Child's Play
Summary: Or, how Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff fell in love.
A/N: This will be a collection of drabbles, because curse my writer's block- I can't stick to one story without starting another one. So this is just drabbles, with no specific timeline. & thank god I've stumbled upon 'The Nanny Diaries' or else I wouldn't be fangirling this hard.
THIS WAS MY ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE CHAPTER TO WRITE.
No beta & all mistakes are mine.
Please review- & I hope you enjoy.
"Love is for children," she says.
"It doesn't have to be," he responds.
deux.
A classical song tinkers from the speakers as Natasha, clad in the traditional ballerina getup, dances slowly and sensually, executing each move with the type of grace that has only been practised for years.
She pirouettes en pointe, plies and tondues passionately, feeling the music flow through her body. As the song comes to a close, she breathes heavily and curtseys in the direction of her bedroom window, imagining the sound of clapping hands.
Wait- she wasn't imagining it! Natasha swerves to face a smiling Steve Rogers leaning against her doorframe, his bright blue eyes shining as he claps. The Russian stays frozen in place as the two stare at each other, the silence between them punctuated by Steve's applause. Once Steve pestered down to the last of his claps, he gives Natasha a proud smile. "That was beautiful, Natasha."
He says it so warmly that Natasha feels a blush crawl up her cheeks, but her instincts kick in and she gives the blond her best threatening glare; there would be no way she would let herself be compromised by someone who she'd known for a few months. Placing her hands on her hips, she growls. "What are you doing here?"
Being Captain America, Steve did not seem threatened to say the least. He instead blushed and placed his hands into his pockets, seeming more shy than threatened. "I heard music."
Natasha internally melts at the expression on the captain's face, but masks it with a raised eyebrow. "So you followed it and saw me dancing."
Steve pulls his hands out of his pockets and stares at Natasha head-on, baby blues boring into guarded emeralds. "I'm glad I did, actually."
Natasha gives in to vulnerability and blushes as Steve gives her one last proud smile and saunters out the door.
She wouldn't be ashamed to admit that she checked out his ass as he walked away.