Jealous Steve

Dinner

"So, where will Captain America be taking me for dinner?" She asked as she came out of the girls locker room. She had told Steve before to wait for her outside and he was there. Natasha had on a pale sweater on, since that's all she had brought from home. 

Natasha couldn't help but flirt with Steve. She loved the way his face blushed with embarrassment when she did. Steve playfully nudged her with his hip, and she nudged him right back. "You still haven't told me where we're going." She said curiously with a smirk.

"How about dinner at my house?"

"That sounds delightful," she said with a touch of sarcasm.

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Steve pulled into his regular parking spot outside his apartment complex. Natasha had kept her arms wrapped around his stomach the whole ride. He killed the engine and straightened himself. She didn't move. She knew she should, but she couldn't make herself pull away for some reason. His large hands came to grasp hers, and his fingers wove through them. "You okay?"

She grabbed his face and pulled him closer, angling him around before kissing him soundly. Steve seemed a little surprised, but that didn't last him long as he hooked an arm around her waist and deepened the kiss. She swept her hands up his chest, balling them in his shirt with insistence that made him twist into her more and groan.

"Sorry," she purred against his mouth, though she want in the least bit and they both knew it. Natasha got off the back of the motorcycle, and looked at Steve in the eyes. His face was flushed with a light shade of pink, and she couldn't help but smirk. "So what's four dinner?"