Companion fic to Chris Crush. Extra adult scene from chapter 8. What's Your Number?


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Sliding her hand through his hair, Natasha leaned close, asking mischievously, "Was she pretty?"

Steve knew there was never a good answer for that question, but, truly, he couldn't think of anything else with her straddling his lap, planting wet kisses along his jaw and neck. "Who?"

That was the best thing she could've heard, and she intended to keep it that way. For the second time today, she flipped him, dropping him on his back, pinning him down.


Natasha never had competition – she was the best in everything she did – but there was nothing better than a rivalry to spice things up. Being jealous of Steve revealed a possessive side of her, animalistic, wild and, well… indomitable. So far, she had allowed herself to be loved and spoiled by him. He made her feel special like she had never felt before and, honestly, her four past lovers combined weren't worth a tenth of him. Who could be? That night though, she was determined to make it so memorable for him, that he would forget every woman before her – no matter how many.

It started as a challenge, but seeing him literally, and willingly, in her hands… it exposed a completely different emotion that she couldn't name yet.

Once again, they had eyes only for each other.

Wearing a delicate silk peach nightgown, with her fiery hair flowing loose, framing her gorgeous face, she was the vision of perfection. Straddling his hips, her hypnotic green eyes were traps that he couldn't and didn't want to escape from. "You're so beautiful, Nat."

Placing his large hands on her waist, he kneaded it softly, caressing her. It was as scary as exhilarating how he always evoked special, unique feelings inside her. His familiar touch awakened the memories of their lovemaking, making warm moisture seep from her.

Through the thin fabric of his T-shirt, she raked her nails down over his flawless torso. Sliding her thumb over his nipple, she felt his muscles tense beneath her unexpected touch. Inquiring blue eyes searched her face looking for instructions – he had no idea what she wanted him to do. With gaze fixed on his face and lips curved in a smile, she gently caressed his muscular arms before grabbing his hands. Her knees were at either side of his waist, and she bent down, pressing her full breasts against his heaving chest. He closed his eyes reveling in the feel of her soft lips traveling along his collarbone. Stretching like a dancer, she pinned his arms on the bed, entwining their fingers.

Teasing him, she inhaled his fresh scent of soap and aftershave, before purring in his ear, "I wanted you so badly on that training mat."

Just the thought made his body ache in response. Simple like that, she made it impossible for him to not think about this every time they sparred. With a catlike sensuality, she melded her mouth against his, enticing and seeking entry. She was hungry, rapturous, awakening primal urges inside him. Steve had never been kissed like this, "You are driving me crazy."

He needed to love her, now, senseless… yet he didn't move his arms – he would never do anything to upset her. But to submit entirely was something he hadn't ever done before. He was raised to be a man, and men take responsibility in bed – that was the right thing to do. Even so, her tiny delicious form, literally weightless for his super-soldier body, had all the power over him. She possessed him completely just with her lips and he couldn't let himself do anything to stop her – not that he wanted to. As embarrassing as it was to admit it, there was something very exhilarating about this whole experience – a sense of belonging.

As if on cue, she whispered, "You're not the only one with fantasies."

"Fantasies?"

The mention of a fantasy, however, hit him in a weak point, and he tensed beneath her. She had a crush on that actor before they got together… He wouldn't normally even admit to thinking about something so silly… his brain, however, wasn't exactly working properly at that moment. Hidden deep inside his mind, there was that totally ridiculous question… Is she thinking about her guy?

Superhero or not, men will be men, and she knew how to read them all. Besides, Steve never made any effort to hide anything from her. It was fun to see him jealous, she wouldn't deny it, but no one was more honestly eager to please her than him – more than ever, she wanted to please him with the same devotion.

Sliding her hand underneath his shirt, her fingers glided skillfully, stroking his muscular chest, while her lips traveled up the side of his neck. Her reply was right on target, "You're the only one in my mind." Relief appeared instantly in his sincere blue eyes, and she bent her head to kiss him again with even more passion.

Natasha was Steve's every dream, the only one. A complex, irresistible contrast of strength, fragility, ferocity and femininity that didn't cease to surprise him. Today, it started with an irrational jealousy, but now, she was showing another side of her – in their bed – aggressive… and unbelievably arousing.

"Nat?" he gasped, as she tore his T-shirt into pieces in the most tantalizing way. His basic instincts and drives urged him into action. Wrapping his strong arms around her, he caressed her back and slipped his hand through her silk locks. "God, I need you." Pulling her to him, he motioned to flip them.

However, she pressed her hand firmly on his shoulder as her smiling eyes were saying, 'Don't.' His body stopped immediately, but his mind got lost in a whirlwind of conflicted thoughts and emotions.

At the time he was born, lots of things were considered taboos, and there were strict social rules towards sexual behavior between genders. The first thing Steve learned about the matter in the present was that women wanted and enjoyed sex as much as men. He wasn't lying when he said, 'I'm glad the world changed.' He truly believed in equality, in every aspect of society. Applied to relationships, it would make them much more fulfilling. This whole experience was a living proof, and it was truly spectacular. Natasha was displaying her desire, passion, even her jealously, and everything was making him feel truly wanted. Hers. It meant that there was nothing wrong about her taking charge in bed, right? In theory…

Moving her hands to his nape, she stroked his hair on the scalp, massaging his whole head. Circling her fingers against his temples, she whispered, "Stop thinking. Trust me." She was reading him like an open book.

It was increasingly challenging for him to form coherent thoughts, with his groin becoming unbearably heavy, constricted. Once again, his arms were pinned against the mattress and it was like time wasn't following the normal path, because he had no memory of how or when it had happened. The same way she managed to avoid his attacks during their training, it felt like she was inside his mind anticipating his actions, blocking every single one of them – not with strength, but with a subtleness.

The best part? She was awaking and fulfilling needs he didn't know he had.

With a mix of delight and agony, he shuddered as her hair brushed across his body. Every touch and kiss left her mark, like a brand seared into his flesh. In a fluctuating rhythm, she continued her assault to his senses, in a way that even his highly trained mind couldn't begin to anticipate… Taking each ounce of control of him.

"Nat… please…"

Satisfaction lightened her green eyes as she reached into his underwear, gripping his raging hard on, making him growl. He felt like going insane as desire was consuming him – he needed to take her. "Not right… gentlemanly…" he struggled to speak, between moans, "I have to… do the work…"

"Not today", she bit her lower lip, amused, before pulling his boxers down.

He couldn't suppress the male pride that arose inside him when he saw the lust in her eyes. Her magical hands drove him into a world of pure sensations – burning blood, straining nerves and rigid muscle. It was almost too much. He felt practically weak, exposed in a way that was less than… manly. Summoning the last strength he had left, he touched her face softly, as she started to kiss down his body. "What… are you doing…?"

Stopping everything, she tilted her head in question, "Aren't you liking it?"

Back in his time, men were expected to keep their emotions hidden. But he was becoming painfully aware that the urge for her touch was stronger than his willpower. Conflicting feelings were fighting inside him and he breathed deeply for air, "No… it's not that…"

"You won't respect me in the morning?" She was joking, but as usual, it hit him like a punch.

Despite their differences of cultures and generations, Steve respected Natasha. Period. Even when he didn't understand her. This time, no one could stop him and he straightened up, enfolding her carefully in his arms, "Don't ever say that." He was sweating, his hands were trembling, and he locked his eyes with hers, breathing heavily, "It's me. I can't… I can't disrespect you, Nat." No matter what, he would never use her.

Suddenly, everything made sense and she understood his old-fashioned behavior. Cupping his face tenderly, she smiled, "This is new for you, isn't it?" Looking straight into his apprehensive blue eyes, she reassured, "Look, there's nothing wrong about this. We're together. I trust you. Just relax and enjoy." Covering him with wet kisses, she pushed him back to bed, but he was still tense, so she asked, "What are you doing?"

While his body was screaming for her, his chivalrous mind still struggled to accept a passive role. But not because he needed to assert any kind of male dominance, far from it. He would always put her needs above his. The confusion and guilt in his eyes were evident. "Me? Nothing… I…"

Each part of her body was exuding excitation. "Exactly." He could see her hard nipples through the thin silk of her nightgown, before she started to kiss his jaw and neck. "And you are not making me do anything." Green eyes, dark with desire, captured his dazed blue ones as she held his face in her hands. "I want you, my way." The grim on her face was the most seductive he had ever seen. "You are my fantasy."

Her words literally shut his brain off, he couldn't do anything else than surrender. Her kiss was demanding, intense, mingling their bodies together as they wrapped their arms around each other into a loving embrace. When she released him, his lungs were burning, and he was panting, "If this is a dream… don't wake me up…"

She was wearing the most charming predatory smile ever. "I never wanted anyone like this."

Even so, he wouldn't be Steve if he didn't care. Out of breath, he tried, "What… about… you?"

With a hot and hungry gaze, she licked her lips, "I'm gonna blow your mind."

Then, she lowered her head and he realized she wasn't lying.

Soldiers' stories about French cabarets, and the pretty descriptive modern literature, couldn't have prepared him for the reality of this. No words could begin to describe the feeling of being enveloped by the warm wetness of her mouth… Nothing could describe Natasha.

While he was physically there, it felt like floating into oceans of indescribable pleasure. His hands slid into her curly hair, one cupping the back of her neck and the other caressing her shoulder, in his desperate attempt to please her in any way. Unlike regular sex, where he was the one worried about how hard and long-lasting it would be, this way he didn't have any kind of control.

Diving in a state of pure bliss, he moaned, pleading, "Don't stop…"

Looking at him with sexy smiling eyes, Natasha was delighted to see how helpless he was because of the pleasure she was giving to him. It wasn't about having power over him… well… maybe just a little. But it was more than that… What was giving her the ultimate satisfaction was to have his complete trust, to see him let it go entirely, accepting her lead, relaxed as he was never before.

He was groaning and she upped her efforts, making his body tense beneath her. His voice was throaty with need, "I'm… gonna…" It felt like she was extracting his essence from deep inside him, making him exploded in utter fury and uncontrolled intensity. Instinctively, his hands fell into the bed and he gripped the mattress beneath them. Shuddering, he growled, consumed by the pleasure flooding through his body… until he collapsed, succumbing to the powerful release.

For a while, Steve kept his eyes closed, contemplating this new world she just had taken him to, relishing in the feeling of being absolutely vulnerable and pleased at the same time. It was one of the most intense and earth shattering experiences of his life. Something about trusting completely to let go in abandon. Trembling, he reached for her, raising her chin… The look in her eyes was pure fire, evoking that volcano in eruption he knew she had inside her… he couldn't get enough.

Slowly, she crawled over him, lying by his side. Snuggling in his arms, she watched his ribcage until it was rising and falling with deep, even breaths.

Blurry from the aftershocks of ecstasy, he said, "I… couldn't… hold it… "

Shining with pride, she looked absolutely stunning, "That's the point, to lose yourself. Nothing matters, as long as you enjoy it."

"Enjoy… isn't it a strong enough word…"

"So, did you like it?"

Steve thought about the completely selfless act, this amazing gift she gave to him. The intimacy involved in the simple act of giving him pleasure expecting nothing in return… it made his heart swell. No words could explain what he was feeling, so he pulled her to a loving kiss.

She was overwhelmed by happiness, "I'll take that as a yes." It was a powerful feeling, to know that only she could make him feel that way, surrender to her, belong to her. Mine. Straddling him again, she started to pull off her silk nightgown.

Still trying to find a pace to slow down his heart, he realized she was bare beneath it. "Hot damn, Nat…"

No matter how many times he had seen her before, the vision of her naked body always had that effect on him. He was a super-soldier with a metabolism four times faster than normal, so his body also recovered at a quicker rate, but Natasha seemed to know the switch buttons he never knew he had. He belonged to her body and soul. She turned him on, unceremoniously, and he was more than ready, aching to be at her mercy. Forever.

Like a force of nature, unstoppable, uncontrollable, and irresistible, she took him to places he didn't know existed. Natasha kissed and loved him until she was sure he couldn't remember anyone but her.

Steve barely remembered to keep breathing.


Sometime later, they woke up tangled in each other, when his stomach growled loudly.

Laughing, she kissed him softly on the lips, "Hi." He was too drowsy, but she knew what he needed. "JARVIS, can you place an order at the concierge? Teppanyaki grill, beef for him, and assorted seafood for me, vegetables, rice."

The Tower had the complete infrastructure of a luxury hotel to attend the residential floors – it was the Stark residence in New York, after all. "Right away, ma'am. It's under the Captain's name. They will make the usual 4 servings plus one."

"Thanks, J." Then, she caressed Steve's face, "It's simple but it'll be here in no time, okay?"

He blinked slowly.

Getting up, she picked up her robe, and he watched all her movements, entranced by her beauty. She came back from the bar with a bottle and two small cups offering, "Sake?" She poured the Japanese rice wine for him, "Go ahead, bottoms up."

He obeyed, "Wow, it's good."

Leaning in, she kissed him hungrily, "It will kick start you."

"You wore me out," he blushed, raising his hands in surrender, "I'm not complaining." He definitely loved this possessive side of her, and she laughed pleased.

The food arrived and Steve ate almost instantly everything she put on the tray for him.

Her eyes sparkled with contentment, and her voice was seductive, "Do you want more?" He looked surprised, and she bursted into laughs. "Food," she said, licking her lips, "for now."

Pulling her close, he caressed her face gently, "I'll never get enough of you."

With her heart fluttering, she brought the extra servings, sitting happily by his side. Ally's last words came to her mind, 'I'm happiest when I'm being myself, and I'm myself when I'm with you.' She didn't know everything about her past, but she had never felt this happy before…

They laid in each other's arms and she asked teasingly, "So, you won't tell me what's your number?"

Blue eyes dove in green ones, and he answered, "One."

She laughed, "Okay, right."

"Nat, you're the only one I care for." And he kissed her passionately.

I love you.

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Author's Note: Steve was an advanced man in the 40s, who turned into an old-fashioned gentleman in the present days. So, how does it translate into their relationship? I hope it works!

As usual, the first and last parts are from the main chapter What's Your Number? at the fic Chris Crush. Please, read it first to get the right mood of where this scene came from, okay?

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xxoo Mari