Rating: M-ish
Word Count: ~1,300
Characters: Steve/Natasha
Prompt: "staying at cabins across from each other in the mountains And person A plays music seriously all of the time and when person B looks at open window whoops A is taking a shower... Don't look don't look don't look- happens several times- little does person b know a has been showing off cuz they know B is looking!"

For: i-cannot-escape-this-fandom

A/N: I know this was probably meant to be in Steve's perspective, but I don't think I'd ever pass up the opportunity to write Seductive Natasha. She's just too fun!

the most wonderful time of the year - day thirty-eight

The first time is on accident, she swears.

Natasha doesn't think twice about the glass showers and the mostly glass walls of the mountain cabin that Sharon's parents booked for their winter vacation. Mostly because they have the place to themselves as a "Christmas present" (Natasha knows there'll still be gifts for them to open under the tree, even if the reservation still cost them a pretty penny) and she's not about to complain. They're high up enough that there's only one other cabin within sight, anyway, so it's not that big of a deal. She's not all that worried about someone peeking in.

And it's not like she has much shame around Sharon. They've known each other since birth, practically. Of course she's comfortable with the girl.

She knows that Natasha likes to blast music when she showers, so much so that Sharon doesn't even bother knocking if she has to come in because Natasha wouldn't even hear it. The girl has seen her naked dozens of times before (they used to share baths) and neither of them even blink an eye when it happens. That's the definition of friendship, honestly.

So, no, Natasha doesn't necessarily put two and two together that blasting music in the shower means possibly drawing attention to herself, especially with the glass walls and the window more than a little bit cracked to air out the steam. She and Sharon basically spent all of yesterday lounging around in the room, swapping Netflix picks and not actually paying attention to the TV because they were talking so much, and it was nice. It's always easy to forget about the rest of the world when they're together and college hasn't changed that.

She's rinsing out the shampoo from her hair when she catches something move out of the corner of her eye.

That's when she pays any real attention to the other cabin on this side of the mountain with them, and she realizes that the master bedroom is on the side of the house facing the back side of theirs. Which means that her shower is in the direct line of sight of anyone who happens to be looking out the window.

Of course.

Natasha almost laughs at the irony, reaching to close the curtain, except she sees someone step back into the bedroom and, oh. Well. He's incredibly attractive.

She hesitates, gripping the curtain. She feels a little ridiculous right now. Does she really want a stranger to catch a glimpse of her just because he looks good from an angle?

But then he turns just so to face the window – to face her – and her heart does this stupid little flutter. Okay, he's ridiculously attractive.

He's also staring right at her.

He blinks, caught off guard, and then parts his lips and takes a half-step back in surprise. She can't quite tell from this distance, but he seems a little flustered. Obviously. Any decent human being would be in this situation. But he doesn't seem completely embarrassed. He also doesn't look away.

It's ridiculous that this makes him even more attractive to her, but it does.

So she curves her lips in a bit of a smile, waves her fingers and him and then turns around without waiting for a reaction, leaving the curtains open.

... ...

She sees him in the lodge two days later. He's halfway across the room and doesn't notice her, but she knows that that's him.

Sharon notices him, too – and she notices Natasha noticing him. Of course she does, and of course she throws in a comment about how hot he is, just to get a reaction. Natasha just hums in agreement and sips on her hot chocolate, but of course Sharon isn't convinced by the nonchalance.

When they're back in their cabin and showered up from a day on the slopes, Sharon goes to grab the hairdryer from Natasha's bathroom and has this smirk on her lips when she comes back. "I was wondering why your showers seemed ridiculously long, even for you," she says, and Natasha isn't going to play pretend here, so she just grins and shrugs a shoulder and pops another chip into her mouth. Sharon laughs and shakes her head, plops onto her mattress. "I feel like I should be pissed that he's looking at all, but if you're putting on a show—"

"I'm not putting on a show—"

"—then what I should be pissed about is why nothing's happened yet! We've got five more days here. If you don't make a move, I will."

Natasha laughs because she knows the girl is just teasing. (They would never, ever take something from the other like that.) "I'm trying to be subtle and not scare the poor boy."

Sharon flashes a smile. "He's seeing you wet and naked, and your approach is subtle?"

Natasha laughs again. The girl's got a point.

... ...

She's just lathered her gauze sponge in body wash when she catches something – someone – move out of the corner of her eye. She pauses, waiting for him to draw the curtains, but he doesn't, and she feels a warmth flutter in her stomach as a smirk tugs at her lips. He can't see it, but still.

The bass of the song that's playing from her speakers thrums through the walls, raises goose bumps on her skin as she stretches her arm out and drags the sponge slowly up and down, before dipping it across her chest and soaping up her other arm. She rolls her head to the side, tips it back ever so slightly as she lathers the column of her neck and then drags it lower, slower, so much so that her own stomach flips when she brings it up to soap one of her breasts. She bites on her lower lip a little, lets herself get drawn away for a moment in the sensation before dragging it across her chest to her other breast. The noise she lets out echoes off of the walls as her eyelashes flutter open, and she turns her head just a little—

He's still watching. Her heart does another little flutter in her chest.

She holds his gaze as she drags the sponge down her body, even slower, gnawing on her lower lip. He takes a half-step forward – a small, barely there movement, but one that she still catches – and that's how she knows that he's just as into this as she is. That he probably (definitely) wants to touch her as much as she wants him to.

She dips her hand, bends her leg at the knee and angles towards him just a little more as she drags the sponge over the flat of her stomach, between her legs—

(Sharon has this satisfied little smile on her face later, when Natasha wobbles ever so slightly on her way to the couch. Natasha couldn't care less.)

... ...

"That'll be two-oh-six," the elderly lady at the lodge tells Natasha as she's ringing up her hot chocolate.

Natasha has barely reached into her pocket when someone lays a $5 on the counter and slides it over to the employee. "Make that two, please," a voice says, and somehow – somehow – Natasha already knows who this is. She turns to look over her shoulder, grinning before she can quite catch it, and the guy smiles back.

"Do you two know each other?"

"Sort of," Natasha replies. She wonders if someone can technically still be considered a stranger when he's watched you touch yourself. And you let him.

The lady gives them this little smile, like she thinks they're so cute, and turns around to get his hot chocolate ready. The guy leans an arm on the counter, expression turning a little sheepish, but it's cute. "Ma'am," he greets, and, oh dear. He's a charmer, she can tell. That's dangerous.

But so is she. "Hi," she returns, holding her hand out, and his eyelashes flutter ever so slightly before he goes to shake it. She knows he's picturing what happened earlier.

That was kind of the point.