"I have found men who didn't know how to kiss. I've always found time to teach them." - Mae West

~X~

They had just gotten back from a mission in Kansas and Natasha was sitting in her living room reading a book and having a nice cup of hot chocolate. Her program for the evening was that, doing nothing, relaxing after a stressful mission. She was opening her copy of 'The Karamazov Brothers' when her phone beeped, Steve's message tone.

'Im dropping by.' That wasn't a question, he wasn't asking for approval, he was affirming, he was dropping by her place. He didn't usually do that. Natasha and Steve were often hanging out at each other's place. Sometimes, he dropped by her apartment to grab some pizza, other times she dropped by his to watch a film and, at times, they went out to eat burgers.

Natasha broke into his apartment very often, so it wasn't a surprise to Steve any more when he entered his living room and found Natasha sitting on the couch watching TV and eating chips, he wasn't bothered any more when Natasha teased him because of the few people he had kissed his entire life. She knew each and every single one of his neighbours. She was aware that the woman who lived next door, Sharon was a S.H.I.E.L.D agent and she knew that she was attracted to Steve – Natasha was also aware of Sharon's jealousy. But there was no reason for Sharon to be jealous, Steve and her, they were just friends, really good friends.

'Im waiting for you' She replied to the message with a small smile, company was always welcome. Since her apartment was always methodically clean and organized, Natasha didn't even have to bother organizing her stuff, As for Steve, he was a messy person. He would always have to clean everything, because if he let it pile up, then he couldn't even enter the apartment.

Natasha didn't even move a finger, she continued seating on the same chair, flipping the pages of the book every once in a while. Even though she was curious to know what Steve had to say to her that couldn't wait, she kept to herself. After around three or four minutes, she heard knocks on the door, Steve.

She unlocked the door and smiled

"Hey, Nat." Steve smiled back, somewhat awkwardly as she stepped aside allowing him in.

"'sup, Cap?" She replied while locking the door behind him before entering the living room with him.

"So..." He ran a hand through his hair nervously.

That was unlike him.

"So..." She echoed laughing.

"So… Nat... I was wondering if you could teach me how to kiss." His voice was so low that she found it almost impossible to hear what he'd said.

"What?" She asked moving closer to him and noting that the action made him even more uncomfortable. That was even more unlike him.

"Coulyouteachmehowtokiss?" he spoke so fast it took her a while to understand.

"Did I understand your request correctly? You want me to teach you how to kiss?" She smiled and repeated his words on purpose, to make him slightly uncomfortable.

"Well... Yes, I do." Steve said reluctantly, he sighed and looked down "But if you don't want to, it's okay."

"No! I'm completely okay with this. But, can I know why are you asking me this?"

"I want to take my neighbour on a date and I want to kiss her the right way, y'know?"

"Oh, Sharon..." She muttered with a devious smile, she had been trying to set them up for a long time, and then replied, "Of course... Now, how do you want to do this?"

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, yes, I forgot you haven't kissed anyone before." She teased him, and saw him open his mouth to protest, but she didn't give him time to say anything. "We can do it standing, sitting, with you on top of me, there are many options, you choose."

"I don't know…" He muttered for a second, "Standing, I guess. I'll probably kiss her goodbye, so I think standing is best."

"If you say so." Natasha shrugged, "I'm going to let you take control the first time and I'll correct you as we go."

Steve nodded and took a step closer, she could tell he was nervous, he was practically sweating. He cupped one of her cheeks softly and she shivered under his touch, she found it incredible just how romantic his touch was. She wasn't used to that much romance – even though he had only touched her once. He took a deep breath.

Then he leaned in and pressed his lips hard against hers, he didn't move his tongue, in fact, it didn't even leave his mouth. Then he pulled away, leaving her with just the slightest taste of him.

"How did I do?" He asked expectantly.

"Steve, you might have kissed me once like that, but that's not how this works." She held back a chuckle.

"Then teach me how people make out in the 21st century!" He exclaimed, clearly embarrassed by the words that had just left his mouth.

"Okay." She sighed thinking of an easier way to teach him how to do that. "Take a seat." She motioned for him to seat on her armchair. Steve did as he was told and, when he seemed comfortable, she sat on his lap, her legs hanging from the armrest. He gasped in surprise.

"It's going to be easier this way, Steve." She told him. "Now, when I touch your lips with my tongue you need to part them slightly so I can enter your mouth, got it?"

"Yes." He nodded. And, once more, Natasha leaned in for the kiss. She placed one of her hands on the back of his neck and gripped his hair lightly while their lips were together, he actually gave her access to his mouth that time, but still, it wasn't even near of what she considered good. She could feel his heart beating faster, all his muscles were tense. He needed to relax so they could do that. Again, she broke the kiss. She noticed how tightly he gripped the armrest.

"Steve, you need to relax." She told him placing one of her hands on his cheek, involuntarily mimicking his gesture from a few moments ago, hoping it would help him relax. "When I take hold of your hair, you can do the same, you can tug on it lightly. Lightly." She told him and kissed him again. It was no good, he was still nervous.

"Sorry, Nat. I think I can't do this." He said looking down, he looked helpless. He touched her thigh lightly as if telling her he wanted to stand and go.

"Oh yes you can." Natasha said and stood, "Look, Steve. Kissing is very good, actually, is one of the best sensations in the world, it truly is, but you have to relax, to let go so you can enjoy it, so you can do it the right way. Do you understand?"

He nodded,

"Now, Captain Rogers, are you going to do this the right way?"

"Yes, ma'am." He told her with a small smile, and Natasha sat back on his lap.

"You can take hold of my hair... this way." She said and took his hand in hers and placed it on her hair. Since she had just gotten back from a mission and didn't have time to straighten her hair, it was curly. "And you can tug on it lightly."

Then, after telling him that, she kissed him again. That time, he was fairly more relaxed. He did as he was told, tugging lightly on her hair and parting his lips slightly when she touched them with her tongue. Her hand, once more, took hold of his hair pulling it lightly as the kiss got more and more heated. He wasn't the best kisser, but he wasn't a bad one either. Truth was, he wasn't even near her standards, but then, she was looking for someone who would make her heart stop beating for a moment, someone who would make her mind blank – just like James did. Then she broke the kiss. Steve's face was flushed and his hair messy. He took his hand away from her hair and looked at her.

"How did I do?" He asked.

"That was good. How do you like kissing, Steve?"

"It's... a good sensation." He replied shrugging and Natasha noticed how his eyes were of a darker colour and how his pupils were dilated. Steve Rogers was aroused and she was sitting on his lap.

"Well, we still have a lot of things to work on before you ask Sharon out. But that's all for tonight." Natasha said and stood. "In any other situation, I would offer you some food, but, since we just came back from a mission, I don't have any here."

"Don't worry about it, Nat." He told her and stood, "I have to go anyway. Can we meet again tomorrow?"

"Sure." Natasha smiled at him, "My place or yours?"

"Mine." He said, "What time?"

"After work?" She suggested.

"Okay." He nodded and left the place.

When he closed the door behind him, she locked it and went back to her arm chair. She opened her book on the page she had stopped and took a sip of her hot chocolate. What was she doing with her life?