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TWENTY THREE- forgive me for my sins

CHAPTER 23-
FORGIVE ME FOR MY SINS

The two girls arrived home from the wedding late in the evening, both collapsing on the couch as soon as they walked in the door.

"I haven't worn heels for so long, my feet aren't used to it whatsoever." Lila groaned, chucking her shoes across the room.

"You haven't worn heels for so long, I haven't worn a bra for a long period of time for so long, we are not the same." Natasha replied, heading to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

"Who on earth is talking about bras?"

Bucky walked into the room and headed over to Lila, sitting next to her on the couch and wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

"Hey." She whispered, resting her head on his shoulder. He smiled.

"You won't understand, Barnes. Bras are the worst clothing to ever exist." Natasha groaned.

"Don't wear one then." He shrugged, but then regretting what he said.

Lila burst out laughing. "You didn't mean to make that sound flirtatious, did you?"

He shook his head, putting his head in his hands. Natasha smirked. "You seem to forget that we ended our relationship many, many years ago. Anyway, you would not be the person that I would take off my bra for."

"I would definitely take off my bra for you." Lila giggled, turning to Bucky.

"Bet." He said, raising an eyebrow at her, and Lila stood up very quickly. "Goodnight, Nat!" She grabbed Bucky by the wrist and pulled him to their bedroom. Natasha groaned, sinking into her seat.

"I am so fucking lonely." She mumbled into a pillow.

"You want company?"

Steve Rogers was leaning against the doorframe, wearing only the blue Captain America pyjama pants Lila bought him for Christmas last year. It was common knowledge that Steve was good looking, yet only wearing the pyjama pants and no shirt really showed off his abs and therefore further proved the fact that Steve Rogers was fucking gorgeous.

"Hey, Rogers. I was just about to head to bed."

He walked towards her, putting his hands on her shoulders, where her dress straps were. "Do you need any help with this?"

"Not here." She whispered.

He slowly backed away, walking towards his bedroom, leaving the door slightly open. Natasha tried to conceal her smile, and followed him.

"I can't reach the zipper." She squeaked, shutting the door behind her. He turned around, and started rubbing small circles on her shoulders.

"Can I help?" He whispered, gently pushing her hair to the side, over her shoulder. She nodded slowly, closing her eyes.

He unzipped her dress, slowly and carefully, making sure not to touch her skin without her permission. She turned around to face him, and placed his hand on her shoulder, signalling for him to pull the strap of the dress off of her shoulder.

He narrowed his eyes at her and she nodded, giving him permission. Without losing eye contact, he slowly pulled down both straps of the dress, and then let gravity drop the whole thing to the floor. Natasha looked up at him through her lashes, and placed her hands on his chest, feeling his rapidly beating heart under her hand. She stroked his chest with her thumb, then trailing her hand to his neck.