Avengers: The Bloodstone Agenda (TheCorsair & surrealobsession)

The feeling of his hands in her own, their bodies so close, the gentle brush of his lips...it made Natasha almost weak with need. How long had it been? Too long, much too long. The last man she had been with had not been Clint. It had been just after Clint, in her heartbreak over how life never worked out as you would wish. She had found a stranger and hated herself the moment they had finished, perhaps even before.

But there was no regret here, no reason to feel it. Steve was wonderful, but he also understood duty and responsibility. He knew what she was, to a certain extent, and yet offered a chance to start fresh with someone that was almost more enticing than the thought of the comfort they could provide one another. All of this flashed through her mind, but looking into his eyes conscious thought melted away.

Her face melted into a smile at his words of thanks back, and she slowly removed her hands from his. Instead, they slid over his shoulders and around his neck, breasts pressed into his chest. With some small pressure on his neck, she brought him down for a real, slow kiss. After a moment of pressed mouths, she slid out her tongue and separated his lips, moving inside.
 
Natasha's arms slid around his shoulders to rest on his neck. She moulded herself to him as his arms slipped around her, fingers bunching in the fabric of her shirt as she kissed him again. Her lips were sweet and warm on his, and then her tongue opened his mouth. He made a noise of agreement, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened.

It was like another dance, the steps following the ancient rhythm of the blood in their veins. One of Steve's hands slid downwards, slowly caressing her spine and finally cupping the taught curve of her rear. He felt himself harden as they began to move towards the bed. Breaking the kiss, he gave her a mischevious, affectionate look. "Should I lead again?"
 
The kiss warmed her entire body, causing a tingle in her toes she hadn't felt in ages. By the time their lips broke, she was breathless. But his question made her grin, and she shook her head. "Oh no, I think I can lead this particular dance," she teased back. Playfully, she pushed him back onto the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. Immediately, her lips were back down on his, kissing him with a bit more urgency.

She was lost in the way he made her feel, the way he treated her like she was...normal. Just another woman, not a spy or a weapon or a fucking hero. He treated her like a girl that he liked, that he wanted to dance with, and make laugh, and kiss. And she fully intended to give him the time of his life to show her appreciation.
 
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