This is the last chapter, a short conclusion to our Christmas story. Sorry for the wait!
As soon as Steve's apartment door closed behind them, Natasha grabbed the soldier's shirt and pushed him against the door, roughly capturing his lips with her own. Steve's hands ghosted under her shirt and around her waist, leaving a searing trail of heat on her skin wherever his fingertips landed. Natasha's hands roamed his broad shoulders and moved down towards his sculpted stomach, making Steve growl into her mouth as her fingernails scratched the toned musculature. She groaned in pleasure as he deepened the kiss, but reluctantly pulled away, leaving her hands on his firm chest.
Steve opened his eyes, looking at Natasha like a sad puppy. "Why'd you stop?" he whined, but failed as his voice came out husky and deep.
Natasha smirked at him and leaned forward to peck his lips again. "Wait here," she ordered, slipping out of the room and leaving the blond soldier standing there, breathless and confused.
A moment later, the spy came back out, this time holding two steaming mugs. Steve looked up, surprised, as he accepted a mug. "Nat, I don't want coffee again," he frowned.
"It's not coffee, Steve." Steve peered into his mug to find a milky brown liquid, with mini marshmallows floating on top. "It's hot chocolate."
Still Steve frowned and moved to put his mug on the coffee table, taking Natasha's as well and depositing it with his own. Then, he wrapped an arm around her waist, bringing her close to him and lifting her up so that their eyes were aligned.
Natasha yelped and desperately tried to get back down to the ground. "Steve!" she laughed, flailing her legs and punching his bicep to get him to release her. "Let me go!"
Steve grinned cheekily and pecked her cheek. "Nope." They shared a laugh as Natasha cuddled into Steve's warm embrace.
Natasha suddenly had an idea, and motioned for Steve to move. Looking up, she saw a sprig of green. "Hey, Steve," she said, pointing. "Mistletoe."
Just as she expected, Steve cupped her cheek and kissed her, his grip on her waist loosening. Natasha wriggled free of his grasp, but couldn't bring herself to let go. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck and brought his even closer, so their bodies aligned and there wasn't a single space between them.
When they finally broke apart for air, Steve smiled sweetly at Natasha, who couldn't resist but beam back at him.
"Merry Christmas, Nat," he said, stroking her hair.
"You too, Steve."
That Christmas, both of them didn't have to spend it alone.
Hope you guys liked it. Thanks so much for the support and reviews! I'm glad you guys like this story. It's been awesome to revisit this fandom after a while. There's so much encouragement and kindness here :)
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