A/N:

Well hello my favourite people. How's life treating? I hope very well. So someone said they wanted to see a part two of my previous chapter and I think that's a fab idea. Like one where Steve is still in love with Peggy even after all these years and how Natasha has to deal with it. What say?

Also Claire O'Mack, thanks for your constructive criticism. You see the point of writing fanfic, besides sharing my ideas, is to improve my writing skills so I absolutely adore comments like yours. So no, I didn't take the smallest bit of offence, only some tips to help me better my writing. And a huge thank you to all of you who've followed, favourited and reviewed.

Lastly, this chapter is steamy, not crazy smut but a lot of kissing. A definite T rated chapter. Please use your discretion. But otherwise this should be interesting.

Disclaimer: Not mine!

E for Exquisite

The fettuccine was boiling on the stove while Steve sliced some mushrooms. He was at his apartment, it was one of those rare days when he cooked. The front door opened. He stood tense, expecting an intruder but when heard the familiar click of heels he loosened up and went back to the mundane task of chopping.

"Cap?" he heard her call.

"In the kitchen" he replied. Soon warm arms were wrapped around his waist.

"Hey" Natasha said with a sigh as she rested her head atop his back.

"Hi" Steve replied with a small chuckle. "Was the meeting that bad?"

"I hate diplomats" Natasha had been at an excruciating long conference, where she had to meet and have actual conversation with fellow humans. Nothing tired her more than that.

"Well I'm making some dinner. Get comfy, I'll be with you in some time"

"I'm not hungry for pasta"

"Huh? Then what are you hungry for?"

"You" With that she got up to her tippy-toes and landed an open-mouthed, moist kiss at the base of his neck.

"Natasha... I'm cooking" he said in a manner of a warning.

"Don't care" She continued to kiss his neck, all the while, toying with the hem of his shirt. It was so hard not to give in. And he wanted to give in but there were these few days where Natasha would be in mood for some loud and frantic lovemaking sessions and she'd pull all the tricks in the books to get him to agree, giving him all kinds of attention in all kinds of places. So he tired to hold back a little, so as to enjoy. Keyword: tried. "Turn around" she commanded.

He just chuckled, pretending as if none of this made much difference to him, when in actuality, blood was rushing southward astoundingly fast. Now she had her hands under his shirt, running them across his back, his torso; tracing patterns around his belly button. His charade wasn't going to last much longer, he was going to cave in very soon. She pressed herself flush against him and seductively but his earlobe, not that the other actions hadn't been seductive. "Steve.." she called or rather purred.

"Okay that does it" His self control failed him and whipped around, grabbing her tight. He landed a hard kiss and she instantly reciprocated. Her hands were in his hair, tugging at the roots while his hands were on her waist. She parted his lips and slipped her tongue inside, giving him an opportunity to do the same. Teeth and toungues clashed, a battle for dominance, none of the contenders giving up. His hands slipped lower, as he lifted her and wrapped her legs around his waist. He turned them around so that she was seated on the counter, legs still wrapped.

His hands were stroking her thigh as she nipped at his upper lip. She pulled back to suck in air as they'd both forgotten how necessary oxygen was but almost immediately, Steve pulled her back. But she resisted and instead sucked on his neck. A growl escaped him and she giggled. As repayment, he traced her collarbone with his tongue and she gasped, arching into him. He looked up at her, she was always beautiful to him but now, with swollen lips from his passionate kisses, hooded eyes and unruly hair, she was exquisite.

As Steve continued to assault her collarbones, she knocked over the cream next to her. He pulled back.

"Shall we take this to the bedroom?" He asked.

"Mmhm" was all she could say. He carried her to the bed and the next hour or so was spent in an activity that required no clothing.

As they lay on the bed, Steve asked "Want some food now?"

"I told you, I was only hungry for you" she said sleepily. He couldn't help but laugh.

A/N:

I don't think I've ever blushed so much. Well it's all worth it if you'll enjoyed it. Let me know what you think. Also can I have a great word for 'F'? R&R. Untill next time :)

~TSF