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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There was a lake not far from the farmhouse, where Clint had taught his son to fish. Teaching the young boy the ropes had been a little bit of a challenge, but nothing compared to how difficult had been for the marksmen to teach Natasha what to do.
"Sorry!" She gasped, covering her mouth with her hand as the rod once again whacked Clint round the side of the head.
Watching from where they sat on the grass, Cooper and Lila were in hysterics as their father turned to give the former Russian spy an exasperated look. "Really, Tasha? Is the lake not big enough that you can't aim for it instead of me every time?"
"I'm not aiming at you." Natasha huffed, but there had been no real harshness to her friend's voice. Clint always purposefully tried to ruffle her feathers, and he was one of only a handful of people that could get away with it. The others being members of his family, even though they never really attempted it, and the other was a man known all around the world for carrying a shield. "It's not my fault that you provide such an easy target, Barton."
Clint glared at her good-naturedly. "Concentrate on catching some dinner, kid, before my son comes and shows you up."
Natasha rolled her eyes, but her phone buzzed in her pocket. It was Tony. "I wonder what he wants." She said, showing the screen to Clint.
He simply shrugged. "Best hand over that rod, before you take someone's eye out."
Sticking her tongue out at him, Natasha passed over the equipment that she had somehow managed to make into some kind of battering tool, before heading up the grassy bank to answer the phone. "To what do I owe the pleasure, Tony? I'm a little busy."
"Right, right, with your all so secret mission." Tony's voice sounded in her ear. "I'm sure you're enjoying yourself. You better be back before Friday, Little Red."
Pretending to do nothing about the party, Natasha asked, "And why is that?"
"I'm hosting a little soiree at the tower. A restricted guest list, of course. I know how much you like to dance." Tony said, clearly remembering that over-the-top party he had thrown back when she was pretending to be his assistant. That night felt like a lifetime ago. "Besides, I have a little plan up my sleeve."
That snagged her interest, but she kept her tone neutral as she said, "Tell me more."
"I think our beloved Captain could do with taking the edge off." Tony told her. "Being the oldest virgin in history can't be healthy for a man like Steve."
Natasha almost choked on her own spit. "Excuse me?"
"I'm not saying that I've purposefully invited a selection of women who would definitely be interested in getting to know our star-spangled man with a plan, but…" Tony trailed off, leaving the rest to her to work out.
She clocked on instantly, and her entire body stiffened at even the suggestion of women throwing themselves at her boyfriend. "Steve will kill you." She managed to mutter out, doing her best to keep her voice from sounding like a growl.
"That is exactly why he is not going to find out." Tony said. "I'm not throwing a party so someone can finally deflower Captain America, but it would do him some good, and I only have my friends best interest at heart."
It took all that Natasha had to not explode right there and then, demanding that Tony cancel the party because Steve certainly did not need 'deflowering'. But, she couldn't exactly tell Tony that their 'friend' engaged in sexual activities every single night, with Natasha Romanoff of all people.
Instead, a different thought entered her mind. "I've got to go, Tony. Important mission, and all that." She hung up before he could make any more comments.
Natasha managed to tame that possessive fire that was burning inside her before she returned to the lake.
Looks like she knew exactly when she'd be returning to the tower.
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A week had passed. Seven long days without Natasha, and Steve was positive he was about to go crazy. It hadn't helped that last night, she had sent him a picture of herself wearing just lacey panties, sat on the edge on her bed in a sideways position that meant her raised leg hid her perfect breasts from view, as she took the picture using a mirror.
"Dude, let me in!" Sam's voice echoed from the elevator, waiting for Steve to press the button that allowed the doors to open. Natasha never needed to wait for such a thing, Jarvis knew to always let her into Steve's floor.
Reluctantly trying to forget about the beautiful spy who still hadn't come back yet, Steve reached for the button and allowed his friend to walk in.
Sam, already dressed for tonight, eyed him. "Where's the suit?"
Still in his jeans and casual shirt, Steve said, "I haven't agreed to this, you know."
"Come on, man, it'll be fun. You need fun." Sam told him firmly, flopping down on his couch. "There'll be girls."
Not the girl I want, though Steve thought to himself. He tried to not sound miserable when he replied, "Parties aren't exactly my thing."
"That's because you've never had me with you, as your wing-man." Sam was already flicking through the TV channels, although there was never anything interesting on at the moment. He glanced over his shoulder at Steve, who stood with an impassive look on his face.
"I do not need a wing-man." Steve told him, folding his arms over his chest. He knew the world still considered him a virgin, considering no one knew about him and Natasha. Briefly, he wondered that if Sam knew what he and Natasha had gotten up to on that couch, that he would willingly sit on it.
"Oh, but you do my friend." Sam said with a smirk. "You know who's coming?" When Steve remained silent, he elaborated, "A certain former neighbour of yours. Only now, you know she's definitely not a nurse."
Steve hasn't thought of the blonde agent in a long time. But, Sharon had helped them against Hydra, taking on Rumlow and putting her own life at risk. Still, even though he owed the woman a thank you, Steve wasn't particularly bothered that she'd be making an appearance tonight. Not when his heart was elsewhere…on a mission in the middle of nowhere, it seemed.
But, he could tell that Sam was not going to leave this floor without him, and he could already hear the music start on the upper floors of the tower. With a defeated sigh, he said, "Fine. I'll come. For two hours, and that's it."
Sam grinned triumphantly. "Time to suit up, old man."
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Having never witnessed one of Tony Stark's infamous parties before, Steve hadn't known what to expect. But, as he stepped into the large top floor of the tower, he realised that he would never believe Tony ever again when the billionaire claimed it was a small gathering.
The room was packed with people, as was the balcony outside. The music playing was the type that Steve didn't listen to, but he knew it was the modern hits. A make-shift dance floor had been created on the lower section of the room, where couples and people were swaying and moving to the music. There were small groups dotted around the outskirts of the room, deep in discussion and laughing.
Somewhere, in all this noise and business, Steve could hear Tony's drunk laugh.
"Come on, let's get a drink." Sam said, patting Steve on the back before leading the way over to the bar. The grin on Sam's face showed just how happy he was to be doing something sociable and normal, and Steve instantly felt guilty for being such a grump on the way up here. Sam had given up his steady, normal life when he had aligned himself with Steve and Natasha, so he probably had assumed parties would not be on the cards for a long time. The least Steve could do was not sulk the entire time.
The bartender, a complete stranger to both of them, looked up as they approached. She was young, with long dark hair and a pretty smile, and her hazel eyes took them in, either not noticing that she was in fact staring, or not caring. "What can I get you, boys?" She asked, battering her eyelids.
"Two beers, please." Steve answered, as they stood at the end of the counter. The girl placed two bottles in front of them, and when Steve dipped his head in thanks, she giggled a little too enthusiastically before darting off to serve someone else.
Sam looked expectantly at Steve, and when nothing was said, he sighed, "Nothing?"
"If you're just going to try to set me up with any woman that so much as looks at me, I'm leaving." Steve warned him. He'd improve his mood, but he certainly was not going to entertain Sam's offer of having a wing-man. Not when it was a complete waste of both of their time.
Sam huffed. "Look, it's the nurse. What did you say her name was?"
"Sharon." Sharon Carter. Truthfully, Steve hadn't really thought of Peggy in a long time. When he did, he wasn't hit with a stab of sadness. The last time he had spoken to Peggy had been before everything with Bucky had occurred, when given him the courage to go after what he wanted most. Should he go and visit her? Peggy hadn't exactly known Bucky all that well, but perhaps she could help them figure this mess out?
No. He mentally shook himself for even thinking such a thing. Peggy had lived a long, no doubt stressful life as a former SHIELD Director. She certainly did not need to be dragged back into all this. Besides, her memory was definitely not the same anymore. It wouldn't be fair to get her involved. But, he did make a mental note to go and see her soon, to thank her for giving him the kick up the arse he needed.
Steve didn't even look to where Sam was now waving, but soon enough, the agent joined them, looking somewhat nervously.
"Hey," She said, her eyes flickering to Steve almost instantly. Knowing that she didn't deserve his dull mood either, Steve offered her a small smile.
Having noticed this and taking the wrong impression from it, Sam said, "Hang on, I'll be right back." It was clear he had no intention of rushing back any time soon, but he darted off because Steve could shoot him a warning glance. There was no way that Sam had actually seen someone worth going off to speak with, because Sam didn't actually know anyone at this party apart from Steve and Tony.
Alone with just Sharon, Steve swallowed and asked, "How have you been?"
It was strange, to look at someone who shared blood with the woman who had meant so much to him - who still meant so much. Had Peggy told her stories of him, of their brief time together before the ice?
"I've been good," She replied. "You?"
"Yeah, good." He had no idea what else to say to her. What else was there to say? Thank you for being an undercover agent and keeping an eye on me, even though it didn't stop that whole mess with Fury? Sorry that I sound like I don't want to be here, but it's because I was dragged up here. Definitely not. "How is everything with work?"
"Chaotic," She answered, but she seemed relieved that he had at least attempted to keep their conversation from ending too short. "The whole thing with Hydra has been a pain to clean up, but we're getting there. It's just about learning who you can really trust."
Steve took a sip of his beer. "You were brave to stand up to Rumlow as you did." It was true, and he was only being honest. She had been brave, in doing what she did. It was clear that she had inherited the same courage that had been crystal clear in Peggy, too. But, he didn't want to start comparing the two women. It didn't matter how similar they were.
But, her cheeks turned slightly pink from his praise. "I was just doing my job." She said, and then added, "You're a great guy, Steve. I wanted to help you."
Feeling slightly uncomfortable at the way she was gazing at him, he cleared his throat and said, "Thank you. I appreciate it."
Sharon shuffled closer to him, ever so slightly, but enough for the scent of jasmine to hit his nose. It was so different from the citrus smell he was used to, not nearly as strong and addictive. "Do you fancy a dance?" She tilted her head towards the dance floor.
"Oh," He looked over to where the couples and groups were dancing to a particular rowdy song. "I don't dance. Sorry." Feeling bad, he added, "Perhaps, when Sam comes back, he'll dance with you?"
She laughed nervously. "It isn't your friend that I was interested in dancing with, Steve."
Before Steve could even splutter out another sentence, someone cleared their throat behind them. The noise was unmistakable familiar, and when he looked over his shoulder, his eyes landed on the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.
Natasha's red hair was curled, framing her face and making her green eyes look even richer in colour. She'd done her make-up, subtle but still enough to draw every set of eyes in the room to her whenever she so much as moved an inch. The dress that she wore could hardly be considered a dress; cutting off above mid-thigh and hugging tightly to her slender frame, it showed off a very generous amount of leg.
She looked Sharon over once, as if remembering exactly who she was, before her expectant eyes turned to Steve, who was completely lost for words at the sight of her. "This seat taken?" She asked, blinking innocently.
As his ability to speak had been successfully rendered to nothing, Steve could only smile as Natasha sat down beside him, not waiting for clarification on the ownership of the bar stool. Even if someone had been sat there and was planning on returning shortly, Natasha probably wouldn't have taken much notice.
"Agent Romanoff," Sharon greeted her with a smile. "It's good to see you."
"Likewise," Natasha responded, and although her tone was nice enough, it didn't hold the same amount of friendliness that Sharon's had.
Almost as if sensing that her presence wasn't necessary, Sharon quickly said, "I better go and find my friends. I'll see you around, Steve." Her eyes lingered on his face a little too long, and Steve's hearing picked up a growl from the woman beside him as the blonde agent turned on her heels and disappeared into the crowd. Only his super-solider hearing had enabled him to here it, and he was glad that the noise went unnoticed by the agent. He didn't want Sharon to feel uncomfortable.
When Steve turned to stand facing Natasha, she looked up at him and tilted her head to one side, "Did I interrupt something?" Her blunt question made him pause, his smile twitching slightly in the corners as he tried to contain his amusement as he picked up on her behaviour.
Was Natasha Romanoff jealous? Steve had no idea wherever to be slightly offended that she seemed to assume that he had been encouraging Sharon's flirty comments - because they had been flirty, right? - or extremely turned on. He decided that he was most definitely leaning more towards the second option.
"You're back." He stated, and instantly swatted himself mentally for saying something so obvious. But, he could barely think straight, as his eyes took in as much of her as they could. A week had been far too long.
The corner of her mouth twitched. "Tony rang me and told me all about his secret agenda to have Captain America deflowered tonight by one of the guests." She said, keeping her voice low, even though everyone around them was either far too drunk or distracted by the music to listen to them. "Should I go and tell him that it's pointless, seeing as you are certainly not innocent any more. Or, would you prefer to continue chatting away with Kate - oh, no sorry, I meant Sharon."
Instantly, his gaze shot across the dancefloor, trying to find Tony so he could pummel him for such a plan. But, then he turned his full attention back to Natasha and said, "You're the only person I want to spend tonight with." He assured her. "And every night after that."
She leaned back in her chair slightly, the movement drawing his attention to her chest, which was mostly covered by the neckline of her dress. But, when you knew what lay underneath, like he did, it was hard not to think about it. "Are you sure about that? She seemed like she was having a lovely time."
"Why don't we leave and I'll show you how you're the only woman I want?" He suggested.
For a moment, she looked tempted to take up his offer, but this was the Black Widow. She liked playing games, especially with him. So, she licked her lips slowly, and his eyes tracked the movement. "Hmm, I think I fancy a dance." Slowly, she got to her feet. "Are you going to join me?"
He swallowed. Not because of the fact he had just turned down Sharon's offer and he didn't want to be rude. But, if he danced with Natasha, he knew he wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself, and with everyone around…
"Hey, Nat!" Sam greeted her as he appeared at Steve's side, a new bottle of beer in his hands and a large grin on his face. "Fancy seeing you here."
Natasha flashed him a playful grin. "I couldn't resist a party."
"How was the mission?" Sam asked.
Right, the mission. Steve had almost forgotten all about it, as he'd barely just gotten over the shock of seeing her again. She looked fine. Not a single hair was out of place. Perhaps, it really had been a boring assignment.
There was a gleam in Natasha's eyes, but it had disappeared almost as soon as Steve blinked. "Dull," She replied. "It's good to be home." She glanced at Steve one more time before declaring, "I'll see you two on the dancefloor?"
"You can count on it." Sam told her, and the spy gave them a wink before she headed off.
Steve knew that the sway of her hips were completely intentional. Powerless against her, he watched her walk away until she disappeared into the crowd of dancers.
"What happened with Sharon?" Sam asked. "I set you up, and then only minutes later I see her walking off like a puppy you just kicked to the curb."
Wincing, Steve couldn't help but feel bad, taking his eyes off the dance floor. He hadn't meant to hurt Sharon's feelings. "I just...she's a lovely girl, don't get me wrong, but I-"
"Look, man, if you don't feel it, you don't feel it. Simple as." Sam said with a shrug. "I just...I guess I was just curious. I want you to be happy."
I am happy, though, Steve thought. Very, very happy. I just can't tell anyone why. "I know, Sam. I appreciate the thought."
Satisfied enough with that answer, Sam asked, "Dancefloor?"
"I really don't dance." It wasn't entirely an excuse. Steve had no idea how to dance, let alone to these modern day songs. A simple box-step certainly was not what was happening on that dance floor right now.
The dance floor which his girlfriend, who he couldn't tell if she was pissed off at him right now, had gone off to.
"One song," Steve conditioned.
Grinning, Sam set his bottle down at the bar and the two of them headed onto the lower floor. They were almost instantly surrounded by people, some stumbling from the effects of their drinks, others singing loudly to the lyrics but hardly getting the words right.
"Fellas!" Tony appeared out of thin air, attempting to wrap his arm around Steve's shoulders, but the height difference got in the way, so the billionaire had to perch onto his tip-toes. Steve realised pretty quickly that he was the only thing that was keeping Tony from probably stumbling over. "So glad you could make it! Enjoying the night?"
"So far so good," Sam answered for them. "You throw a good party, Stark."
Stark lifted his glass in agreement. "The best in the city." He boasted. "Little Red is clearly having a good time."
As Tony pointed further into the crowd, Steve's eyes instantly landed on his girlfriend. She danced to the music with perfect timing, and when she caught him looking, she exaggerated the swish of her hips. That dress of hers rode further up her legs slightly as she moved, and the smile on her face was dazzlingly. Every male on that dance floor was drooling over her, and that made an unfamiliar feeling pool in Steve's stomach.
Perhaps, he could get jealous just as quickly as she could.
But, he couldn't exactly walk right up to her and kiss her so hard that everyone in the entire room would see that she was his. Even though in that very moment, he wanted nothing more than that body of hers against his.
Suddenly, Tony was calling for her, beckoning her over and spilling some of his drink down the arm of his tailored suit in the process. "My darling Red, it seems our old-fashion friend here needs to learn to loosen up." He told her, his words slurring as he patted Steve on the shoulder.
Natasha grinned, that playful glint in her eye making Steve go crazy. "I agree, Tony."
"Be a gem and help him out." Tony told her, giving him a wink before he slung his other arm around Sam. "Sam, old buddy old pal, come with me. I have a few people who'd love to meet you."
Steve had never been more thankful to Tony in his life as the drunk billionaire led their friend away, leaving him alone with his troublesome girlfriend.
"Does Tony know about us?" He asked her.
She giggled, but said, "No. But, even if he's managed to piece things together, his hang-over tomorrow will wipe it from his brain." She said, and a second later, her hands were gliding down his arms, feeling the muscles that coiled beneath his skin. "Hmm, he was right. You are a little tense."
"You want to know why?" Steve asked, his hands going to her waist and pulling her closer. Everyone around them was far too busy to pay them any attention, but he was careful to avoid his hands wandering to where they wanted to go; her round, barely covered ass. "My girlfriend shows up after being away for an entire week, wearing a dress that is absolutely sinful on her perfect body, and she just leaves me sat at the bar like a drooling foul?"
Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she fought against the smile that was starting to appear on her face. "I offered you to dance with me." She reminded him.
"You and I know both know that's not what I want to do with you right now." He growled, his mouth so close to his ear that he knew she'd shiver as his breath tickled her. She did, and he felt it against his hands. "Did you not miss me, Natasha?"
She gasped slightly, clearly surprised by just how bold he was being, and at just how great her name sounded when it was growled from his lips like that. "Patience is a virtue." It sounded as if the words had been hard for her to say, and he grinned, his lips brushing against the side of her throat. The scent of citrus hit him instantly.
"A virtue I have plenty of," Steve assured her.
"Oh, really?" She pulled away to meet his gaze, her own emerald gaze sparking with mischief. "So, does this mean you'll dance with me?"
He glanced around them, wanting to make sure one last time that they weren't drawing attention to themselves. But, as he had known, the people around them could barely see straight. "If I agree, what do I get in return?"
Smiling, she reached up to whisper in his ear, "One dance, and then you can take me to bed and show me just how much you missed me." She promised, and then added, "I'm not wearing any panties, Rogers."
That piece of information did unspeakable things to him, and it took all his self control to prevent himself from picking her up and carrying her to the elevator regardless of who saw them. God, it was torture enough that he couldn't even kiss her right now, let alone for her tease him so awfully.
But, Natasha turned around in his arms, pressing back against him. Her back lined up with his chest, and her hips rubbed against his. Knowing that she could feel every part of him, he kept his hands on her waist and squeezed.
"Listen to the music, Steve." She whispered, tilting her head back so it lay against his shoulder as she stayed to sway her body. "Let it move you."
Seeing as most of his attention was on the woman in his arms, Steve couldn't care less about the music, but he tried, because he knew she wanted him to. Besides, it was certainly enjoyable, having Natasha so close to him once again.
Natasha grinned, a huntress which had just captured her prey at last. Her hands reached behind her, running up the side of his neck and tingling through his hair, and when his head dropped to her neck, her breathing quickened.
Unable to go another second without tasting her, Steve sucked at her pulsepoint. From their position in the middle of the dancefloor, they were perfectly concealed by all the couples around them.
When the song came to an end, Steve took her earlobe in between his teeth and nibbled gently. "What do you want to do now, Natasha?" He whispered, leaving it up to her to decide.
She looked at him through the corner of her eyes. "What I want to do, Steve, is something we probably shouldn't do on this dancefloor."
That was all the invitation he needed. He squeezed her waist before letting her go. She smirked at him before taking his hand and practically dragging him towards the elevator. No one noticed, and in all honesty, he didn't really care if they did.
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Seeing Sharon Carter practically throwing herself at Steve at the bar had ignited a fire inside Natasha that she had never felt before. Jealousy certainly was not a trait that she had ever experienced before, because quite frankly, she'd never had someone to get jealous over. The men in her past had been simple flings, ways to keep her from getting bored and to scratch an itch she didn't want to fulfill by herself. But, Steve was her boyfriend. He was hers. So, even though Sharon Carter was completely oblivious to the fact that Steve was off limits, it hadn't stopped Natasha from interrupting their conversation.
She trusted Steve, but there was still that niggling feeling inside her that feared that one day, he'd realise that he deserved so much more than her. Sharon Carter was a lovely woman, attractive and kind, without a dark past burdening her. But, even though Natasha knew she was a decent enough human, she still hadn't liked how close Carter had been to Steve.
Such thoughts disappeared from her mind the moment Steve pinned her to the wall as they stumbled into his floor, their lips having not broken apart since the elevator doors had concealed them from the party. Her mouth was now swollen and she was panting, but whenever he pulled away to give her a chance to breath, she had just pulled his head back down to hers and claimed his lips all over again.
"You are so beautiful, Nat." He whispered against her mouth, his tongue licking his way inside.
Opening up to him, Natasha got to work on shoving his jacket off his shoulders. He'd looked so good in a suit that the temptation to kiss him at the bar when she had first entered the party had been almost overpowering. Now, she was ready to release all that built up suspense and passion that she had managed to contain whilst teasing him on that dance floor.
It didn't take long for his hand to slip between her legs and stroke her wet folds. He groaned when he found out she hadn't been lying about the lack of underwear, which had been completely purposeful. She had arrived an hour before the party had started, making sure she told Jarvis to keep her return quiet. She'd quickly found this dress, knowing that it was short enough to drive Steve crazy, but it was also one of her favourites.
Now, as his fingers thrust inside her, she whimpered as pleasure consumed her body. "More, Steve." She practically begged him, and he granted her wish, adding a third finger. She was so wet that he slid in and out with ease.
He moaned against her throat, his hand gliding down her neck, gently pressing her head to one side to get a better angle. Whilst his mouth and hand worshipped her, she quickly decided that undoing the buttons on his shirt would take far too long. Gripping the material in her hands, she ripped it in two, prizing it from his body as easily as if it was made of sandpaper.
The growl that sounded from his chest was enough to tell her that he thoroughly approved of her method, and her hands danced over his abs. Really, was it any wonder that Sharon Carter wanted him? Any woman would crave him, especially once they found out just how much of a gentleman he was.
But, Natasha was the only one who knew both the gentleman side to him and the beast in the sheets that he became when he was with her. She fully intended on being the only woman to ever experience that side of him.
It didn't take long before her climax found her, and the waves that shook through her entire body proved just how much she had been looking forward to this. She trembled against him, practically crumpling against him as her legs struggled to keep her up.
Then, when Steve raised his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean, she almost came again.
Watching the effect his action was having on her, he kissed her. "You taste so good, sweetheart." He breathed out, his hands going to her rounded bottom and grasping it. "God, Natasha, I need you."
"I'm all yours." She promised him, as her own body burned for him.
As always, there was a dark gleam of possessive fire in his eyes at her words. Steve picked her up, hands remaining on her ass as she wrapped her legs around him and he carried her into the bedroom, throwing her down onto the bed.
He crawled over her body, nipping and sucking at the area of ehr chest that was not covered by her dress. Due to the fact she was lying on her back, her breasts bunched up slightly, and his tongue lapped at the curves on display to him. "I'm going to fuck you so hard that you forget your own name." He told her, biting her soft skin slightly. Natasha's eyes rolled back at his words. "I'm going to make you moan so loudly that every man that had dared even look at you tonight knows that you are mine."
She purred, grasping his hair tightly and bringing his lips up to hers, devouring his mouth. "You promise?" She asked mischievously.
Soon enough, her dress was off her body. Steve hadn't clawed it off her as she had done with his shirt, and she knew it was because he had known it was one of her favourites. She tugged his trousers and boxers off, grasping his beautiful length in her hand as she directed it to her entrance.
In one swift movement of his hips, Steve was inside her, and his pace was punishable fast from the start. The sound of their slapping skin and their heavy breathing filled the room, constantly interrupted by her moaning and his growling as he thrusted. Each time he pulled out, he dragged out the action, almost leaving her completely, before he rammed back in even deeper.
He'd never taken her with such ferocious need before, and she was definitely enjoying every minute of it. Her nails clawed at his back, determined to leave marks that would still be there in the morning. She raised her legs, her feet interlocking against his ass as she pushed him into her even more.
"Fuck me, Steve." She whimpered into his ear. "I'm so close already, baby."
Although 'baby' was definitely a new one, Steve almost fell apart at the word. His hips increased their pace even more, driving deeper, hitting further inside her, stretching her with his size. Natasha clenched around him, and he gasped at the sensation.
"You're mine." He groaned out, his mouth kissing her everywhere and anywhere that he could reach.
"Only yours," She somehow managed to say, as her every last nerve in her body was on edge, ready to give in to the overwhelming pleasure that was building up inside her. With each strong thrust of his body into hers, she was drawing closer and closer to that release. "Only you, Steve. I only want you." Forever.
Another growl erupted from him, and she knew that he wasn't far from his own orgasm.
A few seconds later, and she was falling apart around him, moaning out his name and begging for him to let go with her. Unable to hold off any longer, he spilled inside her, remaining exactly where he was for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of her fluttering around him far too much to want to leave her.
When he did pull out, he fell to her side, lying on his back as his chest heaved. "I told you I missed you." He said, once he had his breath back.
She turned to look at him, taking in the sweat that coated his forehead and the satisfied smile on his lips. "Oh, I'm not done with you yet, Rogers." She informed him.
He laughed, but that laughter turned into a low moan as Natasha moved to straddle him, rubbing against him and coating him in their mixed juices. Sure enough, it didn't take long before she felt him stirring underneath him. Once again, she found herself thanking that super-soldier serum that bumped through his body.
Their next round was considerably slower, as they took their time with one another. Natasha rode him until her approaching release made it almost impossible to concentrate on keeping a rhythm, so Steve had flipped them over and brought them both over the edge whilst whispering sweet nothings in her ear about how amazing she was.
Both sated for the meantime, Natasha snuggled into his side and laid her head on his chest, her finger tracing invisible patterns and swirls over his skin.
"You're incredibly sexy when you're jealous, you know." Steve told her softly, and she felt his lips brush against her hair. "I mean, you're sexy all the time, but-"
"You're lucky you just rocked my world, Rogers, otherwise I'd be inclined to kill you for that."
He chuckled at the threat. "You know you were jealous."
Tilting her head up to look at him, she knew she couldn't even try to pretend that it wasn't true. "I don't like sharing, especially when it comes to you." She said, a quiet, threatening growl behind her words.
"Trust me, sweetheart, the feelings are mutual." He said, and she remembered the look on his face when he had seen her on the dance floor, with every man watching her. She hadn't cared for them one little bit. They were simply shapes in the background, blurred with unimportance. There was only one man that she ever noticed.
"Please try not to get yourself signed up to any more missions for a little while." Steve requested. She knew that he wasn't being serious, because she knew that he would never stand in the way of her and a job, as he would never want to make her feel as if he didn't believe in her ability as an agent. Still, the fact he cared about her so much warmed her heart in a way she never thought anyone would ever be able to make her feel.
She kissed his chest to show how much she appreciated his concern. "I'll try my hardest. I missed you too, you know. I didn't think it would be so hard to leave you behind, but it was."
Even though she'd had the best time away with Clint and his family, but he didn't know that. Steve believed she had been away in some far off country, cleaning up after SHIELD and being unable to discuss it with him. She still felt guilty for lying to him, but it wasn't because she wanted to. If it kept Barton's family safe, she'd do anything.
It wasn't that she didn't trust Steve. She trusted him with her life, and she knew that he would never willingly tell anyone about Clint's family, but it was too great a risk. What if one day, Hydra got their hands on Steve and combed through his memories? No, Clint had put his trust in her all those years ago, and she couldn't risk sharing the secret with anyone, even Steve. It was Clint's secret to tell.
"I'm glad that I wasn't the only one going crazy." Steve said, his hand rubbing her back slowly. "That picture you sent me, by the way, was practically cruel."
She smirked. "Well, I won't do it again then, if it made you so unhappy."
Instantly, he growled in protest. "You know exactly what I meant, Natasha." She loved it when he said her name with that tone, the one that implied that he was ready to take her once again. "As much as I appreciated the photo, I much prefer having the real thing back in my bed."
"You sex pest." She teased, unable to prevent herself from giggling at the fact.
"A sex pest you created." He reminded her, and she grinned from ear to ear at just how comfortable he was around her. Those words he had spoken earlier rang through her mind, just how dirty and untamed they had been. A beast in the sheets indeed.
But, Steve then brought her even closer to him. "As mind-blowing and extraordinary our sex life is, I would also happily spend every night on that couch, watching films and eating food together, talking and falling asleep together."
"So would I," She told him, and she meant it completely. Any moment she shared with him was one that she cherished. "The sex is just an added bonus. An extremely amazing bonus, all the same." To emphasise her point, her hand moved down his body and took hold of him. Already, he was standing on alert, and he hissed at her cold touch. "After all, it would be such a terrible shame to waste this."
"Nat," Steve gasped out, as her hand started moving up and down around him.
Smirking, Natasha positioned herself so she sat straddling his knees. Deciding her man definitely deserved something special after she'd left him for an entire week, she took him in her mouth and listened as the great Captain America was reduced to a writhing, moaning mass of muscle and desire.
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I think Jealous Nat and Jealous Steve may have to come into play a bit more later on...
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