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Steve slams her back against the wall and she laughs, “Is this your kink, Rogers? Slamming people against the wall.”
His eyebrows lower and he practically growls at her, her eyes briefly flash to Sam, who is standing just a few steps behind Steve and he shrugs.
“No.” Steve says, in that deep gravely voice of his, “But yours seems to be fucking up my missions.”
Nats eyes linger on the beard Steve has managed to grow since she last saw him and she lifts her hand to lightly drag her fingers through it, “No. My kink is definitely this beard you’ve managed to grow out.”
“Stop it, Nat.” He snaps as Sam walks away with a chuckle. But he doesn’t pull away from her so she lifts her other hand to the other side of his beard. Her nails lightly scratched over his jawline.
“Seriously, this is hot, Rogers.”
Steve’s hands tighten on her biceps before letting go and dropping to his sides “What are you doing here?”
She rolls her eyes as she steps away from the wall and around Steve, “This is Russia.” She says in her native tongue, “My home.” Off Steve’s look she goes back to English, “I should be asking you boys what you’re doing here.”
“Laying low.” Sam answers for Steve, “Ross was hot on our trail and he practically pushed us here. He doesn’t seem too keen to follow us since we came over the border.”
Natasha hums as she ruffles through the papers on the table, “He has no jurisdiction in Russia. He can’t legally arrest you.” She glances up at Steve, “So you’re safe for the time being.” She holds up a map, “But this…”
Steve snatches it from her hands, “Is none of your concern.”
Nat chuckles, “Geez, you’d think me putting my life on the line for you would hold a little more sway in trusting me, Rogers.”
His eyes silently study her and she lets him without breaking eye contact. It’s been months since she last saw him in the Germany airport. Since she last fought on opposite sides of both her best friends. It’s not exactly a moment she’s proud of but she still stands by her decision. She just wishes it hadn’t left them all in such horrible positions. No one won in their own private civil war. Not Tony, not Steve, certainly not her. She had lost everyone in the decisions she had made.
He breaks eye contact and huffs out a breath, “I know what you did for us. For me, Nat. Don’t think I don’t appreciate it.” He hands the map back to her, “I just don’t want you to get more involved with us. Could manage some pull with Stark if you didn't.”
Nat gives her one shouldered shrug as she studies the map.
“So what’s the plan?” She eventually asks and Sam sighs as Steve breaks it all down.
There’s only two beds in their motel room and although Steve tries to take the floor, Nat manages to convince him she won’t be ruined if they sleep in the same bed. Sam is practically snoring in the bed next to them before they settle in their bed.
“I really do like the beard.” She whispers her fingers curling with the urge to scrape her nails through it again.
Steve gives a small smile, his eyes still closed, his lashes so long on his cheeks, “Yeah? I’m not so sure I can say the same about your blond hair. I’m more partial to the red.”
She lets out a breath of laughter, “I know you are, Rogers. A sucker for the red heads. Although, I heard from a little birdie,”
“Sam?” He interrupts.
“No, actually. Not Sam. Another little bird we know.”
His eyes finally open, “What did you hear, Nat?”
“That you may have finally put a move on another blonde.”
Steve freezes for just a moment then runs a hand through his hair before scratching through his beard. Nat follows his hand until it lands back on his stomach.
“I may have kissed her.” He finally admits.
Steve closes his eyes again, “I’ve been pretty busy running from the government so there is no ‘and’.”
Nat lays back down on her pillow, silent.
“I have a question for you, Nat.”
He turns his body to hers and props his head up with his hand. His eyes study her and she stares back at him, blue and green meeting, his eyelashes so incredibly long, she had almost forgotten how they looked when they would flutter on his cheeks. The moment seems to last for so long, as she holds her breath in anticipation. Then finally, finally he lifts a hand to touch her. She doesn’t care where he touches her, just that he is. His fingers find her bare collarbone and lightly trace over it as his eyes watch, “Why do you keep trying to push me on Carter, when what we have is pretty damn good?”
Nat breaths out a quiet laugh, “That’s pretty cocky of you to think.”
He raises a brow, “Not cocky when you practically sing my praises after every orgasm I give you.” His fingers slide down to the waistband of her shorts and tease along the edge before sliding under and into her panties. She sucks in a breath as they slide over her clit, because fuck did she miss this.
“Sam?” She asks as another snore sounds through the room.
“Sleeps like a fucking bear in hibernation.” He whispers into her ear before nibbling on her lobe, “Trust me. He won’t hear a thing.” He slides two thick fingers inside of her and she lets out a squeak that he instantly swallows with his mouth. Nats hand tangles in his hair as his tongue sweeps into her mouth. As much as she loves him touching her and fucking her, it’s when he kisses her that always makes her weak.
She breaks the kiss to tilt her head back with a breathy moan as he pumps his fingers inside of her. She’s already so close to coming undone and she hasn’t even touched him yet.
“Fuck, Steve.” She groans and his eyes sweep over her face in pure desire and that there does it for her. Her breath stutters as she comes undone around his fingers.
Slowly he slides his fingers out of her when she’s done whimpering and she lifts her head to catch him in another deep kiss.
“Think you can fuck me without making the bed squeak?”
He chuckles, “No.” and makes his point by just bouncing a little. The sound of the bed is so loud Sam's snore actually stutters. They smile at one another and he kisses her again, “Another night.”
Her hand slides down his stomach and over the bulge in his shorts. She grips him through his shorts and slides her hand up and down a few times. He drops his head between her breasts in a frustrated groan.
“Did you like kissing her?” She doesn’t know why she asks.
“Nat.” He groans.
She slides her hand into his shorts and smooths her thumb over his slit to collect the precum before fisting him.
He lifts his head to look at her, he’s studying her to try and figure out why she’s asking. She smiles, “She seems like she would make a good all American picket fence wife.”
“Maybe that’s not what I want.” He argues.
“It’s what Captain America should want.”
“Well bad deal for him because Steve Rogers likes his redheaded Russian.”
The kiss she gives him is hard and dirty as he comes undone under his ministrations. They make out for a few moments longer and then Steve goes to the bathroom to clean up. When he comes back to bed he spoons her from behind. She closes her eyes and begins to drift off when he speaks again.
“I kissed Sharon because I was pissed at you, Nat. Not because I wanted her to be Captain America’s wife or even because I wanted to fuck her. I was mad at you for taking Tony’s side so I kissed her to spite you.”
Nats shoulders shake with silent laughter, “Would it help to know it worked?”
He kisses her bare shoulder and pulls her tighter against him, “No. it makes me feel worse. I used her and hurt you. Not very Captain America of me.”
Her hand finds his and she squeezes as she turns her head back to look at him, “Just means your human Steve.”
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