Nat proceeded to clean up her room but intentionally left the bed a little messy. She got changed into a pair of compression shorts and a skimpy, skin-tight tank top. Knowing Steve would also be down in the gym that morning, she couldn't resist showing a little skin. She loved the way he reacted whenever he saw her. Looking back on their years together, she wondered why they hadn't had sex before. The obvious sexual tension was ignored by both of them.
She grabbed a towel and a water bottle to take down with her. Her mind trailed off to all the things she and Steve could do now that they've slept together. Yes, there was the dirty stuff, but there was also the watching movies and wearing his sweatshirts. With these thoughts racing through her head, her core felt a little warmer than it usually did. She laughed to herself and shook her head while pressing the button to the first floor. The doors started to close before a hand stopped them. Clint appeared behind the elevator doors and stepped in. She smiled and he stayed quiet, unlike his usual self.
"So… you and Steve?" Clint questioned, not making eye contact. Jaw dropping, she looked at him and he stayed staring ahead. Natasha wasn't left speechless often, but Clint's straightforward questioning hours after the event had caught her off guard. She stared back at the ground.
"Had sex, yes," she stated. Clint starting laughing, a little too hard for her comfort. "What? Why are you laughing?"
"Is it gonna happen again?"
Nat hesitated, "…I believe so."
"You hope so," Clint said with a smile. And with that, he stepped out of the elevator on the first floor as did she. They parted without saying a word, probably because Clint was still chuckling. She headed towards the gym and began to stretch, wanting to wait for Steve.
Steve changed out of jeans and a t-shirt into more appropriate athletic wear to meet Nat down at the gym. No one, besides her, was ever there as early as him so he knew they would be alone for at least an hour.
He made his way to the first floor and eventually to the gym where Natasha was stretching in ways he never thought possible. His head was imagining things about her while she continued to bend over and twist around, not noticing he had arrived. Without thinking, he walked over and placed his hand on the small of her back. She grabbed his wrist out of reflex and twisted his arm behind him.
"Oh, my god Steve! I'm so sorry," she said out of surprise. She released her grip and helped him up from the stance he had fallen into.
"Okay, noted; don't do that again," he scolded himself. She laughed out of nervousness for Steve's sake. Although he's never been angry at her, she knows he can be awful when he's upset. So, to make up for it, she placed a kiss on his jawline while greeting him. And then another on his cheek, and one on his lips, more passionately. He grabbed onto her hips and kissed her back. Dropping his towel, he wrapped his arms around her back and picked her up about a foot off the ground. He walked over to the nearest wall which was somewhere in front of them; he wasn't really paying attention. While going at it, he ground his pelvis into hers and she moaned into his mouth with pleasure. She reached up and tangled her hands in his hair and wrapped her legs around him, using the wall as support—not that she needed much. The soft music that played in the background was tuned out by moaning and heavy breathing. They broke from each other's faces.
"We shouldn't do this out in the open," Steve sighed.
"A closet isn't out in the open," Nat smirked. He shook his head, not in resilience but in disbelief. She led him to a door in the corner of the gym and opened to reveal a janitor's closet. A few brooms and mops laid against the wall and shelves of cleaning supplies were the residents. She tugged him inside and shut the door. He went to turn on the lights but stopped as she told him not to. Nat slid her hands down to his waistline and tugged his shirt from his sweatpants and untied them. She pulled them down and lowered her body, kissing his chest all the way. She snapped his boxer's waist and he groaned. She snagged them down and grabbed ahold of his manhood. At first, it was just hand movements, but after some begging, she took him in her mouth. His head fell backward as he bucked into her. Moans from the both of them became louder. She used her mouth and hands to finish off the job and as he reached his climax, she backed off, but it still got on her shirt.
"Oh, Nat, I'm sorry. Damn, you think it'll come out?"
Natasha just laughed. She didn't care, in fact it was kind of a turn on. He pulled up his boxers then his sweatpants. They had been in the closet for a maximum of 10 minutes but Nat poked her head out just to be sure. Nat's and Steve's were both on the ground where they had left them. It was empty except for an extra towel that was left on a treadmill.