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Trust
Natasha gasped softly when Steve's hands slowly glided up from her hips, placing open-mouthed kisses on the back of her neck. Her whole body felt like it was on fire and he had barely even touched her skin yet, making her feel desperate.
He knew exactly what she wanted him to do, that she would give some control up to get it, and Steve loved to play with that. Teasing her could be dangerous, but he knew how to play with her fire without burning himself.
"Steve," she breathed as one of his hands stopped at her waist, the other playing with the zipper of her dress; he could tell that she was biting back a plea, not wanting to give him that satisfaction.
Deciding to give her a little bit of what she wanted, he started lowering the zipper tantalisingly slow, kissing his way down her spine, always aware of the big amount of trust his lover was giving him in that very moment.