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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Natasha in her wedding dress had been the most breath-taking sight that Steve had ever seen, and he captured it in his memory as she walked down the aisle towards him. He was pretty sure he was standing there with his mouth open, while Bucky gave him an encouraging pat on the back.
The location of the ceremony was simply stunning; right at the very top of the palace, where the view of Wakanda and the setting sun stretched out behind them. Decorated beautifully with white roses, the space was truly captivating. But, as any surroundings did whenever Natasha was around, everything else apart from her blurred into the background as Steve's eyes remained on her face. She was glowing, his favourite smile in the entire world spreading across her face as her eyes never once moved from his.
As she joined him, she held her hands out, and he took them within his own, squeezing. Her skin felt warm under his, and brought with it that familiar wave of comfort that her presence always gave him. With her finally with him, he was capable of breathing once again.
Whilst T'Challa started the ceremony, Steve's eyes never once left Natasha's face, and hers remained on his. T'Challa's voice rumbled around them, stoic and calming, and it felt as if the entire kingdom was silent as they listened.
When it came to the vows, Steve had been slightly worried that he'd stumble on his words, or find another way to mess it up. But, now that Natasha stood in front of him, his racing heart still allowed him to speak fluidly. Despite the fact they were joined by the Royals and Bucky, she was the only person in his world. "Natasha Romanoff, when I first met you, I'm not embarrassed to admit that you intimidated me." Behind him, he heard Bucky chuckle, and the corner of Natasha's smile flicked up in amusement. "I remember that I could barely speak, because I had no idea how to behave around someone so beautiful, so powerful. From that very first meeting, you intrigued me. Throughout what happened in New York, you continued to surprise me, with your boldness and courage, how you fought with everything you had and didn't once back down. Every day we've spent together since then, you've continued to inspire me. I have never met anyone - man or woman - who matches you on bravery, on kindness, or integrity. When we got assigned to work together as partners, I was worried that you'd feel as if you'd been lumbered with me. So, I trained harder. Looking back now, it wasn't just because I didn't want to get shown up on the field. It was because I wanted to impress you. I wanted to show you that I was deserving to work with you."
Her beautiful eyes seemed to glisten, and he could tell she was holding back tears. Natasha never cried in front of people, so he gave her hands another squeeze, just to show her that it was okay. He felt her squeeze his hands back, as a thank you.
"You are the strongest person I've ever met, and although my feelings for you started way before, it wasn't until after you truly opened up and told me about your past that I realised I loved you, and that I wanted to spend the rest of my life loving you." He went on. "The first time I kissed you - properly -" They both laughed softly at that. "I remember thinking that I never wanted to stop. I don't think I would have, if we hadn't been interrupted. I remember feeling that if the end of the world came for me, that I would fight with everything I had, because I wanted a future with you. The months in which you were away where the longest months of my life. I missed you, every single day. Then, when you came back and you showed me that piece of yourself that no one gets to see, I realised just how much I needed you in my life. Every day since then, I've woken up and not been able to work out how I got so lucky, but I promise you, I will love you until my last breath."
A tear slid down her cheek, and he gently brushed it away with his thumb, cupping her face with one hand gently as she swallowed, lowering her eyes slightly as she prepared herself for her own vows. His heart was beating so loudly in his chest that he was convinced everyone else could hear it, that the whole kingdom below them knew it's rhythm, but he didn't care. All that mattered was the woman in front of him, who was about to open her soul to him one more time.
"Steve," Her eyes returned to his, steady and determined, but shining with so much affection and warmth that he almost melted right there. "All my life, I convinced myself I was not worthy of love. I decided long ago that it was for children. A weakness. As I grew up, that theory became a belief, a way of looking at the world. It drained everything of it's colour and it's meaning. But, I had no reason to look at things any differently. I became a shell of a person, something that was created by the hands of others."
He was slightly surprised that she was so willing to speak, even if indirectly, about the Red Room when they were in the presence of others. But, he quickly realised that for her, he was the only person who was there, just like it was for him with her. Natasha's raised chin and glowing eyes showed just how much she'd healed from her past.
"You know, when I first met you, I prepared myself for the person I thought you were going to be. Captain America. The country's greatest hero. I expected an arrogant, big-headed fool who would demand to be listened to and followed without question. I couldn't have been more wrong. The more I got you know you, the more my feelings started to grow. It wasn't until that bunker, with Zola, that I realised that the reason I was scared wasn't for my own safety, but because I couldn't bare the thought of something happening to you. I think you became the most important person in my life a lot sooner than I ever realised."
"It was so easy to fall in love with you, even though I tried to stop myself. You're so kind, so much so that it used to be easier to pretend that it irritated me, rather than admit that I admired you for it. But, what scared me the most, was that you could look at me, after learning all my demons, and nothing changed in the way you saw me. You saw me for the person I was trying so hard to be, and I don't think you realise just how much I love you for that. You've helped me discover who I truly am, and for the first time in my life, I truly took my future in my own hands. That's all because of you, of your unwavering support and belief in me."
He smiled at her, as the warmness in his chest spread through his entire body. Perhaps, she wouldn't be the only one crying today.
"You drive me insane, there's no question about it." She went on. "But, there's so much about you that I admire, that inspires me every single day to be the best person I can be, to be someone worthy of you. I love you so much, Steve, and that doesn't scare me as it first did. You showed me that love really is not a weakness. It can be the greatest strength in the entire world, and because of you, I can finally understand that. You've brought colour and meaning into my life. You are my entire life, and I love you with everything that I am."
He wasn't embarrassed by the tears that wetted his own cheeks as her words sank in. It was all it took for him not to encircle his arms around her and pull her against him and never let go. Even as they slipped the wedding bands onto each others fingers - golden bands forged by the greatest jeweller in Wakanda - Steve's entire body tingled.
T'Challa dipped his head. "True love is the most powerful weapon in the world, and both of you are blessed to have found it. I, T'Challa King of Wakanda, am honoured to pronounce you as husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride, Captain."
Even as T'Challa announced that, Steve couldn't quite believe that this was actually happening. His hands moved to Natasha's waist just as she eagerly stepped closer. Smiling, he leaned down and kissed her, hoping to portray exactly how he felt in that kiss, and Natasha responded with the same amount of passion and devotion.
Not even Bucky dared cough to signal that the kiss may have lasted a little longer than the ceremony decreed.
As their lips finally parted for air, Steve rested his forehead against hers and gazed down at her as if she was the setting sun itself. Eyes glistening, Natasha tilted her head slightly to brush her nose across his, making them both laugh gently.
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After the ceremony, they had dined with the royal family and Bucky, sharing stories and laughter until their stomachs were at the point of bursting. Then, as night came to fall upon Wakanda, Steve and Natasha made their way back to their apartment, arms linked as they wandered the brightly lit city.
Natasha still wore her dress, but Steve had given her his jacket to keep her from feeling the chill of the night air. She leaned against him, her head on his upperarm, and he couldn't remember a time where he had felt so happy.
Although she should have expected as much from him, Natasha squealed in surprise as she was lifted up into her husband's arms and carried over the threshold of the apartment. Seeing the expression on her face, Steve chuckled deeply and explained, "I'm a sucker for tradition." Natasha was more than happy with the kiss that she recieved as she was carried towards their bedroom.
Gently, he placed her feet on the ground, his lips moving to map along her jaw and down her throat as his hands glided up and down softly, feeling the delicate material of the dress under his touch. "You are so beautiful, Nat." He whispered against her, whilst his fingers roamed around her waist. "So beautiful."
Tilting her head, Natasha gladly exposed more of her neck to his appreciative mouth. Her hands knotted through his hair, her nails scratching against his scalp even though she was more than aware that he had no intention on stopping. "I'm all yours. Forever."
The answering growl she received was evident to just how much he enjoyed hearing those words. It wasn't a possessive, territorial growl. It was warm and loving, and it sent shivers down her spine at the sound of it. "As I am yours." He returned, and she too smiled at the reminder.
His fingers found the zip of her dress, dancing around it as he claimed, "As stunning as this dress really is, I'd quite like it off your body."
"Of course you would," Natasha grinned, but she made no protest as he slowly eased the zipper down, knowing he'd be careful. Just as she suspected, Steve gently eased the dress down her body, so it pooled at her feet. As he brought his mouth on a downward trail between her breasts and down her stomach, he knelt down and picked up the dress, gently placing it on the small chair to his left, beside the long mirror.
When Steve got to her shapely thighs, his hands glided over the muscles of her legs, finishing on her rounded ass as his teeth sank into the lace of her white panties. Any giggles that had formed at the thought of Captain America doing such a dirty, sexy action died in Natasha's throat as she watched him drag her underwear down with his teeth, a moan of desire escaping her at the sight.
Standing, Steve returned his mouth to hers, as his fingers worked on the final piece of clothing covering her body. Soon enough, the pretty bralet that she was quite fond of joined her panties on the floor, and Natasha stood bare in front of the hungry eyes of her husband. Husband. She still couldn't believe it.
As they kissed, Natasha set to work on his own clothes, wanting to see him naked just as eagerly. She shoved his shirt off his body once the buttons were undone, not wanting to be ungrateful to the fact the Royal family had gifted them with their wedding attire. But, the clothes were in the way of what she wanted, so she didn't mind getting them off him as soon as possible. Once Steve's own clothes were no more than a pile at their feet as well, Natasha wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled their bodies close, as close as they could go.
Steve groaned against her mouth, walking her backwards until her legs hit the end of the bed. As she fell down onto the soft sheets, her grip around his neck didn't loosen, therefore pulling him down against her. Hovering above her with his weight supported by his hands, Steve's tongue thrust its way inside her mouth, somehow managing to be demanding and yet soft a the same time.
Although neither of them particularly needed the foreplay to get themselves ready, the newly married couple were in no rush tonight. Therefore, Steve's head soon found it's way between her legs, leaving Natasha as a writhing and whimpering mess above him as her fingers tugged on his hair. It had grown considerably recently, and she wondered if he'd let it grow out soon. Such thoughts were driven from her mind with another flick of his talented tongue. Within minutes, her organism was shaking her body and she was falling apart as he continued to drive her over the edge, so much so that when her head was thrown back into the pillows, she was convinced that he had made her see stars.
When Natasha flipped them over and lowered her mouth down onto him, Steve had to grip into the sheets to be able to contain himself. His desire and love for his wife was always present, but when she did this to him, it was a wonder that he was able to maintain any self control. He looked down, the sight before him making him moan her name as she slowly but surely guided him to his own release. As soon as her hand joined the mix, working so perfectly in time with her tongue, Steve came so violently that his entire body shook.
With a triumphant grin on her face, Natasha worked her way back up his body, leaving small bites and kisses as she went, before she kissed him. The taste of himself didn't bother him, instead it awoke that alpha-male inside him that loved the fact her mouth tasted just like him.
Natasha's mouth ghosted around his ear as she asked softly, "What do you want, Steve?" The little minx knew exactly what he wanted. The evidence of his desire was currently poking into her inner thigh, so close to where she was waiting for him, but she would forever enjoy the game of teasing with him.
His hand fisted into her dark red hair as he brought her lips back to his hungrily. "I want to be inside you, Natasha. I want to be buried so deep inside you when I come, and I want to feel you clench around me so tightly as you loose yourself." He informed her, his words merely more than a growl. "I want to make love to my wife."
His wife. Natasha shivered in anticipation and joy, and she doubted that she would ever get tired of being reminded that they were now married. She purred, actually purred, against his lips as she lined herself up with him, sinking down on his large length. She moved slowly, letting him fill her inch by inch, so she felt every bit of him move inside her. She bit at his lower lip as she finally drove him to the hilt inside her, and Steve's tongue pushed it's way into her mouth without meeting any restraint.
But, this wasn't what he had said, and although he would certainly not protest to her being on top next time, he wanted to be the one controlling the pace. He needed to be the one bringing her to her release, because if she continued to ride him, he would surely loose all his control right there. So, his hands gripped her waist and he flipped them over, moving his hips instantly so any argument that was about to come out of her mouth died in her throat.
Her nails clawed down his back as he set a slow pace, his hips powerful as he moved in and out. "Oh, Steve, yes!" She kept chanting in his ear, her breath hitching every time he surged back inside her. Her feet locked behind the backs of his legs, her hips rising to meet his with every single thrust, never once missing a beat.
As he continued, Steve couldn't forget the sight of her walking down to him in that dress. He couldn't forget the words of her vows, and how she had looked up at him as if he really was the greatest person in the world. Her heart belonged to him, just as much as his was hers, forever. Feeling an overwhelming feeling of gratitude and love for her, Steve increased the speed of his hips.
Natasha's lips found their way to the junction of his neck and shoulder, and when he felt her teeth sink into his skin, it was all he could manage to not unravel there and then.
"Come for me, Natasha." Steve whispered into her ear, biting at the lobe, gently enough so it didn't hurt, but with enough pressure that it drew out another moan from her. "Come with me, Mrs Rogers."
At the sound of her new name, Natasha lost any grip on her release that she had left. With a long whimper, she fell over the edge, waves upon waves of her delicious orgasm surging through her as she came apart around him. Her walls clenched, desperate to keep hold of him, and Steve continued with his thrusts, riding her through her release so wonderfully that Natasha could barely remember to breathe.
"Now it's your turn." She reminded him, the words coming out in pants as oxygen fought to return to her lungs. Her body felt like it had turned to mush, but Steve continued to move in and out of her, and her hips continued to rise up to meet him. "Come, baby. Please, let go."
With one final surge, Steve gave in to his needs, continuing to moan out her name as his hips rose up and down a few more times. Once a few moments had passed, and both of them could think straight, Steve pulled out of her with a kiss to her lips before flopping down at her side.
"How do we get better every time?" He whispered, turning his head to look at her. She was so beautiful, even with the light glean of sweat covering her forehead and her hair fanning out around her.
"I think I told you once about how important practise is." Natasha reminded him with an amused glint in her eye, as she shifted onto her side to face him. Her new position caused the dog tags between her breast to catch the light, and Steve's eyes were instantly drawn to it. "Hmm, why am I starting to think that my husband gave me these just so he had an excuse to ogle at my breasts?"
Steve didn't so much as blush at her accusation. Instead, his hand went out and picked up the metal plates gently. "As if I need an excuse." The back of his hand brushed against one nipple, causing Natasha to gasp. "They are perfect, as as every single part of you is perfect."
"I could say the same about you." Natasha's hand was suddenly around his length once again, stroking it slowly. Sure enough, it sprang back to life, awakened by her touch, and that made her grin. "You're insatiable, have I ever told you that before?"
"Perhaps, once or twice." Steve said, enjoying the feeling of her hand wrapped around him far too much to even try to defend himself. "I think we bring it out of one another, sweetheart."
It didn't take long before Natasha was straddling his lap and they were joined once again. It wasn't until the sun started to rise over the mountains, that the two of them finally collapsed into the sheets and allowed sleep to take over.
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The next morning, as they sat down for breakfast as the sun rose over the jungle, Natasha's face ached from smiling so much. But, she didn't mind, because there was no way that she would not want to be smiling right now. Every now and then, Steve would glance at her and grin, his eyes glowing as he took in her obvious state of happiness, and when he had asked her if she was okay this morning, when they'd woken up, her answer had simply been, "Of course, we got married yesterday!"
It still seemed like a dream to her, so much so that this morning, she had briefly panicked that it had all been a dream. But, the golden ring on her finger was a much appreciated reminder that yesterday had not been a figment of her imagination. As Steve had gently made love to her one more time, he kept whispering in her ear how much he loved her, how much he loved the fact that she was his wife, and those words had sent shivers of joy down her spine each and every time she heard them.
Sitting in one of his shirts, Natasha couldn't help but admire him as he practically devoured his own breakfast. Her eyes drank in the sight of him; the chiselled jawline, the soft blue eyes, the stubble that had felt so good against the skin of her inner thighs last night and this morning, the gentleness to his features as he relaxed and ate. He was the most beautiful person she had ever met, inside and out, and she would never be able to work out how she got quite so lucky.
"Are you watching me while I eat, Nat?" He asked, the playful twitch to the corner of his mouth showing he already knew the answer, therefore she didn't look away from him.
"Am I not allowed to look at my husband?" She shot back, and saw how his smile grew at the word 'husband', and how his eyes glowed as he looked up at her. "What shall we do with our day?"
He sat back in his chair thoughtfully. "Anything you want to do." He said, and then added, "Perhaps, a romantic rhino ride around Wakanda-"
"Absolutely not," She shook her head, although she had been more than aware that his suggestion had only been a gentle tease. He hadn't actually been serious, because he'd soon learnt that she had no intention on getting better at the whole rhino experience, hence why she had stayed behind whenever he'd gone. "I'm quite intent on staying in bed all day."
"All day in bed?" He repeated mischievously. "How ever will we pass our time?"
Leaning across the table, she raised an eyebrow. "I'm sure we can come up with plenty of ways to prevent us from getting bored."
He chuckled. "You're a minx,"
"Funny, I recall you calling me that quite a few times."
His hand rose to cover hers on the table, his thumb brushing over her skin. "How about, we spend the rest of the morning in bed, and then after a hardy lunch, we go outside and walk round the city? We both enjoy seeing the market stalls, and it'll do us some good to get some fresh air."
"Hmm, are you saying that the idea of spending the whole day with your wife - your naked wife - isn't something of interest to you?" Natasha asked, her hand slipping out from underneath his. Slowly, never once breaking eye contact with him, her fingers set to work on unbuttoning the top two buttons of her shirt. Then the third, and then the fourth. With those buttons free, the shirt fell to the sides, leaving a generous view of his dogtags, sitting between her breasts.
Instantly, Steve's eyes darkened, going from resembling the blue sky to a raging stormy sea. "A whole day in bed with you sounds like the best way to spend my day, but tonight, I'd quite like to take you dancing."
That surprised her, and the rise of her eyebrow showed it. "You'd like to go dancing?" He always accompanied her whenever they ventured into the city at night, and he always seemed happy enough to join her when the music started. However, she'd always felt like the only reason he was there was because she wanted to be.
"I like dancing with you." He told her, and she could tell he was being the truth. "Besides, why would I not want to dance with my wife?"
Again, that word made her whole body tingle. "I believe we have ourselves a deal, Captain." Slowly, she rose to her feet, her fingers working on the last of the buttons. The shirt parted, revealing her naked body to him, and she shrugged it down her shoulders so it pooled at her feet.
Without a word, she turned on her heels and stalked across the room, purposefully adding extra sway to her hips, knowing that he would be tracking her every single move. The clattering sound of his cutlery hitting the plate was the only indication of him following her. She didn't even make it to the doorway before his arm was around her waist, spinning her round so his lips could crash down against hers.
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That night, after several rounds of dancing in the heart of the city of Wakanda, Steve sat down with Bucky as his wife continued to dance with the local people.
"I don't think I've ever seen you this happy." Bucky commented, taking a generous sip of his beer. "Even when they finally allowed your sorry ass to enrol into the army."
"That's because I've never been this happy, Bucky." Steve confirmed, his eyes still on that swish of red hair and gleam of emerald eyes across the street from him. Even from where he sat, he could hear her laughter, and it filled his heart with so much warmth that it felt ready to burst.
Bucky followed his gaze. "She is perfect for you." Perhaps, he had no idea just how much his words meant to Steve, but Bucky said them with complete honesty. Natasha Romanoff was a striking woman, and although he had first been surprised to learn that Steve was in love with her, he was happy that his friend had someone like her in his life. Steve could often forget just how good he was, and Natasha would be sure to remind him of that. With Bucky staying behind in Wakanda, he felt reassured to know that his friend would be loved and protected, even though he knew Steve would probably punch him for thinking that he needed looking after.
Steve dipped his head, raising his beer to his lips and taking a drink. "We won't be staying for much longer." He told his friend gently. "T'Challa has been very generous to us, but this is not our home."
"And where is?" Bucky asked, without any edge to his tone whatsoever. He simply just wanted the two of them to be safe. "You have somewhere in mind?"
"The government and Ross certainly won't stop looking for us, but Natasha is an expert when it comes to this sort of thing. We'll be fine, Buck." Steve didn't dare add 'I promise' to the end of that statement, because what he and Natasha were going to do would be risky. There would always be dangers, but that came with their lifestyle, and came as a result of the actions that they had taken in the past few months. "Even if I was sent back in time to do it all again, I wouldn't change what happened."
"I know, and for that, you're the greatest friend anyone could ever have." Bucky patted his shoulder. "A brother."
Natasha soon joined them, choosing to sit in Steve's lap rather than the empty chair at his side. Having no complaints about this seating plan, Steve wrapped an arm around her and held her against his chest softly, chuckling when she helped herself to his beer. As the night continued, and the dancing and the music went on into the early hours, Steve Rogers sat with his wife and best friend and let his mind relax. He and Natasha would worry about the outside world later, and they would face what it threw at them. Together.
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Ghost Falls, located south of the city, was named fittingly, seeing as the spray at the bottom of the waterfall practically vanished into the air. It was a very steep drop from the water's edge into the large pool below, and even Steve looked over the cliff face to assess the situation for himself.
"Are you sure?" He checked over his shoulder, where Natasha had just taken her shirt off. He tried very hard not to be distracted by the black bikini top that was now on display for him, but it was proving difficult. Earlier, as they had dressed in the apartment, he'd made a comment about how she'd once told him she couldn't pull off bikinis anymore, because of her scar. He'd then thrown her on the bed and shown her exactly how he thought about her wearing a bikini - the sight alone had left him breathless, even though it was no difference from whenever she stood before him in a bra and some panties. Natasha's loud, trembling moans had been her way of telling him that she appreciated his approval.
Catching his wondering gaze, Natasha smirked at him. "What, is the brave Captain America scared?" She teased, straightening up and folding her arms under her chest, which therefore bunched her breasts up in a way that had him practically growling. Yes, the sight of her in a bikini was certainly sinful, and he was powerless to look away.
He crossed the grassy clearing at the top of the cliff to stand in front of her. "Funnily enough, I'd like to keep my wife in one piece, seeing as we only got married two days ago." He pointed out.
My wife, the words had her shivering with joy, while a handsome grin spread across his face at the reminder. They were really married. He couldn't quite believe it, even after forty-eight hours. True, they hadn't actually left their apartment in those two days since the ceremony, and had only left their bed to use the bathroom or source food, before falling back in the sheets once again.
Natasha beamed up at him. "Come on, soldier. It'll be fun." She said, her fingers moving to play with the hem of his shirt. At Steve's chuckle, she lifted the shirt over his head, revealing his toned chest. For a second, she toyed with the temptation of pinning him into the grass and having her wicked way with him there and then, but then she remembered why they'd come to Ghost Falls in the first place. Getting married seemed to have heightened their sexual hunger even more than it had been before, and that was saying something. Neither of them were complaining, though.
With a defeated sigh, Steve accepted his fate. "One kiss, before we jump?" He requested.
She rolled her eyes. "Keep your hands to yourself, Rogers." She conditioned, but reached up to kiss him, her tongue brushing against his bottom lip. But, when his mouth parted willingly, she simply took a step back, breaking the kiss off before it got far too heated.
"Minx," He commented, swatting her backside as she passed him. Natasha shot him a look over her shoulder and stuck her tongue out, but she waited by the edge of the water, where it disappeared below them. If she was being honest, she was feeling a little nervous about this herself, but her wanting to have a rush of adrenaline ruled out that dropping feeling in her stomach.
Steve joined her, taking another look down and the cloud of misty spray that waited for them. Taking Natasha's hand in his, they both jumped together. Air sailed past them, fast and wet from the vapour, and Steve closed his eyes just before they hit the water. The impact from the fall was heavy, but he easily pushed them both to the surface. The water was crystal clear, and surprisingly not freezing cold even though the pool was surrounded by the shade of the jungle.
Natasha's head arched back as she broke through the water, her darkened hair sticking to her face as she blinked the water from her eyes. "That was amazing!" She gasped out.
Steve loved seeing her so carefree and happy, and he couldn't resist putting an arm around her slim waist and pulling her closer. "You're crazy." He commented, brushing the end of his nose against hers affectionately.
She laughed, swatting his upperarm. "Come on, you can't say that wasn't fun."
"I can think of something more fun," He said, and as he knew a witty comment was already forming on her tongue, he silenced it with a kiss. Natasha kissed him back just as eagerly, her legs wrapping around his waist as her arms looped round the top of his shoulders. Steve needed only one arm to keep them afloat, but he propelled them under the sheet of the water fall to a small cove. The ground was soft, he checked before laying her down on it.
His wet body covered hers, radiating warmth. Natasha's hands ran through his blonde hair, which had gotten considerably longer since their stay in Wakanda. She was almost tempted to comment, but she quite enjoyed the length, especially when she gripped it as his head went between her -
She gasped as his fingers snapped her bikini bottoms clean off her body. "Have you still not satisfied that insatiable sex drive of yours, Rogers?" She teased, her body arching, causing her hips to rise slightly, begging for attention that she so badly craved.
But, his fingers didn't dive inside her. Instead, his hands smoothed over the skin of her hips, up her stomach and behind her back, to the knot that kept her bikini top tied.
"I'll never get enough of you, Nat." He promised her, his lips trailing sweet kisses down the column of her neck, ghosting over her newly exposed breasts as threw away the last piece of material keeping her body from his.
Natasha was rendered speechless as Steve's mouth navigated her entire body; paying a great deal of attention to her hardened nipples as he sucked one into his mouth, rolled his tongue over it and nibbled on it gently before moving to the other. This continued for probably only a matter of minutes, but for them, time had slowed right down.
When his head finally came to a stop between her thighs, Natasha shivered as she felt the stubble that had started to grow. Perhaps, in a couple of days time, he'd shave it off, but she quite enjoyed it. He'd look sinfully handsome with a beard, she'd always thought this.
Her fingers threaded through his golden locks, keeping his head exactly where it was even though they both knew he had no intention of moving until he had finished what he started. As soft whimpers of bliss sounded from her mouth, Steve increased the speed of his tongue, pushing himself further into her, loving that he could make her lose all self control.
Steve had always been skillful with his mouth, and this was no exception. His tongue drew out her first orgasm of the afternoon, and he didn't remove his mouth from her until her body stopped trembling. Then, he kissed his way back up to her, and she tasted herself on his lips. It was enough to make the desire pool in her stomach all over again.
"Would you say it would be disrespectful for me to fuck you under this waterfall?" Steve asked, without a shred of embarrassment at his choice of language. For someone who had always chided their teammates for swearing, he had a particularly dirty mouth, and Natasha absolutely loved it.
She smiled, pulling his mouth back to hers so she could kiss him again, her tongue plunging into warmth and wetness. "After what you just did?" She asked against his lips. "We both know that this waterfall is not sacred. It's just a landmark." To make her point clear, she flipped them over and straddled his hips. "So, if you're unsure, then I guess I'll have to do the work."
He growled, loving the sight of her above him like this. "You won't hear me complaining." He stated, his hands squeezing her hips.
Natasha rolled her eyes, but she knew that Steve would never actually expect her to do all the work by herself. Sure enough, as she started to ride him, his hands helped lift her up and down on him, drawing him in deeper, hitting the exact spot inside her that had her moaning his name throatly.
When her thighs started to burn, Steve rotated them once again, thrusting harder into her as her body was pressed into the sand below them. Natasha's nails clawed at his back, leaving long red marks that would fade soon enough. Steve's lips clamped around the pulsepoint beating in her neck, and he sucked hard, causing Natasha to writhe under him in the most wonderful of ways.
She came first, as always. He always sought her release first. He followed soon behind, spilling inside her and waiting a few minutes to catch his breath before pulling out of her. He fell to her side, looking up at the water that crashed down around them.
"Wow," That was the only word that he could possibly get out right now, as they both came down from their high.
She smirked as she looked at him. "Wow, indeed." She agreed, and before he could so much as blink, she had crawled back over his body and was kissing him with just as much passion and fervour as before. He wasn't the only one with an insatiable sex drive.
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A chapter full of lemony-goodness!
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