She stared at him from above, and the moonlight illuminated her red hair. It was fanning around her face like an angel's halo.
He could just make out her shape in the darkness, the distinct curves of her form and the outline of her naked body. her green eyes glowed and Steve realised the air was heavy with sweat, giving the atmosphere a dream-like quality of tension. He'd never had dreams like this though, and that's how he knew he was awake - that and the steady beat of their heartbeats, slightly out of time. He knew that meant something, but he didn't want to care.
She was staring at him.
Steve traced a finger down her bare chest, her body slick with sweat. She sighed into his touch.
"What do you want from me?" he murmured, not intending for her to hear. But, of course, she did. She always listened to him, and so in return he always heard her even when no one else did.
"Everything," Natasha said, and their lips collided once again. The problem had been resolved, but now Steve felt an entirely different kind of weight on his shoulders.
It wasn't a straight answer. She never gave them. Steve didn't know what he had been expecting, only it was more than this.
