop pouting already?"
"I'm not pouting, Natasha. I'm angry."
"You don't have a reason to be angry," Scarlett argued as she pushed herself up off of the bed and made her way to you. "This is my job."
"Someone else can risk their life for once! Damn it, Natasha! Let me go instead."
"I would never let you go in my place. I am no more special than anyone else here.".
When she turned to walk away you grabbed her shoulder and turned her back to you. "You are to me." You moved quickly and pressed your lips against hers.
Scarlett stiffened for a moment and you began to pull back but then her hand came up and gripped the back of your neck holding you against her. Her character took charge as she backed you up towards the bed she had just been sitting on. She tore her lips from yours as she pushed you back onto the mattress.
"You're my best friend, Natasha." You looked at her pleadingly.
Scarlett careessed your cheek before her hands made their way to the hem of her shirt. With no hesitation she whipped it over her head and dropped it to the floor. The next second her body was hovering over yours on the bed as you stared into her beautiful green eyes.
"Please." It was a desperate whisper as you pushed your upper body up and claimed her lips again.
She returned the kiss eagerly and part of you stupidly hoped that she was channeling herself more than her character as she kissed you hard and settled between your legs. You felt her hand on your waist then your bare stomach and a moan escaped you. You were well aware that this was just acting but she felt so good pressed against you.
Her lips made their way down your neck as she cupped your covered breast under your shirt.
"Natasha."
She pulled back from your lips and looked down at you before you leaned forward and ripped your shirt off letting it fall to the ground. Scarlett's eyes landed on your bra covered chest as she gently pushed you back again. Her lips found yours again and her hands moved behind you to unclasp your bra. You allowed her to pull it off of you and toss it carelessly behind her.
The two of you had already had numerous sessions with the intimacy coordinator detailing what you were and weren't comfortable with. You both knew each other's limits.
You reached up and cupped her face with both of your hands. "What are we doing, Natasha?"
Scarlett searched your eyes for a long moment like what Natasha would do before her face lowered and pressed against your lips again pulling back almost immediately. "It's you. It's always been you. I love you."
You nodded as her forehead pressed to yours. "I love you too."
Her lips were on yours again as her hand moved to gently cup your breast in her palm. It took everything in you not to moan at the contact. Your fingers quickly opened the clasp on her bra and it joined the other clothing on the floor. Your eyes fluttered shut as her mouth moved back to your neck.
All too soon the director called the scene. As soon as he did Scarlett got up off of you and wrapped the robe provided around her. You knew this was just acting, just a scene but her eagerness to escape you hurt pretty deeply.
You listened to the directors instructions on the next part and just before the scene was to begin you pushed your jeans off of your legs and laid back on the bed in just your panties. Scarlett also removed her pants before she tossed the robe to the side and got back on the bed. She situated herself over top of you one of her legs sliding between yours as she planted herself on one of your legs. She reached back and grabbed the sheet pulling it over both of your lower bodies.
Her lips were on yours again as she rocked hard against your body. Fuck. You knew this was just a scene but holy hell was she turning you on. A strangled gasp fell from your lips as you worried about the small wet patch on your panties that you could feel. Why did she have to be so hot? She whispered the name of your character against your ear before she gently bit down on the lobe. This time you couldn't stop the moan. Her mouth trailed down your neck and chest and you just about had a heart attack when you felt her lips just barely brush against your nipple. Her warmth was pulled from you as she sat up the camera moving behind her to semi-hide the fact that she wasn't fully lowered on your thigh and she didn't have hers pressed up against your own core. Her thigh just lingered there, close enough to feel but too far to do any good.
Scarlett leaned her head back and used one hand to fling her long red hair behind her shoulders. She moved again and both of her hands covered your breasts using them as leverage as she fake fucked you. You couldn't stop staring at her. She was so mesmerizing and beautiful.
Her weight left your body and you blinked rapidly not even realizing that the scene had ended. You saw Scarlett grab her discarded clothes, the robe already secured around her waist, and she hustled off of the set. You wrapped your own robe around you still confused on what just happened. You had been so entranced by the woman on top of you that you had completely forgotten to actually act and probably looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Had you even touched her once?
"Thirty minutes!" The director called after you as you hurried from the set and to your trailer. A shaky breath escaped you as soon as the door was shut and you were blissfully alone, or so you thought. Elizabeth was lounging on your couch and smirked at you when she saw you.
"Have fun?"
You groaned and leaned your head against the door. "No."
You felt her come up behind you and move your hair off of your shoulder. She placed a small kiss on your neck and pulled the robe off of your shoulder so she could kiss your soft skin there also.
"I don't understand why Marvel has made all of these movies and don't decide to do a sex scene until now. They were doing fine without it and why did it have to be my character?"
"Because Scarlett is hot and so are you." Lizzie's mouth found your neck again and she sucked lightly on your sweet spot right below your ear. You moaned for her and she sucked harder.
It had been a while since either of you had used the benefits part of your friendship. You didn't harbor romantic feelings for the other but sometimes it was nice to have someone you could get off with if need be.
"Let me relax you, babe."
You nodded desperately needing to get off. Lizzie chuckled as her mouth descended onto your neck again. You felt her hands pull apart the belt on the robe and then her hand was on your clothed pussy. You wrapped one arm behind you around her neck and held her against you as her fingers dipped inside the cotton.
"Fuck, did she get you this wet?" Lizzie asked in your ear.
You nodded unable to speak. Elizabeth knew how you felt about Scarlett, it was one of the reasons she fought so hard to get you in the movie, but it hadn't turned out like she thought.
"Relax," Lizzie whispered in your ear as you arched your back trying to get her to enter you. She slid her finger along your slit a couple more times before she finally dipped two fingers inside of you.
"Liz." You sounded out of breath as she took her time fingering your tight pussy.
"I've got you."
Suddenly she withdrew from you before she slammed her fingers back in and pulled a cry from you. Her mouth was on your shoulder as she quickly fucked into your pussy with her fingers. She knew time was short and you would need to be back on set soon. A slight adjustment had her palm hitting your clit with every thrust. She loved hearing the noises you made for her. It really had been too long since the two of you had been able to play with each other.
Lizzie placed chaste kisses along your neck and shoulder before her mouth sealed over the mark she had left earlier and gently bit into the skin.
"Fuck, Liz, you're not supposed to leave marks."
"Your hair will cover it," she told you as she moved her fingers faster inside of you. "Come on, pretty girl, cum for me."
Any other time you probably would have felt embarrassed about the sounds coming from your soaked pussy, but right now you didn't care in the slightest as you let your best friend take you against the door.
"Li-- I'm gonna..." Your words died off instead replaced with loud moan as your body hit your crest and your head fell heavily against the door to your trailer.
"Scream any louder and the whole cast will know what we're doing in here," Elizabeth teased as she gently pulled her fingers from you and placed a kiss on your cheek.
You still had for forehead against the door as you panted when she moved to the back of the trailer.
"You have ten minutes before your cute butt has to be back on set," Lizzie called to you. "You might want to find a dry pair of panties."
You rolled your eyes and pushed off of the door. "I don't want to go back on set," you pouted as you headed in her direction.
"Stop pouting," Lizzie said as she tossed you a clean pair of panties. "Try not to soak those because of your blonde bombshell."
"Technically her hair is red right now."
Elizabeth snorted and watched as you changed out your clothes before tying the robe closed again. You walked over over to her and dropped your head onto her shoulder your arms going around her waist in a hug. Lizzie ran her hands comfortingly through your hair. She could hear the distress in your voice.
Your thoughts were consumed with Scarlett. It didn't make sense that she hated you the way she did unless you had done something that offended her and she just decided to hold a grudge for four years.
It had felt so good when her body was over yours. The way she looked at you as if her feelings were her own and not Natasha's. It was the softess most inviting face she had ever given you. Then the scene wrapped up and she was moving before you had even got your bearings. That time when she looked back at you it was almost like she was disgusted.
"Hey," Elizabeth said softly as she felt wetness against her neck. She pulled your head back and used her thumbs to rid your face of the tears that you didn't even know were falling.
"I'm going to miss this place and these people. The only good thing about leaving is that I won't have to deal with Scarlett's anger towards me. I never thought I was a bad actress, but I can't do anything right in her eyes so maybe I'm just wrong and I'm not as good as I thought."
"Don't think that. There is a reason that your character scores consistently high on the character surveys. You are a good actress. You know what you're doing when you step foot on set. Scarlett just can be difficult at times, but she is a good person and has a good heart."
"She hates me." Your voice cracked which made you want to start crying again. "I don't know and I don't know why her validation is so important to me, but it is, and she hates my guts."
"You seek her validation because you respect her so much. That's normal, y/n. It's hard when you look up to someone you feel is special but then in return you get looked down upon."
"I just wish i had never told her that I was a lesbian. Maybe then she wouldn't be so disgusted with me."
Elizabeth frowned and tilted her head slightly. "You think she doesn't like you because you're a lesbian?"
"I can't think of any other reason she would."
"I don't think it's that, but we will hold this conversation for later because you're needed on set. Are you okay?"
You nodded and gave her a quick peck on the lips before the two of you went your separate ways. You were running late again just another thing for Scarlett to be mad about. You were already stripping off your robe as you got on set. You tossed it over a chair and made your way to the bed where a very angry red-blonde was waiting.
"I'm sorry," you muttered.
"Just get up here."
You tried not to let your eyes wander over her exposed upper half but it was hard when she had such beautiful breasts. You laid down and pulled the sheet up to your hips facing her. This scene wasn't fully scripted it mainly was them cuddling and talking about your character's fears regarding the upcoming mission for Natasha.
Scarlett gave you a look as you stayed on the other side of the bed. "Really, y/n? Do you usually cuddle after sex with the Grand Canyon between you? Get over here."
You moved closer and flung one of your legs over top of hers, but then you paused again not knowing how she wanted you positioned to where she still felt comfortable since both of you were still topless.
Scarlett made a slightly annoyed sound and then her hand was on your cheek guiding you to look at her. "However you feel comfortable. I don't care how you lay."
With those words you laid your head down basically on top of Scarlett's breast in an effort to try and shield some of her body from the camera and audience's view. Your hand ran up her body to her shoulder resting on the nipple of her other breast to again hide her a little.
You sighed really not knowing what to do now.
~~~~~~~~~~~~Scarlett~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Scarlett found herself once again in the position of overthinking her relationship with you.
She had known since the first time she saw you on set that she wanted you. It was confusing for her as she had never been sexually attracted to other women. Sure she admired looking at them, women are beautiful, but you stirred a desire deep within her that she didn't know how to tame.
So she avoided you. She would make snappy remarks and tell you you weren't doing enough in an effort to make sure you kept your distance. You were a great actress in her eyes. She had even gone to the directors and tried to keep them from killing your character off, but they didn't listen. She would have thought this annoying crush was over, but even after four years she wanted you as much as she did that first day.
Having you underneath her today had almost been a disaster. That first kiss between the two of you had been electric and it left her wanting so much more from you. You hadn't complained as she kissed along your body. Your breasts killed her. She had been seconds away from wrapping her lips around your nipple, which she really wanted to do, but at the last moment remembered this isn't real life and it's not pornography which made her pull back. Her lips had grazed it hurt slightly and the sound of your breath hitching had made even more arousal pool in her panties.
She had forced herself into a sitting position then in an effort not to try and touch you inappropriately. Both of you had said no mouths on intimate areas while with the intimacy coordinator. Your breasts filled her hands so perfectly as she pretended to ride your thigh. One quick look down showed her the wet patch that had formed on your panties and that had been the exact moment the director cut the scene. She knew she had gone further than she should have which made her quickly leave the set for the break.
It had taken everything in her not to touch herself to the thought of you after she got back to her trailer. She knew she was soaked so she quickly changed panties then sat there and thought about you. Small things she had noticed when you probably didn't even know she was around. She had known you and Elizabeth were extremely close and came to find out that you didn't mind her touching you or vice versa in any way. She had seen the two of you kiss on occasion but they were small pecks not at all like you were making out with each other.
Everyday you brought food in for a homeless cat that lived off the alley by the studio. You hadn't been successful in catching it so instead you just fed it. You always brought fresh coffee to the makeup and hair beauticians. You were sweet but you also had a temper when you wanted to. She had observed a small argument with you and Chris but when she had asked him about it he didn't go into detail and said it was over with.
You were an enigma to her.
Scarlett was tired of trying to hide the fact that she liked you a lot more than she should. After working together for four years she could admit that part of her held love for you. Tomorrow was your last day and she hated it. She wouldn't get to see you for extended periods of time anymore, if at all. Elizabeth had said you were planning on focusing back on your music after filming wrapped up.
She realized that wasn't okay with her. She wanted to see you everyday even if it involved fighting between you two.
She wanted you.
She was tired of letting her fears make the decisions where you were involved. She didn't want to lie to herself or you anymore about how she felt.
So she had gone to find you and when she got near your trailer she heard you crying. She couldn't make out everything you were saying but she knew it had to do with her. She didn't realize just how bad she had been making you feel and decided she would talk to you after shooting wrapped up for the day.
Scarlett had told herself that she would be softer on you for this scene. That all went out the window when you came flying into the studio. You yanked off your robe which made your hair swing out of the way and she had seen it. The large dark mark on your neck was extremely noticable. It was fresh. The only person she knew you had been with during the break was Elizabeth. She was infuriated. That single mark told her that the two of you had been lying to the cast about how close the two of you actually were.
Friends don't give friends hickeys.
Now your head was on her chest as she ran her fingers through your hair while trying to tamper down how angry she was. She felt you moving your fingers rhymically to music only you heard. She used to think it was so cute when you would just randomly start tapping your fingers.
Neither of you said anything for a long moment not knowing who was going to start the scene.
"I'm exhausted." Your words were quiet. Those words sounded so sincere that Scarlett immediately knew you were talking about yourself and not your character. "This exhausts me. You exhaust me."
Scarlett felt her anger ebbing as she remembered what you had said about her to Elizabeth.
"I know." Scarlett gently gripped your chin and pulled your head off of her breast.
She didn't hesitate as she pushed her lips against yours. You hadn't expected it earning her a breathy moan as she devoured your mouth. This wasn't acting. This was pure need and desire for both of you. She rolled her body onto of yours and deepened the kiss even more.
She finally pulled away and dropped her forehead onto yours. "I'm sorry I exhaust you."
Your hand moved to her face and you cupped her cheek staring into her eyes. Was she playing as Natasha here or were these her true feelings for you. She pressed your body down harder into the bed as her mouth slammed over yours again.
You heard the director cut the scene and immediately Scarlett's weight was off of you. She had already began to put her robe back on when you sat up and frowned at her wondering what in the hell just happened.
"Next time you come to set will you attempt to be a little more professional and not have a huge hickey on display for the entire crew to see?"
Your hand immediately went to your neck where Lizzie had marked it. Scarlett rolled her eyes and shook her head before she left the set. You were pissed off. How dare she act like you did something wrong by getting release from a friend. You didn't have to approve your sex life through her. You grabbed your own robe and threw it on quickly following after the current redhead.
"Scarlett!"
The woman stopped and turned to face you. Her face was expressionless and she crossed her arms over her chest as she met your eyes.
"I don't know what I ever did to you for you to treat me like a piece of fucking gum on the street, but knock it off! All you do is put me down and criticize me constantly. No wonder I lost my fucking job!"
"That's not my fault."
"Isn't it?" You had never felt this angry about anyone or anything. "The cast sees the way you act around me. It's not that hard to assume that the studio doesn't want to deal with it anymore because you refuse to get your head out of your ass! I am not a bad actress!"
"You slept with someone before you came back on set. Do you understand how unprofessional that is?"
All you could do was stare at her. Sure you were on set but it was during your break in your private trailer. You were seething. She was calm and collected talking to you in an even tone. And yet you were yelling knowing how unprofessional you were acting, but you were so tired of the way she always treated you. Regardless you took a couple of steady breaths to calm your temper.
"I'm really glad that tomorrow is the last day that I have to be on set with you. I can't take this anymore, Scarlett. I'm just so done with you and this."
You shook your head and walked off before she could even say anything. You missed the brief look of hurt on her face from your words. You went straight to your trailer and grabbed your stuff before you headed to your apartment.
You were hurt. You had out your all into your character and truly thought you portrayed her well, but you must not have. You were the only one that she hated. You could remember so many cast parties where you could hear her laughing from across the room during a conversation with another cast member. It made you jealous. All you had wanted was a little recognition that you weren't a horrible actress.
Tomorrow everything would change and be different. Your heart broke knowing you were saying goodbye to good friends, but the relief you felt over not being under her thumb anymore made it feel much better.