I'll Always Love You - A Romanogers Fanfic

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NATASHA'S POV

It's been a week in this new motel. I can't say that I've gotten less jealous or anything, but I have imagined several ways to kill Sharon, and maybe I have cried over Steve. Twice.

The four of us are on our way to eat breakfast in the dingy cafeteria, and of course Sharon is holding Steve's hand so tightly that I doubt any blood is in her fingers.
I glance disgusted at them as I sit down.

In the middle of the meal, Sharon insists on feeding Steve the nasty powdered eggs. I hate her. Why is she like this?
"Oh come on" I mumble to myself.
I push my plate away, suddenly losing every kind of appetite.
"I'm gonna go back to my room" I announce and get up.
Sharon smiles in victory but her smile fades when Steve gets up too.
"Can I walk you back? I need to talk to you" he says.
"What? No you don't" Sharon says fast and tries to pull him back in his chair.
"Come on Sharon. You don't think you and I can have a fun time alone?" Sam asks with a playful smirk.
"Stay out of this, bird" she says and he looks insulted and starts explaining how he isn't a bird, giving Steve an opening to leave the table, but I don't want to talk to him.
Because then I'm gonna want to kiss him, and then I'm gonna want to rip his clothes off, and then I'm gonna want him to fuck me so hard that I can't walk for a month.

I take fast steps out of the cafeteria, but he catches up to me.
"Natasha!" He says and pulls my arm, pulling me out of sight from the cafeteria.

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STEVE'S POV

Do I really believe that I can stay around Natasha without kissing her again? No.
But I need to find a way to.

"What do you want Steve?" She asks annoyed.
"You...erh I...erh we..." I mumble.
"Get to it, I haven't got all day" she says.
"I...." I say and keep staring at her, deep into her green eyes.
"Fuck you Rogers, fuck you so much" she says and kisses me.
I shouldn't, I really shouldn't but oh my lord. Am I supposed to be able to resist her?

I pull her closer to me and hold her back while I get more and more desperate for every second our lips are touching.
"You are mine" I grunt into her mouth and slide my hands under her loose shirt.
"Fuck you" is all she says but she keeps kissing me more passionately.
She moans when my hand work it's way under her bra.
"I hate you so fucking much" she moans and it somehow makes me want her even more.
"It's okay, I hate me too" I pant and kiss her neck.
"You should. You're cheating..." she starts but moans before she finishes her sentence. "...on your girlfriend"
"I know" I pant.
"Stop talking now" she whispers.

My lips find their way back to hers, and I can't believe how long I've lasted without kissing them.
Oh my god I love her, but she's arrived at the worst possible moment.

Her hands are in my hair and her lips pecking up and down my jaw.
"I...love you" I mumble, completely gone from reality, the only thing existing is her, and her fabulous lips.
She doesn't stop kissing me despite my words.
"Don't say that when you're not with me" she mumbles, and press her lips against mine again, I think to shut me up.

I put my hands in her soft blonde hair. It's shorter than before, but she still looks absolutely gorgeous.
I moan slightly when she slips her hands under my t-shirt leaving them just above my belt.
I wouldn't mind if she opened it at all. I crave her. I want her more than anything in the world.
I didn't even know wanting someone this much was possible.

I close my fingers around some of her hair and kiss her harder.
She puts her hands on my chest and pushes herself away.
"No, Steve. You have a girlfriend. A girlfriend less than 200 feet away. This is too stupid, this is bad, and..."
"But I..." I start.
"No. I refuse to be 'the other woman'. It's not fair to Sharon" she says and points towards the cafeteria before she turns around and walk away.
"But...Natasha?" I say, and she turns back around.
"We shouldn't even have kissed back in the old motel. I let lust get in the way of sense" she says and starts walking again.
"The one thing you were trained to never let happen, happened. Fuck" she mumbles to herself as she heads back to her room.

I slide my hands through my hair and sigh in frustration.
I should have been able to resist her. I should have been faithful to Sharon, but I can't. Not when Natasha is around.
"You're a bad person Steve Rogers. A bad person" I say to myself as I walk back to my room, and I try to cover the bulge in my pants when I see Sharon in the room, and I just hurry to the bathroom.

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NATASHA'S POV

Again? I kissed him one more fucking time! Unbelievable. Unbelievably weak Natalia.

I groan frustrated into my pillow and try to not think about Steve. Trying not to think about all the times he told me he loved me.
I bet it wasn't real. If it was he would've broken up with Sharon after the last time we kissed.

I guess I'm just a fool for even believing for one second that I'm worthy of his love.
A disgusting Russian killer like me can't possibly be worthy of the love from America's Golden Boy.
I should've thought about that before I let myself fall for him this hard.