Date: April 7, 2022
Words: 1707

~ Author's Note ~
Take the comfort and fluff while you have it. It will not be here long, cough *the next chapter* cough.
I hope you guys enjoy!
I tried to write smut...
I don't own the title or the lyrics. They belong to the song Hostage By Billie Eilish

WARNINGS: Comfort Smut

Gold on your fingertips
Fingertips against my cheek

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One Month Later, Avengers Compound

The warm yellow rays poured through the window, shining brightly across her face. She was lying on her stomach, one arm wrapped around the muscular frame where she was resting her head.

Natasha squeezes her eyes shut, turning slightly, as she presses her face into the curve of his neck.

Every time she attempted to move, there was a stabbing ache spread throughout her body. She felt the man beside her shift gently before she felt his fingers massage her scalp. The red-head lets out a shaky breath as she feels his other hand pull her closer. She knows that she is safe in his arms, but still has to force herself to relax as her mind clears from its foggy state before she can take in her surroundings.

The redhead could hear the TV playing quietly in the background. The female news anchor was ranting about the damage done in Lagos, and the insults about them were coming left and right.

God, she hoped Wanda was not listening.

Natasha forces herself to roll onto her back, slowly opening her eyes. She immediately catches sight of his stunning blue irises glazing down on her. Steve smiles gently, his hand moving up towards her cheek pushing the red locks out of her eyes, as he slides onto his side to lay.

"Hey, look who is finally awake." She smiles slightly, resting herself against his hand, while she closes her eyes in an attempt to soothe the throbbing taking place in her head. "Another headache?"

"Yeah, it's been a stressful month."

Natasha has been attempting to do damage control, with the help of Tony, over the ongoing battle with the UN. She knew something was coming, and she could feel the fire burning before it even got started.

Steve nods, as he sits up against the dark headboard, he pulls her body closer to his through the silk purple sheets, letting her back rest up against his frame, as he weaved his fingers through her hair.

They have had this conversation before.

These past few weeks have been terrible, and it wasn't just from the news. She has been having headaches that would last all day, and she was tired more often than not. Plus, the constant late nights dealing with the press or the UN doesn't help.

Natasha sighs gently, while his free arm wraps around her abdomen securely. She wants it to be the two of them safely wrapped in one another's arms, the sheets being their only source of cover, while the warmth of their bodies are pressed together.

"You know we're going to have to get up soon," she comments, "Or else someone will come looking for one of us. We don't want that." Steve chuckles, pulling his hand away from her hair, resting it against her own.

He could imagine all the looks that would appear on their teammate's faces. They would have questions, and the two individuals were not ready to place a label on what they shared. It would be a disaster.

"I know." He places his cheek on the top of her head, holding her closer to his chest. "I like it here when it's just us. I don't want to be anywhere else."

Natasha nods, removing herself from his arms. She immediately misses the warmth he offered, but she continues moving away until she's completely facing him. She wraps the sheet securely across her bare chest, pushing herself up to straddle his lap.

Steve moves his hands forward, grasping her hips, as he pulls her closer. She leans down, pressing their lips together gently, before he responds with the same soft touch. They pull away tenderly, his right hand moving up to grasp the side of her head, being careful not to pull on her hair.

Natasha bites her lips, smiling slyly before she pushes herself forward. She grasps the back of his neck, her lips crashing onto his. Their kiss is rough as she slides her tongue into his mouth, before shifting as he groans against her.

Steve smirks over her lips.

"Let me take care of you."

He tightens his arm around her waist before he rolls off his back, taking her with him. She brings her arms up around his neck, her back pressed against the silk sheets. Steve's blue iris flashes over her body. She smirks watching him bite his lip before he leans in closer.

He whispers, "You're so beautiful."

Steve dips his head, kissing her hard, as his hand travels down the base of her neck. He cups her breast, squeezing gently, as she moans into his mouth. The blonde pulls away from her lips, planting kisses down her neck. He pauses above her breast, taking one in his mouth, his lips pressing against her nipple.

Natasha digs her nails into his shoulder, arching her back as he sucks her nipple between his teeth, while his hands slide farther south. He circles his thumbs on her hip bone, he pulls his mouth away from her breast, catching sight of her eyes. She smirks, as she leans up close to his lips.

Her breath is hot against his.

Natasha breathes, "Don't stop."

Steve closes off the space between them, pressing their lips together. He keeps one hand tracing circles against her hip, while the other slips down between her legs. He rubs two fingers over her clit, his movement steady, light, and teasing. The blonde waits until her body jerks and small whimpers escape past her mouth, sending pleasure directly down to his groin before he rubs her harder, faster.

His fingers are slick with her arousal.

Natasha squirms underneath him, trying to place him exactly where she needed him. Her nails are digging into his shoulders, as her moans become louder. Steve smirks, slipping a finger inside her center. He begins slowly at first, picking up speed as he moves.

Steve gazes into her emerald irises, as he removes his fingers from inside her. The redhead whimpers at the loss of contact, a frown crossing over her features. He moves forward, gently trailing his lips up the curve of her neck.

"It's okay," he whispers, "I've got you, baby."

Steve positions himself, the tip of his cock rubbing up against the front of her entrance. He grips her free hand, threading their fingers together. She rolls her hips, pressing herself closer, while he slides himself inside her.

He takes his time, gently thrusting into her with long strokes. Natasha presses their interlocked hands into the sheets, as he repeats the process. He holds her close, her moans filling his ear as she lets herself lose control. Her muscles begin to clench around him, her body shaking softly, while he comes inside her.

Pleasure spread throughout them.

Once he finishes, Steve pulls himself out of her, falling next to her on the bed. He watches as she gasps for air, before allowing herself to rest against the sheets. He slides one hand over her waist, her legs widening automatically, he pushes two fingers inside her.

She trembles, the aftershocks spreading throughout her body. She glances over, watching him under a lustful glaze. Her green irises meet his stunning blues, she smirks, pushing herself forward as hands grasp his neckline.

She pushes their lips together, his free hand grasping her hair. He goes to rub another finger over her entrance, but a robotic voice, one that doesn't sound sorry at all for interrupting, enters the room.

"Excuse me, but Boss needs Agent Romanoff to know she needs to meet him in the Conference room in ten minutes."

Natasha groans falling back against the sheets, while Steve slides his fingers out of her. He rests his forehead against her shoulder, breathing deeply at the thought of her having to leave this room. She lays her head on top of his, licking her lips, she comments. "I told you someone was going to interrupt us."

"I know," Steve chuckles, wrapping his arm around her stomach, "I don't want you to go."

Natasha smiles, rolling her eyes. "I know, but I have to go," she pushes herself up, taking the sheets with her for cover, "Otherwise, we will have Tony storming in here, which means he will know, and then everyone else will know."

Steve grabs the sheet, smirking as she sends a glare daring him to go any farther. "Come here." She moves forward, her emerald irises glazing into his. He brings his hand to her cheek, smiling as a gentle frown settles upon her features.

"What?" She questions softly.

He leans forwards, brushing his lips against hers.

Steve whispers, "I love you."

Natasha gasps, not able to meet his gaze, as she pulls out of his arms. She swallows, her heart stuttering, as she attempts to form words. She tries to say something. Anything. She tries to say it back, but the words don't form.

It doesn't matter how much she wants to. The trauma that surrounds those words is too deep, it eats her up inside, and she tries to find a solution.

She doesn't have one.

She can't say it back.

Natasha feels his hand grasp gently at the tip of her chin, making her look at him. He smiles, noticing the relief that floods throughout her body as their eyes meet. "I know."

Steve knew she wouldn't say it back.

He didn't need her to. Not until she was ready.

She nods, pressing forward, as their lips collide. The heat spreads through them, as they both linger a little longer than they normally would when one of them was leaving. They wanted one more moment, that was just them.

Before she slips away.

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You're all I wanted
Just let me hold you like a hostage

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