You're a hero, I'm a monster, I'm sorry!
5/1/2015
I was never going to let Clint borrow my car again, he swore he'd pick me up, it's cold, wet and windy. But, did he show, no! I've been standin here in the rain, waiting for the bus for over an hour. I wasn't the anyone here, a crowd was waiting. A very angry crowd.
"He's lucky he has a family, or I'd kill him in his sleep!" I Grumble, as a woman inches away from me.
"Hey Nat, Nat!" A voice yelled over the noise. I knew that voice anywhere, I tried very hard to think about it, or the body\person it was attached to.
I turned to the direction of the voice, and smiled, despite myself. "Steve..." I crossed my arms over my chest, and cocked my hip to the side.
"Your knight in shining armor has arrived." He grinned and held out a helmet to me.
"Who says I need rescuing?" I smiled at him, not moving. I did of course, but I hated his white knight routine. By hate, I mean love.
"Okay, guess I'll leave you here then. Cold, wet and miserable." He smiled and wiggled the helmet, I just sighed and took it. He knew I was only playing, that I was very happy to see him.
"Ready?" He said over his shoulder once I'd secured my self behind him, with my ams around is waist. I enjoyed it more then I should, but that's my secret.
"Yep!" I saluted to the lady who inched away from me, she gave me a dirty look as we pulled away.
"Okay, I admit it, you're my hero." I smiled as I squeezed his waist, I felt his chest vibrate with a chuckle.
Flirting with Steve, was the best feeling in the world. Was also very stupid and dangerous. Dangerous? Because, flirting means you like them, and to enjoy it, is even worse. I couldn't afford to fall for him, oh who was I kidding, I'd fallen a long time ago, and was still falling.
His hand on mine wrapped around his waist, made me almost jump. He just left it there, and was stroking my hand with his thumb. I coul feel insides melt. I laid my head against his back, as the light turned green and he put his hand back on the bars. It was gone, but my hand was still warm where he'd touched it. Only then did I notice how cold I was, I shivered as I pressed against him, trying to take his warmth.
We pulled up to the tower, and I frowned. Steve lived here, but I didn't.
"You can wait here for Clint, and get warm and dry. Before you get pneamonia" He smiled and helped me off his bike, I wasn't going to complain. I was obsolutely frigid.
Tony had been trying to talk me into moving in also, but I refused. I liked my space, and I'm sure Tony would end up dead.
We stepped inside and Steve wrapped his arms around me, and held me close. If I wasn't so cold, I'd make some wise crack. But, for now I was just enjoying his warmth.
We got to his level, and he took my coat and sweater off me. He handed me one of his sweat shirts and told me to go shower and change. I wasn't in any state to argue with him, even if he was being bossy and demanding, was kinda sexy on him.
After a long hot shower, I put on a pair of his shorts and his sweatshirt. I had to admit I loved wearing his clothes. Best part was they smelt like him, was like I was wrapped up in him, without being. I stepped out brushing my wet hair, and the look on his face at seeing me in his clothes, was probably the same one I had when I dressed.
"Feel better?" He asked a few moments of just staring at me, I smiled at him.
"Like I said, my hero." He grinned and grabbed a towel, he came over and put it on my head, and rubbed my hair dry for me, since I was having no look combing it wet. I couldn't concentrate, all he had on was loose sweats and a tank. Very sexy...
"Would you kill me if I said you looked like a drowned rat when I saw you?" He smiled down at me, I chuckled.
"Only if you say it made me look sexy..." I smiled back at him, and frowned at the flash of something in his eyes.
"You did..." He said completely serious, not a hint of sarcasm or jester in his voice or face.
It suddenly became hard to breathe, and my chest felt like it was going to explode. He stopped rubbing my hair and let the towel fall to my shoulders. I hadn't realized how close he was to me. I should move, go, do something, but my body refused to obey me and just stood there.
His eyes flickered to my lips before returning to my face, and I found myself wanting, no needing him to kiss me. It was a dull, painful ache in my chest, one that would only disappear with a kiss, from him.
"You are always beautiful to me... Nat." He whispered as he slowly lowered the gap between us, his eyes focused on my own.
If I couldn't breathe before, now I was suffocating. The ache in my chest became more pronounced the closer he got to me. Without even realizing it, I lifte my head up ever so slightly, he must have taken that as permission. As the next second his lips were on mine, and the whole world just melted around me. His lips were exactly how I remembered them. Except this time there was such passion behind them, that wasn't there before. This time, he was going to kiss her, the way he wanted to.
She couldn't stop the tiny noise that escaped her when he placed his hand on her hip and pulled across the remaining distance between them. At first his kiss was soft, but full of passion. But the longer he kissed her, the more rough it got, she didn't mind, she liked rough.
He placed his other hand behind her head and pulled her deeper into the kiss, which made another noise escape her, that just seemed to spur him on. The hand on her hip, slowly encircled her waist and held her tightly against him. He was kissing her as if he wanted to devour her whole. All thoughts were fuzzy and unreachable, the deeper he kissed her.
She slowly placed her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her, that made him make a noise this time.
He turned and shoved her agains the wall, never once breaking their kiss, or the passion it held. He pressed his body against hers and moved in ways that made her gasp with every movement. Then his lips were on her neck, sucking, kissing and just all around pleasuring her.
She knew this was dangerous, but she couldn't stop him, nor did she want to.
"Natasha... you are so amazing... I want you so bad..." He whispered into my ear, I couldn't help but moan at that. Captain America just said he wants to fuck me, how can you not be turned on.
"Well, I am still a bit cold, could use to extra body heat..." I smiled wickedly at him, he moaned and engulfed me in a kiss that blew the other one away.
He grabbed my legs and wrapped them around his waist, I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around his neck to support myself, as he laid me down on the floor. Apparently the bedroom was not good enough, or to far away.
I'd read in his file that Steve was a virgin, but the way he was treating me, you'd have never guessed it. All conscious thoughts escaped me when he started to grind himself against me, my legs still wrapped around him. I left out a noise that was a half scream, half gasp, he really wanted me, and I wasn't the type to keep things from people who wanted them. Especially if it was sex with Steve, as that's all I've ever wanted since I saw him in that damned Captain America suit. It hightlighted at the best parts, and I mean, highlighted.
Steve knew exactly how to pleasure me in every single way possible. For someone who has never had sex, I wanted to ask how he knew, but I couldn't get a word out between the screams of ectasy. I'd never felt so loved and wanted, he was amazing inside of me, I never wanted it to end. We went like bunny rabbits all night long, never once moving to the bed.
By four am, he was out cold, and I watched him as he slept. And I knw I was in trouble, for Steve wasn't a one night stand kind of guy, he was a "I fuck you, now we are dating!" kind of guy. And as much as I'd enjoyed the sex, or boy did I enjoy it! I couldn't be Captain Americas girlfriend, no matter how badly I wanted to be. He was a hero, I was a monster, simple as that.
I looked Steve as a tear ran down my face, I leaned down and kissed him. "I'm sorry Steve, I love you, but I... we, can't do this." I whispered, before I got up and changed back into my now dry clothes. I looked at him one last time before I left. The tears weren't so easy to leave behind though, they refused to stop.
I was The Black Widow, Famous assasin and killer, a monster that would only taint and destroy someone as pure and magnificent as Captain America, no, Steve Rogers.
This can never happen... ever...
