He stopped when they got to the door leading to her quarters but she quirked an eyebrow, beckoning him to follow her inside.
"What's on your mind? Are you okay?" He asked, searching her features.
She nodded. "Thanks to you," she whispered. "You've always taken such good care of me since we got back. I would've been lost without you. In more ways than one."
He swallowed hard, not sure what to say.
"Tony. You sang to me?" She said.
He smiled softly. "Yeah, well. You asked me to. I was trying to make you comfortable. I would've done literally anything in that moment if it would've meant anything at all."
"It meant a lot," she told him. "And who knew you could sing? You're actually really good."
"Ha!" He said, brushing off the compliment. "I'm Tony Stark. I'm good at everything."
"I hope so," she whispered, moving closer.
He lowered his head, wrapping his arms around her when she embraced him fiercely.
"Am I still your favorite redhead?" She asked softly.
"Sweetheart. You're always my favorite redhead," he promised as he hugged her back.
She smiled, leaning her head against his chest. "Your heart's not beating fast," she murmured.
"Give it a minute or two. Keep holding on to me and see what happens," he said dryly.
"I want to hold on to you for longer than that," she whispered.
She looked up at him, pulling his hat off her head and tossing it onto the couch.
He did the same, shrugging out of his hoodie and hat and discarding them where she'd indicated before taking his glasses off and folding them on the table.
He gestured to her messy hair, reaching out and patting it down before he could talk himself out of it, letting his thumb and forefinger caress her temple as he tucked her long bangs behind her ear and she sighed softly, leaning into his touch as she shivered.
"Really?" He whispered softly, his eyes hopeful.
She nodded. "I thought you were a genius."
"I thought the…. the connection…. the attraction…"
"Tony," she breathed, closing her hand over his wrist. "You said so yourself. We're still connected, right?"
He breathed a slow sigh of relief. "Right, Natasha."
"No magic force, sinister or otherwise can ever change the way I feel about you," she said softly.
"Which is….?"
She looked up at him with wide eyes. "Why don't you kiss me and find out?"
He lowered his hand to her jaw, tilting her face towards him as he leaned closer, closing his lips over hers.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, eagerly kissing him back and sighing into him.
He rested his hands on her waist, moving his mouth over hers until she parted her lips, letting his tongue press against hers.
She slid her hands from his shoulders down to his chest, clutching at the front of his shirt as they continued their heated kissing. "Your heart's beating fast," she whispered against his mouth.
"A perfectly normal, healthy reaction, I can assure you," he insisted, reaching for her again.
She smiled as he kissed her neck. "I have a confession to make."
"Hmmmm?" He asked, pressing his lips to her jugular.
"I didn't just want to get you alone so we could talk," she whispered with her mouth pressed against his ear.
"Oh? Did you want to pick up where we left off?" He murmured, slowly backing her into the room.
She nodded. "Too much?"
"No." He shook his head, pressing a soft kiss into her hairline. "Just enough."
"Okay," she whispered. She tugged lightly on the hem of his shirt. "Then I think this was off."
He smiled, pulling his shirt off and tossing it on the couch with their disguises. "If we're really getting technical here, I think you were on top of me," he said, his voice a little husky.
She grinned, slowly sinking into the bed with him. "I think you're right," she said, moving her leg over his hips to straddle him.
"Probably were about to do something really naughty to me," he said, eyes twinkling mischievously as he folded his arms behind his head.
"Probably," she replied, lowering her head to kiss him again.
He pulled his arms out from behind his head, leaning against the pillows and wrapping his arms around her instead, holding her close while they kissed.
She closed her eyes, making soft sounds as they kissed and lowering her hands to his bare sides.
He slowly moved his hands under her shirt, feeling her stomach and lightly tracing the curve of her ribs. "You're so soft," he murmured, lowering his head and going for her neck again.
"Mmmmmm," she murmured as he nibbled his way down her throat. "Tony, your heart is beating much faster…." She said, a hint of concern in her voice as she smoothed her hands over his chest.
"I told you, it's a perfectly normal reaction. Nothing to be worried about," he promised, running a hand through her hair and gazing into her face to reassure her. "Okay?"
She nodded, ducking her head into his neck. "Okay."
He gently rubbed his hands over her back underneath her shirt. "Any other reaction you might feel is perfectly normal too," he said, kissing her face until she pressed her lips to his again.
She laughed, burying her face in his chest and kissing lightly over his scar tissue.
He tugged gently at the bottom of her shirt, slowly sliding it off and letting his hands trail down her arms before gripping her waist again.
Her hair spilled over in a red curtain around his body as she continued to kiss all over his chest and he closed his eyes, reveling in the feel of having her everywhere at once and slowly guiding her hips with his hands as she spread her legs wider around him, her knees clutching his sides.
She darted her tongue out, tasting his skin as she kissed down his ribs, sucking in a breath as he moved his hips to grind up into her.
Her hands were driving him crazy, fingers slowly sliding in and out of his belt loops and he moved one hand to pop open the button at the front of her jeans, tugging the zipper down and deliberately moving his hand between her legs as he loosened her clothing.
"Tony," she breathed.
"C'mere, sweetheart," he murmured, sitting up and placing her weight in his left arm, palm cradling her back. "Can I take this off?" he asked, his right hand fumbling at the clasp of her bra.
She nodded wordlessly and he undid the hooks, sliding his fingers under the straps and kissing along her bare shoulder as he tugged them down and pulled her bra off.
"God, your breasts are even more gorgeous than I imagined," he murmured, gently rolling her over until she was laying on her back and he was leaning over her.
"You imagined my breasts?" She asked, trailing her fingers over his face.
"Hell yeah," he said. "In those first months after we met it was practically all I pictured whenever I-"
"Tony!" She pushed a hand over his mouth. "You really don't embarrass easily, do you?"
"Nope," he said with a grin, kissing her palm. He leaned down to kiss her, hands slowly moving up her body until he was gently caressing her breasts and she sighed as her nipples hardened beneath his fingers.
"There, now your heart's beating fast too," he said, kissing along her jaw and up and down her neck while his hands went to work.
She moaned softly, eyes closed, one hand reaching out to tangle in his hair and he lowered his face, trailing kisses down her collar bone and across her chest as he felt the pressure of her hand on his head increase until he was kissing in between her breasts.
He closed his lips over her nipple, sucking softly and teasing her other nipple with his thumb until he switched, then moving his mouth slowly down her sternum. "You have no idea how much I want you," he whispered over her skin, his fingers lightly skimming down her sides. "How much I've always, always wanted you."
"You can have me," she murmured, eyes still closed as she arched into him.
"Okay," he said quietly, moving both hands over her breasts while he kissed down her ribs, then slid his hands down her stomach.
Her breathing was audible as his lips trailed everywhere his hands touched, kissing her stomach. Her muscles tightened as he kissed her and he moved his hands lower, feeling a quiver in her belly that made him weak.
He gripped her waist, raising his eyes to look up at her face, but her eyes were still closed. He slowly continued to move his mouth lower until he was kissing over her panties.
She moaned as he moved his lower lip deliberately and he inhaled deeply. "Just for the record, you smell absolutely intoxicating," he said, pressing his nose against her center.
He kept kissing her through her panties, his fingers tracing over her hipbones. He could tell she was wet and he caressed his thumb over her pubic bone while he pressed his mouth into her.
She made no move to stop him, her fingers tugging lightly at his hair , eyes still closed as she arched her back, so he tugged her underwear down, moving them out of the way before he kissed her again.
She spread her legs for him, nearly panting as he slid his tongue back and forth a couple of times. "Oh, Tony, that feels good," she moaned.
"Good," he murmured, caressing the insides of her thighs as he ducked his head lower. "Then you just relax and enjoy it, baby."
He licked her slowly, using the soft sounds she was making and the pressure of her fingers in his hair to guide his pace as he went down on her.
It only took a couple more times before she was nearly whimpering, one hand fisting in his hair while the other one tightly gripped the sheets and then he felt the muscles in her thighs tighten and a fresh gush of wetness on his tongue and then she was moving her hips against his face and crying out as she came.
"Oh, baby," he murmured, leaning over her and holding her close. "I told you I was good at everything."
"I'm pretty good at some things too," she said in a low voice, reaching a hand down to undo his pants.
"Hold on," he said, catching her wrist in his hand. "I want to touch you."
She looked up at him, eyes wide as he slid a hand between her legs.
"There's nothing to stop me from touching you now," he said softly with his mouth pressed into her hair. "And you're certainly wet enough," he added, pushing a couple of fingers into her.
She moaned deeply. "There's nothing to stop me from touching you, either," she said, reaching into his boxers.
He groaned loudly as she stroked him while he fingered her.
She kissed his neck, her teeth scraping against his flesh. "I want this," she moaned and he could feel his cock twitch in her hand.
Her muscles responded to his reaction and he could swear definitively that having her touch him while he touched her was the hottest thing he could imagine.
Until she flipped him onto his back and pinned him to the mattress with her thighs, holding his wrists above his head in her hands as she stretched over him.
"That's not how I wanted to make you orgasm," she said, tracing the outer shell of his ear with her tongue seductively.
"Nat," he moaned as she licked a trail down his neck, tracing his pecs with her tongue and nipping at his ribs.
He nearly whimpered when she bent down to kiss his stomach, her breasts lightly brushing against his hardened length too precisely to be anything other than deliberate.
"That's so not fair," he whined.
She grinned wickedly, gripping the base of his cock with her hand and swirling her tongue around his tip a few times before licking his length.
"Shit," he moaned, closing his eyes and leaning his head against the pillows.
She took him into her mouth, her lips pulling back and forth as she went up and down his length. She moved her hand over his balls, squeezing lightly and he had to bite his lip when he felt the back of her throat.
"Baby, that's so good," he moaned. He opened his eyes to watch her, reached a hand down to smooth her hair back away from her face while she sucked his cock.
Her eyes were closed, her hand was back around him and she looked like she was enjoying it just as much as he was.
The thought nearly made him lose track of himself, but he moved his hand from her hair to gently tap her chin.
"Nat, baby, I'm gonna come," he warned her.
She gave no indication of stopping, eyes still closed, humming softly and he could feel the vibrations from her throat.
He gripped the edge of the mattress, his hips jerking forward as he lost control, spilling into her with a loud grunt.
She swallowed him down and he fought to catch his breath, panting a little wildly while he waited for his heartrate to return to normal.
She ducked her head into his hip when she released him, and he reached down to tilt her head back to look at him.
"Come here," he said softly, urging her into his arms.
She embraced him tightly, letting him wrap her up in his chest.
"I think I'm in love with you," he murmured against her hair.
She raised her head, gazing at him as if trying to figure out if he was serious, but he couldn't tell what she wanted the answer to be.
"Stay put," she said finally.
"Okay," he said, a little confused.
"I mean don't go anywhere," she clarified, leaning her face back into his chest.
"I wouldn't dream of it."
"Really? You'll stay the night?" She asked.
"Darling, I'll stay as long as you let me stay," he promised, settling back into the mattress and pulling the covers over her.
She seemed satisfied with that answer, relaxing into him.
"I hope this means you'll go out with me again," he said, idly brushing his fingers through her hair.
"I'll go out with you again," she replied, turning her face to look at him.
"Yeah?" He asked, a soft smile spreading across his cheeks.
"There's the rosy cheeks," she said idly, tracing her fingers over the lines of his slightly flushed face.
"Yeah," she finally answered, grinning back. "I hear Venice is absolutely lovely this time of year."
He laughed. "I'll take you to Venice," he said, gently rubbing her back. "I'll take you anywhere you want to go," he promised.