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A Morning Surprise
Natasha moaned under her breath as she slowly opened her eyes, squinting against the early morning light that was shining into her room. Her head was pounding and a stale taste in her mouth reminded her that she had been drinking the previous night; however, the rest of her memories seemed to be gone. Question after question ran through her mind, and the most important one probably was who that man was that was lying half on top of her, his torso pressed against her back and one muscular arm wrapped around her body possessively.
She tried not to move while trying desperately to recall what had happened.
Loud music echoed through the Avengers tower; people were filling the living area, drinking, dancing and conversing. Natasha was sitting on one of the couches with Clint and Steve, playing a drinking game...
That probably explained her headache; even though Clint couldn't stomach as much alcohol as she could, it still took her a lot to battle him. But still, that didn't explain the man that was sleeping on her, his warm breath ticking the sensitive skin of her neck repeatedly. She didn't dare to turn around and look at his face – she really didn't want to wake him and jump into an awkward situation.
Closing her eyes, she took a few deep breaths; if she was honest with herself, it didn't feel too uncomfortable to lie there with this stranger.
People were crowding the small dancefloor, and she was pressed closely against the taller man, her arms wrapped around his neck. Swaying together, they had their cheeks nearly touching each other, and Natasha deeply inhaled a male scent that seemed so familiar.
This scent engulfed her right now as well, and she instinctively took deeper breaths to smell more of it. A little groan sounded next to her ear, sending shivers down her spine; it suddenly reminded her of so much more...
Her back was being pressed against the wall next to the door of her room; rough hands possessively roamed over her body, making her every nerve end feel on fire. Hot kisses were exchanged, then the lips wandered over her neck, eliciting sighs from her.
Natasha noticed that her bedmate seemed to be waking up slowly; a hand was running up and down her side, causing more memories to surface.
They fell onto the mattress, clothing being thrown onto the floor carelessly; it seemed like there was no inch of skin that he hadn't kissed or carressed. Their bodies united while lips were nibbling on her collarbone. Natasha dug her nails into her lovers back, moaning in pleasure...
And as she neared her climax, lips captured hers briefly; he was holding on to her as they went over the edge together and she whimpered a name...
"Steve," Natasha breathed, a kiss between her shoulderblades being the answer.
"Go back to sleep," Steve's hoarse voice came from behind her; he pulled her closer to him, his body heat surrounding her, giving her a feeling of safety.