Just A Little Kink
"Mmgh."
Natasha's head raised and she lowered her book to look at Steve. That was the third time he'd groaned in the last five minutes. Something was up and he wasn't talking. Clearing her throat, the redhead spoke up.
"Steve, what's wrong?"
The blonde turned in her direction from where he sat and tried to give her a disarming grin. Natasha was very familiar with it. It was the look Steve would give someone to convince them that he was fine even though he really wasn't and just didn't want any attention drawn to himself.
"I'm okay, Nat. It's nothing."
She raised her eyebrow, but said not a word. Instead, she raised her book up and picked up from the chapter she left off. Ten seconds hadn't passed before Steve groaned again. Natasha glanced at Steve, her eyes taking in his form as he sat at the kitchen counter.
He was likely feeling the effects of his training with the Avengers. Steve had been pushing himself to the absolute limits, out of, what Natasha suspected, was frustration over not being able to locate Bucky.
Steve's anger was understandable and Natasha sympathised with him, but the excess strain he was putting on his body was not good. He was a super soldier, but even he was not completely impervious to pain.
There came yet another groan and Natasha scowled, shutting her book and standing up to make her way over to him. Once she reached him, she touched his shoulder. Steve gave her that ridiculous smile.
"Honestly, Nat. It's just a little kink, is all."
She rolled her eyes and ignored his lie."No offence, Rogers, but as much as I'd like to continue hearing you moan, I'm afraid my ears couldn't handle it while I'm trying to read. The thought of you grunting all day leaves a bad taste in my mouth too, so I've decided to help you. Come on."
With Natasha's hand on Steve's arm, tugging him forward, he had no choice but to follow. What she lacked for in height, she definitely made up for in strength. Steve had always been fascinated by Nat's agility and dexterity. It was rare for him to meet a woman who he could actually match up well with as a partner, but Natasha was indeed, the perfect one for him. In battle, that is.
"Where are we going, Nat?"
"To my room. I have something that I think will help those little kinks in your back."
Steve faltered. Suddenly, his mind recalled a few of the practices people in the twenty-first century did to remove pain from their bodies. "Uh...you wouldn't be talking about acupuncture needles, would you? Because I've read up on them and I have to say that there is no way I would be comfortable having a bunch of tiny needles put into my back, even for getting rid of pain."
Natasha tugged him forward, not to be deterred. "No, I don't have any acupuncture needles with me. Although, I have had it done to me in the past and they don't really hurt. That is, if you get the right people to apply them to your back."
They reached her room and Natasha motioned for Steve to lay on her bed while she went into the small black trunk in her closet to find her special muscle tonic. After a few minutes, she found the little amber bottle and went to her bed, sitting on it.
Steve looked at the bottle curiously. "What's that?"
"A little muscle tonic that I made. Take off your shirt and I'll rub some on your back."
"What's in it?"
There was no panic in his voice, merely curiosity. Natasha gave him a smile and had to bite her tongue when he removed his shirt. Damn, he was ripped. Of course, she already had been aware of how physically fit Steve was, but it wasn't every day she saw him without a shirt. The sight was quite nice.
"It's a blend of aloe vera, dsmo, a few essential oils and herbs to help with pain. When I rub this on your back, it'll be absorbed into your skin and you'll feel a slight tingling. That means the tonic is working and helping your muscles unclench and relax."
Natasha spread the oil on her hands and began to massage it onto Steve's skin. He moaned, but this time, it was an appreciative sound instead of a painful one. She smiled and tried not to enjoy it to much, but it was hard. Steve had a sexy voice, especially when he spoke in low tones.
As Natasha touched his skin, he made a loud grunt and punched her pillow. Once she saw that, Natasha immediately stopped rubbing his back and moved to face him.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah...you just hit a hot spot. That's the area that's been bothering me."
The redhead grinned and put some more oil in her hands. She then leaned back over and rubbed the tonic on Steve's shoulder, this time a bit slower so she could really get into his muscles.
"Well, it won't bother you for too much longer. This stuff works wonders. If you want, I can give you the ingredients so you can make some for yourself. I find home remedies cheaper and better for the body than getting some over-the-counter prescription garbage."
This little tidbit Natasha revealed to Steve made him like her even more. Since he'd grown up in the early 1900s, he was used to the holistic homeopathic medicines that his mother would make for him whenever he got hurt. Thankfully, with the super soldier serum in his body, Steve didn't have to be so particular about what he put into his body, although, he still had better health and eating habits than most Americans.
"That's good, Nat. I've had a lot of experience with natural foods and medicines too. There's a lot of chemicals used in products today. Makes me glad that I kept my mother's book of herbal remedies and healthy foods. She thought of everything I would need for...after she was gone."
The change of tone in Steve's voice when he mentioned his mother made Natasha sober. At least he had good memories of his mother. From the things he'd said about her, Sarah Rogers was an upstanding woman who cared very dearly about her only son. If only Natasha could say the same about her own mother.
After spending a considerable amount of time on his back, Natasha gave her fingers a break, clenching and unclenching them to get the numbness out. Steve breathed a heavy sigh of relief and she smiled at him.
"Any other stiff places?"
"Mm...if you could get the other side of my shoulders, that would be good. Unless your hands are tired. You don't have to if you don't want to."
"Don't be ridiculous, Rogers. If I rubbed your back for ten minutes, I can do your shoulders too." She motioned for him to turn around and sit back so she could move in front of him. When he did, she began to massage the tonic onto his shoulders gently. Steve winced, so she made sure to keep her ministrations light.
The light from her window gave Natasha a nice look at Steve's pectorals and washboard abs. He was sinfully delicious to look at. Natasha silently thanked Steve for keeping his eyes closed while she rubbed him. His moaning was already getting her keyed up and the rise and fall of his chest threatened to make her go insane with lust.
Natasha's mind began to go places it didn't need to. Like how Steve looked so comfortable and right at home laying on her bed. Like, if she were willing to risk it, would he let her curl up against his warm body and hold him. Like if she gave him a kiss, maybe they would end up tangled in the sheets together, naked limbs and gasping breaths filling each other's senses as they gave in to their pleasure.
The power of those dirty thoughts and images were enough to make Natasha gasp and she shook her head, trying to get her mind free of them. "Shit," she muttered to herself, trying desperately to rein in her arousal.
"Nat? Are you okay?"
It took several seconds before Natasha realised that Steve was calling her name. By the time she opened her eyes, he was sitting up, watching her with a concerned look on his face. Good grief, he was an Adonis and completely clueless about his effect on her. It took all of her strength not to lick her lips or jump him and crush her mouth to his. Damn him for being so desirable.
"Yeah...it's just a little hot in here. I'm starting to burn up." She wiped at her forehead to make him believe that she was in earnest.
That was still a very lame excuse to waive off his concerns, but Natasha actually was beginning to feel a little heated, no thanks to him. Steve put a hand to her forehead and she blinked in surprise at the action.
"Hmm, you do feel warm. You're not sick are you?"
Natasha chuckled and shook her head. She could count on one hand how many times she'd been sick in her twenty-nine years. "I hardly ever get sick, Rogers."
"Well, maybe you need some fresh air. Take a walk in the park, have a picnic, go to the zoo." The concern on his face was touching. Steve Rogers was always putting his team first. On the fields and in his personal life. He was so selfless.
Natasha cocked her head to the side and observed him carefully. "Well, that sounds good, Rogers. Any other ideas for me on how to spend time outside?"
"There's a great diner in Brooklyn that I know of. They have a few tables that you can eat at outside. You've probably never been there, but they have the best milkshakes you will ever drink."
The excitement in Steve's voice made Natasha grin. He sounded like a little kid talking about his favourite candy store. She leaned back against her headboard and gave him a slight mischievous look. "Are you asking me out on a date, Steve?"
Instead of coughing awkwardly or reaching behind his head to scratch his neck - these are the things Steve was prone to do when he was nervous - he gazed back into Natasha's green eyes, unfaltering.
"You're damn right I am," he whispered.
Natasha's eyebrows raised and she nudged him with her knee. Such confidence exuded from that little sentence. She was proud of him for not backing down or trying to change the subject. Still, she had to tease him.
"Language, Rogers."
There was a glint in Steve's eyes that Natasha couldn't read and he suddenly tugged one of her legs, pulling her down so he could cover her body with his own.
Natasha scoffed in mock offence as he got on top of her. "Well, I didn't know that foreplay was your thing, Steve. You should be careful. I know how difficult it can be for you older men to get it st-"
She never finished her sentence because Steve's lips came crashing down on hers, smothering her sarcastic remark. Natasha moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist, moving their bodies closer together. Steve's tongue expertly lapped at her upper lip and she sighed. He took that opening and let his tongue glide into her mouth. His hands groped at her sides, tightening their embrace. Natasha's head grew dizzy from the intensity of the kiss.
After what felt like an eternity, they pulled back for a respite, both breathing heavily. Natasha grazed Steve's bicep with her fingers and she smiled up at him. "So...what do you say we go get that milkshake you were telling me about?"
Steve furrowed his brow. "You want to go now?"
"Well, it's either that or we stay in this bed, tear our clothes off and screw each other's brains out. And as much as that sounds appealing, it doesn't really scream 'first date' to me."
"Uh...yeah. That wouldn't be the right way to start things off..." An adorable redness had grown on Steve's cheeks and Natasha bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing out loud. He really was a Boy Scout through and through.
After leaning upwards to give him a light kiss and a wink, Natasha slid out from under him and walked over to her closet. Before she went inside, she turned back to look at him. "Tell you what, Steve. If you get me a order of fries on the side, you may just get lucky tonight."
She was never going to get tired of seeing him blush.