DISCLAIMER: ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE.
The rating of this story has CHANGED from T to M now, due to sexual content. Please bare this warning in mind if you decide to continue reading.
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Steve was noticeably distracted the next morning as he jogged alongside Sam, with the buildings and scenery blurring around him. When he used to run, he'd notice the little details like the seasonal colour of the leaves, or the pattern of the clouds in the sky above him if it was a particularly nice day. Right now, though, his head wasn't filled with those sort of thoughts.
No. Instead, as he ran and felt the muscles of his legs warming up, Steve's head was in a completely different place. Lace, flawless skin, the whimper and moans that had escaped Natasha's lips as she writhed beside him. How her skin had felt under his touch, so soft and perfect. At how her lips had moved against his with such hunger, such desire, and how her mouth parted as he explored her body.
Safe to say, Steve Rogers was most definitely, one hundred per cent distracted.
Picking up on this, his friend said, "Hey, man, you still with me?"
Snapping back from his busy thoughts, Steve answered, "Yeah, sorry." As he'd looked across at the rising sun, the glowing orange of the sky had made him instantly think of Natasha's vibrant hair, and how well it had gone with her navy dress last night. The dress which had slipped from her body and revealed that powerful, slender body beneath, those rounded breasts and well-shaped thighs. As soon as his mind had started to go down that road, he hadn't been able to get himself out.
He was thankful that Sam did not possess the ability to read his mind, as the Falcon would most definitely be stunned. Steve was stunned, in all fairness, but that didn't mean he wanted to stop thinking about those things. But, he had to, otherwise he'd find himself in a very uncomfortable, awkward position soon, with a lot of explaining to do.
They continued in comfortable silence, running alongside the river. With Steve's hood up, his face was concealed from passersby. Once they rounded a corner and headed into an empty street he said, "I want to start looking for Bucky again."
If Sam was surprised by this announcement, he didn't show it. "Alright," He agreed. "Any idea where we should start?" Neither of them were foolish to believe that this was going to be easy. Locating the Winter Soldier was going to be like searching for a needle in a large haystack. Time-consuming and tedious.
"No clue," Steve admitted. His head hadn't exactly been on planning the search for his lost friend. He'd been pleasantly distracted as of lately, but he wasn't about to tell Sam about that. "Perhaps, Jarvis could help us?"
Sam hummed thoughtfully. He was starting to break out in a light sweat on his forehead. "Tony would only ask questions." He pointed out. Although Stark had, by some miracle, kept his nose out of the Winter Soldier business, Steve knew that Tony would be curious. "Steve, if he's gone off the radar, we can only wait until he shows up again."
Despite how much it hurt to realise, Steve knew that. Still, he couldn't forget how Bucky had pulled him from that water, saving him from the certain fate of drowning. Unable to answer, Steve remained silent as the Stark Tower rose up in the distance.
He and Sam headed to their individual floors, needing a shower and a change of clothes. As he stepped out of his shower and wrapped a towel around his waist, Steve couldn't resist asking, "Jarvis, is Natasha home?"
"Miss Romanoff left an hour ago." The computer system replied. "She and Miss Potts have gone shopping, and gave no indication of how long they would be."
"Thank you, Jarvis." Steve said, grabbing a smaller towel to rub his hair dry. He hadn't seen Natasha yet this morning, not since she'd left his floor last night, and he felt a strange sense of already missing her. How was it possible to miss someone when they literally lived in the same building as you? Still, he felt it, and he couldn't argue with it, nor did he have any idea of how to stop it.
"Mr Rogers," Jarvis spoke again a few minutes later, as Steve slipped on a pair of jeans. "Mr Stark would like to see you in his office."
Tony's office wasn't your typical office, with a wooden desk and endless books. Instead, the whole floor was practically like a playground for the billionaire, filled to the brim with various computers and technology that Steve didn't even bother to try to guess what their uses were. Tony was spinning in his chair, bouncing from one metal desktop to the other, and he looked up as Steve entered.
"Ah, there you are. I've made some improvements to your suit." Tony explained, and sure enough, laid out on the desk in front of him was a suit that was almost identical to Captain America's one. "Everyone deserves an upgrade every now and then. Consider it an early Christmas present."
Steve approached the desk, taking in the differences between this suit and his old one. "You didn't have to, Tony." He already felt guilty enough that the man had given him a place to live. A new suit definitely was not cheap, even when you had mountains of money like Tony Stark.
Tony shrugged. "I did, actually. All these new ideas came to me, and I couldn't just sit on them. I consider it just another stroke of pure genius, and you're more than welcome to think of it that way too." He rose to his feet. "I did take inspiration from your STRIKE suit, so it's almost identical to that. However, on the gloves you'll find electromagnetic panels, which will make it considerably easier for you to grab hold of your shield. And, check it,"
Tony pressed a button on his own wrist, summoning a repulsor blaster from thin air, and shot at the suit. It didn't so much as singe the fabric.
Steve had to admit, it was a pretty cool suit, and after Tony had finished labelling off the different features he had added, Steve headed into a small room at the far end of the office to try it on. It fit like a glove, and when he walked out, Tony seemed quite satisfied indeed.
But, it wasn't the billionaire who spoke. An all too familiar voice came from the doorway, "Looking good, Captain."
He turned, eyes instantly landing on Natasha as she stood with her arms folded over her chest and that devilish grin playing on the corner of her lips as she regarded him slowly. Her eyes shamelessly raked up and down his form, taking in just how well-fitted this new suit was.
"Give us a spin?" She requested playfully.
Steve did his best to conceal the surprise on his face at her boldness in front of Tony, but he did as she asked, turning around slowly.
A purr sounded from her, which Steve's super-serum hearing allowed him to pick up on even though she was on the other side of the room. He was relieved to know that Tony wouldn't have been able to hear it.
"America's ass indeed," Natasha commented, her appreciative gaze giving him one last slow look up and down before she turned to Tony. "Do I get a new suit too?" She asked with a flutter of her eyelids.
Tony smirked. "If you convinced Pepper into purchasing particular products from Victoria Secret, I'll give you the best suit in the entire team."
Natasha returned his grin, a gleam in her eyes. "Oh, believe me, you're not ready to see what I got her to buy."
Confused, Steve had no idea what they were talking about, so he headed back to get changed. Reappearing again back in his jeans and shirt, he placed the suit carefully onto the desk once again. He really did appreciate Tony's hard work at ensuring that Steve kept up to date with the latest equipment and technology.
"Thank you, Tony." He said.
"I have no idea when you're going to actually need it next, but I'll have it sent up to your floor once it's completely finished." Tony told him, stretching his arms over his head. "Alright, it's hard work being so clever, so I'm going to head upstairs. Anyone up for a round of darts?"
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Natasha and Steve didn't get a single moment alone all day, and by the time the evening was drawing to an end, Natasha felt driven to the point of insanity. But, just as she headed for the elevator, it pinged open, and before Jarvis could even announce her visitor, Steve's lips crashed against hers.
She squealed as his hands grabbed the back of her thighs and lifted her up, and her legs automatically wrapped around his waist. She practically devoured his mouth there and then, releasing all the pent up desire that she had been suffering from all day.
"Where have you been hiding?" She managed to get out around his lips, as she felt her back meet the wall.
"I haven't been hiding." Steve defended himself, but his mouth did not leave hers, and soon enough, his tongue had found its way inside. Natasha moaned deeply in satisfaction, her fingers pulling at his hair slightly. "Apologies that I can't just walk up to you and kiss you whenever I want. Which, by the way, is all the time."
Did he have any idea what kind of effect he had on her when he spoke like this? "Hmm, you're forgiven." She told him, as his mouth sucked at her neck.
They stayed there for however many minutes passed, both far too lost in each other to care that neither of them had eaten yet. Pepper had come round, and had offered to cook them all a large meal, but Natasha hadn't felt like spending another hour trying to ignore just how badly she wanted Steve.
It wasn't until her stomach growled that Steve paused. Damn him and his super-hearing, she thought begrudgingly, knowing that he had heard her. Slowly, he lowered her to the floor and said, "Want me to cook us something?"
"Honestly? What I want is for you to continue doing what you were just up to." She told him with a small huff, but he chuckled and she gave in. "Alright, I'm not sure what's in my fridge, though."
"I'm sure I'll find something." Steve said, kissing her forehead before heading for the kitchen. The gesture alone was enough to make the butterflies in Natasha's stomach stir widely, and she followed him, hopping up onto the counter as he searched through the fridge.
He pulled out several different things, a thoughtful look on his face, and the crease in his forehead was simply adorable. Natasha was quite content watching him as he moved around her kitchen, grabbing the various pans he needed. Steve started dicing up some onion and glanced over at her, smiling. "See something interesting, Nat?" He teased.
Her eyes hungrily watched the muscles in his back move as he chopped. "Definitely," She said. "I didn't know you could cook."
"Don't expect anything special," Steve warned her. "My mother taught me how to cook when I was a little boy, and I can remember the basics. I won't give you food poisoning, and I can make a decent spaghetti, but it's not exactly going to be five star."
She smiled at the mental picture of a smaller, younger Steve learning in the kitchen with his mother patiently instructing him through every step. She imagined the little boy watching everything intently, listening to every word his mother said, and then trying his hardest to replicate what he had just been shown. It warmed her, and she asked, "What was she like? Your mother."
The knife paused in his hand, but the corner of his mouth lifted as he replied, "She was the kindest woman in the entire world. Beautiful, inside and out. Even when the world tried to keep me down, she believed in me. It didn't stop her from cuffing me round the ear whenever Bucky and I got in trouble but..." His voice faltered slightly, but he continued, "She really was the best."
"She'd be so proud of you, Steve." Natasha told him gently.
He smiled, but joked, "Well, that depends on if I butcher her recipe or not."
"Can I do anything?" She asked, feeling slightly restless. If she continued to sit there and watch him, she'd pounce, and they'd never eat.
"Depends, can you?" It was no secret between them that Natasha never cooked, and had never really taken much bother in learning. But, as he smirked playfully at her, Natasha gave him a dignified look, rising her chin.
"Very funny, Rogers." She said, hopping down and grabbing the currently uncooked pasta. This would be in her comfort zone. She doubted there were many ways in which she'd be able to get this wrong.
As they prepared the meal together, both of them couldn't help think about how nice it felt. It was normal, perhaps the first normal thing they had ever done together, seeing as there was no mission, no approaching threat, no agents swarming around them. It was just the two of them, cooking like any normal couple would.
As Natasha stirred the softening pasta in the boiling water, she felt a strong pair of arms wrap around her waist. She was pulled back slightly into Steve's strong chest, and his nose nuzzled into her cheek, breathing in deeply.
"All I've been able to think about all day, has been you." He admitted softly, brushing her hair over her shoulder so his lips could reach her neck. Smiling at his boldness, Natasha leaned her head to one side to give him a better angle.
"About last night?" She asked, slightly breathless, as he sucked on the particular spot under her ear that sent shivers down her spine, right to her toes, making them curl in her socks. She hadn't even had the time to slip some trainers on before he had shown up at her floor - not, however, that she was complaining about that minor detail.
He hummed, the sound vibrating against her. "Yes, but not just about last night. Just you, in general." His words made her stomach flutter with a thousand butterflies, and she felt her cheeks grow slightly warmer. "Whenever I had a moment to myself, my mind went back to you. Your laugh, your smile. I almost ran into a lamppost on my run this morning."
That image made her laugh, and she felt Steve chuckle. "I did enjoy seeing you in your new suit." She admitted, the spoon in her hand absentmindedly stirring, even though the pasta definitely was not in the forefront of her mind right now. Feeling mischievous, she pressed her hips further back towards him, and he hissed under his breath. "I haven't quite worked out how I'll ever be able to concentrate on a mission ever again, but I'll figure it out."
"Oh, really?" He asked, hands squeezing her waist. "I had no idea I was such a distraction for you."
She turned her head to the side to look at him. "You have no idea."
He kissed her, and she deepened the kiss almost instantly, but the timer on the cooker went off, reminding them that they should focus. She didn't miss Steve's sigh of disappointment as he pulled away from her, and she winked at him. Later, loverboy, she silently promised him, and herself.
Once again, they settled themselves down on Steve's couch with their food and a couple of glasses of wine. Natasha sat with her back against the arm of the couch, her toes against the side of his thigh.
"Steve, this is amazing." She commented when she'd had a few mouthfuls of the spaghetti. Her taste buds had certainly been treated tonight. "Thank you,"
He smiled at her, and she could tell he was relieved that he had done right by his mother's recipe. "You're always welcome, Nat." His eyes flickered down to her lips, and he snickered.
Confused, she demanded, "What?"
"I just never took you for being a messy eater." Steve said, placing his already finished plate down on the glass table in front of them. Even though he'd had double the amount, it seemed that he had been quite hungry indeed, finishing his portion in the blink of an eye. Natasha always found herself slightly envious of his extremely high metabolism.
But, as his amused gaze remained on her face, her brow furrowed. "What are you talking about?" Natasha huffed. She'd done the traditional twist-pasta-around-fork technique, and she couldn't see any spillages on the couch around her. She'd been careful to avoid that.
He chuckled, but he leaned over and kissed the corner of his mouth, successfully removing the splash of pasta sauce from her face. "There, perfect again."
Catching on to what he had just done, Natasha blushed slightly. "Such a gentleman," She commented, those butterflies inside her going into a frenzy. She finished her food and said, "Well, that was the best meal I've had in a long time."
"I'm glad to hear it." He said. "Does this mean you'll let me cook for you again?"
"Most definitely," She agreed, and he took her plate from her and disappeared back to the kitchen to clean up. She followed him. "No, no, you cooked. I'll wash up."
Looking ready to protest, Steve opened his mouth, but Natasha silenced him with a kiss. Whilst her mouth distracted him, she turned them slowly so she now stood in front of the sink. Biting his lower lip slightly and hearing his moan, she reluctantly pulled away and turned her attention to the plates.
Whilst she scrubbed, she was well aware of Steve hovering nearby, ready to dry up. So, she struck the water with her hand, successfully covering him bubbles and scented water.
He gasped in surprise. "Natasha Romanoff, did you just splash me?"
She bit her lower lip to try to hide her smirk. "Gosh, you should add observant into Captain America's lists of talents."
Eyes gleaming, Steve's response was to cup her face and kiss her with fervour. She didn't mind when his slightly dampened clothes pressed against hers. Nothing else mattered other than the feeling of his body pressing into her, holding her between him and the counter.
It didn't take long before hands were roaming. His found their way under her shirt, stroking over the bare skin of her stomach, causing her back to arch and her hips to thrust against his in the most delicious of waters. Her own fingers toyed with the collar of his shirt, itching to unbutton it. Or, as their kiss got more heated, she debated whether she should just tear the material straight off his body.
"Nat," He breathed out when they took a moment to catch their breath. His forehead rested against the column of her neck, his words tickling her slightly. "I...I know we said we'd take things slowly, but I...God, I want you so bad, Nat."
Her fingers lifted his chin up, and she practically melted there and then when she saw how dark his eyes had gone. But, lurking in those depths, was a hint of a man who was battling with himself. Over the gentleman he was trying to be, and the desire that pooled inside him. "I'm yours," She whispered.
Her words sank in, and she felt his body tremble against hers before his lips were back against hers, hungry and unyielding. She responded with equal need, desperate to feel his hands anywhere, everywhere. God, she had never even imagined that it was possible to crave someone this much, and they hadn't even started yet!
Forgetting about the drying plates completely, Steve's hands returned to the back of her thighs and lifted her up once again. He carried them to her bedroom, completely lost in the woman in his arms. Gently, he eased her down onto the bed and crawled over her body, his lips never once leaving hers.
Natasha's nimble fingers worked furiously on his buttons, having decided that ripping his shirt could wait for another day. However, as she was so impatient, it seemed his shirt held the world record for the most amount of buttons possible. Once the last button was undone, she pushed the material off his shoulder. It fell to the bed beside them, and she tossed it over the edge.
As her hands roamed over his chest and back, she allowed her nails to dig in slightly. Steve's answering hiss of pleasure was enough confirmation that he was enjoying it, and she made a mental note of this. She was excited to learn everything that he liked, everything that drove him crazy.
Steve's lips were against her neck as his hands found their way to the hem of her shirt. She helped him get it off her, leaving her new teal bra on display to his hungry eyes. Pepper wasn't the only one who had made several purchases in Victoria Secret, and Natasha had only one person in mind when she had picked out several lacy items.
The second Steve's lips were on the top curves of her breasts, Natasha felt goosebumps form across her skin. But, Steve made no rush to remove her bra just yet. Instead, his mouth continued to map across her chest, sucking every now and then, leaving small purple marks which would fade by the morning. A primal wanting to leave a more permanent mark on her roared in his mind, but he somehow managed to ignore it.
His heart was hamouring in his chest as his hands moved around her back to unclasp the bra. He eased the straps down her arms and dropped the piece of underwear onto the ground. He had wanted to chuck it, but it was far too pretty. Once her breasts were freed, his lips found her nipple, sucking it and tracing over it with his tongue. His action glowed with confidence, and that in itself was a massive turn on for her.
"Steve, oh my-" She gasped out, her back arching under his assault. This had never felt so good before with anyone else. No other man had worshipped her body as Steve was, taking his time to admire each inch of skin, cherishing her.
He moaned as her chest lifted into his mouth. Clearly, he was enjoying it just as much, and his trousers were certainly getting more and more unbearably tight with each second that passed. But, he wasn't going to rush this.
But, as his mouth started to traillower, passing over her belly-button without stopping, Natasha pressed a hand to his forehead and lifted his chin. "A-are you sure, Steve?" She managed to gasp out, pleasure and need surging through her, but she had to check.
Touched by her concern, Steve gave her a smile that left her completely powerless against him. "I want to." He reassured her. He wanted to make her feel good in every possible way. "I want to do this, for you."
As his fingers reached for the zip of her jeans, Natasha's head fell back onto the pillows. Triumphant, Steve eased her jeans from her body, finding matching teal panties waiting for him. Finally understanding what kind of shop Victoria Secret was, Steve found himself thanking whatever mastermind had been behind the design of these sets of underwear.
His lips kissed the inside of her thighs, hands lifting one and then the other slightly, and he nipped at the skin just next to the trim of her panties. Natasha moaned out in whamtom desire.
Steve had to admit, he was flying blind hear, going off of what he had heard throughout his years. He was completely out of his depth right now, but every moan and whimper that Natasha made was all the encouragement he needed. Soon enough, he had removed her panties from her body and his mouth was against her.
Natasha's eyes flew open as his tongue slid over her wet folds. Her back arched once again, and when she looked down and watched, she almost came right there. Her hands fisted in the thin sheets beneath her as she tried to steady herself, teether herself to anything that would prevent this moment being over before it had even started.
Finally, he dove in, his tongue exploring her. A strong flush of male pride filled him when Natasha's loud moan sounded, practically vibrating the entire room. In that moment, Steve couldn't care less about how loud they were being. He wanted the entire world to hear them, to know that she was his, that it was him who was bringing her such pleasure.
He took his time, having every intention of making this night last forever. He went off instinct, switching from lapping to sucking, going off the noises that were coming from Natasha. Steve's hands went underneath her round ass, lifting her even closer to his face, enabling him to go deeper, to feel even more of her against his tongue.
He practically devoured her, and Natasha was rendered into a mess of writhing and moaning. Every sound she made was like a fire burning through his veins. Natasha's hand found its way to his hair, gripping onto the locks tightly, keeping him exactly where he was. Steve, who had no intention of moving, enjoyed how tight she was holding onto him, as if she was scared that if she let go, she would float away.
As her hips lifted again and his nose brushed against that sensitive nub, Natasha's grip in his hair tightened even more. "Steve-" She gasped out, and he got the message loud and clear.
Pushing two fingers inside her wetness, Steve engulfed that bud in his mouth and sucked. Seconds later, Natasha was practically screaming out his name as her orgasm raked her entire body. Steve lapped at her juices as he felt her body tremble with each wave that washed over her. He didn't stop until her body stilled, and she moaned about being too sensitive right now.
He kissed his way up her body, through the gap between her breasts and up his neck. He paid close attention to her pulsepoint for a few seconds, and then kissed her mouth. "That was incredible, Nat."
Her head was thrown back, eyes closed, but she blinked up at him in surprise. "Y-you mean that?"
"Yes, why wouldn't I?" He could just as happily go back down and do that again. He loved nothing more than bringing her pleasure, feeling her come apart under his lips, hearing his name coming from her in such a way. His lips still tingled from the sensations caused by what he had just done.
She was taken aback, and made no attempt to hide that shock. "It's just...men don't usually actually like doing that, and-"
He kissed her, effectively silencing her. "Well, I guess I'm not like other men." There was not a hint of smugness in his tone, or arrogance. He was just simply stating a fact.
"No, you most definitely are not." She purred, stroking his cheek affectionately. She pulled his mouth back to hers, and he gladly gave in to her. After a few heated kisses, Natasha commented, "Hmm, you're wearing far too many clothes."
"Better amend that then," He said, and leaned away from her reluctantly. He stood at the end of the bed, but Natasha crawled up onto her knees and swatted his hands away. He couldn't help but stare at her naked body as she made quick work of his belt. Natasha caught him staring and grinned, pushing his trousers and boxers down, revealing his already ready cock.
She purred at the sight, her hand instantly wrapping around him, feeling just how ready he was as he pulsed against her palm. "Are you sure, Steve?" She asked him.
It was almost impossible for him to not tremble against her hold. "Yes," He breathed out.
She read his face. There was a flicker on nervousness in his blue eyes, and she reached up to kiss that away, pulling him down with her when she fell back into the sheets. His body hovered over hers, and when she felt him press against her, she moaned in want.
"Just, go slow, okay?" She whispered, the words coming out of her in ragged pants as her entire body ached for him. She could barely keep her eyes open as she looked up at him. "It'll take me a bit of time to get used to you." She explained, knowing that he would appreciate the advise all the same.
Then, he did something which surprised her. He kissed her forehead, and then the corner of her mouth, before his lips found hers in a sweet, silent promise. As the tip of him brushed through her soaked folds, Natasha's eyes almost rolled back into her head. For a fleeting moment, she wondered if he'd even fit-
Steve pushed inside her, so slowly and carefully, and the whole world disappeared around her.
He paused at the low groan that sounded from deep within her chest, and she quickly gasped out, "That was a good noise. A very good noise. Oh, God, don't stop, Steve."
Reassured that she was okay, Steve sank further into her, taking his time. His slow pace wasn't just because this was his first time, and he wanted to make her feel good. He wasn't blind to just how large he was, and Natasha's body was so small and slim, he didn't want to hurt her.
Natasha's nails clawed at his back as he slowly pulled out, so much so that he almost left her completely, before thrusting back in. Her breathing was coming out in short, laboured breaths which matched his own pants.
He could never have imagined that it would ever feel like this, and he knew that the overwhelming sensations he was feeling was mostly due to exactly who was with him. Natasha was unlike any woman he had ever met, and he couldn't quite get his head around the idea that she wanted to be with him.
One of her powerful legs lifted up, pressing his hips down even more, wanting him further, deeper. He gave her exactly what she wanted, too lost in the feeling of her wrapped around him to even care if they were being too loud.
"Natasha," He choked out her name, feeling her chest press up against his as her back arched after another powerful thrust of his hips. His lips were against her throat once again, his teeth occasionally nipping at her skin, and then his tongue would soothe the teased area, loving the taste of her. "My Natasha."
My Natasha. The possessive pronoun probably would have had her strangling any other man, but not him. She relished in hearing him say such a thing. She was his; mind, body and soul.
"Keep going, Steve." She whimpered as her entire body shook from the pleasure that was building up inside her, like a lake pooling up behind a dam. Sooner or later, something was going to have to give.
His mouth sought out hers, kissing her with so much passion and vigour that it wiped the remaining oxygen from her lungs. She kissed him back, biting at his neck when he pulled away, as her nails clawed and dug in with each sinful movement of his hips.
God, he felt incredible inside her. His large length felt ready to split her in half at any moment, and she would happily succumb to that. She knew she was now effectively ruined for any other man, but she didn't care. She didn't want any other man. Although it scared her, she had no desire for anyone else that wasn't Steve Rogers.
Steve allowed himself to look down at the woman below him, hungrily taking in every detail about her. Her red hair was fanned out on the pillow, framing her beautiful face in a way that was breath-taking. Her chest heaved, those perfect breasts bouncing slightly with every thrust. Her emerald eyes were glazed over with intense pleasure, and her mouth was parted as he drew whimper after whimper from her. Her full lips were swollen from their kissing, and her neck and chest were covered in small red marks. The sight of her naked, writhing body was enough to draw him close to the edge, but he continued moving inside her, going deeper, seeking her release, her pleasure.
As if sensing his goal, Natasha whispered, "I'm so close. So close. Don't you dare stop."
He had no intention of stopping, ever. So, he grabbed hold of the thigh that was pressed into his hip and lifted it even more, the new angle allowing him to drive deeper, give her more. He had no idea of how he had known to do that, but his instinct had clearly led him well, as Natasha threw her head back.
"Steve!" She gasped out, her eyes scrunching shut. He had never seen such a beautiful sight, and seconds later, he felt her orgasm surround him.
When her inner muscles clenched around him, he finally allowed himself to give in. With one final thrust, his own climax took over his body. He remained inside her as they both rode through their pleasure, and he continued moving his hips into hers in shallow, breathless movements. Natasha's hand was in his hair just before she practically yanked his mouth down to hers, and he gladly accepted the kiss.
He stayed where he was for a few moments longer, selfishly enjoying the feeling of her around him far too much to want to move away. Natasha gave no sign of complaint to this, even after the final wave of her release faded. When she looked up at him, her smile was dazzling.
"My God, Nat…" He whispered, his forehead falling to rest against her shoulder, whilst his hands kept supporting his weight, preventing him from crushing her between him and the mattress. "I never...I never thought it could ever feel like that."
"Me either," She admitted, and he looked up at her in surprise. She stroked his hair fondly, her breathing starting to get back to normal. "I've never...no one's ever made me feel like that before, Steve." So treasured, and special.
Proud surged through him, warming his entire body. "I never want you to go a day without knowing just how remarkable you are, and how happy you make me." He told her, kissing her forehead sweetly before pulling out of her and collapsing at her side.
She felt instantly empty, but smiled as soon as she felt his arms around her, pulling her against him. They lay together in a comfortable silence, no barrier of clothing or bedsheets between them. Natasha peppered little kisses against his chest, and Steve's hand slowly stroked her back, his fingertips tracing over her skin lightly.
But, it didn't take long at all for Steve's body to react to the naked, beautiful woman that he held in his arms. He swallowed, and waited for Natasha to pull away from him, but when she noticed, she simply hummed thoughtfully and said, "Let me guess, another side-effect to the serum?"
"I guess so." He said, having never had any experience with this sort of thing before. "But, I'd say it was more to do with the woman."
That earned him a smile that would make even angels fall from the sky, and Natasha reached up to thank him with a kiss, mumbling against his lips, "Well, I'd say it was a good thing we've both got good stamina, don't you?"
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The next morning, when Steve slowly awoke from his peaceful sleep, he wasn't surprised when he found Natasha curled up at his side. After another round of earth-shattering sex, Steve had asked her if she wanted to stay with him. Natasha had smiled, and agreed, but claimed the prize of her company would be that he lost one of his shirts to her. He'd been more than happy with that price, and knew he would have given her anything she wanted, just to make her smile. But, seeing her now, wearing nothing but his shirt, stirred the alpha male that lurked inside him.
Natasha hummed softly. "Are you watching me while I sleep, Rogers?" She mumbled against his chest, not even bothering to open her eyes before asking the question.
Smirking, Steve said, "Technically, you're not sleeping anymore. Otherwise, you wouldn't even notice me watching you."
She laughed softly. "I knew it." Her green eyes flashed open, finding his face instantly. With her bed-hair and sleepy expression, she looked so beautiful that Steve could barely remember his own name. "Good morning,"
"Good morning, trouble." He greeted her, and smiled as she leaned up to kiss him. The kiss was slow and sensual, and both of them now felt how their relationship had shifted into this whole new level of intimacy. "How are you feeling?"
"Honestly?" She asked, the mischievous glint in her eyes unmissable. "I feel as if last night, I had the best sex of my entire life, with the a man whose as attentive and thoughtful as he is handsome - which, by the way, is ridiculously handsome. Please don't tell me it was all just a dream."
His cheeks heated slightly at her praise, but he couldn't help but feel proud at the fact she had just called him the best sex of her life. He could say the same, but it really didn't have the same effect. "It most definitely was not a dream, sweetheart." He kissed her temple as she settled back down against his chest.
Her answering purr was so loud that he felt it vibrate against him. He knew that he loved it when he called her 'sweetheart', and the term fell from his lips so easily. "Good, because otherwise, I'd have to go back to sleep in the hope of a repeat dream." She said, and then took him by surprise when she suddenly moved, so quickly that she was just a flash of red and white, and straddled him. "But, why settle for a dream when I can just have the real thing?"
Any possible answer that could have come from him was stripped away as soon as he felt her against him, already wet and ready. God, he was the luckiest man on the planet.
His hands flew to her waist, thumbs stroking her soft skin as he sat up to kiss her hungrily, giving her all the permission she needed before she continued. Smiling triumphantly, Natasha grinded against him, her hands gripping onto his shoulders as she rose up and sank down onto him. As he began to fill her completely, she gasped out and attacked his mouth, her tongue battling his as she started to move.
Steve's hands slowly roamed from her waist to her round ass, and she was starting to get the impression that he was an ass man. She'd often seen him looking at that particular asset of hers, even before they had started this relationship. In all honesty, she knew she had an incredible ass. She'd worked hard for it, and she definitely liked feeling just how much he appreciated it. Then again, as his lips dropped to her breasts, she wondered which part of her body that he preferred.
He sucked a nipple into his mouth, before letting it go and tracing around it with his tongue, blowing against it and causing her to shiver. One of his hands came up to pay the other nipple equal attention, pulling and tweaking softly, and she arched her chest into his touch, demanding and desperate. She could feel Steve's grin against her skin.
Last night, they had gone slow, for both their sake. This morning, however, they were both fuelled with a burning desire for one another, a need to bring the other over the edge. Natasha rode him like her life depended on it, moaning in his ear as he continued playing with her breasts. His other hand gripped her waist so tight that she wondered if there'd be a mark once they were done.
This side of Steve excited her beyond words, especially when she heard the growls and moans that came from within his chest. It amazed her how he could be so vocal and confident with her after only one night together. She was willing to bet money on the fact that he'd enjoy dirty talk just as much as she did, and the thought of such filthy words leaving his mouth spurred her on. If she got any more aroused, she would most definitely burst…
"Come for me, Natasha." He whispered against her skin, lifting his head to watch her face as she continued to thrust up and down on him. "Come with me." Quickly, she added 'dirty talk from Steve' onto her list of favourite things in the entire world.
Her thighs were practically burning, but she did not slow her pace even by a second. Instead, she increased it further, tilting herself slightly so he hit her at a new, deeper angle. She hissed her delight, and Steve's hands returned to her waist, helping to lift and drop her at a perfect rhythm.
She found her release first, and the remaining part of her brain that could think straight knew that Steve had been holding off, waiting for her before he too gave in to his mounting pleasure. As he came inside her, she practically collapsed against his chest, slightly sweaty.
"That is the best start to a day I've ever had." Steve panted out, his hand stroking her lower back, and she gasped in surprise when he took hold of one of her ass cheeks and squeezed.
She lifted herself off him completely, but shoved him down back into the sheets, crawling over him. "I'm glad to hear it, Captain." She said, giving him a kiss that rendered them both speechless for a few minutes after it ended. Then, feeling fully satisfied, she collapsed down beside him, staring up at the ceiling.
"If I found yesterday hard keeping my hands off you, I'm definitely not ready for today." Steve admitted, turning his head to look at her. "I don't think I should leave this floor all day."
She laughed. "Hmm, perhaps I should stay here with you." She played along, knowing that they would never in a million years be left alone. When neither of them appeared around the tower in a couple of hours, Tony or Sam would definitely come looking for them. The thought sparked a reminder in her brain, and she asked him, "Are you not going for a run today?"
Steve quickly glanced at the alarm clock beside his bed. "Shit." Sam would be heading down in about fifteen minutes.
"Language, Rogers." Natasha teased, turning so she lay on her stomach, looking up at him and winking. "I think someone got a little too distracted."
Steve growled playfully, flipping her over and pinning her to the bed. "Can you blame me?" He asked, as his lips kissed every inch of her neck and collarbones. "You are a goddess, Natasha." His words caused her stomach to flip in the most pleasant of ways, and they served as yet another reminder to just how wonderful this man truly was. His didn't go any lower, as neither of them would be able to stop themselves. "I should get ready."
"You're going to have to let me go, you know, before Sam gets here." She pointed out with a grin.
He lifted his head, removing his lips from sucking at her pulse point, which had just started to turn her bones to mush. "Yeah, you're right." He admitted reluctantly. "Can I see you again tonight?"
She pretended to think about it, and Steve's fingers instantly went to her sides, tickling her mercilessly. "Yes, yes, tonight!" She gasped out. "Steve Rogers, if you don't stop tickling me, I'll kill you!"
"No, you won't." He said, but his fingers stopped their relentless tickling. He gave her one last kiss before rolling to the side and getting out of bed, stretching his arms over his head. The action was purposeful, knowing that Natasha got a good show of the muscles of his back flexing.
Having to pull her eyes away before she yanked him back down on the bed to have her wicked way with him all over again, Natasha also left the warm sheets. "I may have to keep this shirt for a little while." She commented, as she reached down and found her teal underwear.
Steve's eyes darkened at the sight of the lace sliding back up her legs. Battling with the temptation to remove them from her body once again, he somehow managed to keep his voice controlled when he said, "Keep it. It looks far better on you than it does me." And I like seeing you in my clothes, the unspoken words hung between them but they showed in the dark longing in his eyes, causing desire to pool in Natasha's stomach once again. Gosh, leaving this apartment was going to be a lot harder than she thought.
But, somehow, she managed to let him get to the elevator without dragging him back onto the bed. She squeaked as Steve's arms wrapped around her waist as she pressed the button on the control pad, and he gave her a kiss that left her unable to remember the reason why he was leaving her in the first place.
"I'll see you tonight?" Steve checked, his eyes flickering over her face as he smiled at her.
She returned the smile, her eyes glowing as she said, "Can't wait."
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