Romanogers Oneshots

I've Got Sunshine on a Cloudy Day

Summary: Of sketches and cuddles.

A/N: Really short idea that I had.

Natasha arouses on an empty space next to her at that huge bed, she smooths her hand on the comforter eyes still close it's not that cold that means Steve stands up not long before

Natasha sits up groggily the sheets bunches at her naked hips while doing so, whatever he is doing better be that important for him not to be by her side at this time when the dawn wasn't even cracking.

Natasha rolled her eyes when she sees what she is looking for in the corner, sketching in front of that glass window, just wearing his shirt and his boxers, a mug placed in his side while his eyes were focused on the view before him drawing it.

Natasha pads quietly towards him while hugging the sheets tightly to her body, he already knows she is awake and probably just choosing to ignore her glaring,

"Scoot over." She instructed him, he was sitting on a chaise lounge his legs outstretched, Steve fold his legs guiding and cradling her when she fits herself to him even though there's so much space in that chair, there's so much more space in the bed though and she doesn't know why they are fitting themselves in there

"What are you doing up?" Steve asked her, Natasha rolled her eyes but pressed a kiss to his jaw none the less, tucking her face under his chin

"What are you doing up" she asked peeking one eye at his sketch, she wasn't wrong.

"Wake up a little early," he said with a hum still adding shadows to his sketches

"Why the hell you have to go out of the bed then" She whispered in the verge of falling asleep,

morning lights start to cast before them, maybe it will rain later that day grey clouds appeared in the sky, cool wind breeze blows Natasha pushed the sheet up until it was hovering just under her chin Natasha realizes that its actually that chilly if she isn't just snuggled with her fiancé Natasha pressed herself to Steve even closer, basking to the warmth of his chest

"Stop cursing it's too early in the morning," he said with a chuckle putting down his sketchpad, Steve looks where her eyes had landed and whisper in her hair "isn't it nice watching the sunrise?"

Natasha huff point out the clouds that were threatening to fall as rain, "you're blind at your old age Rogers, there isn't even a sunshine"

Steve frames her face in his hand, his beaming smile could replace the missing sun that is covered with clouds, pressing a kiss to her temples once more, he softly tells her "There is."