"You had sex!"

Steve almost smacked into the door frame. "What?!"

"You had sex!" Bucky grinned smugly and let him inside. "You can deny it, but I know the truth!"

He had come to Buck's place after art school. He didn't need to work today, and truth to be told, he'd rather spend time with Natasha (preferably alone and naked) but his girl did have to work today.

So he'd decided to visit Buck instead of being home alone, moping around because he missed his sweet girl. He knew he was being ridiculous. He'd been with her last night and this morning, but he already wanted to see her again. Kiss her and hold her in his arms. And well, get her out of her clothes if she wanted him to do that. Or just listen to her complain about Yelena leaving stuff everywhere in her apartment, but secretly loving it that her sister was staying with her.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" He lied and walked further into Buck's place.

His best friend chuckled. "You're a shitty liar, you've always been. You want me to make some coffee?"

"Yeah, sounds good. Thanks." He followed him into his little kitchenette, hoping Bucky was dropping the subject of sex.

Yes, he'd had sex. Way more sex than a normal man had in one night and it had been fucking incredible. Natasha had been amazing, the way she looked and sounded, the way she felt and tasted. She was perfection. God, the noises she made while he had been inside-

"Oh, God! You're thinking about it! Stop it, I still wanna look Natasha into her eyes without it being awkward for me!"

"Since when are you a prude?!"

"Ha, you didn't deny it! You're so easy to play!" Bucky laughed and started his fancy coffee machine. He hadn't bothered to get a couch for weeks after moving in, but he had bought a fully automated coffee maker after two days. Priorities.

"I'm not sleeping with Natasha." He said weakly. He didn't know if Natasha would be comfortable with him talking about this with someone that wasn't her.

"I get it, you don't want to talk about it. But good for you!" Bucky clapped his shoulder. "Man, the last time I had sex, Roosevelt was still president."

"Nat can set you up." Steve offered, he could better understand why Buck was sometimes complaining about not getting laid.

"No, I'm not ready." His best friend wasn't looking at him.

"That's okay, too. And once you are, we're going on double dates and I can watch you for a chance scare away women with your old man complains!"

"Fuck off, punk!" Bucky laughed and flipped him off. "It's not my fault the whole world is different now. What happened to courting? Getting a dame flowers? Taking it slow?"

"You never took it slow, punk."

"But now I want to." He said quietly. "I'm different now. I need to trust someone before I can let them into my life. I don't want some groupie. Or strangers sending me nudes on a dating app after I just said hello."

Steve thought about the countless offers he'd gotten after he became Captain America. So many women and men had propositioned him. "I get what you mean."

"I want a real connection."

"What about Sarah?"

Bucky shook his head. "She's not interested. She sees me as her younger brother's friend."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, it's okay." Bucky said and Steve knew he meant it. "I'm not ready for a real relationship and she's too present in our lives for a fling."

Bucky told him about his weekly Bingo night that Yelena had crashed. Natasha had already told him that her sister had been too drunk and then too hungover to notice that Natasha hadn't slept at home and only come home at 8 am. The seniors had fallen in love with Yelena and adopted her immediately. And apparently gotten her drunk. It was quite worrying that a bunch of seniors had managed to get a Russian drunk.

His phone buzzed on the table and he picked it up to quickly check it. He smiled when he saw that his girl had texted him.

Hi, hon! Yelena just left to have a sleepover with friends. She took Fanny with her. I'm alone!:( You gonna cheer me up?:*

"Um..." He looked at Bucky. He knew it would be rude to leave, but he really wanted to see Nat.

His friend laughed. "That your girl? She asking you to come over? Go! I wasn't any better when I had a dame. How many times did I bail on you?"

"Never when it mattered."

Bucky smiled. "And you're there when I need you. I'm fine. I'm gonna start that Netflix show Yelena talked about yesterday. Go, get laid! At least one of us should be getting some."

Steve left after he finished his cappuccino because he did have some manners. But then he was off to see his girl. He stopped by a supermarket to get her her favorite truffles because he didn't want to show up empty handed. He wasn't going to her to just have sex. If she just wanted to watch a movie or do something else, then he'd be totally fine with that. Hell, he'd happily help her clean her apartment, he just wanted to be near her.

He barely knocked on the door when it was already open. Natasha smiled brightly at him. God, she was so beautiful. And she looked really cute in her cream sweater and dark jeans.

"Hi!" She looked really happy to see him.

"Hi!" He breathed out. "I got you chocolate!"

"Thank you, honey!"

She grabbed his hand to pull him inside. She put the chocolate on the little table in the hallway and then kissed him. It started slow and sweet, but then their hunger for each other took over. Natasha's small hands were all over him while her tongue explored his mouth and Steve wasn't able to stop pawing at her beautiful ass.

"Steve, bedroom, now!" She ordered and jumped into his arms, leaving little love bites on his neck.

The second they were in her room, the atmosphere changed. They slowed down, they had all the time in the world. He watched Natasha slowly taking her clothes off, never taking her eyes off of him. He watched her in awe, not believing that she was his and he was hers. She came over to him and pushed him onto the bed and undressed him. She crawled on top of him and kissed him until he was almost out of his mind. He needed her so badly. He touched her everywhere he could, needing to feel her soft skin.

"Nat, please-" He choked out against her lips.

"I know, honey." She whispered and took him out of his misery. Oh God, this was truly the most amazing thing in the world. He couldn't stop staring at her and touching her while she moved on top of him, taking them both to heaven.

"Okay, so we'll just have to let the sauce simmer and then we can make the actual lasagna." Natasha looked up from the recipe on her phone. She'd brought the ingredients for a simple lasagna and so far things were going well. They'd followed the instructions and it helped that they weren't going to make the pasta themselves. He didn't think that it would go well with the way the cookie baking had gone.

Natasha filled glasses with the red wine they'd also used for the sauce and raised her glass. "To you."

"To us." He clinked his glass against hers. He took a sip and then bent down to kiss her. She smiled against his lips and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "I love you, sweetheart."

"I love you, too." She whispered into his mouth. He still couldn't believe that she loved him, too. He was the luckiest guy in the whole universe. "So much."

They stood in her kitchen kissing and caressing each other until the sauce boiled over. He quickly turned off the stove and removed the pan from the heat. The sauce was thankfully not burned and they could finish the lasagna. Natasha put it in the oven and set the timer.

The plan was to drink wine and talk until the timer would go off, but they ended up kissing on her couch. Not that Steve was complaining. He'd wanted to kiss Natasha for a decade, he was going to use every chance he got.

They were laying on their sides, Natasha's leg thrown over his waist and her head was resting on his upper arm, he used his other hand to keep her close to him. He didn't like it when they weren't touching. She was kissing him slowly like she was savoring him and his heart almost burst out of his chest. She was so gentle with him, she treated him with so much care. Natasha was truly the sweetest person that he knew. Yes, she was deadly and lethal and he knew that, but she had a heart of gold.

He sighed into her mouth and Natasha's hand moved upwards until her fingers reached the back of his head. She ran them through his hair while she never stopped kissing him.

"I love kissing you." She murmured between kisses.

"I love kissing you, too." He whispered back and she smiled against his lips. She let him take the lead and he tried to show her how much he loved kissing her. Judging by the content little sighs she made, he was succeeding.

They only pulled apart when the timer went off. They had spent over 30 minutes just kissing and he'd loved every second of it. Natasha's lips were swollen and her cheeks were flushed. She was a vision.

The lasagna turned out pretty well and Natasha looked very happy. Steve ate the majority of it, but Natasha had three servings as well. Steve insisted on doing the dishes while Natasha was...

He actually had no idea what she was doing. He put the last dish away when Natasha came back into the kitchen.

"Come with me." She took his hand and led him through the apartment to her bathroom. She had lit dozens of candles and prepared a bubble bath. "You wanna take a bath with me?" She asked shyly.

"I'd love to." He cradled her face to kiss her. "This is a great idea."

They undressed each other and Steve climbed into the bath tub before Natasha got in and leaned against his chest. She looked up at him and he bent his head to connect their lips.

He wasn't really into taking baths, he usually just jumped into the shower quickly and that was it. But he could see the appeal, especially when Natasha was sitting in the bath tub with him. That was truly heaven.

"This is really nice." He whispered into her hair.

Natasha rested her head on his shoulder to look at him. She smiled softly. "It really is." She ran her fingers over his arms that were wrapped around her. "I loved baths before, but you being here beats everything."

"I'm so in love with you." He nuzzled her cheek. "It was killing me not be able to tell you."

"Why didn't you? Tell me? I would have been yours in a heartbeat."

"I was scared you didn't feel the same. And that I would lose you. That would have been worse than being unhappy in love for eternity."

"I feared the same. I thought you didn't see me that way." Natasha turned in his arms and was now straddling his lap, both of them moaning when their most inmate parts touched. Her hands cupped his face. "How long?"

He knew exactly what she wanted to know. "I was interested in you since DC, and I knew for sure that I was in love with you when we trained the new Avengers."

She crashed her lips to his. "I think I've loved you since DC, but I didn't know what to do with my love. I've never felt like this before. I did so many mistakes. Trying to be with Bruce..."

"Don't say another man's name while you're naked in my arms!" He growled and hugged her tighter to him, the water swapping over the bath tub.

"I'm yours." She panted. "Only ever been yours. Always will be. I love you!"

"I love you so much." He breathed into her mouth, helping her sink down on him.

The bathroom was a mess with water everywhere. They cleaned up and then got ready for bed. Natasha had changed into a shirt that she had stolen from him approximately three years ago and threw a pair of sweatpants at him. He caught it, but he wasn't going to wear another man's pants-

"They're yours, honey." She gave him a knowing look. "I stole them when we lived at the compound. So relax, Steve." She came over to him and put her hands on his naked chest. "I'd never give you clothes of an ex-lover."

"I'm sorry I'm a jealous ass." He mumbled and kissed her softly.

"No reason to be jealous." She promised and he knew that he could trust her. Their kisses grew deeper and his hand traveled to her mound, but she stopped him. "I'm sore."

He immediately pulled his hand away. "Oh, god. I'm so sorry!" He was a monster, he'd hurt the one person he'd never wanted to-

"Hey, hey." She took his hands and kissed his fingertips. "You did not hurt me! It happens. I haven't had sex in years and well, we had quite a lot in the last 24 hours." She grinned at him. "And it was amazing, and I can't wait to do it again and again. My body just needs some time to get used to getting it that good and often on the regular."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"I know. And you didn't. I'm not in pain. It's a good hurt." She pushed him onto her bed. "It reminds me of you. And how good you make me feel. I can still feel you inside me." She whispered hotly into his ear and he groaned. She was going to kill him. "Let me make you feel good before we go to bed, baby." She sank to the floor to kneel between his legs...

His brain was still mush even after Natasha helped him into his sweatpants and then crawled into bed with him.

"You're so cute." Natasha was hovering over him and kissed the tip of his nose.

"You're a witch." He slurred, his soul slowly returning to his body. She grinned proudly. "A goddess."

"Good to know that you turn into a mumbling mess after a blowjob." She pecked his lips. "Maybe this way I get you to okay the Rogers musical."

"No!" He wrapped his arms around her to trap her. Natasha laughed and got comfortable. "I'll never be on board with that! No matter how talented your mouth is, you minx!"

"None of us want that musical, Stevie!" She touted and pecked his lips. "And I rather use that trick for my own benefits. If I want something shiny..." She joked and rested her head over his heart. He knew that she loved to listen to his heartbeat. It seemed to give her the same comfort that it gave him to hear hers.

"I'll get you anything you want." He promised and she sighed.

"I know. But I don't want anything. Just you."

"You have, sweetheart. Always." He whispered and felt her smile against his skin before her breathing changed and he knew she'd fallen asleep.

It was still dark when Steve woke up the next morning. Natasha was still dead to the world, her body wrapped around his. He ran a hand through her hair and closed his eyes to fall back asleep. He was surrounded by her smell and the sound of her heartbeat and he'd never felt more at home than in this moment.

His eyes shot open when he heard a key. And then the clicking of dog nails on the floor. Yelena was back. Shit. Natasha hadn't told her sister yet about them and Steve wasn't sure how to react. Should he just lie here and wait for Nat to wake up? Climb out of the window? No, that was ridiculous. Should he wake Nat?! But she looked like an angel sleeping like that!

The footsteps were coming closer. A soft knock on the door. "Tasha?" Yelena whispered. Then a pause. "Steve? Can I come in? Please?"

He had no chance to ponder how she knew that he was in her sister's bedroom because she sounded sad. "Come in."

The door opened and Natasha moved, slowly waking up. Fanny pushed her way into the room and jumped onto the bed, pawing at Natasha.

"What?" Nat groaned and sat up. "Wh -Yelena, are you okay?!"

She shook her head and walked to Natasha's side of the bed. She shrugged off her coat and boots. Steve only noticed now that she was still in her pajamas. Yelena lifted the blankets and snuggled against her sister.

He wanted to give the sisters privacy, but Yelena's small hand wrapped itself around his wrist. "Don't go, please. I'm not a freak!"

"I never thought you were." He told her truthfully. Natasha gave him a worried look.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" She asked her little sister softly who shook her head.

"Njet."

"I'm here." Natasha whispered and kissed her sister's head. "We're here. You're not alone."

Yelena nodded and Steve pretended not to see how she wiped a tear away. He had no clue what had happened, but he felt the strong need to protect Yelena. She was a good kid, she did not deserve to get hurt. And someone had hurt her, he knew that.

"Nice pecs." Yelena mumbled into Natasha's shirt. "Is this your first threesome, Steven Rogers?"

He playfully shoved her shoulder and she grinned tiredly. Yes, she was hurt, but she would be okay.

A little bit later Steve was in the kitchen, making breakfast for the three of them after he'd fed Fanny, while the sisters were still in Natasha's bedroom talking about what was bothering Yelena. He was humming to tune out their voices, it wasn't right to listen to their conversation.

Natasha appeared in the kitchen and he heard the shower running. "Thank you." She smiled a little and kissed his cheek.

"For what?"

"For not kicking Yelena out of bed or thinking it was weird."

"She's your sister and she's upset. She needed you. I'd never stand in the way of that. And it wasn't weird." He pulled Natasha to him, his hands resting on her waist. "None of us were naked."

"But still, thank you." She rose to her tiptoes and kissed him sweetly. "You're the best."

He pecked her lips. "Let's hope you still think that after you ate breakfast. It's just scrambled eggs and toast."

Natasha hugged him and rested her chin on his chest to look at him.

"Yelena is okay with me telling you what happened. As you know, she was with her new friend and her friend had invited a couple of other women for a girls night. Yelena was so excited because she never had been to one. One of the women was rude to her. Kept making veiled mean comments about her lack of experience regarding normal things, and this morning she called her a "fucking freak no one wants to be friends with". Yelena's friend kicked the bitch out, but she was still hurt and ran off."

"Wow, what a bitch!" He got angry on Yelena's behalf. She was a kind and funny woman. Of course, people wanted to be friends with her.

"Language!" Yelena came into the kitchen, wearing Nat's bathrobe. Fanny greeted her by nuzzling her hand. She sat down at the kitchen counter and Steve slid a mug of hot chocolate over to her. She gave him a shy smile.

"Now let's eat. I'm hungry!" Natasha kissed Yelena's head and then sat down in front of her breakfast. He'd really hoped there were no egg shells in the scrambled eggs. It wouldn't be the first time...

"Of course you are, after all the sex you had!" Yelena smirked and Steve blushed.

"How did you even know I was here?"

"Your coat and shoes are in the hallway, Captain Oblivious." Yelena replied dryly. Right.