Drabble: Steve/Natasha
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~700
Prompts: "This is why you don't ever have any shirts to wear."
For: izzycheeese and bloodredmoon87
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Steve basically lives with Natasha now, even though he still has a room in the apartment Sam shares with him and still pays half their rent, which Sam doesn't really get, but whatever. He knows the guy just doesn't want to make him pay rent for a two-bedroom apartment in New York on his own, but Steve only really sleeps in his own bed maybe once or twice a week, and more than half of his stuff is in her apartment. (Sam knows, because the guy doesn't keep his good razor by the bathroom sink anymore, and the last time Natasha had both of them and Sharon over for dinner, Sam saw the collection of novelty mugs he'd gifted to Steve in Natasha's cabinet.)
Sharon's class with the new recruits wraps up earlier than expected, and Sam thinks they can just kill time at his place since their dinner reservation is in half an hour and his building is closer to the restaurant than hers. He probably could've text Steve before they got to the apartment, but that's not something either of them really do. It's not like they have to check in with one another or something, and it's not like he would think to ask if Natasha had gotten home a day early from her assignment and decided to surprise Steve at the apartment.
Otherwise Sam would've connected the dots a lot faster.
"Did you just - "
"No," Sam answers, and really, he probably shouldn't find the situation funny even though it kind of is. "No, that noise definitely wasn't me."
"Ah," she says, and then rubs her lips together. She looks like she's trying not to laugh and that makes him chuckle, especially when there's a soft thud that comes from down the hallway a moment later. Sharon's face cracks into a smile as she brings her hand up to cover her mouth, and she looks kind of adorable when she's trying not to laugh like he knows she wants to. "Maybe it's not - "
Then there's a moan, and another thud, and a soft giggle bursts from Sharon's lips.
"Geez," Sam mutters. He really, really shouldn't want to laugh right now.
Sharon is already walking towards him and the front door again, which Sam hadn't even closed before he figured out that they weren't exactly alone. She looks a little embarrassed right now, which might seem kind of ridiculous since it's not like the two of them haven't been overhead before. and it's definitely not like they haven't all overheard Steve and Natasha at this point, but still.
Listening to them even gives Sam the urge to blush.
There's a sharp cry from down the hallway as he and Sharon are leaving, and Sam makes sure to shut the door loud enough for Steve and Natasha to hear.
"They're terrible," Sam says, and Sharon giggles as she kisses his cheek.
Sam gets a text from Steve towards the end of dinner to say that Natasha's craving crepes and he'll make some for him and Sharon, too, if they don't feel like ordering dessert. Sam knows the guy well enough to read this is as an apology and a way of saying that it's safe to come back to the apartment, and Sharon just laughs and shakes her head when Sam tells her this. They're not about to say no to anything Steve cooks, though.
Natasha's sitting on the couch in the pajama shorts she keeps in Steve's dresser and a shirt that's definitely not hers, judging by the way it's practically falling off of her shoulders. It does nothing to hide the coloring along the curve of her neck, but obviously she's comfortable enough around Sam and Sharon to not care much, and she knows they heard her and Steve earlier, anyway.
"How was your evening?" Natasha asks.
"Great," Sharon answers, shrugging out of her coat. "How was yours?"
Natasha laughs. Sharon smirks and Steve shakes his head. "Please don't answer that," Sam says. Natasha shrugs a shoulder but complies.
Sharon sits beside Natasha on the couch, kicking out of her heels, and Natasha offers the girl a sip of her wine. Steve walks in from the kitchen, a plate of crepes in each hand, and Sharon grins at him. "This is why you don't ever have any shirts to wear," Sharon says, tugging at Natasha's sleeve.
"Well, we all know how much Natasha hates to share," Sam chimes in, and they all laugh.
