5 days went on after that day. Steve and Natasha kept doing a normal life, buying supplies when needed, texting Sam and Wanda and exercising together.
Sam was doing ok with his mission and it was almost over.
It was midnight and Steve and Natasha were sitting on the couch laughing and talking.
"I haven't even told you this, but you look good with the blonde hair." – Steve observed while touching her hair lightly.
That touch made her uncomfortable and she looked away and moved in her seat.
"Nat, did I do anything wrong?"
"No. I'm just tired. I'm going to bed."
"I'm going too."
They covered themselves with the blankets and turned the light off.
"I never got to thank you for letting me go with Bucky." – Steve broke the silence that was among them.
"You don't have to. I owed you, anyway. From that one time in DC."
"We're friends. You don't owe me when I save you."
"And you don't need to thank me either when I let you escape." – She replied austerely.
"What's going on?"
"Nothing. It's the second time you ask me what's wrong."
"You seem a bit off."
"I'm not." – Nat let out a sigh. "I'm happy you're here. We're meeting Sam soon. I'm just tired of leaving like this. Not being able to do anything. Just waiting."
"Hey, this is necessary. We have to stay here for now. You know that, Nat. In a month we'll be back on track, you'll see."
Natasha moved towards him and kissed Steve on the cheek. "Thanks for being a friend." She said.
Steve felt himself blush and was glad it was dark so she wouldn't notice that. "No need to thank, Romanoff."
He cupped her face and began rubbing her cheek with his thumb.
She then kissed him on his lips. And regretted it almost instantly.
"I'm sorry, Steve. I shouldn't have…"
He grabbed her face and kissed her back. He put his tongue inside her mouth and she did it back. Steve held her tight by the waist and Natasha held his neck, moving one of her hands once in a while to stroke his hair.
Steve then climbed on top of her and kept kissing her. Natasha felt his growing erection against her belly, which made her moan between their kisses.
She took his hand and put it on her breasts and whispered "Touch me".
He began caressing her breasts. Natasha took her pajama shirt off so Steve could touch her better.
"You're so beautiful, Nat." – He murmured against her skin.
He cupped her breasts and continued to stroke them, while kissing her lips and then her neck.
She was moaning throughout this and whispering Steve's name.
"Steve, take your clothes off." – Natasha said while taking off the rest of her clothes.
He undressed his shirt and his pants, keeping his underwear.
Natasha laughed when she noticed he was not fully naked.
"Rogers."
"What?"
"Take that off too. I wanna feel you."
He moved to his side of the bed, clearly uncomfortable.
"What's wrong, Steve?" – She asked, while fondling his hair.
"Nothing. I don't think I can do this. I'm sorry, Nat."
"Was it something I did? Is it me? You're not attracted to me?" – When saying this last sentence her voice broke.
"No. Hey, of course it's not you. Natasha, you're perfect." – Steve caressed her face and kissed her forehead. "The problem is me. It's complicated. You would laugh at me."
Natasha entangled her leg with his, covered his face with her hand. "I would never laugh at you. Trust me. You're one of my best friends. We're in bed together. I'm naked for you. Tell me, Steve."
"I'm a virgin."
"Steve, I could never make fun of you for that. It's ok. We're all have been virgins once. I don't wanna force you to do anything." – She caressed his chest. "I just wanna be with you. Whatever you wanna do it's ok."
Steve kissed her lips and held her close to him. "I wanna make love to you, Nat."
