Natasha sat in her apartment and took a long, slow sip of vodka. The night had been enjoyable. It was always fun to exercise her feminine power over men and the idea of training one to be the perfect man and lover would be a nice change for her.
She also admitted, if she was being honest with herself, that she quite relished the idea of being the one to "corrupt" Captain America. So wholesome, pure, good and sweet. It was a temptation Natasha could not resist.
He had surprised her. His kisses had been at once passionate, tender and, she hated to acknowledge it, hot. She had no idea he was capable of that, of being so dominant and eager, given his history.
Or maybe he was always capable, just he never realized because of the sexual repression he has had all his life. She thought to herself.
Natasha finished her drink and got ready to turn in for the night. As she slipped into bed she pondered all the possibilities and lessons she could teach and torment him with. A wicked smile settled on her lips.
After Natasha had left Steve sat down on the couch and breathed out slowly, feeling some of the tension leave his body. Things had been intense all night but the tension was especially charged just then with Natasha.
She is going to be the death of me, that Natasha Romanoff. He thought quietly to himself.
Natasha.He liked the way her name felt and sounded when he said it. It seemed so natural and was kind of nice after being so stiff and formal for so long, always calling her Romanoff. It brought a smile to his face.
After getting ready to sleep Steve climbed into bed and for once he settled in quickly, the softness of the mattress a welcome relief to his still tightly coiled muscles. As he drifted off to sleep he wondered idly what in the world Natasha Romanoff had in store for him next.
The next morning Steve was up early as was his habit and was hitting the pavement . His head felt clearer than it had in weeks. His frustration at no new leads was still there but was no longer controlling him. Natasha had taken the edge off.
He did three laps and was just chuckling to himself as he came to a stop by the War Memorial. It was here that he had met Sam who was now possibly his closest friend, ally and sometimes gym buddy.
Steve hoped that whatever Sam had needed to deal with was going well. He missed not only the adventures but hanging out with him, drinking, watching sports and "classic movies".
He smiled at the memory. Sam had insisted that the two of them watch all sorts of old comedy, drama and action and thriller movies in rough chronological order.
"We've got to build it up, man. If I showed you something like "Transformers" or "Independence Day" you couldn't handle the awesomeness." Sam explained.
"I'll take your word for it." Steve replied.
They had watched "12 Angry Men", "Cape Fear" , "To Kill a Mockingbird", "Night of the Hunter" and, oddly, "The Sound of Music".
"Really? "The Sound of Music?" This doesn't seem like your kind of movie, Sam."
"It isn't but most girls love it. You want to get in good with the ladies then you gotta watch some sappy movies and they don't get sappier than this. Three hours of singing, romance."
"Three hours?" Steve exclaimed incredulous.
Steve felt a buzz in his pocket drawing him out of his reverie. It was a message from Natasha Romanoff.
6:00pm, your place.
Steve smiled despite the sudden nervousness he felt. He could only imagine what Natasha would teach him tonight and was eager to find out.
At 6:00pm sharp there was a knock om this door making Steve start from his pacing around the living room. The pacing was to calm his nerves. Smoothing down the front of his plaid shirt Steve hurried over to the front door. Taking a deep breath he opened it to find the source of his anxiety and anticipation waiting on the other side.
"Evening, Cap."
"Evening, Natasha. Come in."
Natasha walked past him as smooth and silent as a shadow. Steve pushed the door shut and watched her graceful, lithe figure move down the hall and settle on his couch. Steve's eyed her outfit. Today she was wearing a pair of tight black pants, knitted green sweater which accentuated her eyes and the red of her hair.
Natasha unzipped her black boots and tucked them under the couch and removed her sweater exposing her bright red top and necklace. Steve gulped and walked to the lounge room, unsure of what to do. Natasha glanced up at him, smiling and indicated he should take a seat on the couch next to her. Steve sat down but didn't look at her.
"Nervous about your lesson?" Natasha asked.
"Well you are sitting on my couch and removing your clothes so I'd say yes."
"Only my sweater, Captain. So..." Natasha trailed off, turning to look at him.
"So... umm." Steve looked down at his hands.
"Relax, Cap. You're far too uptight." Natasha giggled mischievously.
"I'm sorry." He apologized.
"Don't be." She said as she stroked his arm, enjoying the way he shivered. "You're still too tense. Why don't we start nice and slow like yesterday ." Natasha suggested.
"Ok. I can do that." Answered Steve, taking the lead and wrapping his arm around her, guiding her down onto the couch.
Natasha moaned in pleasure as his lips captured hers in a tender kiss. This encouraged him to kiss her deeper, to run his free hand along her face and into her hair. The kiss was tender, gentle and amazing. Natasha ran a hand through his hair and pulled him closer.
Her touch awoke something inside him, something that made him want to kiss her forever. He kissed her more passionately, forcefully. His desire and need for her was almost overwhelming. He trailed his hands down the nape of her neck and felt her arch into him, felt her get even closer to him, something he didn't think was possible.
Natasha broke from the kiss suddenly. Steve pulled back, confused. He thought things had be going well so why did she pull away? A sudden thought came to him.
"Natasha, what's the matter? Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?" Steve asked, full on concern.
"No, nothings wrong. Kiss me on my neck."
"Your neck?"
"Yes, here, please." she whispered, pointing.
"Why?"
"Because that is your lesson today. Finding places to kiss other than the lips. Neck, ears, throat, breasts, wrists. So many places to try out."
Steve obliged and grazed his lips over her skin. Natasha whimpered and turned her head, allowing Steve greater access. Steve kissed her tentatively with just the lightest pressure, delighting in hearing her moan. Emboldened by her response Steve kissed her harder before kissing all the way up to her ear, nipping it. Natasha yelped and Steve quickly pulled away.
"I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?" His voice gentle murmur in her ear.
She kissed up his jaw to his ear, whispering throatily. "No, its just I wasn't expecting it... Feels so good. Don't stop."
"Yes Ma'am." And he went back to her neck.
"Ah... Oh...Mmm." She sighed as she pressed him closer into her.
Steve kissed harder and harder, nipping at her neck now. Natasha writhed underneath him until he nipped the base of her neck. Natasha pushed him back.
"Oh God! I'm sorry! I've hurt you. I got carried away."
"No... its OK. It just that I don't want a hickey."
"A hickey? Whats that?"
"You'll find out." Natasha wound her fingers into his hair and tilted his head to get better angle. Her lips sought out the base of his neck and she kissed him hard, nibbling and biting his tender flesh.
"Natasha! Oh... Oh God! Ah!" Steve cried out squeezing her tighter to him.
Steve had never felt anything like it before and it felt like he was going to explode. Natasha could feel it too and pulled her lips back, panting. She stared into his eyes before he brought his lips back down to her ear.
"Natasha... the things you do to me... that you're teaching me..." he moaned
"Easy, Rogers. We've only just started." She warned.
"I'm sor.." He started until she stopped him with her a gentle kiss, never taking her eyes off him for a moment.
Breaking away from him she scolded him. "No more saying sorry. If you say it again our lesson is over."
Steve was silent for a moment before smirking and replying "I apologize then, Natasha."
There was a moment of silence before they both burst out laughing. As the laughter subsided Steve reached down and pushed a stray lock of hair out of her face, bringing his lips down to her neck.
"Cap, wait. Lets keep it just to kissing for now."
"I thought I was."
"I mean the lips, Rogers. I don't want you do get too carried away."
"Yes Ma'am." He replied.
And for the next hour their lips were very busy indeed. Eventually Natasha broke away from him
"Why don't we take a break?" She suggested trying to sitting up .
"Do we have to?" Steve asked disappointed, moving to let her up.
"Yes. Because..." Natasha stopped to kiss Steve's neck, straddling his lap. She stopped, hearing him groan and feeling his hands press into her back.
"I still have to finish your lesson." Natasha slowly kissed a trail up his neck, running along his jaw and to his ears. Steve was about to pull her down onto the couch again when she pushed herself off his lap.
"My, my, such an eager student, Cap."
"You are quite the teacher."
"I think you've learned the lesson for tonight."
Natasha reached for her sweater, grazing past Steve and he stiffened. She noted his response and already had her next lesson in place. She sat at the edge of the couch and zipped her boots.
"I'll be over at five tomorrow. I'm going to have fun with your next lesson, Rogers. I hope you don't mind getting up close and personal. I'll show myself out."
And just like that she was gone again. Leaving Steve in a state of disappointment, anticipation and confusion.
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