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Post by Natasha Romanoff on Aug 2, 2012 23:14:54 GMT -5
* * *It didn’t happen often, but the Black Widow was speechless.
She met his eyes, looking for all the world like a deer in the headlights. Moving to take a step back, her heel encountered the couch, and she pressed against its plush in an effort to put some space between them.
His hand found hers, and she neither pulled him closer nor pushed him away. In truth, she wanted to do both. He professional senses told her this was a very bad idea; getting involved with a coworker was rarely a good one. Her rational senses told her this was Steve, and he wasn’t going to stop being a good soldier because they’d gotten in a tiff over something. He was solid, and dependable, and on the brink of forgiving her.
Her life was marked by several occasions of important forgiveness. It only seemed right that this chapter was opened with another.
“Steve, I –“ She shook her head, curls brushing her cheeks. “You know I do.”
Her voice was low and hushed, a colour springing to her cheeks as she broke her gaze, admitting what she’d known was true for nearly a month now. She couldn’t say the words, not yet. Maybe in time. She was hopeful for many things in the company of Captain Steve Rogers. * * *
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Post by Steve Rogers on Aug 2, 2012 23:56:10 GMT -5
Sure, she wasn't saying the words specifically, she probably needed more time, encouragement, and probably a few drinks before they got there, but at least she was admitting that she felt that way. That was good enough for Steve, it's the feeling behind the words that he was after, not the words themselves. A week of not knowing, sitting and waiting and worrying, the hurt of missing out on the holidays with her, it all went away when she admitted her feelings to him.
So, with just enough force that he knew wouldn't hurt her, Steve pulled Natasha against him, he nearly lifted her up and tossed her over the couch. They'd get there, soon, he just needed a minute.
"I do now," he started. Steve hoped that he hadn't cornered her into where they were, well, he assumed he had, but hoped she didn't feel stuck because of it. No, he didn't think he'd be able to handle it if he was pushing Natasha onto an emotional level she didn't want to be on. He'd just as soon let her go before he did something that was hurting her. So, pushing those fears into the back of his mind, Steve smiled and let the rest of it go, tonight it could all wait.
That's when he moved to a language she spoke better than him, but he certainly tried to work with. Steve leaned down just a bit, no need to talk anymore. He pressed his lips onto Natasha's, a hand sliding around the curve of her waist.
"Just, forget everything else," Steve knew Natasha had a hard time letting things go, she bottled them up and didn't share, but he hoped he could get her to forget about them, at least for a night, "Let's just enjoy this, Tasha?" |
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Post by Natasha Romanoff on Aug 3, 2012 21:08:50 GMT -5
* * *The look on Steve’s face had changed. It was practically bursting with elation and tenderness, and it was just as foreign as the guilt Tasha had felt earlier. She was used to looks of pride, of awe, of resentment… but not of the emotions that crossed the Captain’s face.
People didn’t look at her like that. But Steve did.
It was the sort of look that made her want to change, to be one part less assassin and one part more whoever she was without that title. It was the sort of look that made her realise how unnecessary it had been to run off to India. It was the sort of look that made her absurdly pleased to be back.
Feeling for all the world that she was home, she met his lips, not breaking the kiss to nod her agreement. * * *
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