Natasha lay in her bed and thought of Steve. She knew she had pushed him that night, brought him to the edge. He had responded well. He could have easily, very easily, flipped her, pinned her and found release.

She was proud of him for that, for resisting his baser urges and holding on to his morals.

He is getting close to being able to date. At least on the physical front.

Natasha's mind back to Steve's' apartment and the sorry state of his sheets, towels and general dustiness. True, things were neatly arranged and stacked but not to a discerning woman's standards.

The sheets and towel, though clean, were not luxurious or inviting. The bathroom a disaster and he hadn't much in the way of cleaning products.

Easily the next aspect that needs work is making his space inviting for a lady. This means we might have to get a bit dirty together.

Natasha sent him a text 9:00am Tomorrow.

Natasha smiled a slightly wicked smile to herself. She was going to have fun bossing him around.

Steve tossed and turned in his bed, unable to get comfortable or to get Natasha Romanoff out of his head. He had never seen a woman without a shirt on and to have seen, touched and kissed one all in the same night was a very big deal for him.

Natasha Romanoff, you will be the death of me!

Steve was excited and frustrated by her in equal parts and yet there was something more. There was a trust between them. A trust that they would keep his secret, a trust that they could depend upon each other when things got hard. It was only natural considering their line of work. They literally put their lives into the others hands and had have to save the other on more than one occasion.

Yet it was only now, only doing these lessons that Steve started to feel as if he really knew her. Her sense of humor, her interests, her vulnerable side. He could feel her start to trust him in a different way. She was forced to trust him with her life but now she was trusting him with her self. And he liked it. Steve drifted off to sleep, his body needing to recharge after the tense night he had just had.

The next morning he was up at 6am. He had enough time for his morning run and to do a class. He grabbed his bag and phone, shoving it into his bag without looking. He had to hurry if he was going to squeeze both in.

Two and a half hours later he was stepping out of class, tired but happy. They had really worked him hard this lesson which was exactly what he needed. The fires and thoughts within him calmed.

He entered the bathrooms and showered off quickly, being mindful that other people needed to use the showers to get ready for work. Steve felt the rumble in his stomach as he pulled his white t-shirt down. He grabbed his phone to check the time. That's when he saw the message. And it was now 8:45am. He was going to be cutting it close to get to his apartment on time. And Natahsa Romanoff was not a woman you stood up.

He arrived back to his appartment at 9:08am and she was waiting outside, dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, tapping the foot of her sneaker impatiently.

"Natasha, I'm sorry. I was at class and.."

"Is your phone broken, Rogers?"

"Pardon?"

"Is. Your. Phone. Broken?"

"I don't think so."

"Then you text if you are going to be late. If I was a date I would have left."

"I'm sorry, Natasha. You're right."

He looked at her and saw her face was an interesting mix of annoyance and satisfaction.

"Are you ok, Natasha?"

"I think this is the first time you've admitted that I'm right. Feels good."

"So... we're ok now?"

"That depends. Are you going to let me in or not?"

Steve unlocked the door and Natasha walked past him and stopped in the most unexpected place. His hall closet. She was busy rummaging and tossing all the sheets and towels onto the floor.

"Natasha what are you doing?"

"Helping." she answered.

"Really? It looks like you are making a mess."

"No, these sheets and towels are a mess. Have you ever heard of fabric softner or thread counts? These towels feel like sandpaper." Natasha chastised.

"There's nothing wrong with them!" Steve protested.

"I beg to differ. And every other woman would too. Today we get this place fit for female company." Natasha announced.

"Ok... so I dump my towels on the floor to make it more inviting?"

Natasha threw one at his face. Steve lifted his arm to block it.

"Natasha! I was joking."

"Dork." She smiled, closing the cupboard door and making her way to the kitchen.

"So what do I need to do?"

"Well we need to buy new sheets and towels, cleaning supplies and give this palce a thourough clean from top to bottom. Some air freshner wouldn't hurt either. "

"Alright... so when do we do this?"

"As soon as I finish my inspection." She called, this time her head burried in the cupboards under the kitchen sink.

"And how long will that take?" he asked.

Natasha was now in his bathroom, tutting in disapproval at what she found. "I'm done. And I have a lot of work to do."

"Hey!"

"Come on, Cap, we need to get a move on. I'll buy you breakfast."

An hour later Natasha was leading Steve through a department store straight to the bathroom section. She was quickly eyeing different (and to Steve indistinguishable except for colour) displays of towels. She finally stopped and pulled out a large white towel and handed it to him.

"Feel this."

Steve reluctantly stretched out his hand and ran his fingers over the fluffy towel and was surprised at how soft it was.

"It's nice." Steve agreed.

"This is what high thread count, fabric softened and tumble dried towels feel like as opposed to the line dried, cheap detergent ones you have."

"Natasha..." He warned.

"Just calling it as all women see it."

Natasha grabbed 4 more of the white towels, two bath mats, face washers and hand towels and piled them into Steves arms.

"Are you sure I need all of this?"

"Are you questioning my teaching, Rogers?" Natasha asked, her voice with a dangerous edge.

"No Ma'am."

"Good. Now on to bed sheets."

She helped him choose 4 new quilt sets in blue plaid and plain blue paired with plain white sheet sets so as to not scare or overwhelm him. But he was quite overwhelmed with the packages he was carrying. Natasha could barely see the top of his blonde hair over the sheer amount of items she was making him carry.

Twenty minutes later they had paid for and loaded the first set of items into the car. Now Natasha was ordering Steve around a different store selecting bathroom decor and cleaning items. She stood on the tips of her toes but couldn't quite reach the item at the back.

"Do you mind getting it for me?" She asked.

Steve reached for the bottle of cleaning fluid, his shirt pulling up a little and exposing his abs. He placed it in the trolley and noticed Natasha smirking.

"What?"

"Nothing." She replied. "Oh! You really are going to need some of this." Natasha bent over and grabbed some more cleaning products off a low shelf.

Steve couldn't help but notice her long, lithe legs in the shorts she was wearing, the smooth creamy skin leading to her shapely derriere. Steve blushed. They were out shopping. He shouldn't be thinking about kissing her right now.

But he couldn't help it. For the rest of the trip his eyes where drawn to her lips. His mind was clouded with the scent of her perfume, felt electricity surge through him with every touch between them, no matter how minor or accidental.

They finished the trip and were shortly back his apartment. He stood facing her in the lounge, the space between them filled with several bags of shopping. Steve was nervous, unsure of what she had planned.

"So... now what?"

"You're going to help me strip the bedroom."

"What?" Steve gasped.

"Easy, Cap. It just means we take all the sheets and covers off your bed. I'll show you how do do your laundry properly then we can get started cleaning this place up."

"Oh."

"It's not that kind of lesson today, Cap. Now come on, let's get to work."

Steve helped remove all the covers and sheets from his bed and Natasha took them along with one of the new sets into the laundry room telling him you always wash new things before wearing or using them. They then returned where Natasha got busy sweeping and vaccuming the lounge and sent him to the bathroom with gloves, brushes and sprays to clean out his shower.

"Ugh." Steve moaned.

"Remember that feeling, Cap. That is what any woman would feel and it's punishment for you for letting it get that bad."

"Yes Ma'am. Lesson learned."

"Oh I'm not done teaching you yet, Cap." Natasha called as she left to put the bedding in the dryer, leaving him to scrub his bathroom until it was pristine.

The bathroom and lounge now presentable they both returned to the bedroom to make the bed up with the new items. Steve had to admit it did feel nicer and cleaner than his previous ones.

"Ok. What do we do next?"

"Kitchen. You wash, I dry."

They started the last of the chores but Natasha, having more free time with hers, flicked his arm with her tea towel.

"Hey!"

"Speed up, old man."

Steve started to wash a bit faster. Natasha even more swiftly dried the plate and swatted his arm again.

"Natasha." He growled.

"Yes, Cap?"

"If you do that again, you'll be sorry." He warned

"Do what? This?" She asked, flicking his arm a third time with the towel.

He whirled on her, lightning fast, his right hand pinning both of hers above her head against the wall, his eyes burning into hers.

She stared back defiantly. "You know I can easily get out of this, right?"

"I know. But you don't want to." And he silenced all further talk with a kiss.

Natasha gasped first in surprise, then in pleasure. He had never kissed like this before, so confident, so dominant. She felt her hands released from his grip, his hands tracing down the sides of her body, as she shivered in delight from his touch. Her own hands made their way to his face and neck to pull him closer.

His hands were at the back of her legs and he lifted her up easily, bringing them face to face. Natasha instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist which caused Steve to step back to regain his balance. Using the new momentum he carried her to his bedroom, tumbling sideways onto the bed.

Natasha rolled onto her back and pulled him on top of her. "Shirt" she ordered, pulling at the bottom edge of his. Steve was more than willing to comply, tossing it somewhere to the side before he kissed her again. His hands stared to tug at the edge of her tank top but it was stubbornly refusing to come up.

Natasha noticed and tried herself with the same results. "it must be snagged on my shorts." She murmured.

Natasha undid her shorts and slid them down, kicking them off the bed. Steve stopped, beet red. He was too shy and nervous to consider even looking at Natasha between her knee and hip, let alone touching her there.

"Natasha..I..."

"Shh. Just kissing. I promise."

She pulled his mouth to hers again, arcing her body into him. Steve moaned and pressed against her tighter. He broke away from her lips and started to kiss along her neck, seeking out the most sensitive spots.

"Steve!" She cried in surprise, writhing underneath him.

He insreased the pressure of his lips, nipping and sucking at her delicate throat, pressing against her firmer than before. Her breathing was coming in short little gasps now, her fingernails clawing down his back as he turned up the intensity of his attack on her neck.

"Ah!" She cried out, biting into his shoulder.

He pulled his lips from her, noticing the bright red mark he had made.

"Oops." He muttered sheepishly.

Natasha responded by kissing him firmly along his jaw, her hands on his hips, pulling him closer to her. Her lips sought out his neck and she was going to repay the favour. Nibbling and sucking as she pressed herself tighter and tighter to him.

"Natasha... careful.. please.."

In all previous kissing sessions she would have called a stop to it by now but the tension between them was palapable. It had been steadily increasing and it needed a release. Steve's head was swimming and he was seeing stars. He had never felt anything this intense before and he brain could hardly keep track of all the different sensations of her body touching his.

"AH! Natasha!" Came his strangled cry as she nipped his neck. He pulled his neck away from her lips and rested his forehead against hers, eyes staring into hers, noticing the satisfied smile on her lips.

"Well you sure showed me, Cap. I will most certainly flick you with a tea towel again."

"Oh will you now? This is worth it to you?" He ran a finger lightly across the hickey he had just given her.

She leaned up and kissed him lightly on the lips in answer, running her hand down his face and to the hickey on his neck. Steve laid backed on the bed, his left arm under Natasha, holding her close to him, enjoying the moment of calm between them.

Natasha sat up, turned to him and smiled. "It is today."

Steve chuckled lightly.

Natashas eyes fell to the alarm clock next to the bed. She frowned slightly. "I'm going to have to go, Cap. But don't think this gets you out of doing the dishes."

He rolled his eyes at her as she turned to go.

"Stay out of trouble, Cap."

"Shouldn't I say that to you?"

She chuckled lightly. "Maybe. I'll see you soon."

And she let her self out, leaving Steve in a state of euphoria and relaxation.