The First

Steve pulled Natasha into the spare room of Clint's farm, grinning. Natasha laughed.

"Steve? What are you-?" Steve kissed her passionately, cutting her sentence short. She smiled against his lips as he deepened the kiss. A soft moan escaped from her, and Steve broke the kiss, still smiling.

"You enjoying this, Ms. Romanoff?" He asked, stifling a laugh. She smiled flirtatiously at him.

"Can't judge much right now, Mr. Rogers," She traced a small circle on his chest. "You'll have to show me a bit more." She kissed him this time, and wrapped her arms around his neck, while Steve picked her up in a bridal carry. He walked toward the bed, and flopped onto it. Natasha crawled on top of him, still smiling that same flirty smile.

"That's what you're after, Steve?" She asked. Steve laughed.

"Don't act like you didn't expect it," He said. Natasha made a small noise.

"Can't say I wasn't looking forward to it…" She replied. He grinned.

"Well, stop stalling." He put an arm around her neck, and pulled her down to another kiss. He slowly moved his hands down her torso, until eventually finding the belt of her jeans. He smiled against the kiss, and very slowly took her belt off and threw it to the side. Natasha broke the kiss and made a tutting sound.

"Come on, Steve. You can go faster than that," She said, semi-condescendingly. Steve laughed.

"I know. It's more satisfying for both of us if I go slowly," He replied, grinning.

"Yeah, yeah." She laughed before re-engaging the kiss. Steve smiled, and moved her jeans down her legs even slower than he did with her belt. She took the initiative after a little bit, and kicked them down the rest of her legs. She broke the kiss again.

"Finally." She said, smiling at him nonetheless.

"Well, now they're off." He said, shrugging.

"Good point…" She said. Steve laughed, and started rolling to the left, making them both fall off of the bed. Luckily, he took most of the impact, but it still knocked the wind out of him. She laughed, and, despite the lack of air in his lungs, he laughed as much as he could. They eventually regained their composure, and Natasha looked around.

"We're completely concealed by the bed…" She said, looking around the room and then back at Steve, smiling mischievously. "Perfect." Steve smiled back.

"Let's go, then. I'm gonna need some help with these, though." He gestured towards his jeans, trying as hard as possible to hide the smile he knew was coming. She groaned, but smiled.

"Why?" She asked, already fiddling with his belt. He felt the jeans getting tighter, even though the belt was coming off.

"Because." He said, stifling a laugh. She looked up at him, an eyebrow cocked.

"Because you're lazy?" She asked, throwing his belt next to hers.

"Maybe. Also, how are we gonna know whose belt is whose?" He asked, looking over at them. She shrugged.

"Doesn't matter." She answered, starting to pull down his jeans. He smiled.

"It helps to know."

"I know. But right now," She shimmied his jeans down to his ankles, and he kicked them off. "It doesn't matter." Steve nodded, not even trying to hide the bulge in his pants, which Natasha was eyeing like it was a succulent piece of meat.

"I can see where some of that serum went…" She said, smiling. She tore her eyes away from his pelvis to look at him, blushing furiously. She laughed.

"I've been frozen since '45. I'm not used to this." He said. She smiled even more at him.

"Just go with your… gut…" She told him, stifling a laugh. Steve smiled at her.

"Yeah, my "gut". Uh-huh." He laughed, and she crawled back onto him, resting her head on his chest. She reached her hands down to his boxers, very slowly removing them, as Steve did the same with her panties. He lowered them down just enough to reveal her pelvis, as she did the same with his boxers, letting his manhood spring loose. She smiled up at him.

"C'mon, Steve, I've waited long enough," She said, a hint of pleading in her voice. He sighed, but smiled.

"Here goes nothing…" He said under his breath, as she slowly lowered herself onto his penis. He threw his head back, and felt himself enter her.

"Ah, fuck!" She moaned through gritted teeth.

"Language, Romanoff." He said, smiling. She laughed, and leaned down.

"Shut up and fuck me." She whispered before kissing him. Steve nodded, and slowly started thrusting inside her. He felt rather than heard her moans against his lips. Indication that he was doing well. She broke the kiss, and sat back up, pulling her hair behind her.

"Jesus… fuck, Steve…" She said, now helping by bouncing on his manhood, only making them both happier.

"Is this worth the wait?" He asked through heavy breaths.

"Oh, yeah…" She answered, her breaths coming in short bursts. Suddenly, he heard a knock at the door. He looked at Natasha, and knew she had heard it too. He scooted back, making it look like Natasha was just sitting on the floor. Luckily, they had left her shirt on, so it looked mostly normal.

"Come in." Natasha said, trying to sound as relaxed as possible with Steve still inside her. The door opened, and Laura Barton walked in.

"Hey, Nat," she said, looking around. "Have you seen Steve? Tony and Clint need help with the wood." Natasha blushed slightly, as Steve very slowly continued thrusting.

"I'll… tell him if I see him, Laura." She said, very slowly as to keep her cool. Laura nodded.

"Thanks Nat." She said, and she walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. Natasha looked down at Steve, obviously holding back a laugh. Steve sat up.

"I guess I should go help them…" He said, slowly pulling out of her. She groaned.

"Come on, Steve? You're not even going to let me finish?" She asked, pouting. Steve shrugged.

"Later, I promise," He answered, and kissed her forehead. "I gotta go help the guys." She sighed.

"Bye," She said, pulling her panties back on.

"Tomorrow. Promise," He pulled his boxers and jeans back on, and left the room.