A/N: There is smut in this chapter. I know people don't want to Steve to date Sharon, but he has to do that in order to realize that it is Nat that he loves and not that blond woman (ugh how I hate her). Besides, I love writing angst, so... Enjoy :3
R&R
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"'Twas not my lips you kissed, but my soul" - Judy Garland
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The past few days, Steve seemed very excited. He was more cheerful and told her all the time it was because of her tips on kissing. While his life seemed perfect, hers was a complete disaster, she seemed to be crumbling under her feelings and losing everything she had, including her sanity. Clint wasn't talking to her more than the strictly necessary, he had even asked Fury to change partners, unfortunately, with S.H.I.E.L.D being inactive because of the past events, there was no one else he could be paired up with if not Natasha or Steve. Natasha both regretted and rejoiced for having accepted Steve's request of teaching him how to make out without thinking about the consequences first – Still, how was she to know that just a kiss would awaken the side of her she considered to have died a long time ago, her heart. She was happy for him, because there was nothing that brought her more self-satisfaction than to see him smile like that, to see his beautiful blue eyes lighten up when he spoke about Sharon. Even if she wanted him to be speaking of her, she knew that, indirectly, she was the cause for that smile.
Natasha had no idea of when that happened, she simply caught herself feeling different when she was around Steve, the same way she felt when she was near the men she had once loved and that was when she realized she loved him, that during the past few weeks, her only reason to get out of bed each morning was Steve, that her happiness was to see him happy. Natasha was in love. She was in love with a man that didn't belong to her, a man who deserved more than she could ever give him, a man who deserved a family and safety and that was something she couldn't provide.
"Hey, Nat!" Steve said when she picked up the phone. She was secretly glad to hear his voice, she tried to hold back a smile, but she wasn't able to do that.
"Whassup, Steve?" She replied trying to sound indifferent.
"Guess what?!" He told her, he seemed really excited about something, but, at the same time, as nervous as he could be. "Tomorrow night is the third date!"
"That's great!" All the excitement in Natasha's voice was faked, his words were like a knife buried deep in her back. Why she was feeling like that? She didn't know, at least, she would get to sleep with him, right? "Why don't you come over tonight so I can finish the lessons."
"Sure!" He seemed so excited that it almost made her break down, but she refused to do so just as many other times in her life.
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Natasha spent the rest of the day almost as excited as he was. She was looking forward to tasting his lips and, perhaps, doing something more that night. Every footstep she heard on the corridor outside her apartment was enough to make her heart beat faster in anticipation and make her head turn, but, as soon as she realized they weren't Steve's, she felt a wave of disappointment wash over her, she was trying to rush the hours just to see him step inside her apartment and greet her with that smile of his. When she finally heard the doorbell ring she jumped from her armchair to open the door. Steve was there, just as she expected. He had a smile spread on his face as she invited him in.
"So..." He muttered nervous as the first time he was there. Well, it was the first time he was there for that kind of thing.
"So..." She laughed as she looked at him, "Well, tell me a bit more about how it went with Sharon. Besides what we're practicing tonight, do you want to try anything else you are not feeling confident about?"
"Nope." Was his reply. "Well, me and Sharon, we're doing just fine. She seems to be very happy with me and I'm very happy with her. I just... I just don't want to mess up in the third date. I know how important this is for her and it is for me too."
"Right..." Natasha nodded thinking of his words, "Then we should get started with this. I'm not going to teach you like I did with the kisses. You'll start by kissing me and we'll see where we get from there. Any mistakes you make I'll correct them during the act." She told him and, in no time, he had kissed her. Just as many other times, she tasted his sweet lips, just that, that time, she used all the tricks she had, every single one to get him aroused even faster. And it worked.
Soon, his lips were attacking her neck, tasting the her sweet skin, nipping on the white skin and leaving small red marks, as if he was claiming her. The thought of that, of him wanting her and no one else was enough to make her moan and she decided that she wouldn't let anything get in the way that moment. It was just her and Steve. As his hands moved under her shirt, she nipped gently on his earlobe and he own hands found their way to his bare back underneath the shirt he wore. She scratched his back with her nails leaving lond red trails and making him groan in pleasure. Natasha had managed to make him drunk just by kissing him again. He was like a drug, she knew it was wrong to be doing that, she knew that he didn't need anymore help to do what he was going to do, but still she insisted on tasting his lips, on making him believe that he wasn't ready yet and it wasn't because she was evil, but because she refused to imagine a life without his avid kisses, without his soft touch.
She helped him take off her own shirt and started to unbutton his own. Soon, their clothes were on the floor. They searched around the living room for a flat surface, any surface that would serve as a support for their bodies. Finding none, she led him to the bedroom, where he pressed her body gently against the soft mattress and placed himself on top of her. He kissed her neck once more, but, that time, he didn't stop at the neck, he went further down until he reached the sensitive spot between her inner thighs. His hands spread them apart, his movements managed to be gentle, but rough at the same time, his touch sent shivers down her spine and she couldn't hold back a moan when she felt his thumb on her clit and two of his fingers entering her slit. She gripped the bed clothing tightly, where had he learned that?
His fingers moved with expertise and, even though his touch sent ecstatic waves through her body that made all her muscles contract and relax at the same time and made her thoughts blurry, she didn't moan as loudly as he did when he used his tongue too. Natasha moved her grip from the sheets to his hair to guide him. She could feel herself close, but, just as she was reaching her climax, he stopped. He looked at her with eager eyes, filled with lust desire and another emotion she couldn't quite identify. He kissed her deeply and she could taste herself on his lips, then he entered her. She moaned even louder – if that was possible – and raised her hips to meet his. They moved in perfect synchrony. It wasn't only his size that allowed him to go in even deeper inside her, but also his technique. Somehow, he managed to hit the spot inside her that made her dig her nails even deeper on his back.
"Fuck, Natasha." He whispered on her ear, his hot breathing tickled her neck, his voice was throaty.
Her orgasm started to build and she worked even harder to match his movements, to make him go deeper inside her. Natasha needed that. She had been waiting for that for so long. She couldn't even remember the last time she had actually reached her release in bed. Some people were just born with the talent of pleasing themselves and the others around them and Natasha was sure of that when her walls clenched around Steve and she came. For a few minutes, his movements sped up before slowly getting more and more erratic until he came.
His breathing was uneven just like hers as they laid on the bed side by side, she turned to face him, his eyes were still dark. He wanted more. Though his expression said it all, he insisted on replying.
"Oh, I like it very much." He said before climbing on top of her again, "I could do this all night."
Steve had a seemingly endless stamina, just like hers and, when they were finally done, he left. He couldn't spend the night at her place. It would be too suspicious. Natasha watched him sadly as he left, knowing that, if everything went well on his date, he would no longer have time for her.
That night, she was so tired, she had no problem in sleeping. She didn't have nightmares, in fact, she didn't dream about anything. The next morning, she woke up and, as a machine, as she was used to do every single day, she followed the routine and went to work. That would be the last time she would talk to Steve as she did before.