I Think We're Alone Now
“Where is everyone?” Sam asked as he exited the elevator into the communal area. It was deserted except for Natasha, who leaned back on the couch to receive his soft kiss with a smile. She put one hand over his where he had laid it on her shoulder and looked up into his relaxed face.
“The children,” she said, patting his hand, “all went down to the training floor earlier.” When Sam looked down into her green eyes with a raised eyebrow and an unspoken question, she chuffed a laugh. “It started with your brother and Clint arguing about techniques.”
“Um, okay. And everyone else…?” He walked around the end of the couch to plop down into the plush cushions with her, laying down, his head in her lap, his legs hanging off the end. She kissed his forehead, then ran her fingers through his hair with one hand and laid the other arm across his chest, his hands coming up to hold onto her hand.
“Thor and Stark both wanted to see them square off in a knife throwing battle. Cap went to play referee and Cas and Bruce are there to bandage any subsequent bloodletting.” Sam rolled his head with a deep sigh. He made to get up but she pressed down, just enough to make him arch his eyebrow. “Steve is there. He’ll keep the danger to a minimum. You stay here with me.” She smiled and leaned down to kiss his lips.
When she pulled back, he was wide-eyed, but smiling. He reached up with one hand, threading his long fingers through her wavy, red hair. He exerted no force, just directing her back towards his lips as he lifted up to meet her part way. She pressed down onto him, pushing him back onto her lap and putting heat behind the kiss. Her shoulder length hair fell around her face, partially obscuring his as well. Her hand on his chest began to deftly unbutton the flannel shirt and then slipped between the top flannel to the warm undershirt below, only one layer between their skin. Sam made a muffled sound as she began to pull up the t-shirt below, exposing his toned stomach muscles. She ran her fingers lightly over the muscles and had just begun to slip her fingers around the waistband at the top of his jeans, when there was a commotion from the elevator. It opened and all their teammates spilled into the communal area, raucously talking, and joking.
She huffed in frustration against his face before she lifted up, him licking his lips and trying not to laugh. He hastily sat up and began to pull his shirt closed to rebutton it. She turned a dark glare on the men who had all stopped between the elevator and the couch. Dean was the first to speak up.
“Aww, come on,” he groaned, throwing up his hands. “I didn’t want to see this.” He pointed a finger at her as he continued past them into the kitchen area. “Stop molesting my brother where I can see it.” All of them were impressed that Dean didn’t wilt under her glare. Sam kept buttoning his shirt, his face pink with embarrassment.
“Dean,” Tony said, skirting around the couch as far as he could, casting sneaking glances at the couple on the couch. “If that’s what you call molesting, we need to talk. Your brother was an active participant.” All of them followed except Clint, who dropped onto the arm of the couch closest to Natasha. He leaned forward and gave Sam a full scan, before smirking and leaning back to yell over his shoulder into the kitchen.
“She only got his shirt unbuttoned. He’s mostly unmolested.” Natasha elbowed him in the ribs as he jumped away, laughing, out of her reach for any further retaliation.
“You guys have a room,” Tony said, taking the cold bottle of beer that Dean offered him. “I own the building, so you have lots of rooms to choose from. Just not mine. I’m not sure Pepper would believe me if she came back and found Sam’s boxer briefs under the bed.” Dean cringed as Sam blushed deeper, clearing his throat. By now, Natasha was grinning.
“Any room?” She raised an eyebrow. Tony held up a finger.
“Any room with a door that closes. That isn’t communal. That isn’t my room.”
She stood up and grabbed Sam’s hand, pulling him towards the elevator. Sam stumbled but followed her petite form. He glanced back to see that all of them were watching them go, with varying emotions on their faces.
Cas was contemplative. Stark and Clint were winking lasciviously. Banner and Thor were clearly amused. Steve’s face was nearly as red as Sam’s, but he was tentatively smiling. Dean, however, was smiling broadly. His fake disgust from earlier had faded and he gazed in pride at his younger brother. As Natasha and Sam stepped onto the elevator, she pulled him down into a deep kiss that he couldn’t help but moan through. The doors closed and the men in the kitchen cleared throats or took breaths. Dean slapped the countertop before taking another sip of his beer.
“That’s my boy,” he said with fondness. Tony and Clint gave him their raised eyebrows, but then laughed and the spell was broken.