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The stealth op had been blown. What had earlier been a quietly operating covert Hydra installation was now a hornet’s nest of swarming deadly agents. The team had to move quickly.
Steve “The Captain” Rogers and Samuel “The Falcon” Wilson were soldiers, and their usual style was search and destroy. In contrast, Natasha “The Black Widow” Romanova had literally been raised in the undercover arts of stealth, distraction and assassination. She had convinced the two of them to play this mission her way.
Unfortunately, Wanda “Scarlet Witch” Maximoff was neither a soldier nor a spy, and her inexperience had led to an alarm being triggered. Everyone made mistakes. Now it was just a matter of staying alive.
- - -
“Natasha, what’s your location?” Steve called into his comm as he ran toward a group of Hydra guards outside the main door of the installation.
“I’ve downloaded all the info to a drive,” Nat responded through their link. “On my way down from the top level. Wanda, where are you?”
“Third floor,” Wanda answered, out of breath and breathing heavily. “There are guards massing. I may be trapped.”
“Head down toward the back exit,” Nat said quickly. “Sam will clear your way out.”
“What about you?” asked Wanda.
“I’ll help clear the way, too,” Nat said quietly, getting into an elevator and pressing the third floor button.
- - -
Outside the installation, Steve paused just after he took down the last guard. Something in Natasha’s tone of voice caught him.
“Nat, you copy?” he asked firmly.
There was no reply. Only radio silence.
- - -
Outside the rear entrance of the base, Sam Wilson swooped low and gunned down a squad of Hydra agents. Falling backward, he let Red Wing loose to cut down a second line of guards making their way out of a side door. While Red Wing kept him covered, Sam pulled up an infrared schematic of the installation. He frowned as he followed Natasha’s movements.
“Steve, we may have a problem,” he said, soaring low after gunning down another platoon of soldiers. “Red Wing shows a lot of hostiles on Nat’s floor. She’s going for a diversion.”
- - -
“Natasha, do not engage,” Steve said into his comm, concern flooding his voice. “Fall back with us. You copy? Do not engage. Nat?”
Steve began to run at breakneck speed, and he tore into the platoon of guards rushing at him.
- - -
The fourth floor elevator doors opened. Natasha stepped out. Facing her were at least twenty guards, all staring her down.
There once was a saying that your whole life flashes before your eyes right before you die. For Nat, that’s not quite how it happened. She saw only moments. Moments which shaped and defined her life. From her early life, to this moment, which could be her death.
Throwing herself sideways, The Black Widow raised her arms, and let loose a barrage of her rapid fire widow’s bite. The powerful electrical charges slammed into the ground at the feet of the lead soldiers, exploding upward and sending smoke and debris hurtling through the air.
In the smoke, Natasha began to see her life flash by. She saw faces … from Alexei … to Steve.
Years ago, after leaving the K.G.B., her SHIELD mandated therapist had strongly advocated that Natasha try to live a normal life when not in the field. It was to be a large and essential part of overcoming the mental programming which had been forced upon her in her young formative years. However, no matter what she’d tried, it had seemed as if nothing could overcome the numbness of The Black Widow. There just didn’t seem to be any way to reconnect with the Natalia within her.
It made sense in a sad sort of way. Her first assassination had been at age thirteen, and she’d been taught nothing but how to kill before that. Natalia had never truly had a chance to live, so in her adult life, there was virtually nothing there to reconnect with. Even being an Aunt to the Bartons, she often felt as if she was simply going through the motions. Despite her connections, Natasha had nothing to call her own. She had never truly felt anything.
Not then, not now ...
... as she made her move.
Despite her introspective, Natasha’s reflexes were on point. Quickly drawing both guns from their holsters, she laid down suppressing fire on the army in front of her. Jumping sideways, she threw her lithe body through the first of several open doorways lining the short hallway.
The Black Widow let herself flow through the fight. She had fought countless battles, her body honed into a weapon of assassination, and she allowed her near flawless combat instincts to take over.
She went through the motions, much as she had in her marriage ...
... which had been arranged and staged for the political benefit of the country. She’d toured with the ballet company as a world class ballerina while Alexei gave promotional speeches in the cities where the company performed as the russian equivalent to Captain America. They were a political power couple in the country. In reality, Alexei was coercing financial remunerations for the underground regime, and she was she executing assassinations for the K.G.B.
During their travels, Alexei had fallen for her and loved her in his own way. Although his love for her was genuine, he was in many ways as damaged as she, and he couldn’t express that love in a positive way. Instead of love, it translated more as possessiveness and obsession.
Their private love life had been intense, at least for him. Sexually, they had done everything imaginable, with the exception of involving other men. Hence, the propensity of The Black Widow being regarded as experienced in the arts of sex and seduction. Still, through it all, she had felt nothing. She had tried, though. She had even tried to love him, but to no avail. In the end, the only man ever intimate with her had described her as being as cold as the russian winter.
She had been relieved when their marriage was finished ...
... as she was about to be now.
When her bullets ran out, Natasha drew her electroshock batons, now engaging the swarming men in close quarters, most of them having exhausted their arsenals as well. Natasha stayed in motion, constantly moving between rooms, continually keeping her assailants from determining a direct line of attack on her.
They outnumbered her, but she used that to her advantage. She could attack indiscriminately, but the Hydra soldiers were trying to avoid their own soldiers while attacking. With her supreme combat skill, The Black Widow used every advantage to its uttermost capability.
Her mind drifted to the one true advantage in her life ...
... the one fully successful super soldier in history. It was only when he had been thawed out of an icy coma that true emotions had begun to stir within her. Initially, over the years, Natasha hadn’t even been able to process or understand what she had begun to feel for him. She had never felt true compassion, empathy or even attraction. For a woman that had never had a single real climax in her life, her mind didn’t fully grasp the warmth she felt alone at night as she thought of him.
And, this, led her to the thought at the center of her fallen spirit. The one thing she felt something inside for … the only thing she wanted for her life … was also the one thing she couldn’t have.
Steve.
Natasha had always appreciated her Black Widow mystique. It kept people away from her, allowing her to remain safe and guarded. But now, when it came to Steve, it had become a prison. The Captain couldn’t be with The Black Widow. He was the epitome of truth, justice and the american way, while she was renowned for deception, injustice and the russian supremacy. More so than that, the world’s connotation of her wouldn’t allow them to have a relationship. Neither would she. While she wasn’t what the world thought she was, she still wasn’t good enough for him.
With the fact being that Natasha had only had a lot of sex with one man her husband, and many other women had meaningless sex with a lot of men, it was almost ironic that she was considered experienced, damaged and promiscuous. Still, she felt not good enough for Steve and that he deserved better.
She was tired of it all. She felt low. After everything, she still really had nothing. If it was her time to go, she was ready.
- - -
On the main level, Hydra agents were falling like dominos. Steve was cutting through them at breakneck speed. Even without his shield, he was still a master tactician, war specialist and combat veteran. The super soldier was in motion before the agents could even wink, planning three steps ahead before they could even think, and advancing through them before they could even blink.
His only thought was to get to Natasha in time.
- - -
In seconds, the entire floor was in shambles. Every room was littered with debris, shattered glass covered the floor, and not a single piece of furniture seemed to be upright.
Out of the twenty, they were all down but two. The last two agents had proved to be an expert team, obviously having trained in tandem and very much in sync with each other. As soon as Natasha seemed about to take one down, the other struck her from behind.
Now, the two agents circled her, closing in for the kill. Still, Natasha was faster. She finally managed to break one’s knee, but the other caught her with what felt like a taser set on a deadly voltage. She managed to knock it out of his hand before the shock could fully connect, but she still could’ve been dead if not for the derivative super soldier enhancement serum SHIELD had administered to her.
At the stunning and electrifying pain, her limbs went numb. Taking full advantage, the man got behind her and cinched in a choke hold. Her hyoid bone would be broken in seconds.
Then, she felt a rush of air above her, and there was a sudden wracking impact which seemed to shake the very walls. The hold on her neck was instantly released. Natasha felt her body falling toward the floor, but someone was there to catch her.
Her Captain.
“Talk to me,” Steve said, cradling her against him.
“Got … eighteen … of ‘em,” she managed through a strained throat, the taser and lack of oxygen having left her near unconsciousness.
“Actually, nineteen,” he corrected. “But who’s keeping count.”
The pounding of footsteps made both of them look over toward the far stairwell. Reinforcements.
Okay, you hold on to me,” Steve said in his command voice. “You have one mission now. You hold on.”
The firm voice of her Captain cut through her delirious haze. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she held on tight. Natasha trusted Steve like no one ever before in her life.
Steve lifted Natasha with his left arm as if she weighed no more than a feather. Even though she was barely conscious, Natasha’s tactical mind was still processing her surroundings. She heard footsteps. At least ten Hydra agents, good formation, well trained.
Still holding her close, Steve went into a blur of expertly calculated motion. Seven seconds, all agents down. Damn he was good.
“Show off,” Natasha whispered.
With unmoving bodies laying all around, Steve turned to check Natasha. His worry for her had led him to drop all those agents in record time. She was his only concern. Her head injury could be serious or superficial, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to tell for certain until they were clear of the base.
“You with me?” he whispered intensely.
“Fading … fast,” she managed, not even able to open her eyes.
“You hang on.”
Her last thought was of him. “See you … in a minute.”
- - -
When Natasha awoke, there was an incessant dull ringing in the back of her head, along with a slight pain. In her business, pain was sometimes good. It let her know she was still alive.
Gathering her senses, she gave herself a quick check. No other serious injuries. Just the head wound. She was still wearing her undergarments from under her Black Widow suit, but she could tell she had been pretty thoroughly washed and cleaned. She was in one of the safe houses the team now used on various occasions, one which she easily recognized.
The sounds of movement nearby drew her attention. Then, Natasha sat up to see Steve walking out of the bathroom, wearing one of his white tank tops and sweatpants.
“How you feeling?” he asked, tender although there was a stern edge in his tone as he towered over her.
“None the worse for wear,” she answered, sitting up and running a hand through her long hair. She could hear the edge in his voice and wanted to get a jump on talking her way out of it. “ Listen, Steve, I …”
“What’s really going on?” he asked, sitting down beside her.
“Did you … Did you bathe me?” Natasha asked with a grin, thinking to use humor and sensuality to offend his old fashioned sensibilities and distract him from the main issue. “Finally coming out of your shell, huh? See anything you like?”
Steve wasn’t phased. Luckily, she didn’t make him more angry. “Not funny,” he said sternly. “Why did you engage?”
Natasha didn’t have the strength to try to use misdirection on him anymore. He could always get the truth out of her. “Look, Steve, Wanda was in trouble. She’s inexperienced. I was trying to make sure she got out alive. I …”
“That’s not how we do things, Nat,” Steve said harshly, his voice and ire rising. “We work as a team. We …”
“I’ve never had a ‘we,’ Steve,” Nat said quietly, but there was such depth of emotion in her voice that it gave him pause. He’d never heard her sound like this before. “There’s never been anything … or anyone … for me. Alone is all I’ve ever known.”
Natasha stared up at Steve, her visage almost daring him to defy her. It was the truth. She had nothing. And for the first time in her life, she was uncomfortable with this, maybe even a little angry, because there was finally something else in life she wanted besides clearing her ledger.
And she couldn’t have him.
Staring deeply back into her eyes, Steve saw something hidden, something beneath the frustration. Maybe it was … hope. Well, if she wanted to see how far his heart was willing to go for her, then he would show her.
“Not anymore,” Steve told her strongly. “Not ever again. From now on, we’re in this together. What happens to you, happens to me.”
This time, it was his voice that gave her pause. There was such strength, certainty and conviction in his tone that it made her want to believe his words. She realized that she was afraid to believe. He was too much to hope for.
Again, her eyes searched within his own, looking for a shred of doubt, regret or uncertainty. There was none. He was completely serious.
Staring into Steve’s eyes, Natasha felt something inside herself break. Suddenly, she just didn’t care anymore. Her brain shut off, she stopped thinking, and what was left of her heart took control.
She was so numb.
She needed to feel.
She was so cold.
She needed warmth.
She needed … him.
In the next moment, Natasha had slung her leg over Steve to straddle his waist, her arms wrapping around his shoulders. He was surprised, but he didn’t pull away, instead taking hold of her hips to steady her. She didn’t know if she could’ve handled it if he’d rejected her when she was more open and vulnerable than ever before in her life, but she had thrown all caution to the wind at this point. Some part of her felt as if she were a drowning woman, and he was her air … she was burning in a desert, and he was her oasis … she had nothing, and he was her one something.
“Together?” she asked.
“Together,” he answered.
Natasha was kissing Steve before she realized it. A flood of long reserved emotions began to break forth from within both of them, pouring out with a veracity neither had ever experienced. Natasha felt more desperation than she’d ever felt in her hardest fight to stay alive. A desperate passion, one that only Steve could sate.
When they had to break for air, the few inches separating them felt like far too much distance. In the next second, their hands were a blur of motion. She was pulling at the rim of his pants to get them down a few inches, and he literally tore off her bra and panties, his strength snapping the fabric with ease.
Just the admission of their long unspoken and repressed feelings for one another which they saw in each other’s eyes had already raised their ire. He was already hard, and she was certainly more wet than she’d ever been in her life.
Not waiting a moment longer, Nat positioned herself and slid Steve inside her.
Both of them stopped moving.
The rush of heated passionate motion which had completely overtaken them seconds ago seemed long forgotten. The length of time they’d kept this moment from happening had only amplified its intensity, to the point that it was now absolutely overwhelming. With Natasha’s arms locked around Steve’s neck, holding him with all her might as she buried her face in his neck, Steve crushed Natasha’s slim waist against him. Silently trembling, the two of them began to rock back and forth together slowly.
Neither of them wanted the union of this moment to ever end.
But then, something uncontrollable started to happen between them. A harsh ache, sweet and almost painful at the same time, quickly rose deep in Nat’s belly. She felt like it was coming from Steve. Boise moi, it felt like he was all the way up in her stomach and he wasn’t even fully worked up.
“Steve,” Nat moaned, the strange feeling intensifying as it started to shoot up through her from where his head was buried inside her.
It had become almost maddening, and Natasha started to move her hips back and forth, slamming herself on him, trying to get some relief before the friction drove her out of her mind.
“I got you, Nat,” Steve said through gritted teeth, feeling the effects in his own way. “I got you.”
Steve was struggling himself. It had felt heavenly the moment he entered her body, and now her tight dripping wet tunnel was gripping, twisting and squeezing all along his length. Unable to hold back, Steve dug his strong fingers into Natasha’s backside, that ass he had longed to grip, heck bite if he could, and started lifting her up and down on top of him.
The two of them were moving in unison, as they always seemed to, completely lost in each other now. Leaning back to stare into one another’s eyes, they panted with more exertion than in combat, breathing in each other’s breaths.
Then, they kissed, and when their lips touched, they came … together.
“Steve!” Nat screamed as she tensed, an explosion from inside tearing through her for the first time in her life.
Steve grunted as he let loose everything he had inside, the soothing sensation of Nat’s body milking him almost making him lightheaded.
Their foreheads fell against one another, and they held each other tightly. Nat thought she might pass out, but then she felt Steve’s muscular arms lifting her up as if she weighed nothing to him. It took some effort to pull her tightness off his massive length, and when he separated them, she felt an unwelcome emptiness sweep through her.
Then, still holding her up, she felt Steve’s other arm sweep under her knees. He picked her up as he stood, then carried her in his arms bridal style as he walked into the bathroom.
Nat didn’t protest. Her limbs were jelly, she was barely coherent, and all she could think about was how much she wanted him inside her again.
They say many people are addicted after just one hit of drugs. One time is all it takes. Well, one hit of Steve was all it took for Natasha. She was an addict of him.
As Steve sat them both on the edge of the sunk in tub to run a bath, he pulled her across his lap to straddle him. Nat couldn’t resist kissing him. Their kissing was sweet, gentle and somewhat languid, an almost uncontrollable side effect from the beginning of their passion. They were practically making out like a pair of teenagers.
Then, while her mind was still in a daze, Steve maneuvered them both into the tub with her back leaning against his chest as he held her from behind. After a long time of just holding one another, they bathed each other. Nat turned and ran soap all over his body, while Steve rubbed bubbles over every bit of her skin. The touching was getting them both heated. The sexual tension between them was quickly becoming unbearable again.
Just as she’d imagined in her dreams, Steve was ever ready. Zero refractory time. Nat thought about how they had stepped into an emotionally physical minefield. Here was a woman experiencing the first orgasms of her life and a man that was always hard. Boise moi.
Just as Natasha was moving to take him inside her again, Steve stopped her.
“I have another idea,” Steve said huskily, lifting her hands off of him.
“What do you have in mind?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Turn around. Lay back,” The Captain ordered in his command voice. “Put your feet up on the dash.”
His command voice drove her wild. Nat remained composed, but when he ordered her like this, she knew she would do anything he wanted. Anything.
“I know that reference,” she whispered huskily, and he was sure that only she could make his line sound so sexy.
As Nat laid her back on his chest and settled her weight to lift her legs to the sides of the bathtub, she felt Steve maneuver under her, lifting his knees so that her legs were outside his own. She couldn’t close her legs even if she wanted to.
“Put your hands down,” he ordered in a firm whisper in her ear. “Don’t move them. At all. You understand me?”
“Da,” she whispered, slipping into her native tongue under his control.
She didn’t know what she was in for.
Steve had never asked Natasha about her Black Widow mystique. Back in his day, it was impolite and even rude to ask a dame something like that. But he had known Nat for some time, and he didn’t think she was really the way she was characterized. He read about the honeypot agents, and he’d wondered if maybe there had been some of them around in his day, perhaps Madame Hydra. But to him, Natasha had always had a kind of regal air about her. He’d even researched a little into the Russian royal family the Romanovas, and he was secretly sure that there was an unknown connection there.
Still, he didn’t know how much sexual pleasure she’d experienced in her life, and well, he firmly intended to give her a night to at least remember.
“Spread your legs,” Steve ordered Natasha, more for effect than anything, because the position he’d already maneuvered her into had left her wide open for him.
He got the effect he wanted. Nat moaned as she shifted, spreading her legs wider, enthralled by the bass of his voice.
Steve started rubbing her breasts, a perfect size to fit into his hands. He’d bathed her gently, but he wasn’t gentle now, kneading her succulent flesh in his palms. Her thick pert nipples were sticking out rock hard, and he tweaked them between his fingers. In seconds, Steve had Natasha writhing and moaning, gasping as he pulled at her almost painfully taut nubs. He suckled on her neck passionately as she tried to bite his cheek.
Her hands raised up from the floor of the tub, and Steve stopped moving with her beautiful breasts in his hands.
“I said, down,” he ordered against her cheek.
Nat lowered her hands, but she put them onto his thighs, the feeling of his bulging muscles under her fingers turning her on even more.
Not taking more time, Steve slipped his hands from her breasts, down over her tight womanly abs, to right over her womanhood. He already had her dripping wet, and not from the bath water.
“Ohhh, Steve,” Natasha gasped, feeling him part her flower.
As Steve held her open with one hand, his other hand began to rub, slide and grip all over her clit. Her back immediately arched up high, and she suddenly couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think anymore. Her spread legs were shaking uncontrollably,
held apart by his knees, just like he’d planned.
Okay, now she loved The Captain’s plans on a much higher level.
Natasha was light headed now. Her hips were bucking, her fingernails were digging into his skin, and her chest heaved up and down while her forehead was buried under his chin.
Steve was in control. All she could do was hold on to him. He was Her Captain.
“Steve … Steve, please,” she whispered, some distant part of her barely functioning mind ashamed at her begging for the first time in her life. Natasha didn’t care. Her tunnel was clenching and shaking, desperate for his wonderful length to be inside her again. His hands were magic, but it made her crave his hardness. “I need you, Steve. Need you inside.”
“Then cum for me,” he whispered in her ear.
Steve had learned a few things from his dates before her, ironically, the dates she’d sent him on. He knew a woman’s body and how to pleasure her. He now put every bit of his knowledge to use on Nat.
Natasha’s body obeyed Steve’s command without hesitation, and a scream of ecstasy was torn from her lips as it followed his command. With her back arching high, a torrent of her feminine juices squirted out of her center. At first one stream, and then another. Steve was relentless, rubbing his large fingers all over her sensitive nub, sending it into a sensual frenzy.
By the time a fourth orgasm was forced out of her, Nat was incoherent. Her head was turning back and forth in unbridled pleasure, her eyes were totally glazed over, and she was thrashing around so much that Steve draped one muscled arm around her waist to hold her down.
Still, Steve didn’t stop. He seemed determined to wring every drop out of her body that he could. Natasha hadn’t even known it was possible to finish one climax and then immediately go into another, but Steve had somehow made her multi-orgasmic.
When her streams had finally slowed to trickles, and she was laid weightless and convulsing in Steve’s arms, he slowed his fingers to a gentle soothing rub. But, at that moment, Natasha didn’t want his comfort. Oh no, she was determined that he was going to get just as much pleasure as he’d bestowed upon her.
Regaining her senses, Nat forced herself up off his chest and pushed him roughly back against the bathtub. Before Steve could say anything, she threw her wet body on top of him, kissing, sucking and biting all over his neck and shoulders.
Damn, his torso was perfection personified. She wanted to eat his chest. Natasha started worshiping Steve’s body, sucking all over his broad chest, licking every one of his six pack abs, and sticking her tongue inside his belly button.
Steve stopped breathing when she started kissing her way lower.
Her hands wrapped around his girth, her fingers seeming very small up against his thickness, barely able to touch around his length. A warmth flowed through Steve’s entire body as Natasha started to stroke him up and down from stem to tip.
Leaning down while staring up into Steve’s eyes, Natasha took one of his balls into her mouth and rolled it around on her tongue. He hissed loudly, and his response urged her on to pull his whole sac between her soft lips.
Then, still stroking him hard, Natasha sat back up on her knees and let his sac go to slip his thick head into her mouth. Steve moaned at the velvety wet feel of her lips, and she slid down further on his length. The wonderful sensation made Steve slip his large fingers into her hair, and Natasha loved the feel of him running his hands through her long soft tresses. Then, she relaxed her throat and took Steve down as far as she could.
Steve was really, really, really large, and she gagged instantly. The sheer girth of him filling her throat made more saliva slip from her lips to coat him, making it easier for her as she started to slide back and forth on him. Grabbing his hips, Natasha gently guided him to stand up against the wall behind him.
Oh, Nat,” he moaned hoarsely.
Pulling back to get her neck off of him for a few moments, she continued stroking him as she gave him her trademark smirk. “Little help here,” she purred.
With his large strong hands still feeling all through her soft red curls, Steve put one hand on the back of her neck and palmed the top of her head with the other. Using a gentle heatedness, Steve began to pull Natasha’s head toward his waist while pushing his hips forward.
Natasha gave a sexy gag as Steve slid all the way down her throat. Then, the sensation of heated warmth in between her legs which she’d only ever felt with Steve hit her hard. It surprised her, and Steve was so focused on giving her pleasure that he noticed it even through the immense ecstasy she was bestowing upon him.
“Put yourself on me,” he directed, never letting go of her hair.
That command voice of his did it for her. Every single time. Following the orders of her Captain, she slid her waist forward as Steve moved his leg up. The warm water swirled around her as she moaned loudly when his firm shin pressed against her clit.
At that moment, Natasha pressed her lips forward until she felt her nose bathing in Steve’s blond pubic hair, his soldier lodged all the way down her neck. Then, moving together, Steve pulled back and pushed forward while she pressed her engorged clit up and down on his leg.
Steve and Natasha came together, the feel of his hot spurts of warm fluid filling her mouth and coating her throat setting off an explosion from her center. Steve could feel her juices shooting out of her even in the water around his feet, and he loved the evidence that he had pleased her.
Natasha instantly knew she would never get enough of Steve giving his essence to her. Even now she wanted more. Sliding her neck back off his length, she wrapped both her hands around him and jerked him hard from tip to stem.
“Ohhh,” he groaned as he stared down at her with his mouth hanging open. “Oh, Nat.”
“Give it to me,” Natasha said in between her tongue continually licking at his still spurting slit. “That’s an order.”
He kept cumming for her. He couldn’t stop. Some of his torrent spilled over her fingers, jumped up to cover to her face in white tendrils, and even slipped into her fiery red hair.
Still Natasha kept stroking Steve, determined for him to give every drop of himself to her. He became mesmerized staring down at her like this. With her face covered in his essence, he became lost in the feeling of her truly being his, fully belonging to him as he’d secretly always wanted her to.
With a sultry smile, Natasha bit Steve’s balls as the last of his spend slid over her nails. She had sucked him so good that his knees felt weak, and he laid his back against the shower wall behind him to slowly slide down into the water. Natasha’s skills had really worked him over.
Still smiling up at him, Natasha dipped her head down under the surface of the water for just a moment, ran her fingers through her hair, and emerged looking absolutely flawless. Although Steve missed the traces of himself marking her, he marveled at how her espionage skills allowed her to completely change her appearance in seconds.
Moving slowly, Steve reached forward and pulled Natasha onto him, enjoying the feel of her small warm hands splayed over his wide broad chest. Pressing her breasts onto him, Natasha laid down on top of Steve. After a moment, she let her eyes drift closed as a blissful feeling of serenity fell over her.
“I’m not ever going to let you go, Nat,” he said quietly.
“Nothing lasts forever,” she answered in a broken whisper.
“You’re wrong. Some things do. This will.”
At his words, Natasha closed her eyes, feeling a comfort she had never ever felt before in her life. With the warm water quietly swirling around their naked bodies, the warm steam in the air flowing into the silk of her hair, and the warm skin of Steve’s chest under her fingertips, she was experiencing a true tranquility. It felt as if the numb coldness which was always inside her was finally breaking on some deeply intimate level.
Steve felt Natasha’s cheek fall a little more heavily against his neck, and he whispered down into her ear. “Sleepy?”
“Little,” she whispered back, not wanting to move. “You’re quite a work out.”
With a grin, Steve carefully leaned forward to slip one arm under her knees, gently cradled her back, and slowly lifted her up in his arms out of the water. Always moving in sync as the two of them do, Natasha reached over and grabbed some long towels off the rack to hang over both their shoulders. He carried her from the bathroom to the bedroom and laid her down on the bed.
Easing into a comfortable spoon, the two of them drew close together. Steve’s muscled arms enveloped Nat’s torso, covering her in his protectiveness. She closed her eyes, feeling more safe than she had ever felt in her entire life.
However, the heat between Steve and Natasha still wasn’t sated enough for them to fall asleep. Still spooning, their bodies couldn’t help responding to each other. With Natasha’s sweet ass resting against him, Steve was hard again in just a few minutes.
It was uncomfortable for both of them. Natasha feeling Steve hard as vibranium between her butt cheeks made her wet again. In just a few seconds, she could feel her own juices coating her thighs.
Then, Natasha grinned. She had an idea that could only benefit both of them.
With a sexy breath, Natasha shimmied her ass until she had Steve’s rod nestled securely in between her firm cheeks. Then, she began a continuous slow up and down roll of her hips. The low moan that escaped Steve’s throat let her know her actions were indeed having the desired effect.
Initially, Natasha had intended this just for Steve. She’d wanted to give him pleasure, not really thinking of any for herself. But now, she could feel her own slick coating his length as it slid between her wet inner thighs. Having never been really turned on in her life before last night with Steve, these new sensations were foreign to her body.
Natasha started moving her sexy butt up and down on Steve as he lay behind her. With his length between her cheeks, she slowly slid and rolled, moving all along him from his tip to his waist.
Steve leaned forward and began to sweetly kiss, nip and suckle all over the back of Natasha’s neck. A soft breathless moan slipped from her lips, and he reached up to rub one of her taut nipples along his rigid thumb. With her body drawing him more into her, Steve added little love bites to her skin, soothing them away with soft suckles.
Natasha had started this, but the sensations Steve was giving her were driving her wild. She wanted him to have all of her.
Moving slowly, Natasha reached behind her to take hold of his vibranium hard length. Sliding her fingers up and down him, she could feel that he was coated in her slick. Still moving back and forth, she positioned his head at her smallest entrance.
Steve moaned loudly as Natasha slid his tip inside her. Natasha breathed deeply and then rocked her hips to take half of his length deeper. Her body felt full of her Steve, and she loved it.
She was blowing his mind. Her tightness was unlike anything he had ever felt before in his life. He was moaning into her neck continuously as he struggled not to lose himself instantly.
“Natasha,” he whispered.
“Yes, Steve, yes.”
Natasha wanted all of Steve. The more of him she felt, the more she craved. She began the same sexy back and forth motion of her hips as she had before, this time with him inside her, sliding more of his length inside her each time.
Natasha didn’t stop until she felt Steve’s hips against her own. Both of them let out loud moans as they turned their heads to engage in sloppy wet kisses. The partners couldn’t resist moving again, in unison as always, now pushing one another toward their mutual pleasure.
Neither of them could last long. Just as Steve started to reach forward to rub her sensitive center, Natasha was already cumming for him. A burst of her feminine juices squirted out from between her legs. Her entire body began to quiver in his arms.
Both of them kept moving, grinding their hips together in heated passion. Steve couldn’t hold back his release, and lost himself inside her. Even as Steve’s release triggered another squirt from her, Natasha kept moving back and forth on his length, drawing out every single drop of his essence.
After long moments of heated bliss, Steve laid his head against Natasha’s shoulder, still kissing, sucking and nibbling on her neck. The loud moan he let out as she finally slid off his length was music to her ears. Natasha’s body felt spent, and that’s why she couldn’t believe how tiny shocks of warmth were flooding straight to her core as Steve kissed his way up her neck to nibble on her earlobe.
“You’re incredible,” Steve whispered in her ear.
“Don’t stop,” Natasha whispered back.
She could feel his grin against her skin. “Yes, ma’am.”
Steve was still hard. Moving slowly, he slid his length to rest comfortably between her wet thighs.
After a few moments, Natasha realized that it wasn’t actually very comfortable for her at all. His rod was at an upward angle, and the bottom tip of his large head was rubbing right up against her sensitive nub. She couldn’t stop her hips from moving back and forth, again coating him in the juices seeping out of her.
Natasha couldn’t believe that Steve was going to make her cum again. She had started this, and it had progressed much farther than she had expected. For the first time in her life, she felt out of control and yet safe, because she was in Steve’s arms.
Steve could literally feel her clit twitching along his length. He became determined to pleasure her out of her mind. Steve was already addicted to watching her climax.
Drawing back a little, Steve then pushed his hips forward, letting his length slid back back into Natasha. Her whole body began to quiver through an instant orgasm when he bottomed out in her depths.
Her mind went blank …
All she could think of was that she wanted to pleasure Steve just as much as he was pleasuring her …
That was the last coherent thought she had for the rest of the night …
- - -
Warmth.
The warmth.
The warmth of her … the … super soldier.
He had taken away the coldness which seemed ever present within her. She cherished the feeling. Which was exactly why she had to leave.
Natasha’s eyes fluttered open. Steve’s muscular arm was wrapped possessively around her slim waist, holding her spooned up against his body. She was fairly certain that there was no place in the world that she or any other woman would rather be.
She couldn’t stay the night. She wasn’t sure what she was thinking last night … well, that wasn’t true, she remembered … she had felt low, and well, Steve had certainly taken her to … peaks. Natasha smiled to herself at just the thought of the things he had done to her body. Oh no, this was too good. He was too good. This was too good for her. She had to go.
Natasha felt Steve’s breath upon the nape of her neck, sending warm chills down her spine now that she was awake. He was resting comfortably, which she knew was rare for both of them. She didn’t want to disturb him, so she would simply leave as quietly as possible.
It would become their routine, if this were to happen again, and oh how she hoped it would. Natasha felt as if she was getting her head on straight again. She had messed up last night. She got low, she ended up making love to the only man she’d ever wanted, and she made a mistake. In some ways, he was out of her league. Natasha decided that she would just go back to her lonely life. She hated leaving him like this, but it was necessary.
Attempting to extricate herself from Steve’s all encompassing grasp, Natasha slid her hips forward … and gasped intensely.
Her eyes inadvertently rolled up into the back of her head before squeezing shut, her heart instantly began to pound, and she couldn’t hold back the sharp gasp which slipped from her open lips.
Boise moi.
His … vibranium … was still inside her. After that last round of intensely heated lovemaking, they had sexed each other to sleep. Even not at full mast, his soldier was still enough at attention to remain inside her while they were spooning. Waking up in this bliss had left her defenses down, and the feeling of Steve inside her was virtually overwhelming.
Desperate to regain her composure, Natasha buried her face in the crux of his arm that she had inadvertently been using as a pillow and squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to steady her breathing.
Then, the unthinkable happened.
Steve moved.
With a gentle sensuality, his hips pushed upward, slipping himself more deeply up into her. A moan slipped from her before she’d even realized it. With a tender softness belying his strong muscular frame, he began to pull back and then push in, quickly suspending her in a state of blissful agony.
In just seconds, she was sopping wet and he was as hard as the vibranium of his shield. Lovemaking was imminent. What little thought she could muster reminded her that she needed to evac.
“Nat,” he whispered under her ear, her name resounding like a prayer in the gentle quiet surrounding them.
“Steve,” she moaned almost incoherently. “Steve, please …”
She didn’t even know what she was asking for. Was she pleading with him to stop? God forbid. Was she asking for more? She couldn’t. This … He … was too good. There was a chance that she could lose control, and her torrid life had taught her that this often led to bad consequences.
Regardless, Steve seemed to hear what he needed from her. With amazing deftness, he smoothly sat up to tower over her, skillfully slipping her right leg across his body, all while remaining buried inside her openness. Leaning down, he took her hands in his own, intertwining their fingers, raising her hands up above her head.
It took Natasha a long moment to realize the position he had maneuvered her into. She was nearly helpless. Practically at his mercy.
As the sensual daze Steve had put her into lightened for a few moments, Natasha gazed up into his blue eyes which had always captivated her. What she saw there made her pause, her brow furrowing and her own eyes narrowed intensely.
He knew exactly what he was doing. This wasn’t just sweet cuddling which had grown into spontaneous morning lovemaking. Oh, no.
The Captain had outstrategized her.
He had known she was going to leave. He didn’t want her to. And he had enacted a plan.
A stealth attack. Catching his opponent with her defenses down. She was impressed.
Gazing up at him, Natasha opened her mouth to try to form words, even though her mouth felt dry.
Before she could utter a syllable, Steve slid half his length into her depths. Natasha’s back arched, her breath taken away in a gasp of intense pleasure. Still holding her hands down, he leaned forward. The sheer girth and mass of his … soldier … lifted her slim hips up off the bed under her, keeping her waist angled upward into him. Then, he kissed her passionately.
Natasha felt her body … and her heart … almost come undone instantly. Steve was so so so good. His brilliant mind had catalogued every one of her sensitive spots, ones she hadn’t even known existed until being with him last night, inside and outside her body. Now, he could play her like a symphony maestro.
Reacting on blind instinct, Natasha threw her head back to break the intense kiss and swept her head side to side with her eyes squeezed shut, almost in denial, internally reaching for the control she had always tried to maintain.
“Steve … Steve … Steve …” she moaned dazedly.
With a firm calmness, Steve took a breath, then slowly pushed forward into her. He didn’t stop until it seemed as if he had bottomed out in her depths, then he slipped in more, feeling as if he had slipped past her cervix all the way into her womb. Natasha’s back arched even higher, practically forming a bow, and Steve brushed her lips with his own.
“Natasha,” he whispered.
Then, he kissed her again.
And, just like that, the battle was over. Natasha’s body exploded from the inside with the most mind blowing climax of her life. Nearly an out of body experience. She shattered completely.
Natasha’s whole body shook uncontrollably underneath Steve, her legs tensely twitching around his hips, her arms bouncing as he held them down, her lips trembling as she weakly kissed him back.
Then, all the strength left her. She was more powerless than all the times Steve had snatched her into his arms to save her life. Her legs fell slack against his bulging thighs and her arms tumbled down onto the bed under her.
Feeling her give way, Steve pushed into her three more times, then groaned her name against her lips as he spilled himself deep within her. The shock of his essence filling her depths set off another peak for Natasha, and Steve let her arms go as they snapped around his neck to crush him against her.
It was all she could do now. The Captain had won another battle. All she could do was hold onto him.
Steve buried his face in her neck, riding out his own intense waves, the feeling of her essence encompassing him continuing to take him over the edge into bliss with her.
After a long moment, when their hearts had stopped pounding and their breathing had slowed, Steve and Natasha gazed into one another’s eyes.
And, just like that, Natasha’s final battle was over. She had lost, but she had really won.
Well, there was no leaving now. Her legs were absolute mush. She couldn’t even walk.
And, her heart felt ... peace.
Steve and Natasha laid their foreheads together.
“Together,” he whispered.
“Together,” she answered.
- - -
As the sun rose over the horizon, morning light began to filter in through the bedroom windows. The night had passed. The time of leaving … of trying to maintain their separation … was gone.
She felt new. Born again. Like the death and resurrection of Jesus for salvation. He believed, and now she did, too.
With her eyes fluttering, Natasha was drawn awake by the light. Feeling herself once again enveloped in what had to be her best place in the world, she never wanted to leave Steve’s side.
Natasha’s eyes opened to the light, and as she stirred, she felt Steve move with her. He was already awake, gazing down at her in his arms as he tenderly tucked a long lock of red hair behind her ear for her. As he realized she was waking, he turned away and stared toward the television just past the foot of the bed, hoping that she hadn’t caught him staring.
“Morning,” she whispered quietly.
“Morning,” he replied, looking down at her with a soft smile before turning back to the television.
Natasha stretched a little, feeling the delicious ache in areas of her body which she hadn’t used in years. Steve didn’t move his arms from around her, and she let all thoughts of leaving him slip from her mind.
That hadn’t worked out so well for her when she’d tried it a few hours ago, or rather, it had worked out perfectly, seeing as what he had done to her to keep her from leaving him.
Natasha didn’t take her eyes off Steve, she found that she couldn’t, and she was a little surprised that his eyes weren’t as glued to her as hers were to his. She instantly became curious as to what had garnered his attention.
Still leaning on Steve’s chest, Natasha looked down at the television and saw … herself.
On the television screen, running desperately through the streets of New York, was the actress Scarlett Johansson. Beside her, holding her hand as they sprinted around thundering car crashes, was the actor Ewan McGregor. Natasha found herself paused and staring, similar to Steve. It was uncanny how, at many angles, Ewan looked so much like Steve that the two could almost be indistinguishable.
Natasha’s eyes widened slightly as she remembered the story of the movie. It had been a very good script and she had easily memorized it and all her lines. A young couple were on the run from authorities which intended to capture and imprison them simply for who they were. The similarity between the movie and their current situation was striking. She and Steve were fugitives from the government which would almost certainly imprison them in The Raft if they were to be captured. She couldn’t believe the coincidence of this specific movie playing in this bedroom at this particular moment.
It couldn’t possibly be a coincidence.
“See something you like?” she asked Steve.
“One of my favorite movies,” he answered quietly, turning to look down. “Been watching a lot of them trying to catch up. There are a few i keep coming back to, though.”
“That’s how you knew Wargames?”
“Yeah, actually, Sam had recommended it to me because of you,” Steve told her.
“Me?”
“Yeah, he said i should know more about the world of computers and hackers, since you and i seemed so close.”
“Well, the man is something of a psychologist with the way you told me he was ministering to other vets. He probably saw this coming before we did.”
“He may have mentioned something like that,” Steve grinned. “Maybe only a few dozen times.”
Natasha smiled a little and turned away, glancing back at the television. Her eyes caught on the sight of a small box along the edge of the cabinet top.
Her heart skipped a beat.
She didn’t realize she had stopped breathing.
Next to the television screen, placed perfectly on display, was the complete box set of all Scarlett Johansson movies.
She couldn’t believe it. Not many things in this world surprised Natasha Alianovna Romanova. At this sight, her mouth fell slightly open.
“You a fan?” she asked quietly.
“What?” Steve replied, not quite following her.
“The collection?” she said as she nodded toward the box set.
“Oh, uhhh, her, i mean, that,” Steve stammered, turning a little red. He was genuinely nervous. Captain in the headlights.
Natasha’s interest was piqued completely. “You like her?”
“Well, i … i …,”
“You’ve watched all her movies?”
“Well, not all, i mean, i’m watching … i …”
“This is the only video collection I've ever seen you have. We’re fugitives, we travel light, and you still brought this with you. You must really really like her. You should admit it.”
“Well, maybe she’s my favorite actress, i suppose,” Steve said shyly. “She … She has a nice style. Her features are kind of … kind of like some of the dames from my time, you know.”
“The dames from your time,” Natasha weedled him with a smirk.
“I just mean … with her slim jawline, smooth hair, soft face …”
“’Soft face?’”
“Classic beauty …”
“‘Classic beauty?’ Since when did that phrase become part of your vocabulary?”
“I looked it up online,” Steve admitted with a slight shrug and a shy smile. “It’s just that … honestly … watching her kind of … relaxes me.”
Natasha stared up into his eyes, and she found him so adorable that she had to resist the urge to kiss him. With this new level of intimacy between them, it was as if she could see the thin boy inside of the muscled adonis holding her. Feeling new emotions she hadn’t ever felt before, Natasha comically wasn’t sure whether to be jealous or flattered by his affection for Scarlett. Her mind slipped for a moment, something which had only ever happened to her in Steve’s presence.
“I … I relax you?” she whispered tenderly.
Steve looked down at her, his brow slightly furrowed in confusion. “What? Well, you … you relax me, too,” he whispered. Then, his eyes darkened with hopeful seduction. “Maybe … Maybe we could relax each other.”
Steve slowly leaned down and slid his lips over Natasha’s. Her mind was still in a slight daze, but she tried to pull back from him at the last moment. She moved too slow, and at the touch of their lips, he took her breath away. Instead of retreating, she melted into his kiss, opening her lips to suck on his tongue wantonly. Natasha was only snapped out of her love addled reverie by the sound of her own voice on the television screen, and she broke their kiss slowly.
“That’s not what i meant,” Natasha said as she untangled herself from his warm arms and legs, slipping the sheet off the bed to wrap around herself, leaving it dragging along the floor behind her like a bridal train as she walked over to the television.
She picked out a specific dvd cover, set it standing up next to the screen, and then walked into the bathroom, pushing the door to behind her. She didn’t close it because she didn’t want to inadvertently send Steve the message that she was shutting him out. She knew how sensitive he was.
Still laying on the bed, Steve lowered his head. He just wasn’t good with women. He figured that he probably never would be. Obviously, he had done something wrong again. Steve didn’t want Natasha to distance herself. Running a hand through his hair, Steve laid back on the pillows and closed his eyes.
Just a few minutes later, the bathroom door opened, and Steve looked up. For a moment, he thought maybe his eyes were taking a second to adjust to the sunlight streaming in through the windows, because Nat’s hair was glowing. Then, he sat up a little, and realized that the ravishing redhead was now a beautiful blonde.
With the bed sheet now draped around her like a roman toga, Natasha glanced over to him with a short smile. She could tell from his face that he still hadn’t made the connection. With a smoothly swaying gait, she made her way over to the television stand and leaned against it.
Steve stared at her, admiring her new look, but she still didn’t see the recognition in his eyes.
She had timed it perfectly as she’d planned. On the television screen, there was a slow motion close up of Scarlett Johansson, the wind blowing her blonde hair around her face.
At that exact moment, almost like a divine moment, a smooth wind flowed in from the open window, blowing her blonde hair very much in the same way as on the television screen.
Steve’s eyes squinted as he sat up. His tactical mind took in both poses, both stares, one face. The same face.
“Nat?” he asked with a furrowed brow.
Natasha gave him her trademark grin.
“Always pleased to meet a fan,” she said, sauntering over toward him on legs still shaky from his loving.
“You’re Scarlett Johansson?”
“One of my longest covers,” she explained with a smirk. “Like when I was traveling with the Bolshoi. This time, i took on the persona of an actress. I didn’t actually think I'd land any roles, though.”
“What happened?” Steve asked with immense curiosity.
“I’m, uhhh, a pretty good actress,” smiled Natasha, joining Steve in his humor. “When i acted in these movies, i didn’t think they would turn into Hollywood blockbusters. After i rooted out the Russian mole that was laundering illegal arms money through studio production companies, i quietly slipped into obscurity. How … How did you stumble across my movies?”
“Sam, uhhh, Sam recommended one of them,” recalled Steve. “It was your movie Her. He’d said i should see some of the things modern technology could do. After the first one, i couldn’t stop watching.”
“I guess you just … like the scripts?” Natasha said with a humble tone.
“Something like that,” Steve answered, sitting on the edge of the bed to reach out to grab her slim waist through the covers and pull her closer to stand in between his legs. “And i got really hooked on the actress.”
Natasha paused and her face became serious, intent and solemn. “Did watching me … really give you peace?” she asked quietly. There was a hope underlying her words, one so intimately intense that it was almost painful. “You answer me honestly?”
“Yes, it did,” he smiled. “And i’m always honest.”
Natasha released a breath she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding. A tear almost rose within her eye, but she didn’t allow the emotion to show through. “Well, should I be jealous?” she asked, trying to use her trademark sly voice, but he had touched her heart so much that it only managed to come out as a husky whisper.
“Don’t think so,” Steve smiled, wrapping his muscular arms around her slim waist.
Looking down into his crystal blue eyes, Natasha couldn’t stop her hands from raising to caress his cheeks, her green eyes now lost in his. “I guess i’ll just have to make sure.”
With those words, Natasha leaned down to claim Steve’s lips with her own. At first, the kiss was sweet, slow and tender, but steadily became more heated until their inner flames for each other were about to ignite once again.
They just couldn’t seem to get enough of one another.
But then, Natasha heard her voice from the tv screen scream out her co star’s name. “Lincoln!”
At the sound, Natasha had the flashing thought of a co star, and she abruptly broke their kiss. Staring up into her eyes, Steve saw a gamut of emotions cross her beautiful face, first realization, then … hope … and then, sad resignation.
“What’s going on?” he asked with a concerned frown.
Natasha stared into his eyes for a moment, thinking of how Steve has always had the power to make her talk to him. He was her interrogator, she smiled to herself. But, the thought in her mind was too much to hope for, and she turned away to step out of his arms.
Steve stood to follow after her, wrapping a bed towel around his waist. Natasha walked over to the open window to take in the view of the city below them. As nice as the view was, her heart knew there was no better view in the world than that of Steve’s eyes, and she turned to gaze up at him as he walked over to stand in front of her.
A single look from her Captain and she started talking. “What if we could disappear?”
“Disappear?”
“After all this. I mean, when there’s no more Hydra, no more 2R, no more bad guys. Well, few enough that we can just monitor instead of being needed to engage. I’m saying we go low key.”
“Undercover? What’s the play?”
“I know a guy,” Natasha answered a little timidly, worried about his reaction. “He’s … the guy that plays you.”
“What?” Steve asked with another frown.
“In those movies about your life by that company Marvel. His name is Chris Evans. I’ve known him for my whole acting career. We’re close, and he’d do anything for me. And, more importantly, he’s a dead ringer for you.”
“Well, maybe a little,” Steve conceded.
“I’ll tell Chris that I want to lay low from the media indefinitely. I can tell him about you. With the size of your bank account from all your government back pay, he won’t have a problem at all with you using his identity and he’ll never report any discrepancies.”
“And …”
“And when the world doesn’t see us as Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanova, we’ll live quietly as Chris Evans and Scarlett Johansson.”
Steve thought for a long moment, then nodded. “Sounds like a plan.”
Suddenly, Natasha looked down, a solemn expression on her face. “This … could be the rest of our lives. Did … Did you mean it … when you said together?” she asked quietly.
“Together,” he whispered meaningfully.
With those words of finality, Steve and Natasha … Chris and Scarlett … prepared to begin a new brighter chapter of their lives as they stood in one another’s arms to watch the rising of the sun.
The Beginning ...