Love, Romanoff Style

Steve's eyes widened in shock as Natasha pressed herself against him and covered his lips with her own. Had she really just said that to him? The thought of his faithful partner, the one woman who knew him better than anyone else alive, desiring him made his heart speed up.

He'd be lying if he said that he didn't at the very least suspect her burgeoning feelings for him because he had seen first-hand evidence of them in the field and in their personal lives as well. 

To say that their relationship was a unique one would be an understatement. Steve and Natasha had always teetered between being friends and being...something more. Whatever the something more was, Steve always hoped that maybe someday, she'd open up to him and they'd finally talk about it, but never like this.

"Nat, wait. Just hold on a second." Steve took her hands in his and held her back, so their faces were apart. He had to catch his breath and get her lips away from his. The woman kissed him so passionately, that it was hard for him to think clearly. If he let her continue, he knew that he wouldn't stop her.

The redhead sighed in frustration and stared up at him with unmitigated lust in her emerald eyes. She lowered her hands from his hair to his shoulders, not wanting to keep their bodies disconnected. Her voice lowered to a seductive purr. "Why, Steve? We've wanted this for so long. Just give in. It'll be good for the two of us. I promise~"

Natasha pressed her body to his again and lowered her fingers, allowing them to slide mere inches under his towel. "Don't you want me to make you feel good?" She trapped his upper lip between both of hers and sucked gently.

Idly, Steve let his fingers brush along her hips, caressing her with his palms. She felt so soft under his touch, so warm. God knows he hadn't had the touch of a woman in a long time, and not like this. Never like this. She was a seductress and knew exactly how to play him into her hands. 

Damn him for doing so, but he placed his lips on her neck and kissed the ivory flesh with reverence. Hadn't this been what he always wanted? To have Natasha for himself and nobody else? Steve couldn't even remember the countless dreams that he had of the two of them. Having her round ass wedged tightly between his thighs, her screams of desire as she cried his name, her nails digging crescent marks into his skin.

It was a miracle that he managed to look her in the eye after having such erotic dreams about the two of them. As much as he wanted to taste the fruit she was offering, he knew that plucking it wouldn't just be dangerous, but also...unwise.

Still, he'd dare any man to respond as quickly as he did when she began making advances towards him. Resisting her proved to be quite a difficult feat, particularly with her now-wet upper torso leaning on him.

"Nat...why are you doing this?"

Lust was ever present on her face, but frustration was also in her piercing green eyes. Steve couldn't shake the nervous feeling that tingled down his spine as she looked at him. "I think I've made that abundantly clear. I want you. Don't you want me?"

"No, I don't." The lack of conviction in his voice just cemented what they both already knew.

"Don't lie to me, Steve. I'm a spy, remember? It's my job to know things about people and you have too many tells. All of those invitations to breakfast, the way you look at me after I've been injured on a mission, the way you get jealous when I'm with Bucky or someone else on the team." Natasha fisted her hands in his shirt and held her forehead to his. "You can't tell me that you're not interested in me."

She had seen through him, like clockwork. The way she clung to him, she was giving him all the signals of a woman who wanted to be devoured. Natasha was essentially putty in his hands and Steve's endurance was beginning to wan. "...you're right. I can't."

Natasha choked out a gasp and she kissed him feverishly. When she pulled away to breathe, she whispered, "Then don't push me away."

"What choice do I have? Every time we come close to talking about what's between us, you avoid the issue. You've shown me that you're not ready for a relationship and I have to respect that, even if I don't like it."

Natasha may have been under the influence of the elixir, but nothing could mask the pained emotion in Steve's voice. She took his face in her hands and made him look her in the eyes. "Steve, Steve, when are people like us ever ready for a relationship?"

"Look, Nat, you don't have to make me feel better by doing this. You don't owe me anything. You never did." His response was resigned and Natasha hated hearing that in his voice.

"I admit that I have pushed you away because I was scared of leaving you, of giving you another more person to mourn. If I were to get killed someday...you've lost so much in your life. I didn't want to be another nail in that coffin, so I stayed away. I did my best to keep things neutral, to hide my feelings for you, but I can't do it anymore. Resisting you is like trying to stoo the rain, Steve."

"I don't want to fight it. I just want to be with you, and I know that you feel the same way." She laid her head on Steve's chest and slid her arms around his waist, enjoying his warmth.

Steve let his hands settle on her shoulders and he closed his eyes for a moment, breathing in her scent. Everything was all a blur. He'd loved Natasha from nearly the very first moment they met and never told a soul about it. Now, she was talking as if she was ready to return those feelings.

This had to be a fantasy, a daydream. Because as long as Steve has known her, Natasha was not the type of woman to go to such lengths to express herself. Yet, perhaps this was a side of her that she hadn't shown to anyone until now.

As much as Steve wanted to believe her, something about this whole situation was just...off. He smoothed circles on her back. "Are you sure, Nat? Is this really what you want?"

She nodded and pulled back to look up at him again. "More than anything, and that isn't the elixir talking; it's me."

"Wait. Elixir? What elixir? What are you talking about?" A look of alarm was all over Steve's face.

Shit. Why did she have to mention that? "Never mind. Just forget that I said anything..."

"No. What elixir? Nat, talk to me. What the hell is going on?"

A groan left Natasha's mouth and she moved away from him, sitting back on the bed. "Tony spent the last few days in his lab, creating an elixir, a love potion, as an experiment for Valentine's Day. I made him pour it out, but there was some left over in the fridge..."

Steve put his hand on his forehead and sighed. Just when he had been hoping that this was the real Natasha Romanoff, the rug was pulled out from under him. "You drank it."

"I did, but not on purpose." She leaned forward on her knees and gave him a look that said 'before you make an assumption, let me tell you what's going on'. "You know how Tony takes my creamer all the time? Well, he took the new bottle I'd gotten and hid it in his fridge in the lab. I went down there and we argued about the elixir he made, which he dumped in the sink when I threatened to shoot it with my gun."

Despite the seriousness of the situation, Steve couldn't fight the chuckle that slipped past his lips. "Why doesn't that surprise me?"

Natasha looked away and continued. "Then he left to buy me more creamer, but I had my coffee with me, so I looked in the fridge and found the bottle that he took. I poured the rest of it in my mug..."

"And that's why you're here."

"Yes."

Steve ran a hand through his hair and gave her a probing look. After a short period of silence, he said, "I'll be right back," then he walked over to his dresser, picked up the small pile of clothes he left there and went into the bathroom to change. In record time, he put on his clothes, dried his hair and was in his bedroom again.

This time, Natasha was lying under the covers instead of sitting on top of them. She sent him an embarrassed smile when he came out of the bathroom. "Steve, I'm really sorry about earlier. It's just...this love potion has me in a bit of a bind."

Her eyes were on him as he approached the bed cautiously. "What kind of a bind?"

Award silence stretched for a moment, then she bit her lip and looked at the covers. "The kind that makes me want to rip your clothes off and fuck you senseless."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"I, uh...I'm flattered."

"Don't think that this is just because of the elixir, Steve. I've wanted to fuck you for a long time now. All it's done is amplify that longing with a side order of pheromones."

Red flushed across Steve's cheeks and Natasha grinned cheekily at that. He was quite cute when he blushed. It made her feel proud, too, that she was one of the few people in the world who made him react in such a way.

Clearing his throat, he said, "This is for real? You're certain the elixir isn't making you say that?" Maybe his questions were annoying, but Steve didn't want Natasha to have sex with him outside of her free will. After all, a little precaution never hurt anyone.

"I've never been more genuine in my life, Steve," came her breathless reply.

She could tell that he believed her because he looked at her with that probing gaze again. There was much he had spoken to her with just a single look and no words. Natasha shivered from the power of it, feeling like he could see right into her soul.

Wordlessly, Steve got under the covers with Natasha and kissed her soundly. She responded enthusiastically and ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him to her. Steve had gotten so wound up in the kiss that it took a few seconds for him to realise that she wasn't wearing any clothes.

He pulled back to look down at her and that pink flush showed up on his neck, along with a look of desire in his eyes. "You're naked." The words came out in a halted breath, as if having Natasha naked before him was akin to something sacred.

"Well, yeah. Those clothes were a pain and I figured you'd wanna help me get lucky tonight." She took one of his hands and placed it on her breast. "I'm all yours, Steve."

Instinctively, his fingers flexed and gently squeezed the bare flesh in his palm. Natasha moaned and pressed her body closer to his. "Mm, that's a good start. What else have you got in your arsenal, soldier?"

Aroused by her sensuality and her honesty, Steve got on top of Natasha and kissed her collarbone, her chin and her lips. His blue eyes sparkled with mischief as he reached down with his other hand, cupping her. Slowly, tantalizingly, he slid his finger up and down her inner folds, feeling the dripping wetness of her core. Huskily, he said, "I don't think just telling you will do any good. I'll have to show you."