'Is not a kiss the very autograph of love?' - Henry Finck

~X~

"I just haven't found the right woman yet." Natasha found herself remembering those words over and over. It was the night Steve was going on the third date and she found herself unable to sleep. Jealousy... It was taking over her, it was as if she had lost her ability of thinking rationally.

Natasha remembered the feeling of his touch all over her body, marveling at how he had so much strength on his hands yet managed to be delicate at the same time. It had only been one night and she missed his presence already. He had not stayed over, but she missed his warmth on her bed, the feeling of his body pressing against hers as he moved his hips. Her fingers slowly moved to her inner thighs exploring the area before she put two of them inside her.

"Steve." She moaned shamelessly as her hips moved on their own just as her fingers. The only thing she could picture in her mind was him. He was the only man that she couldn't have. She was almost reaching her climax when her phone rang. She was seriously considering not picking up but then she recognized Steve's ringtone.

"Hey." His voice sounded weary but happy, just as she expected.

"Hi, Steve." She replied trying not to show the disappointment in her voice, she didn't want him to be as happy as he was because of Sharon.

"Yup. Um... I'm sorry for calling this late, but um... can I drop by?" He inquired. How could she say no to such request. Especially one coming from him.

"No, sorry, I have some friends over." She lied.

"Nat, please, I have to talk to you." he begged and she almost gave in.

"No, Steve. I'm sorry, but you can't. I haven't seen them in a long while and it's a sort of reunion tonight." She told him. Well, it wasn't completely a lie, that night, she would remember the taste of Vodka, a drink she hadn't had in a very long while.

"Okay. I'll talk to you tomorrow." He hung up.

Natasha practically smashed her phone against the bedside table. She sat on the bed and a wave of rage washed over her, how dare he ask her if he could drop by after having sex with Sharon? Why would he do that to her. Natasha didn't want to hear what he had to say about it, about how good it was and how she had praised him. She didn't want to see him smile if she wasn't the reason for that smile. It was selfish, yes. How had she fallen for him? She could have any man she wanted, but she had to choose the one that didn't belong to her.

She felt tears gather in the corner of her eyes and, as if to justify them, she went to the kitchen and got herself a bottle of cold vodka. The feeling of the cold liquid that burnt its way down her throat made her squint her eyes and more tears gathered. Soon, when she had drowned half the bottle, the tears flowed freely down her cheeks. She shouldn't be feeling like that. She was the Black Widow, she had no feelings, she couldn't have them. They always got in the way of everything. That night, Natasha didn't sleep, but she drowned in alcohol as if that would make the pain go away. She knew it wouldn't. She couldn't get drunk, not even if she wanted to.

~X~

The next morning, she almost didn't go to work, she didn't want to see Steve. Well, she wouldn't have to if she had an excuse not to. Like... Hanging out with Clint. So she called the archer. That was something she had been planning on doing in a long while. Natasha needed to talk to him, to make things right again between the two of them.

"Hey, Tash." He said, his voice lacked the excitement that she heard coming from him several other times when she called.

"Hey, Clint." She replied a bit reluctant, what should she tell him? "I was wondering... Would you like to go out today and... y'know, make things right again."

"Sure. After work?" He replied, some of the happiness returned to his voice and she figured he must have missed her just as much as she was missing him.

"Yup." She nodded. Words had never been needed between the two of them, few words, a glimpse, a gesture, was enough to make them understand what they needed, what they wanted and what they felt. Still, while Natasha was able to read Clint like a book, he had a little more trouble doing the same thing to her. Everyone had.

During the day, Steve tried to find an opportunity to talk to her, but she always had something to do, whether it was taking the trash out or analyzing files for their next mission, everything seemed more important than him.

And so the days went by. She managed to make things right with Clint once more, but her mood towards Steve oscillated between being angry towards him and trying to make it look like she didn't have time for him. He hadn't even ad time to tell her about his date with Sharon and she noticed that, when he spoke to her about his relationship, he lacked excitement and the spark ever so present on his eyes was a much less brighter. He wasn't 100% happy with Sharon. And she wanted to tell him that he would be much happier with her than she was with him. Sometimes, he asked her if he could come over, but she always found an excuse for him not to do so.

~X~

"Nat, open the door." She heard a knock followed by Steve's voice. It sounded urgent and she thought it was better for her to do as he told her.

"Okay, I'm coming." She walked to the door and unlocked it. He entered her apartment.

"Nat, I need to talk to you."

"Feel free do so. Have a seat." She motioned to the couch and he sat. She sat by his side, being careful enough to leave space between them.

"Nat... I... I broke up with Sharon."It took him a while to say that.

"Oh." She mouthed seeming shocked. She tried to sound sad but she was truly happy because of that. "But why? You seemed to be doing so well."

"I know, but... After that night with you. My feelings changed. I was so sure I wanted to be with Sharon but then I wasn't as sure as I was before. And these past few weeks made me realize that the person I really want to be with is you." He told her, "The way your lips taste, the way you feel... It's perfect, like we were made for one another, but, what made me make this decision is the way I feel when I'm with you. You make me feel as I've never did before. Natasha, I... love you."

Her eyes widened. She scanned his face looking for something that told her that he was lying, but she found none. Natasha felt her hear beat faster as the words she longed to hear left his lips. She wished she had something as beautiful as the ones he had just proffered. She looked down as a faint blush took over her cheeks. "Steve... I... I love you too." Her words were almost a whisper, but the way he smiled when he heard those words made her mirror his movements.

He moved a bit closer to her and cupped her cheek with one of his hands before leaning in and kissing her softly. Natasha, she was his and Steve, he was hers. That was a silent agreement between the two of them sealed that night.

As she laid in bed with him, she couldn't help but fall asleep. That night, she dreamed, only that she didn't have the usual nightmares, she felt safe by his side, she loved to feel his warmth, to hear his soft breathing and feel the steady rise and fall of his bare chest as she rested her head against it. And everything was perfect for the first time in her life.

The End

A/N: Hey! This is was a short story, know, but I want to know what you thought about it.

Btw, I have two more ideas for stories that I want to start writing:

Steve wants to sketch Natasha (because he's always loved to draw) – It's going to be as short as this one

An AU in which Natasha is the Winter Soldier and, when she is captured, Steve is her interrogator and something start to bloom between them as they start to get to know each other better.

Let me know what you thought about this story and what you want to read next

Thanks for all the wonderful reviews you guys wrote and the number of follows too :3