The last part of this chapter is rated M!

Chapter 18

Natasha landed on Tuesday noon in DC and drove to Fury's house to drop off the cookies Laura made for him and some drawings from Lila. Fury was at SHIELD but his housekeeper Mary was there and made her lunch after she told her that she hadn't eaten anything yet. She chatted a little bit with Mary and thanked her for lunch.

She didn't need to be at SHIELD until the next day and so she drove to the shopping mall to find new pieces for her wardrobe. She found a black a line skirt that was perfect for her dancing lesson with Steve tonight. She bought it and got a new leather jacket as well and drove back home after a stop at the grocery store. She wanted to make piroschki for Steve and didn't have all the ingredients at home. She spent the afternoon in her kitchen and then got ready for their date. She chose the skirt because she hoped it would twirl nicely when they danced. She couldn't even remember the last time she danced just for fun and not for a mission. She styled her new skirt with a white shirt that she tugged in and slipped into simple black pumps. She wasn't in the mood for something fancy, so she just put her hair into a ponytail. She grabbed her purse and the plate with the piroschki on and left her apartment. On her way down the staircase she run into her elderly neighbor Mrs. Mills who thought her name was Natalie and that she worked in IT.

"Natalie!" The older woman smiled at her. "You look very lovely! Going on a romantic date?"

Natasha thought about lying but why should she? Mrs. Mills was a 84 year old widow with no connections to agencies or governments (she checked everyone in the building before she bought her apartment.). "Yes, as a matter of fact I am."

"Wonderful! I hope he knows how lucky he is to have such great company like you!"

She wondered if she would say the same if she knew who she really was and that she was on her way to Captain America."I'm the one who's the lucky one, believe me."

Mrs. Mills snickered and walked to the door that led to her floor. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." She winked before she left the staircase. Natasha smiled to herself and shook her head. From what she knew Mrs. Mills was quite popular with the men before she met her late husband. She even claimed to have had an affair with Harrison Ford and for some reason Natasha believed her.

She met the nurse at the entrance of Steve's building and she could swear that Kate looked like she didn't want to run into Natasha. The expression left her face quickly and the nurse smiled at her. "Natasha, right?"

She just nodded and thanked her when Kate held the door for her open. Her hands were busy with the plate of piroschkis. Kate wished her a nice evening and then left. Something seemed off with Kate, she couldn't name it yet but her gut told her that Kate was hiding something. She needed to look into Kate's background to make sure Steve was safe.

She was still thinking about what could be wrong with Kate when she knocked on Steve's door. The door got opened and he gave her his boyish smile that she loved so much and all doubts about his neighbor were gone. He was the only thing on her mind now.

"Hi, Nat." He took the plate out of hands and let her in. "These are for us?"

"Yeah, they are piroschkis. I made them today. I hope you like them." She gave him a coy smile. Didn't she read somewhere that the best way to a man's heart was through his stomach.

"I'm sure I'll will." He yelled from his kitchen to put the food there and she hung her leather jacket and purse on his wardrobe. She walked into his living room and he already moved the coffee table to the side and placed a few records on the couch.

"I didn't know what you wanted to eat. We can eat your piroschkis or order something if you like. I bought wine but I don't know if it will fit to your food." He told her when he came to the living room. She walked over to him and grabbed him by the collar of his button down to kiss him. "Hi" She whispered against his lips and he smiled.

"I missed you." He pecked her lips again.

"I... I missed you, too." She admitted and he smiled at her like he knew that wasn't easy for her to say that.

She put a record on she thought was apprioate for dance music and held her hand out for him. "You ready for your first dance, Captain?"

"I hope I don't step on your feet. I'm sure I'm terrible at this." He took her hand and let her adjust his hands.

"Dancing is like fighting in a way, Steve. And we're both in sync on the battle field. We'll figure this one out too." She took the lead and showed him how to move. He did step on her feet a few times in the beginning but he got better the more they danced around his living room. Steve's stomach began to growl and they took a break to eat something.

"Mm, they're really good, Nat." He mumbled between bites and she smiled at him. She only made piroschkis for people who were important to her and she was happy that he liked them. He ate the majority of them and it really looked like he enjoyed that.

"I'm glad you like them."

"I love them!" He licked his fingers and grinned at her. "They were amazing!"

"Thanks." She took a sip from her wine glass. "You wanna lean how to twirl and dip me next?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

She was right, the skirt did twirl nicely while he spun her around. Just like with fighting they found their rhythm and danced as one. She had so much fun dancing with Steve and by the look by of his face he looked pretty happy too.

"Okay and now dip me, Rogers." She said after he pulled her back against his chest.

"What if I let you drop?" He looked actually worried about that.

"I think I'll survive a fall from this height even if you let me fall but I highly doubt it. Now dip me!" She leaned to the side and Steve took the hint and dipped her. And would you look at that she didn't fall. She smirked at him and apparently he decided to kiss her smirk of her face. He was still dipping her and he had his arms wrapped around her back. Just the raining was missing and it would have been a kiss out of classic Hollywood movie. Thanks to his strength he had no problem to move one arm under her legs and he picked her up and carried her to his couch. They didn't stop kissing and they ended up laying on his sofa with Steve on top of her. He pressed her down into the couch and she had nowhere to go (she knew that he would get immediately off if her if she told him so) and that usually would freak her out but not with Steve. She liked being trapped under his body, he was so warm and he felt so safe. She slung her leg around his waist and he moved his hand to caress her skin there while exploring her mouth with his tongue. She looped her arms around his neck to pull him closer to her until their chests were touching. His hand disappeared under the hem of her skirt and she couldn't hold back the moan that left her mouth.

Steve pulled his hand back. "Sorry." His hair was messy from her roaming hands, his cheeks flushed and his pupils dilated. She couldn't believe she was the reason for Captain America being so turned on.

She grabbed his hand and pushed it back under her skirt. "Don't be sorry. I liked it. Keep going if you want to."

"Yeah?" He gave her his boyish grin and brushed his fingers over her thigh.

"Yeah." She breathed out because he moved his fingertips to the inside of her thigh and looked at her for reassurance. She nodded and he caressed her skin there. She cupped his face and kissed him again. Steve's touches were shy at first but he grew confident and his hand moved slowly but surely up. Only a few inches more and he could feel how turned on she was. His knuckles brushed against her panties and they both moaned. She moaned because of how good it felt to be finally touched there again and he did because he could feel how damp her panties were.

"Natasha. Should we stop?" His hand was still between her legs but he stopped moving it.

"I don't want to stop. Do you want to stop?"

He shook his head and she smiled at him. She pulled him down again to give him a deep kiss. She sucked on his lower lip after biting it and his hand moved to stroke her over her panties.

"I'm flying blind here, Nat." He murmured against her lips. "Tell me what to do."

A part of her wanted to see how far she could push him with dirty talk but she figured that it would be too soon for that. She spread her legs as wide as their position on the couch allowed her to give him better access.

"This feels good so far, Steve. Keep touching me like that for a while." She kissed him again and moved her right hand down to his pants. She brushed her hand over his erection. Steve groaned and she started to palm him over his jeans. "This okay?"

Steve bit his lip and nodded. "Feels amazing." He continued to rub her over her underwear while she did the same to his hard on. She grew wetter and wetter by the second and she wondered how far they would take it tonight. She really wanted his fingers inside her but she wasn't sure if that was too much for him. She knew he wanted her but was he really ready for that aspect of their relationship? Did they even have a relationship? Did people talk about that and decided they were in one or was that just an unspoken agreement between two people?

Steve interrupted her train of thoughts. "Do you want to leave this one?" He tugged on the waistband of her panties. She shook her head and so she helped him remove her skirt and panties. She didn't know how else to name it but Steve looked at her with awe and admiration like he couldn't believe what he saw. She pulled her shirt over her head and was now only laying in her bra in front of him. A simple nude bra, she should have worn sexier underwear. But Steve didn't seem to mind and leaned down on her again and kissed her. His fingers moved to play with her bra straps and she pushed him up and followed him to unclasp her bra and let the straps fall over her shoulders. She did a little show for him and they both knew that but it was the first time he saw a woman naked and he deserved to have it a little bit special. She let Steve remove her bra and he threw it somewhere in his living room. He looked at her with affection and wanton in his eyes and she felt so cherish in that moment. He looked at her like she was some sort of gift, like she was special. She unbotton his shirt, brushed it off his shoulders and he pulled his undershirt over his head so she kissed his chest. He pushed her down on the couch again and kissed her neck and started to suck on her pulse point. Her heart was racing and she was sure he could feel it. He settled between her legs again and started to explore her folds with her guidance. He didn't know what to do but he was a quick learner and listened to her and her body. She closed her eyes when he pushed a finger into her and when she opened them again he was looking at her with curiosity and heat.

"Good?" He asked her and began to thrust his finger and it felt so fucking amazing. She didn't know if it was because she hadn't had sex in months or because it was Steve but she was already so close.

"Yeah, keep going." She moaned out and he started to rub her clit. "You can add another finger."

He did and his fingers felt so good. She wondered how it would feel if it was his cock inside of her. He kept thrusting his fingers in and out of her and she crashed their lips together and she came almost embarrassingly fast when he pressed down on her clit. He almost looked surprised and she blushed.

"I thought it took women some time to reach their..." Now he was the one blushing. God, he was so cute. "Their orgasm."

"That's usually true. It's just been some time for me and you really good with your fingers. Must be the artist in you."

"So it was good?"

She laughed. "Yeah, it was really good for your first try." She pecked his lips. "Do you want me to do the same for you?"

"If you want. I'd like you to." He admitted and blushed again. She looked at the tent he was sporting in his jeans and that had to be painful.

"I want to, believe me." She smirked at him and he was a cross between excitement and nervousness. "What's wrong?"

"I don't think I'll last long." He whispered out and looked embarrassed.

"That's okay. Otherwise my hand and arm would get tired." She moved her hands to his belt and he caught her wrist." I'd like to kiss you some more." His gaze fell to her breasts and she almost laughed. Captain America was only a man after all. She knew she had pretty tits and was flattered that Steve seemd to be into them. She leaned down again on the couch and crossed her hands behind her head. "Have at it."

He crawled over her and started to kiss his way from her lips to her breasts. He left open-mouth kisses on her neck and colllarbone and fondled and kissed her tits with gentleness and curioristy. She probaly should have let him play with her breasts before she let him finger her. Did she do it wrong, introducing him to sex? The thought was gone the minute he closed his mouth around her nipple and she just enjoyed it. He spent a few more minutes with her cleavage and then moved his head up again and kissed her thoroughly.

"Ready?" She asked and when he nodded she told him to lay down on the couch and settled to sit between his legs, one of his leg had to hang of the couch to make room for her. She unbuckled his belt and he helped her slip of his jeans and boxer briefs off. Captain America wore blue boxer briefs from Calvin Klein if anyone was wondering. She slipped his underwear off and then took her place between his legs again. She finally got a good look at him and holy shit. Didn't those agents in the locker room wondered if everything of him was enhanced? The answer was definitely yes, or maybe he always had a big cock, who knew.

"Wow!" She gasped out and looked him in the eyes.

Steve looked even more flustered if that was possible. "Yeah, I'm a little bit bigger than average."

"A little? With a cock like that you don't have to be modest." She grinned and he looked both embarrassed and proud.

"Happy with your purchase?" He quipped and grinned at her.

"Very!" She would be probably ruined for other men after he was inside her. She didn't think anyone could compete with that. He was big and thick and with some experience he might could make her come with only penetrative sex. But she was getting ahead of herself because no matter how horny she was, she wouldn't sleep with him tonight.

She scratched her nails gently from his knees up to his thighs and he seemed to like it. He moaned her name when she brushed her fingers over his length. She closed her hand around him and slowly moved it up and down. He grabbed the back of the couch with his hand and bit his lips. God, he looked perfect like this. She wrapped both hands around him and let him thrust into her hands. He was pulsing under them and by the looks and sounds of it he was already close. She started to squeeze him lightly and his moans turned into groans and when she brushed her thumb over his tip he came with a shout of her name.

He looked at her with glassy eyes and a dopey grin. "That was fucking incredible,Nat." He sat up and grabbed his undershirt from the floor and clean up his cum. How considerate of him, she had lovers before him who wanted her to lick it off which wasn't something she was really into.

He threw the shirt back on the floor. "Come here." He tugged her against his chest and wrapped his arms around her. She buried her face in the space between his neck and shoulder. She took a deep breath, he smelled so good.

"Do you want to stay here?" He mumbled and she could hear the hesitation in his voice. It wouldn't be the first time they shared a bed but it would be the first time after something sexual happened between them and she didn't stay overnight after sex. But this was Steve and she loved him and trusted him.

"Yeah. I do." She admitted. "I'll have to get up early tomorrow though to get to my place to change before work."

"That can be arranged." She could hear the joy in his voice and knew she made the right decision.

"You have a shirt for me that I can borrow?"

"Yup and a unused tooth brush you can use."

He kissed her and then got up to his bedroom to get her a shirt. And she enjoyed the view of his naked ass while he walked to his bed room. God bless America, indeed. He was quite the specimen with a heart made out of gold and an amazing character. They truly didn't make them like him anymore. She was one lucky girl.

He gave her a fresh shirt and she cleaned herself up in the bathroom and he joined her and they brushed their teeth, it felt almost domestic. She braided her hair and when she walked into the bedroom Steve already put a glass of water on each night stand and was opening his window and pulling the blinds down.

She crawled under his blankets and the bed smelled heavenly, exactly like Steve. He smiled at her warmly and joined her. She rested her head on his chest and listened to his steady heartbeat.

"That was really great. The dancing and... and the other stuff." Steve blurted out when she was already dozing off.

"The other stuff?" She laughed.

"You know what I mean." She didn't need to look at him to know that he was blushing.

She was too tired to tease him. "Yeah, I do. And it was really great. And believe me it only gets better from here." Okay, she did need to tease him a little bit.

She could hear him swallow and smirked into his chest. "Good night, Steve. Sweet dreams."

"Good night, Nat."

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