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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It had felt like a lifetime ago since she had last sparred.

Her muscles were slightly sore from it now, but it had been a much needed session, reminding her body of the ways she could harness it, making herself into a weapon.

Session after session, new agent after new agent, Natasha hadn't left those mats in what felt like hours, unless it was for a quick five minute break. Her body thrived for it, her heart felt light, her mind focused on exactly what she was doing, as movement after movement was executed flawlessly.

The new group of agents that she had met today were young, but eager. They watched her with awe, which sometimes had her snapping at them to keep their attention on what they were doing. She had talked through several moves with them at the beginning of the day, explaining that basics were the most important part of fighting, of learning how to control your movements until each of them were effortless. Then, she had set them in in pairs and had them practise until they were sweaty and panting. As there were nine agents today, whoever was without a partner faced her on the mat.

There, she talked that agent through everything in greater detail, and she was able to watch them closely, picking out their strengths and weaknesses. Then, as they sparred on the mat, her brain worked out a training programme fitted especially for them, based on the areas that needed improving but also the areas she wanted them to specialise in. Every agent had their speciality; now it was her task to help them sharpen that.

Now, after just dismissing the agents for the day, Natasha took a large gulp of water and let her body cool down. She'd stretched out for half an hour, directing the agents to do the exact same thing, so their bodies were relaxed and ready for the next day. Although she wouldn't see the same group until next week, she didn't want any of them waking up too stiff to be able to concentrate on whatever tasks were set out for them tomorrow by Hill, or Steve.

Her husband was somewhere at the base, but she knew that today he would be working on tactical sessions, helping inexperienced agents learn how to plan their missions, to see through loop-holes and assess risks. His day was slightly longer by hers by an hour, but Natasha was content to wait that extra time, so she could walk home with her husband.

Their home.

She still couldn't believe it.

They'd returned to work two days ago, and the day after tomorrow would bring them a day off together, where Natasha planned on remaining in bed with her sinfully attractive, attentive husband for hours. Interrupted. Work left behind them.

A light tapping on the door surprised her, especially as her husband wasn't planned to finish for another fifty minutes - she knew better than to expect that Steve would cut his session short.

But, the knock was explained when Wanda poked her head round the door and offered her a friendly smile. "I bring treats." Her friend said in way of greeting.

Natasha headed for the door and pulled it open, so Wanda could indeed enter without spilling the cardboard tray of coffee everywhere.

"I can't quite believe you have this many pumps of caramel in it, but who am I to judge?" Wanda asked cheerfully as she handed over one of the large take-away cups.

The warmth of it seeped into her hands and through her entire body as Natasha accepted the drink. "I seem to have developed a bit of a sweet-tooth, recently." She said, gesturing to the benches on the other side of the room. The two women headed over side-by-side, sitting down like any two friends would do. Two friends who had saved the world together, who had gone through suffering and defeat, and now stood on the other side of it, trying to build their future.

Shadows still haunted Wanda's eyes somedays, and those were the days were Natasha feared she might become overbearing when she checked on her friend - relentlessly - but Wanda never seemed to mind. But, there were also better days, when Wanda's smile lit her eyes, and when her laughter was nothing but joyful and genuine.

"I did have to check your order with your husband, seeing as he is closest to the canteen." Wanda admitted. "He also suggested I brought you these." She pulled out wrapped bag that no doubt contained cookies.

Natasha's suspicion was confirmed when that sweet smell drifted to her nose. The corner of her mouth twitched upwards. "He's been fussing over me ever since I was ill."

"I know." Wanda offered her a smile of her own, she was fully aware of how bad a patient Natasha had been. From plotting several ways of making James and Sam regret their choice of restaurants, to practically snapping at Steve when he fussed over her, Natasha hoped she'd never be poorly again, just so it saved her husband the grief of having to look after her. "How are you feeling now?"

"Absolutely fine," A slight lie. The day before, she'd felt a little nauseous when she'd gotten up, but she had blamed that entirely on returning to work and being tired from being out of shape. "I didn't think I'd be saying this so soon, but it's good to be back doing something." The house had taken up her undivided attention for the last few weeks, and she had gladly given every last ounce of enthusiasm, effort and waking hours to help Steve transform it into their dream home. But, that part of her that belonged to the excitement and challenge that only her kind of work could bring her had been desperate for action.

Training agents was still completely new to her, but nonetheless, it was nice. Unexplored territory. A challenge.

Wanda looked as if she understood exactly what Natasha meant. "I envy you, you know. What you have with Steve."

A wave of sympathy washed through Natasha at the sadness lurking behind her friend's words. Wanda had wanted a future with Vision, had loved him deeply, and yet that chance had been cruelly ripped away from her.

Natasha reached across and covered Wanda's spare hand with hers, as it rested on the bench. "You know where to find me, if you ever want to talk about...about everything. You don't have to go through it all by yourself. Trust me, I made that mistake one too many times." Before Steve. Before she'd truly opened her heart to anyone.

"Thank you," Wanda said softly, in a tone that implied that as much as she appreciated the offer, she wasn't quite ready to openly talk about how she was feeling.

Natasha didn't press her. "Fancy a cookie?" She offered.

Wanda, knowing exactly how rare it was for Natasha to willingly share her food with anyone, accepted the offer with a gentle laugh.

The two of them fell into casual conversation, mostly about the agents that Natasha had trained today. Wanda was to continue her own training, and it turned out that Banner had offered to help her with her powers, of finding their limits in a safe environment. With himself in his Hulk-form still, Banner would be able to withstand Wanda's powers better than anyone, and Natasha was relieved to know that he would be nearby. A part of her wasn't ready for another goodbye. Not yet.

"Am I interrupting, ladies?" Steve asked from the doorway, a content grin on his face as his eyes flicked from Wanda to Natasha, who had been too immersed in their talking to notice his arrival. Sure enough, the clock on the wall above the door showed that it was five in the afternoon, and time to go home.

Natasha flashed her husband a welcome, warm smile as he approached them. "If we said you were, would you sulk off with your tail between your legs?" She teased.

Steve rolled his eyes, leaning down and swiping the remaining half of her cookie right from her hand, ignoring her glare at the action. "Perhaps," He said around a mouthful.

"I see the role of attentive husband is over." Natasha noted, even as she shifted along the bench to give him more room at her side. Steve settled down beside her, his arm wrapping round her waist.

"Why, are you planning on hurling your guts up again?" Steve shot back, and when Natasha stuck her tongue out, he gave her a look that implied, Save that tongue for later, sweetheart. I have plans for it. Whilst Natasha tried not to stare at him in shock, Steve turned to Wanda and asked her how her own training was going.

Fifteen minutes passed while the three of them sat and talked, until Wanda checked her phone and realised she was running late to meet a friend. She kissed them both on the cheek before rushing out of the room, her coat blowing out behind her.

Natasha turned to her husband, who looked down at her with an expectant look. Unable to resist him any longer, she reached up and gave him the kiss she'd been waiting all day to give him all day. It certainly hadn't helped when he'd sent her several texts which all claimed what sort of things he had planned - each text more dirtier than the last. In the end, Natasha had had to turn her phone off entirely, so she wasn't flustered between sessions.

"Hmm, you taste like caramel and sugar." Steve mumbled as he pulled away from her mouth.

"You like?" She smiled at him, the smile she knew would have just as much effect on him as his suggestive texts had had on hers earlier.

She was proved right, when his eyes darkened slightly and he leaned forward to kiss her again, this time biting her lower lip. "I always like the way you taste, Nat."

Excited shivers ran down her spine, at the promise behind his words at what she could expect in the oncoming hours. "Well then, shall we go home?"

She absolutely loved saying those words, and from the smile that grew over her husband's handsome face, she knew he felt exactly the same way.

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Natasha's moan was swallowed by his mouth the second Steve had her pushed up against the front door. Turns out, her husband's plans were to start the instant they crossed over the threshold.

She had no complaints about this whatsoever.

Grinding her hips against his, desperate for any kind of friction she could get, Natasha weaved her hands into his hair and tugged his mouth back against hers, her tongue engaging his in their usual battle for dominance. He relented to her, but she had no doubt that it was all to do with how she was moving against him. She could feel just how ready for him she was, and desire pooled at her stomach, sinking lower and lower.

But, when Steve picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist, her body flinched at the sudden movement. It was the briefest, split-second of protest, but Steve picked up on it instantly.

"I'm fine." Natasha breathed out, as he pulled away and his eyes scanned her face for any sign of pain. "Perhaps, I went a little too hard in the sessions today." Her body was still adjusting to such movements again, so she really should have known better than to through herself back into training like that. But, the sweat and concentration of sparring had sung to her, making her forget to ease herself into it. She had preached about the importance of training in the very first session with each group, and yet it seemed she really should follow her own rules.

"I'm running you a bath." Steve told her firmly, as he placed her back down on her feet.

Natasha's hands cupped the back of his neck stubbornly. "Steve, I'm fine." She stretched onto her tiptoes, her mouth hungry for his once again, and she growled lowly when he leaned away.

His lips brushed against her forehead as he heard her frustration. "A bath, Natasha." It was clear that he wasn't going to budge on this, as if he could sense just how coiled up her muscles were, even though she had stretched thoroughly at the end of the day, once the agents had been dismissed.

She huffed. "Will you join me?" She could settle for his fussing, as long as she got something out of it. Her husband being naked was definitely worth delaying the absolutely sinful plans that she had come up with herself on the way home together. Her plans had consisted of a steamy shower after several rounds of mind-blowing sex, but she'd settle for a bath with him to get the ball rolling.

Steve chuckled gently. "Of course, sweetheart."

Somewhat begrudgedly, Natasha realised him, muttering under her breath about him being a mother-hen. Steve showed no signs of hearing her, as he headed upstairs. Seconds later, the bath was running in their ensuit, and Natasha headed after him. By the time she reached the bathroom that connected to their bedroom, the scent of oils hit her nose.

She shot her husband a look, as he stood leaning back against the marble counter which contained two sinks, a pot for their toothbrushes, and Natasha's hairbrush. He looked like something out of a calendar; a calender for models posing as domestic gods. Natasha smirked as she imagined some other, more creative, poses for him, which contained minimal - if any - clothes.

As if sensing where her mind was already spiralling off too, Steve rolled his eyes and went to remove his shirt. She was in front of him within seconds, her hands stopping his as she gave him a playful glare.

"No, no," She said, smacking his hands away. "You're not taking my fun away from me."

"Play nicely, Nat." Steve warned her, but there was no hiding the look of desire that shimmered in his eyes, and there was certainly no hiding his arousal, which was pressing against his pants in demand.

She had to pry her eyes away from that tented material, because when her eyes dropped to it, all she wanted to do was drop to her knees and worship him with her hands, and then her mouth. A suitable payment for his fussing, in her opinion, but one she knew would have to wait till after this bath, when her husband was positive that her aching muscles had been soothed.

It was a task in a half to not let her hands explore his body when she peeled off his clothes, finally revealing every inch of exposed muscle and flawless skin that made up her absolutely breath-taking husband. He honestly was a work of art, especially when his looks were combined with that compassionate soul of his. God, she was the luckiest woman in the world.

She took her sweet time removing his boxers from his body, finally exposing him completely to her. His cock stood to attention, a clear sign of just how much self-restraint he was having to maintain to prevent himself from taking her there and then, on the counter behind him.

One more step forward would have her body brushing against his entirely, would have that demanding cock pressing against her stomach, his hard chest against her soft breasts.

"Are you going to help me with my clothes, Steve?" She asked, making sure her voice showed exactly how much she was trying to behave herself.

Steve's hands grazed down her hands, ever so slightly brushing against the sides of her breasts, until they rested on her hips. "Always, Nat." He said, and her clothes soon joined his, pooling around their feet.

She heard the low growl that sounded from his chest when she stood before him in just her lacy red panties and matching bra, which barely covered anything in all honesty - which had been precisely the reason she had bought it, just so she could see the desire and need consume him, just as it was doing right now. Her own body was no better at hiding just how desperately she wanted him; her nipples were peaked and the material of her panties was already soaked.

But, Steve wasn't going to break so easily, even though it was clear just how much he appreciated her newest purchase. She was thankful for that somewhat, considering how he could rip the material off her skin as effortlessly as if it was made of tissue. She was rather fond of this set, and although she had several other sets just like it in various colours, she had no intention on getting it ruined so quickly. Not when she knew just how much Steve enjoyed her in red.

The cool air snapped away at her as the bra fell from her body, her nipples straining for attention. From his fingers, from his mouth, anything. But, Steve just hooked his fingers through her pants and lowered them down her legs, kneeling as he did so. His breath tickled the apex of her thighs as he remained there for a few seconds longer than necessary.

Natasha bit her lower lip, forcing back the urge to thrust her hips closer to his mouth in a silent command. But, Steve stood slowly, an inch closer now than he had been, but not enough for that physical contact they were both clearly desperate for. Without a word, he stepped around her and sank into the bath, resting his head back against the wall.

"You're a bastard," Natasha grumbled, which earned her a deep, warm laugh of amusement from her husband. She shot him a glare that told him she'd recently make him regret teasing her like this later, but the look he returned to her proved that he was very much looking forward to it.

She stepped into the tub, secretly enjoying how the hot water instantly soothed her tired muscles. She sat between his outstretched legs, leaning back into his strong chest, but it was certainly an effort to not wiggle against his hardness as it pressed into her lower back.

Steve's hands traced back up her arms, and he leaned forward to whisper in her ear, "Move forward a little bit, sweetheart."

She hummed in pretend annoyance, but shifted up the bath slightly, creating more of a distance between them. But, when Steve instantly got to work on kneading her back with those talented hands of his, any protest she had died on her tongue. Her back arched, craving more as he started to untangle the knots that had formed, knots she hadn't even realised were woven that tightly.

"Long day?" He asked, his breathing tickling the tops of her shoulders.

Head tilting to the side and eyes closing, it was almost too much of an effort to string a sentence together as she enjoyed the massage. "One or two of the new agents may have been a little...up themselves, to put it nicely."

"I assume you kicked their asses, in the most professional of ways?" Steve guessed, amusement tingling in his tone.

"Wiped the cocky grins right off their faces," Natasha confirmed, which earned her a proper, rumbling laugh from the man behind her. She leaned further back against his palms.

"That's my girl," His lips trailed down the side of her neck and along the top of one shoulder, the kisses as soft as feathers against her skin. His hands dropped lower, kneading the area above her ass, allowing his upper body to lean closer to her. Even the temperature of the bathwater was nothing compared to the soothing warmth of his body.

Natasha couldn't help herself from taking one of his hands and brushing it down between her legs. She knew he could feel the wetness waiting for him, and knew he wouldn't mistake it for the water that surrounded her. "Please, baby," She whispered.

His mouth sucked at her pulse point, as he allowed her to keep his hand against her, fingers stroking down her folds but not entering her. "Patience, Natasha."

Whether it was the seductive purr that laced his voice or his use of her full name, Natasha didn't know, but she arched her spine and hissed, "But I need you."

She felt his smile against her shoulder. "And I need you relaxed, for what I have planned for you tonight, sweetheart." He promised.

Natasha huffed, but she let go of his hand. It stroked up her thigh, where it remained, so close to where she desired him to touch her. It was an effort to grab it back.

His other hand snaked round her body, coiling round her stomach, as he pulled her back against him. She practically melted into his touch, her body lining up perfectly with every part of him.

She gave in to him, letting herself drift into the peace that surrounded both of them. Only when the water started to grow cold around her, when they'd somehow managed to keep their hands to themselves while cleansing their bodies of a days work, Natasha decide that she was more than done with waiting.

Without a word, she rose to her feet. Steve's hands let her go, trailing down her legs as she stood up in front of him. Slowly, she turned to look down at him as she stepped out of the bath, droplets trickling down her body. His eyes followed some, as they trailed down her breasts, her stomach, right to the apex of her thighs, as if serving as tiny arrows of reminder.

"Do not keep me waiting," She told him firmly. "Or, I'll start without you."

His answering growl made her breasts tighten, but she turned and left the room without waiting to hear his response. She simply grabbed a towel from the hanging rack by the door, quickly drew it over her body, before heading towards the bed. A shadow fell from behind her, the only sign that her husband had indeed followed without a moments hesitation, yet he remained back, watching her.

Natasha crawled up onto the bed, well aware of her husband's eyes following her every move. Maybe, just maybe, she wiggled her hips a little bit. Then, she lowered herself onto her stomach, lifting her behind invitingly, as she looked over her shoulder to see him stood at the end of the bed. The expression of his face - that darkening desire - was enough to make her practically drenched for him already.

She knew he saw just how wet she was, because Steve was upon her within seconds, his powerful body pressing against her as his hands grabbed her hips.

"How do you want it tonight, Nat?" He asked, leaning forward so he could bite at her earlobe.

She arched into him, desperate for him as she felt him against her entrance. "Hard," The word came out as a gasp, as he choose that precise moment in time to bring one hand around her waist so his fingers could toy with her, his thumb circling that sensitive bundle of nerves.

"How hard, sweetheart?" The term of endearment rolled of his tongue, sweet as honey but thick with need.

"Hard enough that all I can feel is your cock inside me," She bit out, as one of those skilled fingers parted her, sinking into her. "Hard enough that all I can think about is you, as you fuck me over and over again. So hard that when I walk tomorrow, I can still feel you."

Her words released the beast that lurked underneath his skin, as he practically roared, slamming into her to the hilt, able to do so because of just how much her body desired him, how easily it made it for him.

Burned. Her body burned for him. Her blood felt like molten need as it surged through her veins, consuming her. She gladly gave into that flame, as her husband sank deeper into her, filling her completely.

Every time he pulled out, so much so that only his tip remained inside her, she'd growl in demand. Every time he plunged back inside her, she'd moan load enough to shake the bed.

Both his hands gripped her waist, hard. Powerful, he was so, so powerful, and although every single one of his thrusts showed that, there was always an underlying gentleness to his movements, even when he took her like this. A gentleness that proved that she was loved, and that she was respected, and that her body was something he worshipped.

"You feel incredible, Nat." He bit out, as her hips pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. "So tight. Always. So. Tight."

As always, hearing such words come from him made her desire him even more. "All yours," She managed to gasp out, and her words encouraged him further, until he was slamming into her with such unbridled need that she was so close already. Her head dropped between her shoulders, her eyes clenched shut as she approached that edge, as it sang to her body, beckoning her. She could tell that Steve was close, but she also knew that he'd hold off, as he always did, because he always sought her pleasure first.

What she had planned for them tonight, though, would ensure that both of them found that pleasure over and over again. Until their bodies were shattered in the best possible ways.

Each thrust of his hips hit that sweet spot inside her, and Natasha could only moan his name as that release found her. It hit her like a tidal wave, crushing through her and rendering her unable to so much as think straight. Pleasure racked through her, through every bone and muscle, through every vein.

Steve practically roared as his own climax found him, and he spilled inside her, his chest against her back. He lay a kiss between her shoulder blades before he pulled out of her, dropping down to her side. His hands remained at her waist, however, and he pulled her on top of him, finding no resistance from her whatsoever.

Instantly, Natasha claimed his mouth, every sensation and part of her humming in satisfaction. But, her hunger for him was nowhere near quenched. It never would be.

Steve's mouth parted for her tongue willingly, and he groaned against her. She could already feel him stirring underneath her, at the fact she was sprawled out over him, so she moved so she could straddle his waist. As she pulled away from his mouth and sat up straight, she watched as his eyes darkened even more, how they trailed from her face down to her breasts, then to her stomach, and then to her parted legs, where she knew she was glistening from a mixture of both of their juices.

"I've thought about this all day." She told him softly, as she leaned back down and kissed his neck, feeling how it bobbed underneath her lips as he swallowed. She knew her change of position would cause her to brush against his hardness, exactly how she intended. She knew her husband was now struggling to control himself from picking her up by the hips and aligning them again, so he could be back inside her. But, she also knew how much he enjoyed her teasing, how much they both thrived from it.

So, she ignored his stiff cock as it pressed against her behind, a constant reminder of how much Steve was craving her. She ignored how wet she was, how it must be soaking him as she sat across his abdomen. Of course, ignoring such things was a struggle, and her mind was so clouded with love and desire that it would be so tempting to rise, to slip back ever so slightly, and impale herself on him.

"I've thought of you, naked." Natasha went on. "In every break. Every time I paused, and reminded I was an hour closer to having you all too myself." Her lips continued their slow, tortuous path down his throat, right to his collarbone, where her tongue flicked out to trace along his skin, tasting the salty sweetness of his sweat. Steve's hands gripped her hips tighter, yet he kept a leash on his control. "I thought of your cock. How it feels when it's inside me. How deep it goes. How good it feels." Her mouth dropped to his chest, her tongue circling one nipple before she blew against it. "I thought of the face you make when you climax. How your seed fills me, so much that some of it spills down the inside of my thighs. How much I love that, that mark you leave on my body. Your claim on me."

It was cruel of her, really. She was completely aware of that, of the internal battle that she was causing her husband to endure, as he listened to her words. Her tone was dripping in sex, the same as her core, which was still against his skin. Still absolutely soaked, still ready and craving him so much that it was overwhelming.

She looked up to see the most beautiful sight in the world; Steve's eyes closed tightly, his mouth parted, his throat bobbing every now and then, his brows slightly furrowed as he tried to refrain from acting upon her words.

Yet, as cruel and teasing as it was, Natasha didn't feel like stopping. Instead, she paid his other nipple the exact same treatment; tracing around it with her tongue, blowing cold area against it. Again, Steve's hands gripped her, the only sign he'd allow show that he was really struggling right now to control himself.

Oh, how she loved the effect she had on him. "Did you think about me, Steve?" She asked, her hand trailing down his stomach, appreciating every single muscle, every single inch of skin. His body certainly was a temple in her eyes, and she fully intended on worshipping it, just as thoroughly as he did with hers. "Did you think about me, naked? How much you enjoy watching me writhe underneath you? Did you think about my breasts, how they feel in your hands, how they taste?"

With her spare hand, she reached up and pinched one of her own nipples, hard. Steve's eyes flew open when he heard her gasp of pleasure, a low growl emitting from deep within his chest, showing just how much he wanted to be the one touching her. Yet, no words came from him; either he'd simply lost the ability to speak because of what she was doing to him, or he feared that if he even uttered one word, he'd loose that last scrap of control that he was clinging onto.

That last scrap, that was stopping him from lunging at her and fucking her into the bed.

As appealing as that thought was, Natasha simply cataloged it into her mind, something that could certainly be followed through with later. Later, after she'd rendered her husband to a moaning mass of muscle and ecstasy.

"Did you think about me, sprawled out on your desk?" Natasha asked, somewhat breathlessly now, as every ounce of her own self-restraint tried to prevent her from just throwing her plan right out the window and sinking onto his hard cock right there and then. It certainly wanted her to, as it reminded her by pressing against her in a silent command for attention. "How I'd look spread out for you, how my legs would feel wrapped round your head while you devoured me, like your own personal feast? Or, would you have preferred me bent over the desk instead? Would you take me hard enough to make it rattle every time you entered me?"

Steve was panting now, his eyes still watching as her hand played with her breasts, how her fingers pinched one nipple and then the other. Seeing his attention so focused, Natasha let her hand drop down her stomach, until her own fingers brushed against her wetness. The growl she received for such an attention was almost enough to make her find release all over again.

"Or, how about me kneeling before you, as you sit and watch me?" Natasha asked, continuing to stroke herself. Only slightly, not enough to bring her to that sweet release. Not yet. "Watch how my hands work you, and then my mouth? You always love it when I do that."

She removed her hand, her fingers now glistening. Steve made a low noise, so close to a whimper that she almost gave him exactly what he wanted, her now drenched fingers in his mouth. But, that would be too easy. So, she lifted herself onto her hands and knees, crawling back slightly before settling back down, now kneeling between his open legs.

Then, without another teasing word, she engulfed him with her mouth.

"Fuck, Nat!" Steve cried out, arching off the bed as her jaw relaxed, allowing her to take most of his proud length inside her mouth. Whatever was left, she ensured her hand gave it enough attention, as she willed herself to take more with each bob of her head. She knew his body so well, knew exactly what he liked, what would earn her moans, or whimpers, or growls.

Steve's hand knotted into her hair as she worked him, his other hand gripping the sheets tightly at his side. Still holding himself back, barely.

Wanting to show him that she wanted him to let go, to give himself to her, Natasha took more of him, relaxing her throat so he filled her mouth, as she moved up and down his length, savouring every inch. The taste of him filled her, bursting over her senses, and when she felt him start to lift his hips up to meet her, she almost grinned in triumph.

With the combination of her mouth and hand, it didn't take long at all for her to succeed in her mission. Soon enough, Steve threw himself over that edge, and Natasha swallowed everything he gave her, not wasting a single drop. She wanted to be able to taste him for hours, of days, after this.

Her husband didn't give her much time to piece herself together. As soon as her mouth released him, he grabbed her hips and practically lifted her up his body until she was straddling his face. Natasha's back arched as soon as she felt his tongue lick up the centre of her in one casual caress. She lowered herself to him, her thighs clamping around his face, as Steve sucked and nibbled at her, his tongue stroking her for everything she was worth.

Any further plan she'd had on teasing him was shot to pieces as his tongue moved inside her, as it curled and sought to explore even deeper, as her wetness brushed against his chin. Steve continued to lap away, as if he was tasting honey, as if he couldn't get enough of her.

Natasha threw her head back, her hands flying out to clutch onto the headboard as she pressed herself against that sinful tongue, as she let her body give in to feeling of intense release that was building up inside her. The only things that were able to escape her were whimpers, moans of his name, begging him to keep going.

Steve obliged willingly, and she could have sworn she felt him smirk against her, enjoying how he could effect her like this. If her mind wasn't lost to bliss and pleasure, Natasha would have probably done something about that knowing smirk, probably would have removed herself from him and taken him back in her mouth, just so she had the upper hand.

But, such thoughts were proved in vain, as she was completely powerless to move away from him, as he continued with his ministrations; lapping, sucking, biting, kissing.

When her release hit her, it left her winded, and her thighs trembled from the effort of keeping her upright. Her husbands hold on her was the only thing that kept her upright, she was sure of it.

Moving slowly, she lifted her leg over his face so she could lie down at his side, just in time to watch him lip her essence off his lips. Her core heated all over again. Surely, it should be impossible to want somebody this much? How her body didn't erupt from the flames that licked her, because of him, she had no idea.

But, it seemed that she was not the only one with an incredibly high sex-drive tonight, because Steve moved onto his side so he could lean down and kiss her. She could taste herself on his lips, and she purred against his mouth as his hand sprawled over her flat stomach, just underneath her breasts. She was still sensitive, but she made no complaint as Steve's hand moved between her legs.

"Make love to me, Steve." She whispered against his lips, because as amazing as his hand definitely was, she wanted him inside her, taking her slowly, as if time no longer existed.

And, as her husband moved back over her, as he lined himself up and slowly, ever so slowly, pushed back inside her with his forehead resting against her collarbone, Natasha was positive that time itself had actually stopped for them.

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A gentle kiss to her lips had been the only sign that her husband had gotten up and was already heading out for a morning run, but Natasha - for once - was thankful that he'd left the bed that morning. It meant that she could hurtle herself to the toilet and hurl her guts up without an audience, even though she knew her husband wouldn't complain about holding her hair back. He was so good to her, but right now, Natasha was thankful that he wasn't here to see her like this - again.

What the hell was wrong with her? After hours and hours of incredible love making last night, they'd ordered pizza. Why her body had suddenly decided to reject that food now, was beyond her. Being sick twice in the space of one week didn't settle right with her, but she didn't bring it up when Steve returned. She'd already brushed her teeth - three times - to get rid of the lingering stench, so when her husband kissed her eagerly in the kitchen, he seemed none the wiser.

Natasha wasn't exactly sure why she didn't tell him, but she focused on her task at hand; cooking him pancakes. It had been years since her disastrous first attempt, and since then, she'd tried it several times. Now, she felt quite confident in the art of cooking - yes, cooking the most basic of meals, but Steve never complained. When she had more time on her hand, she'd already decided to sign up for some cooking classes to expand her skills.

Despite her basic pancakes, Steve seemed to enjoy them just fine, finishing his plate and also finishing hers as she found she'd lost her appetite. For his sake, she had managed to swallow down most of the first pancake, but that had still left the second one untouched on her plate. She knew Steve noticed it with slight concern - because, really, with the amount of energy she was exerting at work, she should be ravenous, especially after last night - but she just wasn't feeling it.

As Steve headed upstairs to change for work, Natasha suddenly found herself wanting peanut butter spread on banana. She found what she needed, and sliced up the banana into mouth-sized chunks before piercing them with a fork and dipping them into the spread. It wasn't the most nutritious of meals, but it filled her stomach, and was much more appealing than that pancake had been. Clearing away the evidence of her random breakfast, she headed upstairs to get ready.

She squealed as she passed the ensuit of their bedroom and a strong arm curled around her. She looked up at her husband, as her body pressed comfortably into his chest, and asked expectantly, "Can I help you?"

"Are you okay?" He asked, ignoring her question. His expression was serious as his eyes flickered over her face. She schooled her expression into a neutral one, knowing just how easily he could read her. "Last night wasn't too much?"

Was he worried that she felt worn out from sex? She allowed the corners of her mouth to curl upwards in amusement, more to shake him off her trail than anything else. "Last night was perfect." She told him, because she didn't want him worrying about her, and certainly didn't want him to hold back next time they released themselves upon each other like that. "I'm fine, Steve."

"You just seem..." He trailed off, scratching the back of his head with one hand somewhat awkwardly. "I know you don't like me fussing, but-"

She placed a finger over his mouth, pressing gently to silence him. "I appreciate you fussing," She assured him. "Even if I do find you to be a mother-hen at times." His eyes still held that glimmer of uncertainty. "I'm fine, honestly. My body just needs to get used to working again, that's all." Her job was quite physically demanding, considering the last five months hadn't involved any attention, until that horrible battle. The battle that still sometimes found her as she slept, making her wake up sweating. But, the only thing that reassured her was she always woke up with Steve at her side. Besides, those nightmares were becoming more and more rare.

Steve didn't seem too convinced, so she reached up and kissed him gently, opening her mouth to him. After hesitating for a split second, Steve returned the kiss.

Knowing how easy it would be to get too caught up and therefore be late for work, Natasha pulled away, flicking him on the nose. "I love you," She said gently. She didn't want him spending the rest of the day worrying about her, even if he had every right too, especially if she told him about how she'd already spent the day hunched over the toilet.

"I love you too," He said, his arm slipping away from her so she could step past him, into the bathroom to change. "Nat?" He asked, as she stopped at the sink.

She looked over her shoulder. "Yes?"

"Peanut butter and banana is a strange combination," Was all he said, before he disappeared further into their bedroom, leaving Natasha staring after him as the tap water continued to run.

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Definitely a smutty chapter, but a few breadcrumbs here and there...I really like writing domestic Steve and Nat. It's fun picturing them starting the life they've wanted for so long.

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