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December 2015.

Ice-cream was eaten. The twilit skies of Paris, France were ignited by all the colors of the city. The city was renowned for its amorous environment. A very dangerous place to go for two people who were very much into each other and had no idea how they’d pursue their feelings. Of course, I’m talking about Natasha and Steve. The soviet ballerina, the master assassin, the Avenger, the spy. She had her eyes dilated and set on months’ end on a certain Super Soldier. She saw him through rose-tinted glasses. There was no dark side to Steve. Nothing naïve about the regard she held him on. Everyone had their special person and he was that for her. She adored him. If only she knew that he liked her too in that way. A man of innocence he was. His effervescent behavior was accentuated when in her presence, I’ll tell ya. He was at his happiest when with Natasha. Both really good friends. Really good. But obviously mutually desiring more...

So, you might be asking: why Paris?

Why?

Well, both Steve and Natasha had a very stressful year. Given Sokovia, Berlin, Moscow, California, Beijing, and the so many other places they had to travel to for hardcore missions, Steve felt he needed some time off. Just to explore a place without being on guard. Tony hooked Steve up and told him he’d pay for the trip. Tony, like the rest, knew that Steve was a very tense guy and needed to loosen up. Paris came to mind, and Steve was soon on his way. However, Steve had a deep desire to ask Natasha to come with him, because, big surprise, he liked her too. He thought if he could tell her how he felt in the romance capital of the world, there’d be a good chance she wouldn’t turn him down.

He got his wish. Natasha came with.

Steve had his cool points on check. He bravely asked her to come with, and she didn’t turn him down. Afterwards, Tony, Clint, Bruce and Thor made kissing noises to him each chance they got, but he let it slide. Too many missions provided hindrance for Steve to tell Natasha how he felt. But now, he had a chance. To be entwined with Natasha romantically was Steve’s largest yearning. Every little atom that made up Natasha was desired by him. That smile of hers, those beautiful green eyes, that raspy voice, her ever-evolving hairstyles that he could spend hours thinking of, the way she spoke his name, her hypnotizing scent, her amazing body, her beautiful heart, and just too much more. Perfection truly had a higher level, and that level was Natasha.

At the moment, they were making their way back to a hotel from a marché aux puces. A plethora of things local to France were collected. Berets, wooden vases, toy harps, scarves, and et cetera. Natasha wore a breathtaking black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her red, wavy hair was in an aesthetically pleasing state and her lips wore lipstick. It was slightly chilly, so she went across the outside world with a casual black leather jacket on to top it off. Her appearance dazzled Steve very much. She was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. Steve had a black suit on. Black tie. White shirt. He was seldom seen in formal attire around the compound. His manifestation also had Natasha’s heart in shambles as it continued to beat faster and faster for him.

“Man, that was a lot of fun. Antoine sure knows how to play that accordion,” Steve expressed. Hands in his pockets. A smile on his face.

“By far the best rendition of Tous Les Garçons Et Les Filles I’ve ever heard. Quite nostalgic hearing it again,” Natasha spoke with a beaming smile. It was a 1960s song from Françoise Hardy, by the way. When Steve heard her speak French, it did things to him. It just did.

A minute later inside their hotel room.

Before you get ideas, their hotel room had two beds. Not just one...

“Reminds me of the time I came back from Ireland. You had plans that day, but you pushed them aside just to see me arrive,” Steve mentioned with love. He walked behind her.

“I didn’t push my plans aside. Don’t be ridiculous,” Natasha laughed off.

“Oh, sorry.”

“No, I just fit you in my plans,” she said with a swivel of the head and a smiling wink. Steve watched her voluptuous form traipse to her bed. Steve removed his phone from his person to place it on the drawer next to his bed. Steve did some rhomboid pulls to stretch his back muscles. Before hitting the flea market, the two of them went to go see a movie - a romance movie - which left Natasha in a very pleasant mood. She was in France, unwinding, and with the guy she really liked.

“So, what do you wanna do tonight?” Natasha asked, jumping back to her bed. She rested her beautiful form on her arms and looked up at Steve.

“Not sure,” he responded lightheartedly. He was all smiles too. “I was thinking we could make some music with that tiny harp we bought.”

She giggled. “Steve, you’re so funny.”

“Glad you think so,” he scoffed. Her lips came together to form a bright smile. “Maybe we should play it fancy. Take you to an orchestra. Pull up on a Maybach Candy. Tell your boyfriend to take a hike as we try to run from the paparazzi together.”

Natasha’s eyebrows frowned confusedly as she smiled. “Come on, Steve. I don’t need fancy, and I don’t think Maybach is exactly your car style. And I don’t have a boyfriend.” The corner of Steve’s mouth smiled upwardly before his head moved down. She added, “Besides, I think it’d be malicious to spend all of Tony’s money. That’d be irresponsible. And forbidden.”

“I’m sure Tony’s got enough money.”

Natasha joked, “He does. I’ve seen him buy buildings for Thor as gag gifts.”

Steve laughed. She was so funny. Her witty sarcasm and her zesty wisecracks were amongst the so many great things about her that he adored. She was such an esoteric enigma, which he actually understood. It’s one of the things Natasha really liked about him. He understood her. He made her feel special, appreciated and very loved. The great part was that he did all those things involuntarily.

“So tell me... Christmas is coming soon. Us two playing Secret Santa alone seems kinda futile, so, anything you’d like me to get you?” Natasha asked kindly.

Carpe diem

Used to urge someone to make the most of the present time and give little thought to the future.

“How about a date?” Steve asked.

Natasha face changed.

“What?” She asked with an innocent chuckle.

“Nat... I’m a good guy. I need a good girl. I need someone to ground me. Someone who’d be true to me and someone I could share my heart with.” He looked at her again. “Nat, I like you. I do. Very much. I wanna be more than your friend.”

Natasha got up from her bed and walked closer to him. Was she dreaming or was he actually saying he felt the same way she did? Only one way to find out. Natasha placed her hands on his cheeks, squashing them.

Steve frowned a bit. “Okay, this is weird,” he uttered in an unconventional way because his lips were juxtaposed horizontally by the way she pressed his cheeks.

She let go. “Weird...” she paused, “...you like me too?”

“Too? You like me?”

“I was wondering why you were acting all sweet with me lately. Even sweeter than usual, really. Steve, you really want lil’ ol’ me?” She asked with a large grin.

He looked down at her. “I do. I like you a lot.”

Her free hand tugged her hair behind her neck with a shy smile. “Let me know when you’re free. I’d love to go out with you, Steve. And, not gonna lie, I’ve been trying to hit it all week...” she moved closer to him and flirtatiously finished, “...babe.”

“Really?” Steve was beyond surprised. “You... you wanted...” he motioned his index fingers to and fro from each other to suggest sex. She nodded with a naughty smile. Steve smiled down nervously. “Uh!” He let a sharp breath escape into his hands. “You do things to me, Nat. I can’t explain it.”

“I don’t think I’ve been doing what I need to do to you, Steve,” she moved even closer to him. Her words made him wince a bit. His mouth tasted nervousness with sprinkles of uncomfortableness. Don’t worry, it’s just that he had never imagined Natasha say those things to him before. Her hands slid on his chest, then shoulders, back and then neck. “You’re the type of guy that can make anything great. You could turn a pool to an entire beach, for all we know.”

Steve smirked.

“We both got the same taste. Even for finer things. I wanna turn you from regular Steve to... my Steve. Same team. Same everything. Just the one thing changed. You and me become us. I wanna spoil you with my love. Want us to take care of each other. I could be the Alison Krauss to your Union Station.”

“Or I could be the Neil Young to your Crazy Horse,” Steve recommended with a grin.

“Either way. I like you. And I’d like you a lot more if you could be mine,” Natasha expressed as she bit her lower lip. They both experienced congruent libido.

“I just want you,” Steve said softly.

She slid her hands up to cup his face. His hands held her waist. Natasha kissed Steve instantly. What started off as a sentimental and ecstatic kiss ended up being a wanton and frenzied battle between each other’s tongues. The heat was on. Steve slid off her jacket. It collapsed to the floor as his hands squeezed her tush. They motioned to Steve’s bed. As he said, he just wanted her.

“I wanna be your girlfriend,” Natasha mumbled with her tongue in his mouth. Her maw gobbled him up like a pristine succotash dish. She was at the periphery of her unchaste needs.

“I’d really like that,” he said pleasurably before lowering her onto his bed. Steve laid above her. She removed his suit jacket, which led him to following up by hastily unknotting his tie and freeing his body from his shirt. The intensity boiled hard for both of them. Both envisaging a potentially unforgettable night. Her underwear was paying the price for her excitement, as were his. They were ready to consummate their feelings for each other. Steve was to become her inamorato, and her his inamorata. Steve viewed her twisted joyful expressions beneath him in bed all night as his lady-love stole both his virginity and his heart. Natasha gave into hedonism and did something for herself on this night - getting Steve to love her the way she always desired him to.

Romanogers should’ve been romantic, ey...