-November-

Natasha was in a deep sleep when something woke her up. It took seconds for her to realize it was the sound of a helicopter. She jumped up and walked to the window to see a helicopter landing on the front lawn.

Without hesitation, she ran down the stairs and out the front door, barefoot and in pajamas, and ran through the grass to meet Steve. He started to jog with his bags over his shoulder when he saw her. When he was close to her, he dropped his bags on the grass and picked her up with a hug. He nuzzled into Natasha's neck and sighed contently and planted a firm kiss on the side of her cheek. "I am so glad to see you," he said loudly over the helicopter noise. Natasha wrapped her legs around him and he held onto them as he tapped one single finger down to his pants pocket to make sure he still felt the ring box.

Steve turned around with Natasha still in his arms and waved at the pilot who was grinning from ear to ear. He lifted the helicopter into the air as Steve focused his attention back on Natasha. "Hold on tight," Steve smiled and he leaned down to the ground to grab his bags. He didn't mind being a mule carrying the bags and Natasha. He couldn't put her down now. Not after being away from her for over a week when she'd just told him she loved him.

Steve nudged the front door open with his foot and dropped his bags inside the dark hallway. He returned his hands to her back and she let go a little bit, enough to be able to see his face. Steve kicked the door shut with his foot and started kissing her firmly. He didn't come up for air and finally Natasha pulled back and said "Steve, what's gotten into you?" It wasn't a complaint.

He felt the heat rise to his face as he said sweetly "I just missed you, baby." He stood there in the dark, holding her and kissing her until he couldn't take it anymore. He pulled back and breathily asked "Do you want to..."

"YES," she said, interrupting him as she felt something hard starting to press into her bottom. Waves of pressure and heat started to radiate through her.

Steve swung her legs around to one side and carried her up the stairs in his arms, bridal style. Natasha caught glimpses of his face in the dimly lit hallway and noticed the stubble he was sporting. It explained why the area around her mouth felt like it was brush burned. But she wanted more.

"Are you sure about this?" she asked.

Steve leaned down to kiss her on the mouth and hummed into it "Mmm, I'm sure."

He put her down when they got to the top of the stairs and she returned immediately to kissing him. She didn't even stop while she pulled his jacket off and tossed it aside. Natasha started stepping backwards to her bedroom and pulling him along. Inside the bedroom, she pulled off his shirt and pulled him down onto the bed.

"You're in a hurry, aren't you?" he chuckled.

"I can't help it, Steve. I've been waiting a long time for this." She ran her fingertips over the muscles on his chest.

Steve rubbed his hand over the side of her face. "So have I," he said seriously.

She turned her face towards his warm hand and swallowed. "Steve, will you make love to me?" She laughed softly. "I'm sorry, does that sound corny?"

He leaned over and began kissing her softly, focusing on her bottom lip. "Tasha, I want you so much."

The hair on her arms rose up when he said that. No one's ever said that to me before, she thought.

Steve moved closer to her and rolled her gently onto her back. "I'm taking my time with you," he smiled. Natasha thought it was the sexiest smile she had ever seen. He bent down to start kissing her neck and her chest and she moved her head around when he found just the right spots. Feeling his warm breath and body on her created just the right balance to stave off the chill in the room. She rested her hands across his shoulders and tried to memorize every move he made. Steve kissed down her neck to her shoulder and moved the strap of her tanktop, kissing further down her shoulder. He repeated the same with the other side.

"This is real, isn't it?" she whispered.

"I'm not going anywhere, honey," he said and brushed her cheek.

"You better not," she said softly with a smile.

Steve turned his attention to her stomach now, gently lifting her tank top up a little and planting kisses all over. When he got to her left side where the bullet scar was, he kissed it and laid his cheek down to it. He stroked his fingers over her stomach and Natasha brushed over his hair with her hand. She didn't want to move him, it felt so nice... but she wiggled her way out of his grip to stand up. Steve sat up and looked at her, holding onto her every movement. She stood before him and slowly pulled her tank top off. He drew her closer with his arms and began exploring new territory, moving his warm mouth over parts yet untouched. Natasha stood there, wondering if her legs would continue to hold her. She rested her hands on his shoulders and Steve kissed around her nipple making her take in a breath sharply. He smiled against her skin and then drew the delicate nipple into his mouth, using his tongue to circle it. The heat between Natasha's legs rose as she felt a wetness start to form. She leaned over his head, wrapping her arms around it as he continued to explore with his mouth. When Steve moved to her other nipple, Natasha's head dropped back and she took a deep breath. She broke away to slowly pull off her pajama bottoms, leaving her completely exposed to him and the air.

Steve's forehead creased in the middle as his eyebrows went up. "You are so beautiful, Tasha." He kissed her stomach and ran his hands up her sides before slowly standing up. She looked up to Steve towering over her, a comforting sight she had missed in his absence. Her eyes smiled at him gently and she didn't take them off him as she reached for the belt of his jeans. She was about to see more of Steve than she'd ever seen, including all the time she'd lived at the house and even caught him walking in his towel once. Somehow this made her fingers feel clumsy and the belt was taking longer to unbuckle than she intended. When she finally had it, she pulled the belt off slowly through all the loops. She could see how hard he was through his jeans. He leaned down to kiss her as she finished unbuttoning and unzipping him. He stopped her as she tried to wiggle the jeans down and took over. He gently laid the pants aside, not wanting her to find the ring box in his pocket. Then she ran a finger along the inside of the elastic in his boxers and Steve exhaled raggedly. "Ticklish," he smiled at her.

Natasha intended to finish the job and looked down to carefully pull his boxers off, not wanting to hurt him. Just as she had suspected for a while, Steve was more well endowed than most and she tried not to react but Steve saw her eyes widen a little. "Maybe you should be on top first," he whispered, "you know, so you can control it a little better." She nodded and took him in her hands, feeling how smooth his skin was. "Okay, lay down," she said softly.

As Steve laid back, he sat back up to say "Wait, let me get a condom."

"Actually, you don't need one," she started to say as she sat down next to him. The next part was about to be hard to say to him but before she could get it out, Steve was pulling her down and kissing her, moving his tongue around her mouth. As many times as he'd kissed her, this was the most passionate yet. She didn't have the heart to steal this moment from him...

Natasha kneeled on the bed and crawled up his body until she moved her legs on either side of his hips. He reached a hand down to her opening and rubbed it lightly with a few circles. "That's all for you," she smiled. She moved even closer and positioned herself over him, reaching down and pointing him in the right direction. His tip was begging to be closer to her than just at her opening but the wetness radiating from her was sending shivers up through his body. She wiggled her hips slowly until his tip was just inside her. Steve's eyes closed and his head moved backwards.

Natasha didn't move her hips but she moved her hands down behind his shoulders to get close enough to kiss him. She kissed him softly and she moved her hips downward just slightly, taking him in a little further but not to the point where it would hurt. Steve sighed as he felt the tightness and warmth of her walls.

He wrapped his hands around her back and pulled her closer. "I love you, baby," he whispered.

"I love you too," she returned and she pushed down a little more. This time, it hurt and it flashed on her face.

Steve's face tensed up and he was about to ask if she was alright but Natasha said "Just give me a second." She squeezed her walls and took a deep breath and then she was ready to slide down him more. This time, she went as far as she could and a gasp came out of her mouth. She started moving slowly, sitting up on him, laying her hands on his abdomen.

"Ohhh, there's nothing between us..." he sighed.

As she moved her hips up and down, she could feel every part of him expanding her out, filling her up. It wasn't hard for him to be near her g-spot. She was wondering how long she would make it just when Steve moved his hands up onto her hips. She moved slowly and purposefully up and down on him, leaning back on one of her hands to get a little more stability and a better angle. Steve started to move his hips up and down gently, watching her face for queues. As Natasha started to breathe faster, she said "Would you like to switch?"

"You think it's okay?" he asked.

"I think it will be okay," she smiled down at him. She climbed off of him, feeling an emptiness as he got off the bed.

"You look like an angel laying there," he said as he crawled back onto the bed and between her knees. He found his way back inside of her quickly but thrusted slowly so Natasha could feel every bit of his length. She let a moan out and the heat in her stomach rose. Steve leaned forward and balanced himself on his hands, pulling out and pushing back in slowly. Every time he pushed back into her, his abs pressed into her throbbing bud. His position was making it easy for him to hit her g-spot once again. The feeling of him plunging in and pulling out slowly over and over was driving her over the edge and she was breathing faster. Her hands were lying on his biceps, feeling the muscles work when she felt like she couldn't take anymore but he continued on, slowly and steadily.

Natasha pulled his head closer to kiss him and in that moment, the angle caused him to press into her so deep and touch all the right spots, she exhaled sharply as she started falling over the edge. Her walls closed tighter on Steve and her eyes closed as she tried to catch her breath. Pulses started shooting from her core. Steve whispered, "Mmm, baby..." onto her cheek and a moan escaped her lips as he started to move a little faster. She thought about them being joined together as one in the moment and a series of moans followed, she wasn't in control anymore. Steve was moving faster and starting to glisten with sweat when his mouth fell open and he started breathing harder, creating noises in his throat. She lifted herself up to meet his thrusts and Natasha felt him release into her, warm and slippery as he moved in and out a few more times. When Steve stopped moving, they were both breathing heavily. He rested his forehead on hers and slowly started to pull out of her. She instantly felt empty but satisfied as they continued to catch their breath.

"Let's take a shower," he suggested.

She agreed and he headed for the bathroom where he started the water. "I'll be right there," she called out, walking slowly. Her legs were shaky and her body felt amazing. I need to pee, she thought. But there's only one bathroom. Well, this is awkward. ...Gotta start sometime.

"Steve, hop in and I will join you in a minute. I need to... pee," she laughed.

"Okay," he laughed back. Steve got into the shower and closed the curtain. "I won't even listen!" he joked.

When she was finished, she accidentally flushed the toilet. "OH! I'm sorry, Honey," she struggled not to laugh.

"Woooooo!" Steve's voice called out. "Okay, luckily it gets hotter, not colder."

Natasha joined him in the shower and he opened his arms for her to press herself into him. She buried her head into his chest and the water ran down over them both. When she kissed his chest, she tasted the warm water running down over his skin.

"That was amazing," he said as he tightened his arms around her and rested his head on hers.

"It sure was," she leaned her head back to look up at him.

Steve moved his hands up to her hair, making sure the water soaked it completely before picking up her shampoo and squeezing some into his palm. She watched him rub his palms together and start to lather her hair, before she closed her eyes. His touch was delicate and deliberate, he was massaging her scalp. She hung onto his waist for balance. After she had rinsed her hair, she pulled his head down under the water and shampooed him, taking her time. They washed each other slowly and enjoyed the moment until Steve yawned and Natasha followed after. "Come on, soldier, it's time to finish up. We have to get you to bed."

They dried off and climbed into bed together, laying on their sides... feeling their skin on the other's... Steve draped his hand over her waist and whispered, "Tomorrow, I'm spending the whole day with my best girl."

***

When Steve woke the next morning, he found the bed empty next to him. But a smile grew over his face as he thought about what had happened in the middle of the night. He stood up and stretched, walking to the window to take a peek outside. He heard the bathroom door creak open and he looked across the hall to see Natasha was there, curling iron in hair.

"Good morning," she greeted him. She had already done her makeup and her hair was nearly done. She was wearing a short bathrobe that drew Steve's attention directly to her legs.

Good morning, Mrs. Rogers, he thought but stopped himself before he said it out loud. He suddenly remembered the ring box in his jeans and looked across the room to see if his jeans were still in the same place.

Natasha tilted her head while she watched him. Why is he acting so weird? Is he always like this in the morning and I just haven't seen it yet?

"Good morning," he said, snapping to. He started grabbing his clothes off the floor and he walked into the hallway and opened his bedroom door, throwing the clothes to the bed quickly and putting on a new pair of boxers.

"You don't have to clean up... aren't you going to move into the big bedroom with me?" she asked.

"Of course," he said, walking up to her and kissing her forehead. Keep her distracted, Rogers.

"I have something for you," he said and walked to the stairs.

"Wait! Steve, hang on!" she called after him while trying to get the curling iron out of her hair.

"Oh my goodness, Nat!" he called from downstairs.

"Do you like it?" she asked while scrambling to get down the stairs quickly. Steve stood at the bottom of the stairs with his discarded suitcases, looking around in amazement.

"This looks great," he said. "As he looked closer at her handiwork, his eyebrows raised.

"I wanted to surprise you," she said, giving him a big smile.

Natasha had painted the front hallway in one of the blue color swatches that Steve had liked. She found an older console table and repainted it, added lamps and created a gallery wall behind it. That was the really special part.

Steve walked up to the frames and canvases and took them all in. He shook his head at her, "this is so great."

"Well, you said you didn't have anything from your childhood... from your family... and I wanted to get as close as I could to bringing that back for you." There were photos from the 1930's and 1940's of Brooklyn street scenes and a large painting of the Brooklyn Bridge.

He looked in the living room. "And you got the painting framed and hung?" He grabbed her for a hug. "Nat, this is so nice. Thank you so much."

"I tried to track down Bucky's family to see if I could get my hands on a picture of you two together but I wasn't able to find anyone," she said sadly.

"You were busy," he said.

"And if you don't like the wall color, I can repaint... I took a chance."

"No, don't touch it, I love it." He walked over to one of his bags and unzipped it, pulling out a little gift bag. "This is for you."

Natasha pulled out the red scarf. "Oh this is beautiful, I can't wait to wear it!"

"Why don't you wear it to breakfast then? Come on, let's go out."

"It's almost lunchtime," she said, fake punching his arm. "But let's go."

"We could catch a movie...?" he said as he picked up his bags and they walked upstairs to get dressed.