Nat and Cap
Pt 2
God, she was beautiful the way she walked up those stairs, swaying her hips all the way up. He was aroused by her looks alone but the way she teased him tonight was practically unbearable. It was next to impossible for him to reject her when she was throwing herself at him; he knew he did the right thing, like he always does, but every fiber in his being, especially the ones in his lower region, were telling him to sweep her off her feet and take her back to his room to do things that he hadn't experienced since his tour back before he drove that plane into the ice. The extravagant women who would lead him to their bedroom to have sex were different than Natasha. That was nothing besides the need for someone's physical connection.
Back in Natasha's room, she couldn't help but feel less confident than she was used to after walking away from a guy. Steve Rodgers was the ultimate man, and if she could get him, she could get any guy. She knew she was an attractive woman but she was feeling almost self-conscious. Needing to get him out of her head, she headed to the bathroom to draw a bath.
Steve started up the stairs to head to his room when he started to feel guilty. The look in her eyes when he rejected her was etched into his mind. He knew that she was the type of person to sleep with people to get what she wanted whether it was a business transaction or some sort of mission but he had seen her flirt up close and this was much more passion filled. So instead of taking the elevator up to his floor, he stopped along the way to make a short visit.
He knocked on the door with hesitation while saying, "Nat? Are you in there? I just wanna talk. Look, I'm really sorry." He knocked again and checked the knob; it was open. Peaking his head in, he saw the main living room area was plain and empty. He let himself in only to hear some noises in the bathroom. Being the gentleman he is, he wouldn't dare go near it and waited on the couch while skimming through channels on the TV.
The bathtub slowly filled up with bubbles and Natasha slipped out of her skin-tight dress and into the tub. She started to hum and wash her hair when she heard the noise of someone talking. "Hello?" She called out but no one answered. She rinsed her hair and got out of the bath, wrapping a towel around herself. She walked out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel carrying her uniform and pajamas she was planning on changing into. Strolling into the living room, she stopped when she saw the back of Steve's head poking from the couch. "Steve! Oh My God! What are you doing in here?" She yelled. He whipped his head around and, to his surprise, found Natasha in nothing but a skimpy towel. He couldn't help but stare at her long legs and curves that showed clearly in the towel. Instead of trying to cover herself up, she decided that she was going to let him admire her—get her self-esteem up a little. She knew she was an attractive woman and took notice as he looked her up and down, noticeably stuttering.
"Oh, I uh just wanted to say that I'm sorry. I didn't mean to turn you down the way I did. I just think it wouldn't be the greatest idea."
"You don't like me?" Natasha asked, thinking she could charm her way into his head.
He shook his head almost too quickly. "No! That's not it at all," He responded as she stepped closer and started to loosen her grip on her towel. The fabric around his crotch seemed very tight all of a sudden. She leaned in only centimeters away from his lips and he didn't push her away this time. Rather, he leaned in and closed the gap between their lips and wrapped his arms around her waist. She gleefully kissed him back but all she could focus on was the fact that 30 minutes ago he rejected her so forcefully; what had changed?