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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"On your left!"
Natasha growled once more, "Sam, if you don't stop staying that, I swear to God I'm going to take your trainer and shove it right up-"
Ahead of her, the former veteran burst out into hysterics. "Stop letting me overtake you, and I'll stop saying it!" He shot back.
Their run had only just started, early enough that the sun had barely just started to rise over the trees behind the safe house. The house itself was pretty isolated, but they weren't taking any risks about Natasha being spotted, so they had agreed to go out just after dawn. Natasha had taken one look at the smug grin on Sam's face as they'd stretched and instantly regretted agreeing to joining him this morning. Why, why had she left the warmth of her bed, and the warmth of Steve's arms?
"You've been jogging for the forty minutes." Sam reminded her, jogging on the spot as he waited for her to catch up. "I know warm up is important, but I really thought you of all people would actually put some effort into this run."
Again, she cursed herself for making such a foolish mistake as agreeing to this whole thing. She'd given up terrific morning sex for this. "Alright, bird boy, let's have a little fun." Natasha rolled her shoulders as she faced him, letting her body soften completely. "A race back to the house, using any route we choose. Loser is on washing up duty for the rest of the week."
"Nat, do you even know all the routes that lead back to the house?" Sam asked her with a raised eyebrow.
"Are you forgetting whose house your staying in?" She fired back, although she knew that Sam was only joking with her, trying to get a rise. But, when she was forfeiting breath-taking organisms, she wasn't in the mood to play nicely. "Scared you'll be shown up, Wilson?"
Sam laughed at the challenge. "Alright, but don't throw a tantrum when you lose."
Rolling her eyes, Natasha turned around and faced the way they'd just come from. They were a good twenty minute sprint from the house, but she had every intention on using a short cut that she was positive that Sam would have no idea about. He'd probably stick to the path they'd taken on the way up here, whereas her route would take her right through the trees. Also, as she hadn't spent the last forty minutes showing off, she probably had more fuel in the tank saved than Sam did.
"Ready?" Sam asked, and she dipped her head right before they both took off. Instantly, she veered to the right, disappearing into the tree line.
Perhaps it was the thought of wiping that grin off Sam's face that drove her legs faster through the forest, or the thought of her husband who'd she'd left without more than a kiss and a wondering hand this morning, or the thought of the breakfast that Vision would be cooking up for them. Either way, she was determined to get home before Sam, and when Natasha wanted something, not much stood in her way.
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As much as Steve found great enjoyment in Natasha's teasing, his wife had certainly been a little unfair this morning. Whilst Steve had declined the offer of an early morning run, he'd had no idea that Natasha had decided to go, therefore he was under the false pretense that they would have a lazy, uninterrupted morning together before breakfast. They'd been staying at the safehouse for little over a week now, and the daily routine never really changed, so Vision always cooked for the same time every morning; half nine. Therefore, that left Steve and Natasha plenty of time to engage in several different activities which always ensured they started their way in the best possible way.
But, this morning, when his wife had kissed him and allowed her hand to sneak across the waistline of his boxers, Steve had been shocked when she'd pulled away and he'd noticed that she was dressed in gym wear. Promising to be back soon enough, Natasha had the nerve to wink at him over her shoulder before she slipped out of the room. Left trying to calm his body down, Steve had collasped back against the pillows and glared up at the ceiling as he tried to think about anything else.
That was when the devilish idea had first struck him. If Natasha wanted to play that sort of game, then he'd play, and he could guarantee that out of the two of them, he had a lot more patience. When it came to this sort of thing, however, perhaps his self control wouldn't be as good as normal, but he could definitely out last her. He just hoped that withholding sex from his wife wouldn't end up being something he lived to regret.
Downstairs, he found Vision and Wanda in the kitchen. He perched himself onto one of the barstools, smiling to himself as he watched Wanda attempt to help with the eggs. The sight before him reminded him of Natasha's attempts to make breakfast, which always involved a couple of colourful swear words and that defiant gleam of emerald that he adored so much.
"Good morning, Captain." Vision greeted him.
Steve smiled at them both. "Good morning, are the other two not back yet?"
"They've been gone for quite some time." Wanda said, glancing at the clock hanging on the nearby wall. "Perhaps, they've run into trouble?"
Steve chuckled. "Sam and Natasha are the trouble. I'm sure they'll fine, but they'll probably come home with the killer appetites."
Vision smiled at that. "I thought the same, hence why there is double of all of their favourites." He assured him, and behind him, the large saucepan was certainly filled to the brim with scrambled eggs.
Moving to make himself a coffee, Steve smiled to himself as he heard the front door open and Natasha's triumphant voice echoed down the corridor, "Oh, please stop with the whinging, Sam. I beat you far and square."
"I demand a rematch." Sam huffed.
The two of them entered the kitchen, both instantly eyeing up the food being prepared first. When Natasha's eyes landed on him, Steve gave her a smile and handed her the cup of coffee he'd just made. Game or not, he always liked making her coffee in the morning. It was easy enough, seeing as over their years together, she had accepted that it much better when sweetened with sugar. He winked at her, and when he saw that glimmer in her eyes, he purposefully turned his attention back to the coffee machine. Natasha stroked a hand down his arm, squeezing his muscular biceps appreciatively before she continued her drink.
"Do we have time for a quick shower, Vision?" She asked after taking a few more sips. "I'm sure Sam would like to rid the evidence of his failure from his body before breakfast." Sure enough, Sam's forehead was still glistening with a layer of sweat. Natasha, however, didn't seem to have a single hair out of place.
Vision nodded in confirmation, and Sam shot Natasha a finger before darting out of the room in fear of retaliation from the red-head. Natasha turned to Steve and said quietly, "Care to join me?"
Out of habit, he almost agreed there and then, but then he reminded himself of the state she'd left him in that morning. "I've already showered." He replied, even though it killed him inside to turn down such an offer from her. After all, he loved taking showers with Natasha. They always ended well, for both of them.
Clearly surprised by him turning her down, Natasha's brow arched. Without a word, she turned and walked out the room, and Steve tried his hardest to ignore her swaying hips as she left. This might be a little more difficult than he first thought, but it would definitely be worth it.
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Natasha had to admit, Wanda had good taste when it came to bath products. But, as she coated her body in the lemony body scrub, she still hadn't quite recovered from Steve turning down her shower-with-a-happy ending. He'd never, ever once said no before, in all there years together. She knew that she'd been a little mean this morning by teasing him but...then, a little lightbulb went off in her head, and that dangerous grin spread across her face.
Oh, nicely played, Mr Rogers, she thought smugly as she stepped back under the hot water. But two can play at that game.
Fuelled with a competitive need to prove to her husband that he was just as insatiable as she was, Natasha purposefully dressed back into a fresh set of gym clothes; black leggings with a matching sports bra. It was fall, but Vision always kept the house warm enough that she'd be able to get away with wearing this without raising many eyebrows. However, she then decided to throw in one of Steve's hoodies, simply because she knew how much an effect she had on him when she wore his clothes. It smelt like him, which was an added bonus for her.
The addition of the hoodie made up for the fact she had chosen a more padded bra, therefore showing off her chest. She trusted Sam and Vision enough to know that they wouldn't gawk at her with their mouths wide open, however she also very much liked possessive-Steve, so either outcome would suit her just fine.
Quickly, she towel-dried her hair, using her knowledge that he had a weakness for her with wet hair to her advantage. She knew him so well, knew all the little things that would drive him crazy yet would be innocent enough to their friends that she was sure she'd have him broken by lunchtime. Heck, he might not even last breakfast.
She left her hair loose, enjoying how long it had gotten, but as she caught herself in the mirror, she released that her hair was a signature of hers. If she and Steve were really about to commit to going on the run for who knows how long, could she really get away with keeping it this colour? Would he even find her attractive if she went brunette or blonde? Knowing her husband wasn't that vain, she pushed away that stab of doubt. Steve loved her, regardless of her hair colour. Still, it was certainly something she would have to think about...
But, right now, revenge on her husband was a much better thing to commit her mind to. Sliding on some fluffy socks because she absolutely hated having cold feet, Natasha headed back downstairs. The lemony-scented scrub had left behind a delicious smell to her skin, and she smiled at the recognition of her newest weapon.
Steve's eyes were drawn to her the second she rejoined them around the table, and she was positive she didn't miss the way his throat bobbed at the sight of the very-supportive bra and his hoodie. Then, he turned his attention to the food, finding it far too fascinating to be believing. Natasha rolled her eyes but took her seat at his side, instantly thanking Vision and Wanda for their joint effort on providing them with such a feast.
Sam lasted all of three minutes before he started demanding that Natasha tell him her secret route which held the credit for her success. As she refused to tell him, Natasha ran her hand down Steve's leg, the movement hidden below the table. Straight away, Steve's body stiffened at the contact, but Natasha stroked up and down a few times before removing her hand so she could use her knife again.
Then, a few minutes later, she decided she really craved some toast. Instead of asking for it, she decided it would be much more fun to simply stand and lean across for it, therefore successfully bringing her chest into Steve's line of vision. She heard him stop chewing momentarily, clearly distracted, and she sat back down with a smirk on her face.
A few more minutes passed, and things remained normal between them as they engaged in several conversations with their friends. But, then Steve's hand got a little adventurous under the table, his fingers tracing the rim of her leggings, and Natasha found herself holding her breath. Was he really about to do this, in company? When she'd first met Steve, she would have laughed if anyone had suggested he'd be capable of such a thing. But now, knowing just how much of a beast in the bedroom he was, her heart rate increased.
But, Steve's fingers just ghosted along the top of her leggings, never once dipping too far down, before he removed his hand completely. Forcing oxygen back to her lungs, Natasha took another forkful of baked beans and egg, acting as if nothing had happened at all. But, there was a slight flush to her cheeks, and a burning started in her core. So much so, that she folded her legs, and Steve definitely noticed, because she heard his chuckle and had to bite down the urge to flick scrambled egg at his face.
Perhaps, she as always the one who took things a little too far, and perhaps what she was about to do was totally inappropriate, but Natasha pushed those thoughts away. Her fierce determination had always been an asset in her life, and she certainly was not about to back down right now, not when the challenge would be so deliciously rewarding.
So, as Steve tucked into another slice of toast and reminded her once again how much she hated his super-fast metabolism, Natasha snaked her hand under the table and placed it on the top of his thigh. Steve, listening to something that Vision was saying, swallowed ever so slightly, but that was the only action he made. With her chair pushed so close to the table, Natasha was able to lean back and pretend to be finished without drawing too much attention to her wondering hand.
She edged it towards the inside of his thigh, so slightly that it was almost as torturous for her as it must be for him. Almost instantly, the tips of Steve's ears turned pink, and he awkwardly cleared his throat. She knew very well that he had done so not because he had a bit of food stuck, but because it was the only thing that had stifled the moan that threatened to escape him. Encouraged greatly by this, Natasha allowed her hands to roam lightly over the bulge in his joggers.
God, it really was cruel for her, considering she knew exactly what hid under those grey pants of his. Judging from the fact that Steve's hand was currently grasping his knife so tightly that it was a wonder the metal didn't snap into two separate pieces, her husband was finding her action equally as cruel.
But, she wasn't about to back down, considering it was his idea in the first place to engage in such a game with her. She certainly was a sore loser, so she was more than willing to pull out all the stops.
Once a few moments of gentle brushing over the top of him had passed, Natasha tried not to grin when Steve's cock became fully hard, unbearably so. Then, her fingers ghosted along the top of his joggers, just as he had teased her earlier. But, unlike him, she was daring. Her hand slipped inside and touched him, and Steve's fists turned white as he clenched onto his fork. His other hand which was currently on the table clenched into a fist, which he seemed to have great difficulty trying to ease, to avoid any looks from their friends.
Wanda, Vision and Sam however - thankfully - seemed completely unaware of what exactly was happening under the table. So, Natasha wrapped her hand around him and brought it up and down a few times, making sure her movements were slow and that she squeezed him just the way he always liked. Steve's jaw was clenched so tightly to avoid any whimpers or groans sounding from him.
Vision's cooked breakfasts were good, but they certainly weren't good enough to require vocal approval. Natasha's handjobs on the other hand...
With her thumb, she rubbed over the tip of him, before removing her hand entirely. Innocently, she stretched both her arms over her head and yawned. When she glanced back at Steve, his eyes had been closed briefly as he tried to regain his composure, and she couldn't help but giggle softly, a sound that only his super hearing should have been able to hear. Remembering that Vision was also at the table, Natasha quickly did damage control, but it seemed Vision was completely oblivious.
Next to her, she could tell that Steve was having a hard time processing exactly what she had just done under the table, and she couldn't help the smug grin that spread across her face. She'd never intended on playing fairly.
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Oh, he was in so much trouble.
As Steve helped clear the table, he couldn't stop shaking his head slightly as his brain worked furiously to make sense of what had just happened. His wife had almost given him a handjob at the breakfast table. He wouldn't have had a single complaint if they hadn't been joined by their friends. Yes, their marriage was common knowledge now in this house, but he had never expected for Natasha to be quite so bold.
But now, he felt slightly foolish that he had underestimated her. Natasha was the Black Widow through and through. She probably had more balls than any of the Avengers, and clearly, she wasn't afraid of anything.
As the others spilled towards the couches to flick through the small collection of films that Sam had brought with him, Steve took the opportunity that the quiet kitchen gave him. Natasha was just finishing putting away the plates, which meant she was bending over slightly as she placed things down gently in the cabinet. Trying to move as quietly as possible, Steve went to stand behind her. When she stood up straight, he placed his hands on her waist and ensured that he was stood as close to her as possible.
"Are you proud of yourself, Nat?" He whispered into her ear, noticing that her breath had caught in her throat. Clearly, she hadn't expected him to make a move when their friends were at the other side of the room.
Then, she composed herself and leaned back, pressing her hips back into his. The little minx rubbed against him, trying to give him the same problem he'd faced at the table because of her wondering hand. "Oh, I'm very proud of myself." Her words practically sounded like a purr of satisfaction.
He growled against her skin, his teeth sinking into her earlobe gently. "You're the devil, Natasha Rogers." He'd purposefully used her married name, because he knew that every time she heard it, it turned her on. This morning was no different; he saw how her eyes darkened and felt how she leaned even further against him, tilting her head to the side as she silently begged his lips to explore her neck.
Almost giving in to her there and then, Steve had to remind himself what was happening. So, instead of doing what she wanted, he crept his hand onto her bare stomach, stroking in small circles. Another purr escaped her as his hand moved higher up, dancing just underneath her breasts. He didn't even have to look to know that her nipples would be alert, and that she was clenching her hands onto the counter for support.
"Ready to give in already, Nat?" He teased her, letting his fingers dip underneath her sports bra to brush against the underside of her breasts, but not allowing them to go any higher.
Natasha hissed. "Absolutely not."
"Good." His tongue licked along the column of her throat before he backed away, removing his hand and creating a distance between their bodies. It was mostly for his own sake, because if she had pushed her hips against his one more time, there would have been nothing stopping him from hauling her over his shoulder and carrying her upstairs, calling down his apologies to their friends so they knew to turn the television up as high as possible.
Although he had never been able to resist her before, he couldn't forget just how riled up she had left him that morning, and he certainly would never forget what she had just done to him under the table. Therefore, he winked at her before heading for the fridge, needing the distraction. He focused all his attention on the bare fridge, making up a mental shopping list. Slowly but surely, such a boring taste helped him to avoid a very awkward situation in front of his friends, and he headed for the spare armchair.
He was feeling quite proud of himself, right up till Natasha decided that she would not settle for any sheet that wasn't his lap. Trying to focus on asking Sam what movie they'd be trying that day, Steve tried his hardest to ignore just how close Natasha was to him. But, to his surprise, Natasha kept her hands to herself for the entire film. If he wasn't so hot and bothered right now, he would have allowed himself to comment to her that they had finally made it through a whole film.
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As easy as it could have been for her to try to break her husband during the film, Natasha was willing to admit that she may have gotten a little too into it. It was an action film, which were always her favourite, but it had so many good comedy moments in it that she found she couldn't stop watching it. Also, it felt so mundane, to be sat watching a film after the last few months that they had all experienced. It was too nice a moment to dirty by trying to drive her husband insane.
Besides, she was willing to bet that her simply sat on his lap like that had done enough to make his mind wonder. He did keep his arms around her waist, and whenever she laughed at a funny line from one of the actors, he squeezed her waist slightly, a reminder that he absolutely adored hearing her laughter.
This was the sort of thing that normal married couples do, even though Natasha was not foolish enough to even imagine that whatever was waiting for them round the corner would be normal. Their lives would never be simple, but in a way, she was glad for that. Simple was boring. It would get too dull, doing the same thing day in and day out. Yes, she did wish that their line of work wasn't always so dangerous, but the thrill of it could not be replicated, and besides, her being a spy and him being a super solider is the reason their paths crossed in the first place.
After the film, Steve asked if anyone wanted to go for a walk through the forest. Natasha had accepted, not feeling slightly worn out from her earlier run, although Sam declined. When Wanda and Vision also agreed to go along, Sam made a joke about finally not being surrounded by couples for a little while - a comment which had made Vision blush deep red.
Natasha held her hand out for Steve whilst he pulled the front door shut, and he entwined his fingers with hers as they made their way into the forest with their friends slightly in front of them. Pushing their little competition to the back of her mind, Natasha rested her head against his upper arm and smiled, relishing in the fact that finally, after years, they could be open about their relationship.
"Were we ever that awkward around one another?" Natasha asked, keeping her voice low as she tilted her head towards the direction that Wanda and Vision had disappeared off too. "I mean, they are very cute, but still..."
Steve chuckled, and she didn't even have to look up to know that he would have rolled his eyes at her say-it-how-it-is question. "Not awkward in that sense, no. Not in my opinion, anyway."
"And what sort of awkward would you consider the days before our relationship to be?" Natasha demanded, but there was no sharpness behind her words, just curiosity. Those days seemed like a lifetime ago. She could barely care about the days in her life before she'd fallen in love with Steve.
"Come on, Natasha, you know exactly what I mean." He said, and when she looked up at him blankly, he sighed. "My physical attraction towards you was strong from day one, when I first met you on that helicarrier." He didn't have to say that he'd fallen in love with her for a lot more than just her body, because she knew that, as he'd often told her whenever they were alone together.
Still, even without hearing the words, she smiled. "Perhaps, you should have just had your wicked way with me right there and then. Coulson probably would have had a heartache though, seeing his idol do such a thing, so maybe its a good thing you kept it in your pants for so long."
After years of getting used to her blunt way of saying things, Steve didn't blush. "Please, like I would have done such a thing back then."
Natasha made a thoughtful noise from the back of her throat, her hand squeezing his bicep slightly firmer. "Yes, well, who would have thought that the golden Captain America would become such a beast in the sheets, huh?"
Quicker than her eyes could follow, Steve suddenly had her pinned against a tree, but she certainly wasn't about to try to get away. Instead, she smirked up at him, her back pressing against the bark firmly, but not enough to be uncomfortable. In fact, the only slightly uncomfortable sensation she was feeling was the arousal that was growing inside her.
"Did I say something to upset you, Rogers?" She asked, biting her lower lip and slowly releasing it. Instantly, his eyes tracked the movement, and a growl erupted from his chest. "I'll take that as a yes."
"Did you want me, back then?" He asked, his eyes turning darker with each passing minute. One of his hands remained on her waist, holding her against the tree, while the other was by her head, supporting his weight as he leaned closer. "Would you have liked me to have carried you into the nearest jet and taken you right there and then, before I'd even learnt your name?"
Even though they both knew that the Steve Rogers all those years ago would never have even considered doing such a thing, Natasha grinned at the words leaving his mouth right now, at the dark promise behind them. "Is that on your bucket list? To fuck me in a SHIELD jet? If it wasn't before, we can definitely add it to the list."
Again, he growled, his mouth coming down to her neck. His teeth grazed over her skin. "You drove me crazy, Natasha, for such a long time. I wanted you for so long, even before what happened in Washington. I wanted to find out exactly how you tasted, how you'd feel against me, around me. I wanted my name to be the only one that you would moan."
"Well, you succeeded in that." She reminded him, playfully angling her hips forward slightly, closing the last bit of space between them. She could feel just how badly he wanted her. He'd changed into jeans before the walk, but even the thicker material did little to hide what was lurking underneath. "And yes, Steve. I wanted you, back then. From the moment I saw you. I wanted you, and I want you right now. Inside me." Her hands stroked up his back, venturing under his jacket and shirt so she could touch his bare skin, and the coiled muscles underneath. "What do you say, Captain?"
"What I say," Steve said, sucking at her pulsepoint before claiming her mouth in a kiss that could shatter planets. Triumphant surged through her as she greedily kissed him back, but when he pulled away, there was a glint in his eyes that warned her that she had been tricked. "That we should probably go and find our friends before they get lost out here. Neither of them are exactly the outdoor-type."
Flustered, Natasha's mouth parted in shock as her husband stepped away from her, winking before he headed off into the trees. He moved a little quicker than his usual walk strides, probably he knew well enough to fear her retaliation.
"Prick!" She shouted after him, and his answering chuckle only confirmed her plan of making him pay for that.
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Seeing as it was Sam's night to take over dinner responsibilities, Steve had been more than relieved when his friend called up the stairs and asked what pizza they wanted ordering. Natasha, seasoned at being on the run, had questioned whether starting to rely on take-outs was really such a good idea, to which Sam had two answers - firstly, his actual name was so common that no one would raise an eyebrow at it if he used it, and secondly, the world wasn't familiar with Vision's face, therefore he would be in charge of opening the door.
It seemed like a sound plan to Steve, who was just glad that they were save from Sam's cooking for another night. But, any thought of food was wiped from his mind when the door to their temporary bedroom opened and Natasha walked in with a towel wrapped around her. A very small towel, that barely covered her breasts and only made it to the tops of her thighs.
Natasha gave him an innocent enough look as she crossed the room and headed for the wardrobe. She always took her clothes into the bathroom with her, so Steve knew better than to assume that this was a simple forgetful mistake. Natasha wasn't a forgetful person, and she certainly did not make mistakes. Still, he had to stop himself from groaning at the sight of all that exposed skin, which still had water drops littering it.
Her naked body would never not be a distraction for him, something that she was very much aware of, as she dropped the towel completely.
His hands gripped into the bed below him as he sat trying not to stare. She was his wife, so he was very much entitled to stare, and on any other occasion, he would have strode across the room and taken her into his arms without a second thought. Remembering their small competition right now was proving quiet difficult.
"Bathrooms free, Steve." She commented as she searched through a draw, pulling out navy blue panties which served little purpose, seeing as there was barely any material to them whatsoever. She slipped them up her long, sinful legs, and his eyes tracked every movement.
He didn't trust himself to speak, not when she was flaunting herself in front of him like this, not when he knew she was teasing him, daring him to break first.
When he remained silent, she turned to face him as she picked out a matching bra. Once again, the lack of material seemed to be a theme for this particular set of underwear. Normally, he'd definitely appreciate it. Right now, it was cruel for him to look at her and know that if he touched her, he'd definitely lose.
"Cat got your tongue?" She asked, battering her eyelids. That coy, dangerous smile of hers played on her lips, the lips he so desperately wanted to feel under his, to have map every inch of his body.
Get a grip, Rogers. He cleared his throat, pushing down that growl that lurked inside him. He got up and stalked towards her, seeing how her emerald eyes darkened almost instantly, not only with want, but with triumphant. She really believed he would snap, and for a second, the temptation to do just that was overwhelming. But, somehow, he managed to refrain from doing what he so desperately wanted to do, which was pin her against the wardrobe and take her right there and then.
"Is this revenge for the forest?" He asked in a low voice, allowing himself to take in her delicious body as it stood before him. Lastly, he appreciated the features of her face, which were currently sparked with mischief and want.
Another batter of her eyelids. "I have no idea what you are talking about. I'm simply getting dressed." She responded, even though she had yet to actually put the bra on. The tiny piece of lace was still in her fingers, leaving her breasts exposed. It took everything he had to not lift a hand to them and feel them against his palm, or to take one in his mouth and lavish her with his tongue.
He made a thoughtful noise from the back of his throat, pretending that he was pondering something, when in reality, he was just tryig to control himself. He raised a hand, and from the glint in her eye, he knew that she believed he was about to do what he really wanted. But, he simply stroked the back of his hand down her cheek, brushing against her soft, still dampened skin. Her breath caught in her throat, and he heard it, so he smiled down at her softly.
"I love you." His statement had nothing to do with their game. He just loved saying those words to her.
More importantly, he loved the way her face always softened whenever she heard them, how her eyes glowed and her smile went from one of teasing, to a radiant one that made his heart burst. "I love you, too."
Unable to help himself, Steve leaned down and kissed her. As much as it destroyed him, he kept the kiss close-mouthed, knowing that one touch from her tongue would send him crashing through the last of his self-restraint. Natasha moaned against his lips, dropping the bra so she could wrap her hands around the back of his neck, therefore pushing her bare chest against him. Steve squeezed her waist before breaking the kiss.
"Dinner will be here soon enough." He reminded her.
She licked her lips slowly, and the sound had him finally releasing the growl that had gathered inside him all day. "You owe me orgasms, Rogers. A lot of orgasms."
Chuckling, he brushed his nose against hers, breathing in the citrusy scent of her. "Behave yourself at dinner, and I promise you, you won't be able to walk properly tomorrow."
Her eyes flashed, and she practically yanked his mouth back down to hers so she could devour his lips. This time, he didn't hold back, and their tongues battled for dominance. Eventually, he gave in, especially when he felt her hands trail down his back, her nails gently gliding down over the material of his shirt and sending shivers up and down his spine.
When they broke apart, Natasha stepped back. "I assume it'll be a cold shower for you, then?"
Trying not to laugh so loudly that the rest of the house would hear, Steve swatted her ass before leaving the room, shaking his head. He'd fallen in love with a she-devil, and that made him the luckiest man on Earth.
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Neither of them was quite sure who gave in first, and in all honesty, that competition of theirs was the last thing on their mind the second they returned to their bedroom that night, after pizza and a few rounds of cards.
It had taken only one look between them before Steve had her picked up and Natasha had her legs wrapped his waist tightly as her back hit the now closed door. Their lips crashed against one another hungrily, as if they hadn't been together in weeks, when in reality, it hadn't even been an entire day. Desire surged through their bodies, drowning out the outside world completely.
Both of them had behaved at dinner, with only a few lingering looks exchanged. Over cards, Natasha had stuck her tongue out at him whenever Steve teased that really, for a spy, she should be a lot better at that sort of thing. Natasha had lost the first round, and when she had gone off in a rant that everyone else must have cheated, Steve silenced her with a toe-curling kiss. Their friends, who had become so accustomed to seeing them together, didn't say a word, and it was probably because all three of them were still slightly scared of what Natasha would do to them if they did.
Now, as her fingers pulled at his hair, Natasha couldn't give less of a shit about her embarrassing effort at cards. All she cared about was her husband's lips venturing down her neck, and how he was grinding against her hips.
"Fuck me, Steve." She ordered into her ear. "I need you."
His growl vibrated through his body and into hers, and she relished at the feeling of him losing his self control because of her. Steve carried them to the bed and practically threw her into the sheets. She bounced, and it was mere seconds before Steve's body was upon hers. Lips and hands were everywhere as they started to undressed one another, and Natasha moaned in appreciation as she felt her husband's muscles as they rolled under his skin.
"So beautiful," Steve whispered against her as his lips sucked at the curves of her breasts. His hand came out to feel her through the lace material, and Natasha arched her back, pressing herself closer to his palm. She burned for him, but even in her desire-clouded state, she melted at the fact that even in the throws of passion, Steve still said such sweet things to her. She wondered if he realised just how much it still meant to her, even after all this time, that he still worshipped her the same way he had that very first time.
"I'm all yours." Natasha told him breathlessly, wishing that he would just rip her underwear from her body and take her. All day, she had been on edge.
But, Steve seemed content in keeping her lace on for the time being. His lips traced a line down her stomach, and she couldn't help but giggle when his tongue traced round her belly-button. No one would ever believe that the Black Widow was ticklish, and Steve took great pride in being the one person with that knowledge.
But, the Black Widow was also impatient.
Therefore, Natasha wrapped her legs around his waist and flipped them over, straddling his waist and grinding down against him. "I'm so wet, Steve." She whispered into his ear. His hands were on her instantly, trailing behind so he could grasp her ass and squeeze tightly. "I'm so wet, because of you. Only you."
As if to check the truth of her statement, one of Steve's hands moved forward across her body and dropped between her legs, his fingers playing with the lace that covered the lower half of her body. Sure enough, the material of her panties was dripping, and he groaned at the feeling. "God, Nat."
"Are you going to do anything about it?" She asked him, lowering herself further into his palm. She started to rock against him, her need to find her release over-powering her.
Steve's eyes were so dark they pretty much matched her choice of underwear as he watched her ride herself against his palm. "What do you want, Nat?" He said up so his lips could ghost over her still covered breasts, his breath tickling her nipples in a way that had her entire body tingling. "Tell me what you want me to do."
Her head rolled back. "I want you to claim me." She said, when she finally brought herself to look at him. The expression on his face was enough to almost push her over the edge. "Claim me, Steve, over and over and over again, until the whole world knows that I belong to you, and that you belong to me."
He didn't need anymore confirmation that she was ready; not with the wetness that was against his palm, and not with the need in her voice. So, Steve slipped his hand inside her panties and stroked her with a finger, coating it in her juices and relishing in the gasp that left his wife's mouth.
As he added a second finger, he bit her neck gently. "I've wanted you all day, Natasha." His tongue lapped against her, soothing over the area where his teeth had just been. "You've driven me crazy all day, ever since this morning."
Another gasp racked through her as Steve's thumb started to circle her bundle of nerves. "I could say the same about you, soldier." The words came out strained, showing just how much of an effort it had been for her to form the sentence.
Smirking, Steve brought his other hand up to her back, unclasping her bra with skilled fingers. He happily shoved the material down her arms, finally revealing those breasts to his mouth. Hungrily, he enclosed his lips around one nipple and sucked, hard. Natasha's hands flew to his head, crushing him against her as her hips continued to rock back and forth.
With her fingers plunging in and out of her, and each wipe of his thumb, it didn't take long until Natasha was falling apart. Her body trembled from her orgasm, and when she was done, Steve raised his hand from her and licked his fingers clean. Watching him, Natasha moaned, and when she kissed him, she could taste herself on his tongue.
Then, she set to work on ridding his body of the rest of his clothes. Within seconds, he was naked underneath her, and her hand grasped him, fingers barely reaching round the width of him. His cock pulsed against her touch, so strained and ready that it ached. As her hand started to move up and down around him, Steve's head collapsed against her shoulder as he moaned out her name, how wonderful she was, how much he loved her.
A whole day of teasing had meant that neither of them lasted long for their first organism, as Steve barely held out much longer than Natasha had. His tongue plunged into her mouth as he came violently, coating their bodies in his stickiness. Neither of them cared. They barely noticed, and when Natasha lined herself up with him and lowered down so he was inside her at last, everything was wiped from their minds entirely.
Remembering her earlier request, Steve managed to get the element of surprise and flipped them over. She looked ready to protest, but then he started thrusting into her so hard and deep that any words died in her throat. Smugly, he leaned down and reassured her, "You'll have your fun." Then, he increased his pace even more, practically crushing her down into the mattress.
"God, Steve!" Her head was thrown back against the pillows as his lips pummelled into hers, hitting her sweet spot each and every time. "Yes!"
"So tight," He moaned as her inner walls gripped him like a vice. He felt her hips rise up to meet his, allowing him to dive even further inside, hitting even deeper which each push of his hips. His entire body felt like it was on fire, as his desire and love for his wife overpowered him, strengthening his every thrust as he strived for her release. "Always so tight, baby."
Natasha's nails clawed at his back, her foot coming up to press into the back of his thigh, urging him to continue, to never, ever stop. She couldn't care less about anyone overhearing her as more powerful moans and whimpers left her, but their friends had had the good sense to know to turn the television up earlier, when Steve and Natasha had left the room together.
She continued to encourage him with her words and noises, and her mouth hung open when Steve's hand suddenly gripped her leg and shoved it over her shoulder, and the new angle was guaranteed to be her undoing. Sure enough, with several more deep thrusts, Natasha was falling apart around him, her quivering and fluttering bringing him to his own release shortly after.
Steve fell onto the space beside her a few seconds later, after remaining inside her long enough to feel the fading waves of her orgasm. Her chest was still heaving when Natasha brought herself up to straddle his hips once again. Her hand stroked him a few times, but within moments, he was hard once again. Steve's head went back as Natasha sank down onto him once again, and she took no prisoners as she rocked and moved above him, writhing and crying out his name. She was so sensitive still from her first two orgasms, and half way through, she slowed her pace right down, simply taking the time to enjoy the feeling of him inside her, filling her so completely.
As Steve watched her, with her eyes closed and her back arched, he was utterly speechless. His hands moved up to her breasts, paying them close attention as he squeezed and twisted her nipples, something that had her whimpering for him to keep going. He rolled his hips in time with hers.
"You're mine, Steve Rogers." The words left her in breathless whispers, dripping with desire as she lifted herself and lowered back down onto him. "Only mine. Forever."
"Forever," He confirmed, managing to sit up so he could kiss her. Her arms wrapped around his neck, as if she needed him to help keep upright, and he was more than happy to help. His hands clasped onto her ass, helping her keep up the impressive pace she had started with.
"Steve..." She groaned out, a sign that another orgasm was fast approaching her.
He thrusted his hips up to meet hers, wanting to feel her coming around him once again, but more importantly, wanting to give her all the pleasure that she deserved. His hand dropped so his thumb could once again circle her clit, and the combination of that and how deep he was hitting inside her had her falling apart once again. Her face was filled with pure ecstasy as she gave into him, into what her body was building up. He followed soon after.
Temporarily stated, Natasha raised herself off him before collapsing against his side, half-covering his chest. Her legs entwined with his, and the both of their breathing was laboured as oxygen fought to get their to lungs. Steve kissed her warm forehead, nuzzling his nose into her hair.
"Never again, do I want to go through the amount of teasing and torture you put me through today." He informed her, as his hand stroked down her spine contently. Even in such a gentle touch, her skin tingled whenever his touch landed.
Natasha giggled, tilting her chin up so she could kiss along his jaw. He hadn't shaved all week, and the stubble felt wonderful against her mouth. "You enjoyed it."
"Very much so." He agreed, because he had done, even though on several times he'd had to refrain himself. "Even so, you have a cruel hold on me, woman. I will never not want you."
She smiled, and he could feel the movement of her mouth against his ear. "Are you going to keep your word about your earlier promise? The one about me not being able to walk properly tomorrow?"
Such a minx, he thought to himself. "I always keep my word, Natasha." He moved so he was hovering above her, but his hand on her waist rotated her body so she was lying on her stomach. Slowly, he kissed his way down her back before his hands fell upon her waist, lifting her up so she was on her knees, her hips in the air. He kissed her rounded ass, sucking and nipping at the soft skin, and she writhed before him. "Are you ready, sweetheart?"
"For you? Always." To prove her words, she shoved her hips backwards, giving them a little shake that drove him insane.
Growling, he lined himself up with her and entered her again. This position always seemed so different, and it wasn't just because of how much deeper he felt inside her. It was also a lot to do with trust on her part, and he always felt so proud whenever she allowed him to take her this way.
"You feel so good, Steve." She moaned, her head low as he moved in and out of her again. She had known before taunting him that he very much intended on keeping to his promise, but she could never resist the temptation of provoking him, especially when it always ended this well for her.
Purring as he grasped her hips and rammed her backwards against him, he promised, "I could do this all day."
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Okay, I didn't intend on this chapter being quite this long, but I had far too much fun writing it!
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