It was late at night, and Natasha was at Steve's apartment. She'd been staying at his apartment lately. Mostly for business, but sometimes pleasure. She's been dating Steve for about 4 months now, but it felt longer since they were partners for 2 years.

Natasha was typing furiously on her Mac Book. Ever since the incident with crossbones went down, the avengers were on high alert. She was almost finished with her email, when Steve walked in.

"Hey, Rogers," she said turning her head and raising an eyebrow at him. Ever since Natasha signed her rights over to the Sokovia Accords, Steve wasn't happy, and it showed.

"Hey," he said dropping his bags down next to the door, "did you think any about reconsidering your stance on the accords?"

She read between the lines on what his question meant. He knew she was with ironman, even though they were dating. "Don't think my opinion has changed any. Why do you ask?"

Steve pulled a chair up next to where she was sitting, and sat across from her. "I just don't think you've thought through all your options. Do you really want to give your rights over to the government?"

At this point, Natasha was getting a little frustrated. That's all Steve had been talking about with her lately. "I have, Rogers, and I don't think my opinion has changed." She said looking down at her screen, rather than up at him.

"Like I said, I just don't think you're thinking it through, Nat." He said looking up at her with those dreamy blue eyes. She knew what he was doing to her, and she wasn't going to let him get to her.

"Just because we're dating, doesn't mean I'm going to agree with you on everything, Rogers," she said under her breath. "Look, I agree with Tony, and if you don't like that, then deal with it." She said closing her laptop and getting up out of her chair to go to the bedroom.

"Well then I have a problem with that," Steve said getting up out of his chair to follow her.

"What are you going to do? Arrest me?" She said rolling her eyes.

"If that's what it takes," Steve said narrowing his eyes at her.

"I think we both know you wouldn't do that. You couldn't arrest me even if you tried." She said crossing her arms and leaning back against the wall.

"Just because we're dating, doesn't mean I wouldn't do that. You picked the wrong side."

"Depends on where you're standing." She said defensively.

"Look Natasha, I just don't want to see you get hurt." He said with a sly smile on his face.

Him gloating (well, he wasn't really gloating, and she knew that, but still) was making it so much worse. So much worse. And she was so angry she just couldn't hold it in. "Fuck you, Rogers."

He flinched.  It wasn't just what she'd said, although that (again) was pretty bad.  It was how she'd said it.  A low hiss with nothing but heat and vitriol.  His chin quivered for an instant, though whether in hurt or in anger she couldn't say.  The anger was what won out.  "Yeah.  Well, that seems to be the only thing you want me around for."

Before she even knew what she was doing, she slapped him. Hard. Really hard. The impact of her palm to his cheek was loud, echoing through the supply room like a crack of lightning. He was surprised enough that the blow actually ripped his face to the side and he staggered half a step back. He turned back to her, face red, eyes wide. "You hit me."

Her hand was throbbing. She glared at him through tears, "Don't think that's the first time you've ever gotten hit, Rogers."

Then he set his jaw and turned his own glare on her, one that would have intimidated anyone, but not her. "You don't hit me"

She smirked, "you don't tell me whose side to be on."

There was a wink of pure rage in his gaze, and then he was in her face, looming over her, using every inch of height and every pound of muscle he had on her to threaten her. "Say you're sorry."

"No."

"Say it."

"Fuck you."

He grabbed for her shoulders, and she swung again, harder this time, faster.  Her hand hit nothing because he caught it, but still she pushed, her whole body struggling against his strength.  His eyes were alive, so heady with anger and desire.  And she felt the same way. She'd never seen him like this. His plush lips pulled back from his teeth.  The flush on his cheeks.  His smoldering eyes searching hers.  The heat of his hard body and the strength of his grip.  The fire between them.  The push and pull and power.

She needed him more than she'd ever needed anything. "Fuck me," she whimpered.

And that was all it took.

Any doubt there might have been that he wasn't as absolutely desperate for it as she was died the second he kissed her.  It wasn't a kiss so much as it was a claim, hot and open-mouthed and frantic.  Dominating.  He didn't let go of her wrist, wrapping her arm around her back and holding it there, and she squeaked in surprise, an undignified whine of a thing that was swallowed completely by his mouth.  He devoured her with ferocity he normally didn't possess, tongue plunging inside her mouth and exploring like he was afraid this could be the last time he could taste her. He gave her a second to catch her breath, until he slammed her against the wall.

His hand went to the mass of her hair, tangling up in it and yanking her head back.  She gasped, pain blurred completely by the sheer anticipation, struggling uselessly as his lips attacked her throat.  She couldn't see, her eyes forced upward, so there was only the unbearable sensation of him planting fast, harsh kisses down her throat.  He went to the particularly sensitive spot just above her pulse point and sucked hard there, she was too angry to succumb to how she wanted to melt.  He didn't get to hold her like this and force her to submit to him. He didn't let go of her hair, driving her back across the room, his size and stature giving her no choice.  She stumbled and staggered until her back hit another wall with a rattle.  The collision was hard enough that things fell, clattering to the floor, and he wedged his knee right between her legs.

There was a quiet vibration noise in her back pocket of her pants, and she could feel it buzzing. She couldn't help but grab her phone, and open it while Steve suckled down her neck. She read the message, it was from Tony. She grabbed Steve's face and kissed his lips deep and passionately, and released. "Sorry Rogers, but I don't play with enemies."

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