Romanogers One-Shots

So you were Jealous?

Requested by MariaPapadopoulou74 and KiraR_, Steve is jealous. 

Steve hadn't been able to think the first time it had happened. 

I mean, how could he think when Natasha Romanoff was slamming her lips onto his and shoving him against the wall with a passion he had never experienced. 

His brain had been completely clouded by the way she whispered his name like a prayer, and when she had dragged him down the hallway to his room, he simply didn't have the self control to stop her. 

Since that night, he wasn't exactly what was going on between the two of them. 

Natasha would appear at his doorway at the most random times with a small smile and he would let her in without a second thought.

Sometimes they had sex, other times they would just sit on his couch and watch movies in each others embrace. 

He knew how he felt. He was in love with her. That was undeniable. 

He just wasn't sure where he stood with her. 

Obviously, he wanted her to feel the same, but he was worried that she was only interested in a physical relationship. 

It was driving him insane, but he didn't have the courage to ask her. 

Every time she knocked on his door, he let her in, not being able to stop himself despite knowing that it wasn't helping his situation. 

The one time he had tried to stop her, it hadn't even worked in the slightest. 

She had come to his apartment at nearly three am, which meant one of two things; she had just had another terrible nightmare and wanted his company, or she wanted sex.

This time in particular, it was both. 

He had opened the door and found her standing on the other side of it with shaky hands and pale skin. A thin layer of sweat laced her forehead and he knew she had just had a nightmare. 

"Come here," He whispered, holding out his arms and closing the door behind her as he embraced her. 

For a moment he let himself imagine she loved him back. 

"I hate them so much Steve," Natasha whispered softly, her hands clutching onto his white t shirt. 

Steve sighed and held her tighter, stroking her back lightly, "I'm sorry. Do you want to talk about it?"

Natasha shook her head, "No."

Steve nodded, "Okay. Do you need anything?"

Natasha pulled away from him for a moment and stared into his eyes for a moment, her pupils dilating as she bit her lips, "Yes. You."

Before Steve could say anything, Natasha was pressing her lips against his and walking backwards towards his bedroom. Her lips eventually left his and she moved to his collarbone. 

Steve's mind was clouded with desire but he tried to find the words to stop this. 

"Nat-" He whispered, "What are you doing?"

Natasha pushed him back onto his bed and crawled over him, "I need to feel that you're still here Steve. Seeing isn't enough right now. Just please, take my mind off it Steve."

Steve looked into her eyes for a moment and couldn't deny her. She still looked so frightened. Whatever that dream had been must have really shaken her....and yet within the frightened look in her eyes there was still something that almost looked like love.