Here's a short sequel to "Do you have a girlfriend?" since you guys seemed to enjoy it and I had fun writing it.

She got to talk to Pepper right after she was done talking to the mayor. "Do you mind if I took off?"

"You wanna already leave? Let me say good bye to Steve and then we can go." Pepper naturally offered. She was such a good friend because Natasha could see that Pepper wanted to stay longer.

"You can stay, Pep! You don't have to come with me."

Pepper crossed her arms. "Of course I'm coming with you. I'm your ride and I don't want you to waste money on a cab!"

Natasha had to smile. Pepper knew that she was saving every penny for her dancing school and didn't want her to spend money. She searched briefly for her date and he was talking to his friend who looked very pleased. He was probably congratulating Steve that he asked her out.

"That's sweet but I kinda have a date." She admitted and Pepper now had a similiar look on her face like Steve's buddy.

"You kinda have a date?" She smirked. "With whom?"

Natasha rolled her eyes. "With the artist himself if you must know."

"So you're getting a private display?"

"We'll see." She laughed and gave Pepper a kiss on the cheek.

Steve was already waiting for her at the front door and smiled brightly at her when she came to him. "So what do you wanna do?"

"I don't really know my way around Manhattan. I'm a Brooklyn guy through and through."

She didn't think that any restaurants had open tables on a saturday night and she decided to do something she never did with stranger before. "If you want, we can go to my place. Cook something." She rather go to her place than his, it made her feel safer.

"I'd love too." He smiled and hailed a cab that brought them back to Brooklyn. They walked to the supermarket they met in two weeks ago and Natasha almost suspected Lila to be there but it was already to later for her to be outside. They got everything for pasta alfredo with chicken and Steve insisted to pay.

She suddenly feared that a rich guy like Steve would find her small apartment shabby or something. Not that she was ashamed of it, she loved her two bedroom place but Steve probably had a penthouse or something.

"It's not the Ritz." She warned him before she unlocked the door and they stepped inside.

Steve looked around. "You have a beautiful home, Natasha."

She believed him. She didn't really know him but something told her that he was always honest. "Thank you."

He walked over to the wall where her couch was and where she had framed pictures of her performances when she was a dancer. "Wow, so you're really a ballerina?"

She laughed. "You thought Lila was just trying to sell me to you? I was one. I retired last year and I'm opening my own dance school next month."

"That's really impressive!" He kept looking at her photos. "Where is your school gonna be?"

"Two blocks from here. You knew Jerry's gym?" Steve nodded. "He retired and sold it to me."

She walked over to take the shopping bag with the groceries out of his hands. He was looking at the photo of her and Lila where she gave her ballet lessons. "So does your niece ask a lot of men for you out?"

She knew that her cheeks were turning pink. "God, I hope not. I think you were the first."

Steve gave her a warm smile. "Well, I'm glad she came up to me."

And just like that she felt less embarrassed and silently thanked Lila. The girl had a good taste in men, it seemed.

Steve followed her into her kitchenette and they started to cook. They both kinda looked ridiculous her in her dress and he his suit in her small kitchen but Steve didn't seem to mind and let her put an apron on him. And maybe her hands lingered longer than necessary when she tied the knot of the apron. They talked about everything and anything while they made pasta alfredo. He was an only child and lost his parents like her. He joined the army after high school with his friend Bucky and got out after two tours and went to art school. He seemed impressed that she was originally from Russia and came alone to America.

"Wow, someone should make a movie about your story, Natasha!"

"Ha, please don't. Lila thought for some time that I was related to Anastasia after she saw the movie." She laughed and opened the wine bottle.

He took the wine glass she handed him and she swore she felt a spark when their fingers touched and she didn't seem to be the only one affected, judging the way Steve's breath hitched.

He helped her set the coffee table (her apartment was too small for a dinning table) and they sat down on her couch. She took the first bite and they had made a really good dish together.

"Mhm, it's good." Steve moaned between bites and that moan affected her more than it should. Look, she was already attracted to him, he didn't need to make sounds that reminded her of something completely different than food. God, had it really been that long since she got laid?

"Yes, it is." She agreed and did a little moan of her own to see his reaction. He gulped lightly and she was pleased that she wasn't the only one not thinking entirely about food.

"Pepper said you travelled the world?"

"Yeah, I did. I just needed to get out and clear my mind. I got a lot of inspiration for my work."

He told her a funny story that happened to him in Japan and she realized that she was really into him. He was kind, charming, funny and seemed to be really interested in the things she said. Well, and he was fucking handsome like some Greek god. He was almost too good to be true. He had to have a flaw.

"Do you have a wife, three kids and a golden retriever in Idaho?" She suddenly blurted out. How could a guy like that be single?

"What?" He choked on his wine and she automatically patted his back. "No! I don't! What makes you think that?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "I just don't get how a guy as great as you is single. Are you a serial killer?" Well, he probably wouldn't answer that if he was.

Steve now seemed amused. "No, I'm not. And what about you? How is a woman as beautiful and charming as you single? Do you have a wife, three kids and a golden retriever in Idaho?"

She laughed. "No, I don't. I don't know. I guess the guys I dated weren't that into me."

"Then they're idiots!" Steve said and suddenly the atmosphere changed. Really, the apartment could catch fire in that moment, she wouldn't notice.

"They are?" She asked quietly.

Steve nodded and didn't break eye contact. She leaned foward until his face was only a few inches away. "What about you? Why are you single?"

"Haven't found the right partner yet." He rasped out and his gaze fell to her lips.

She pressed her lips against his but he didn't kiss her. Oh God, had she read this completely wrong? "I'm sorry!"

She wanted to pull away but Steve's hand suddenly cupped her cheek. "Don't be. My brain needed a moment to process it. I can't believe you want to kiss me!"

He seemed genuinely surprised. What kind of women had he dated in the past? She closed her eyes. "Kiss me, Rogers!"

He chuckled. "Yes, ma'am." And then they finally kissed proberly and she wasn't one who used clichés but it really felt like fireworks went off. She sucked his lower lip into her mouth and he pulled her closer to him and she ended up in his lap. One hand was on her back to press her against him and his other played with the hem of her dress. She grabbed the collar of his dress shirt and was insanely happy when he licked over the seam of her lips and he used her soft moan to slip his tongue into her mouth.

Steve was an amazing kisser, she wanted to kiss him all night.

His hand slid under her dress to caress her thigh and his calloused fingertips felt so good on her skin. She wanted him to touch more of her but Steve suddenly stopped and removed his hand from her thigh.

What, why?

"Sorry." He whispered against her lips. "I got carried away."

He took his hand and slid it back under her dress. "Keep going."

"Are you sure? We should probably stop. I don't want you to think you have to..." He blushed but kept his hand on her leg.

There was no doubt in her mind that the night would end in her bedroom if they kept making out. "Are you still going be here tomorrow morning?"

"Of course!" He almost seemed offended that she could think he would sneak out after they slept together.

"Good." She whispered and slanted her lips over his while starting to unbotton his shirt.

He softly grabbed her hands. "I don't want this to be an one time thing."

She smiled and pecked his lips. "Me neither."