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2009.
Natasha was just lying in bed. Thinking about her future. Black was her t-shirt and bob-cut blonde was her hair. Thoughts were swirling her head in the presence of all the silence surrounding her. Things didn’t go as planned, sure. Natasha was one of those “late bloomers” we often hear about. Here she was, thirty, and only now did she figure out what she wanted to do with her life.
She wanted to join the Navy. She felt like it was her calling.
Her bedroom door opened. Steve walked in. Natasha was lying underneath some walnut brown bedsheets with her hands clasped together on her stomach. The moment she saw little Steve walk in, her face brightened up by a significant margin. “Hello,” Steve’s greeting was warm and precious. Natasha was always happy to see him.
“Hey Steve. You ready for field hockey today?”
Steve was in a green hoodie and blue shorts, hopping onto the foot of her bed and facing her. Natasha shifted up to sit back against her bed’s headboard. She smiled at him. Steve, in full honesty, shook his head. “Not really. Got a few things on my mind, truth be told.”
“Like what? You’re only nine-years-old, Steve,” Natasha replied with a charming chuckle. “Besides, I doubt your offense in the ring is as bad as you think it is.” She slid her head a bit down against the headboard as she said this.
“Yeah… I don’t care about that.”
Natasha smiled and shook her head, running her fingers through her hair. “Come here…” Natasha held both her arms out to him. Steve obliged and made his way to her arms. He lied on his back on her left and in her arms. Natasha kept his head rested on her bosom and kissed the top of his brunette head. Steve looked a bit downbeat and Natasha’s continuously chirpy attempts to brighten his mood persisted. Natasha stroked his hair and leaned the right side of her head onto his head that she stroked the hair of. She smiled heartily as he looked on in continuous disappointment.
“How long will you be gone, Nat?” Steve asked.
She answered after a few seconds of silence. “Permanently, most probably.”
“I just wished you’d stay.”
“Yeah… me too. But I finally got accepted to join the Navy. It’s a big deal for me. One day… you’ll also know what it’s like to finally reach your dreams.”
“But what if my dream is for you to stay?”
Natasha closed her eyes and smiled brightly. “Aw, Steve… you are really special, you know that? Of all the kids I’ve babysat in my time, you are definitely my favorite.”
“Really?”
“Absolutely. I’ve had my fondest memories with you. You’re a great kid, Steve.”
Steve looked ahead as she continued to embrace him and stroke his hair. “I love you, Nat.”
“Oh,” Natasha kissed the top of his head again. “I love you too, Steve.”
He thought again. “Am I too young to be married?”
“I’m sorry?” Natasha didn’t mishear him. She just didn’t believe the words that he just uttered. Steve looked up at her.
“Am I too young to be a girl’s husband?”
“Steve? Where is this coming from?”
“I just figured if maybe I became your husband… maybe you could stay or I could come with.”
Natasha laughed. “You know what normal kids ask? They ask if they can be adopted.”
“No, no… I like my parents. I don’t need new ones. But… I love you. And I know I might be too young to understand all that, but it’s true.”
“Steve…” Natasha smiled at him. “I’m thirty-years-old. You’re nine. I’m three times your age right now. I think it’s okay if I find a husband who’s older than me, don’t you think?”
Steve, disappointed by his unrealistic yet childlike expectations, nodded. “I guess.” Natasha smiled at him. “But if I become a man someday and if you don’t have a husband… could I then be your husband?”
Natasha laughed and embraced him again, kissing the top of his head. “Steve, when you grow up, I am sure girls are gonna be lining up to be with you. And you can always remember me as your beautiful, attractive…” Natasha realized she was flattering herself and continued it with a smug smile in adding, “…young babysitter. Besides… I’d really have to be in a bind if I’m not married by the time you’re a grown man.”
“Mmm. Okay,” Steve accepted it positively. He was a kid after all. Cynicism and bleakness weren’t in his world right now. He told a girl he liked that he loved her, she didn’t feel the same way, things were still great. At least he told her. “Thanks for not judging me, Nat.”
Natasha smiled again and hugged him even tighter. “You are the sweetest, Steve.”
“Well, I think we better get going. Hockey starts soon.” Steve’s small body began to crawl off the bed.
“Steve, wait…” Natasha asked him to stop and he did, sitting with crossed legs and facing her optimistically. She asked with a softened face. “Do you really love me?”
He chuckled in a giddy and innocent manner. “Of course I do. You’re my favorite person in the world. My closest friend.” Natasha eyed him in an endearing manner. “And you have great teeth.” Natasha chuckled again. Steve smiled at her and got off the bed. On his way out, he turned to her again and said positively, “Don’t forget to see yourself the way I do, Nat.” This very comment just lit her entire world up. Natasha, due to the difficult, pressurizing and unfair life she was leading already, felt her eyes well up a bit at seeing his unbridled innocence beaming confidently her way. It was a bittersweet thing. Not to mention how basic and simple love and life seemed to be for him because he was a child. As Steve closed the door behind him, Natasha closed her eyes and kept smiling.
Kids.
Today – 2025.
Little did Natasha know that Steve meant every single damn word about what he said to her on that fateful day. From professing his love for her to hoping she’d continue to see herself the way he did. Steve was now a twenty-five-year-old man with a Master’s Degree. He had a job, a nice apartment, and was doing well for himself all things considered. Then, he asked one of his buddies that he was working with at the lab of the university that employed him to look up Natasha. His friend was connected to someone working for the police. Shady stuff, yes, but Steve wanted to know how Natasha was doing.
Translated: Steve wanted to know if Natasha was single.
So here he was. He used to be a scrawny little nine-year-old weak in the presence of Natasha’s beauty back then. It’s been sixteen years since then and he’s still not forgotten her one bit. The day he walked in on her exercising in her gym sweats doing pushups and lifting dumbbells on the floor she held down in plank position after each pushup. It was the first time Steve ever really took notice of a girl’s derriere. Not even understanding the sexual connotations to it, but blindly liking whatever idea there must’ve been to it. All those tight hugs and kisses to the top of his head, all those times they danced to ABBA’s music in the kitchen when she fixed him dinner, all those times she tucked him in bed and read him his favorite children’s books. Those hockey practices and games, those times they played Scrabble together, those times when Natasha would sit on a chair at the window pane and look a bit sad and lonely and he’d just run up to her to cheer her up…
Steve felt a piece of his heart break a bit at the angst surrounding those memories now. He’s been with his share of women already at twenty-five. Being this good-looking and such meant that the girls were gonna swarm over him like bees. However, none of them came close to making him feel the things Natasha made him feel when already he was so little and too young to comprehend love and the complications of life.
Well, that aside, he was here now. In his black Volkswagen ready to make his move. He was so nervous. No girl made him this nervous. Not even when he lost his virginity at age seventeen. He examined himself in the rear view mirror one final time and bit the bullet. He took a sharp long breath and then got out of the car at last. This was a beautiful neighborhood she lived in here in New York. Well, when she was home.
He rang her doorbell, fidgeting a bit.
“It’s open.”
Steve immediately smiled. That was her voice. He hadn’t heard that sweet raspy voice of hers in far too long. It was music to his ears. Like hearing the works of Giacomo Puccini. Steve entered her house. Whoa… this house was huge. He’s never been in a house this big before. Well, her record did show that she was single, so… nobody else was living here. But it made sense for her to have such a big place all to herself. She wasn’t always home.
“Gladys, you can put the lobster on the table. I’ll come get it now.” She was expecting a woman named Gladys. Interesting. Steve continued to travel with cautious footsteps. “Is Jamal coming over tonight?” Her voice was coming from the kitchen on his right. It was in a room of its own past a door. He could see the staircase leading to the upper deck of the house. Natasha emerged from the kitchen’s door to the lobby area of her house. “Gladys, is…” she stopped in her tracks. “Oh, hello. Can I help you with anything?” Natasha asked calmly. She was a Navy woman now, so… six-foot-two strangers weren’t a threat to her whatsoever.
Okay, it had to be a crime to be as gorgeous as she was. Steve even said it upon his continuous blushing at being in her presence again. His blushing caught her a bit off guard. “Sixteen years… and you’re still so beautiful…”
“Do I know you?” Natasha asked slowly with a confused face.
Steve took a step forward, sporting a dashing black suit and tie with a bouquet of red roses in his right hand. “I’m Steve. Steve Rogers. Little Steve…”
Natasha could totally not believe it. Her mouth fell open with absolute shock. “Steve? Oh my… oh my God! Uh… look at you!” Natasha hugged him immediately. Steve felt a sweet sensation when she used to hug him all those years ago. Now, it was a very different sensation. “Sweet Christmas, you’re all grown up now!” Natasha chuckled in absolute disbelief, cupping his face with her hands and examining his facial structure, his body and his towering length. Indeed, he towered over her. “Little Steve… all grown up! How have you been?”
Steve smiled, blushing a lot, actually. “I’ve been great, Natasha, thank you. How have you been?”
“Oh…” Natasha was too in shock to respond.
“Oh, these are for you,” Steve realized about his bouquet and handed the flowers to her.
“Aw…” Natasha accepted the bouquet and smiled at him, “…I see you’re still the sweetest, huh? Please, uh…” Natasha was fidgeting and caught off guard here (which she didn’t like to be given her line of work and disciplined lifestyle, but this was an acceptable exception). “I… I don’t know what to do…” Natasha chuckled and put up a silly smile. Steve’s eyes were glittering in her direction, failing horribly to take his eyes off her. “Why don’t you sit down and…” Natasha realized, smacking her left hip with her left hand. “Why don’t I just…” Natasha turned to enter the kitchen. The door separated him and her. Steve waited behind the door awkwardly. She reemerged again with her phone in her hand, “Why don’t I just cancel my company and reschedule for tomorrow?”
“Oh, no, no, no, I don’t mean to distort any of your plans, Natasha. I just thought I’d come see you if you weren’t busy. I can come back another time.”
“Please, don’t be silly. You’re all dressed up and I’m my second favorite red dress, carpe diem. Just let me call Gladys. Just a sec.”
Steve stood still and looked around the house as Natasha made the call. Some fancy artworks hung on her walls. Some photographs too. One of which that he identified as her graduating to what seemed to be Captain of the U.S. Navy. Steve already smiled with pride. He did significant research on the Navy because she wanted to join it all those years back. It’s why she stopped being his babysitter in the first place, but as you know, he never forgot her. He knew what the stripes on her jacket in the photograph meant.
“Alright, thanks. Love you. Bye,” Natasha hung up the phone. “Alright. Dinner for two it is. We have so much to catch up on. Please, make yourself comfortable. Food will be ready shortly. Are you… allergic to anything?”
Steve shook his head with a contemplative furrow in his eyebrows. “No, but I do take issue with expired food.”
Natasha gave him a look. “Don’t we all?”
“Not really. Remember Little Kevin? My friend from the first grade?”
“Oh!” Natasha remembered and suddenly understood the joke he was making. She nudged him away a bit by his right shoulder before re-entering the kitchen. Steve couldn’t stop smiling. All those feelings he’s continually harbored for her throughout the years were strengthening immeasurably with each second he spent in her company. Steve felt his heart fill with warmth and made his way to the dining table in the living area.
The dinner.
“So… what have you been doing lately?” Natasha asked curiously as she ate her dinner.
“Currently working at NYU as a lab engineer. I’m in biochemical engineering.”
“Really? You became a scientist?”
“Yeah… things do change. My hockey dreams were shot to hell because I realized life wasn’t like The Mighty Ducks.”
“Yeah, that is a bummer,” Natasha joked in return. “Are you at least enjoying your work?”
“I am. How about you? How’s being the Captain of the U.S. Navy going?”
Natasha chuckled. “You making assumptions?”
“I saw a portrait on your wall of you graduating as Captain. I know how the ranking flags look.”
“You do?”
“I had to keep up with how things roll in the Navy. You were there, so…”
Natasha smiled from ear to ear, believing not how he could be this sweet. “Hate to correct you, but I made lower lever Rear Admiral now.”
“You did? Holy moly, congratulations! That’s absolutely amazing!”
“Thank you,” Natasha had a glimmering smile on her face. “At the moment, it’s an acting position, so, it’s not on record yet… but I still get paid.”
“Rear Admiral Natasha Romanoff. Has an incredible ring to it,” Steve contemplated. “Guess it explains the house.”
“It does. I just moved in here about a year ago. Trying my best to make a home of such a big space. Need it for R&R when I’m home from assignments.”
“Understood. And, it’s also a good space to conduct business from home if needs be. I can understand the pandemic beckoned for such.”
“It did, but I lived elsewhere during that time.” Steve nodded to display understanding.
“I must confess, I uh… I did look you up beforehand. Just wanted to have the upper hand and come prepared. And know where you live, of course.”
“That explains how you just came into my house all willy-nilly. Forgive me, I would’ve probed you for an answer on that, but I must’ve been too dazed by seeing you again.”
“It’s absolutely crazy to say something like that. Like anyone would hold a grudge against you for not probing them about how they just knew where you lived.”
Natasha undid her tied-up hair to allow her blonde hair to frame her perfect face even more beautifully now. “You haven’t been in the Navy like I have. Around those corners of the Earth, apologies regarding such matters are critical to superiors.”
Steve chuckled. “I always wondered why you wanted to join the Navy.”
She thought. “I just wanted some structure in my life. You’re twenty-five now, right?” He nodded. “I was thirty… and I had no degree, no prospects… no time. Mostly, no idea what I wanted out of life. Out of my life. Plus, I had bills to pay, a biological clock that… well, ticked anyway. I just needed to do something for me. I needed the Navy… almost as much as the Navy needed me.”
Steve laughed. “Yeah, I find that very easy to believe. You’re an asset to whoever you come across, I’m sure.”
She smiled at him again, but in a bit of a curious way now. It was no mystery that she was curious about this fine handsome young man she was having dinner with. The curiosity transformed into questions. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” Steve said, eating a fork-load of salad.
“Why did you find me?”
“I see… the probing begins now,” Steve joked.
Natasha chuckled momentarily, then altered again to her sentiments beforehand. “Come on, I’m being serious.”
He wiped his mouth with his napkin. “To pick up from where we left off…” Natasha’s head tilted, awaiting his elaboration. “When you drove away on that fateful day in 2009… I made a promise to myself to find you again someday. Remember that I told you on that day that I loved you?”
She chuckled for a bit, still being all smiles. “I remember.”
“Well… I made a pact with myself that if I still felt that way about you when I grew up, I’d have to find you.”
“Steve,” Natasha called out with slight humor, “I thought that was just an innocent thing you developed for me back then.”
“Oh…” Steve chuckled and groaned as if to disprove her, but didn’t, “…it sure was, but…” Natasha, not expecting him to confirm her suspicions, frowned confusedly for a bit, “…just because it was innocent, doesn’t mean it wasn’t real.”
“My parents… they were not really the type to be around. They worked a lot to give me the life I needed. I respect them and appreciate them for that. I know they love me and the feeling is mutual. The love I developed for you when I was a kid… it was…” Steve’s eyes widened as his eyebrows formed waves, “…it was the first time I ever had a crush on anyone.”
“Oh my…” Natasha playfully smiled. Crimson would be the color of Steve’s cheeks in her company on a permanent basis tonight.
“I worshipped you as a kid. You were like…” he reminisced, “…the ultimate woman for me. It’s a lot for anybody to live up to, and thankfully, I’ve been given room to mature. Problem is, I still haven’t gotten you out of my head since.”
“So… you’re trying to ‘court’ me now that you’re an adult,” Natasha collected correctly with air quotes being formed by fingers on both her hands. He nodded once. “You’re too sweet, Steve.”
“Nat… I’m not nine-years-old anymore.”
“True, but I am still twenty-one years older than you,” Natasha reminded him. “I might just be too much woman for you to handle.”
“Believe me, I am so up for the challenge.”
Natasha laughed again, shaking her head before drinking her wine. Her eyes fixed onto his and her lips continued to remain in slowed motion of pouting and parting in thought. She didn’t, or maybe did, know that this very act drove Steve mad with desire for her. If she didn’t, she indeed was pondering something along the lines of what they were discussing. If she did, then she already was putting subtle moves on him. All he had to do was collect the signs.
“You not seeing anybody?” Natasha asked.
Maybe she was being deliberate with her lips. Steve answered. “I uh… I was married, actually.”
“Really? How so? You’re only twenty-five.”
“Young people can be married too, you know,” Steve jibed faintly. “It was brief. Some infidelity got in the way.”
“Oh no… I’m so sorry.” Steve nodded to accept her sentiments. She then asked just to clarify, “She cheated, right?”
“Yeah,” Steve answered like it was obvious. “I’m a painfully loyal type. Heck, I’ve sustained feelings for you for sixteen years.” Natasha raised her left eyebrow at him. “From what I gathered, you were married twice?”
Both of Natasha’s eyebrows now shot upward and then down again. “Yeah.”
“What happened?” Silence followed with Natasha’s eyes on him. “If you don’t mind my asking…”
“First, tell me… how long were you married? And when?”
“Two years ago. And only five months.”
Natasha nodded to process that. “My first marriage was to Peter Green. Married him in 2014, actually. He wanted a stay-at-home wife, and… I was not doing that.” Natasha recalled on that situation with a small grin. “I was told I’m not the type to compromise.”
“I think entertaining him with your time alone was you compromising,” Steve joked. Natasha laughed instantly.
“Can you take a break from worshipping me for five minutes?”
“I think Peter Green did, and look how that ended,” Steve associated oddly. Natasha frowned confusedly at him and laughed regardless.
“Anyway… we were married for four years, but that went to shit. I met Ryan Bradley just three years after.”
“Was that… 2022?” Steve asked. She nodded. “Wow, that was recent.”
“We married just five months after meeting. Was the most audacious thing I’ve ever done, but… he was being drafted… he was part of the US Army… went on one of his missions in the United Arab Emirates, and… he never came home.” Steve’s face altered with sadness on her behalf. “We weren’t even married for eight weeks.”
“I’m terribly sorry,” Steve reacted.
“I just realized that marriage was just not for everybody. Not for me, at least. Besides, the reality is that my life kinda got a late start. Better late than never, true, but… it did interfere with the way my love life could’ve panned out.”
“Again, to throw shade at Peter Green,” Steve introduced, making her chuckle, “if any man makes you choose between what you value most and him… it’s already clear where you should stand.”
“Wouldn’t you?”
“Oh please… you could be away from home for six whole months for all I care. Just as long as you continue to be loyal, devoted and crazy enough to stay with me.” Natasha smiled again, shaking her head this time. “I’m sorry, I just… I just can’t get over how incredibly beautiful and… sexy you still look. Wow, I…” Natasha instantly started giggling.
“Oh my,” Natasha looked playfully to her right with her right hand held linear underneath her chin. She laughed thereafter.
“It’s true. I bet you hear that a lot though.”
“No, not really, actually. When I’m at work, I’m… how do I say this? I’m on the go. Everything is go, go, go. Yeah, a few guys whistle here and there, but I am their superior, so… maybe whatever they’re thinking are just thoughts. Nothing verbally said.”
“Well, this is a different setup from that. This is a dinner. And, I don’t mind you being my superior in any way,” Steve jibed.
“Well, in age, I definitely am your superior.” Natasha gazed at him again. “I don’t know… doesn’t this feel icky to you? I mean… I babysat you. You were just a scrawny little kid back then. And I’m so much older than you. Granted, I really like you Steve, but… I think as a friend now. I don’t want this kinda trouble again. I’m through with this love business… but I definitely won’t say no to having another friend.”
“Come on, Nat,” Steve got up from his chair and made his way to her. Her eyes and face remained fixed to his motion. He went down on both knees on the right side of her chair. She looked down at him. “I remember asking to be your husband someday when I became a man if you didn’t have a husband. I know you don’t want a husband, but… I can still settle for… a lifelong booty call.”
Natasha laughed. “You kids these days…”
“I can assure you… I am not a kid anymore…” Steve teased, staring into her eyes and also eyeing her mouth.
It was obvious. Natasha felt an attraction to him, but this was wrong. This wasn’t self-denial. This was just basic sense she was practicing. Not only was she miles away from him in age, she also had a history with him that included taking care of him as a little boy. Then again, how would this be any different from the other stories she’s heard from her friends of people they know that did things with their nannies? Maybe because this wasn’t gonna be a fling. Steve appeared two hundred percent certain about what he wanted. Maybe it was just his youthful eagerness to achieve things. Then again, he’s been through a divorce already and those were really hard to go through. And, unlike her, Steve had to go through it at a very young age. Who’s to know how he must’ve felt right about now about love? Was he disillusioned or just really sure about what he needed now? And was he sure that she was what he needed?
“Are you sure that a wrinkly old… perimenopausal woman heading for her fifties is the kinda woman you wanna be around? Think about it. By the time you’re forty, I’ll be in my sixties. Furthermore, do I detect mommy issues on you, young man?”
Steve chuckled in a low register, giving beautiful attention to his staggering facial features. He really grew up well. A stunner and a heartbreaker for sure. “Believe me, I’ve had more than enough time to think about this. This isn’t an Oedipus complex. When I got divorced, I… I couldn’t get you out of my head. The ideal woman. My ideal, at least. Not perfect, but ideal. Perfect in my eyes though.” He smiled up at her, “Now that I’ve reunited with you… I see that you’re even lovelier than my mere memory even recalled. I did say you were an asset to anyone you came across.” She smirked. “I still love you. Even if you make walk out that door right now and tell me I have no chance. I’d believe that, actually.” She giggled again. “Just think it would be a grave injustice to someone who’s loved you for so long.”
“You never even got to know me on an adult level, Steve. You loved me all those years on a child’s level. Eventually, you’re gonna want kids. Conventional stuff. It’s inevitable and it’s fine… then you’d say you’d settle for something brief, and I don’t even think I want that for now. I’m able to accommodate your every desire, Steve… and yeah, I could probably still have a kid now, but I wouldn’t want to. I might not even wanna be married again.”
“How many times should I repeat to you that it’s more than fine with me for you to believe me?” Steve asked with a zealous grin. Natasha just smiled and shook her head again at him. “You’ve been through enough. You just don’t want any more of the drama and shortcomings associated with love. Right?” Natasha nodded only twice to verify his claim. “I am at that exact space right now. Albeit… twenty-one years earlier than you…” she smirked, “…I don’t know what we’ll be like together… but I’ve dreamt about it for way too long not to make it a reality. I know for sure that I brightened up your day when I was a kid. I can do… a whole lot more now.”
Her left eyebrow raised a bit at whatever he must’ve been suggesting there. “Never knew I could have this kinda effect on a man.”
“Just glad you finally acknowledge me as one,” Steve joked. She nudged him away for saying that and chuckled with him thereafter.
“Steve…” Natasha took a breath and gazed at him, “…I can’t. You know I can’t. I taught you a few things about morals when you were a kid. I’m the authority here.” She paused, craning her head for a moment. “My decision is final. I… I really appreciate all the love you have for me, but…”
“It’s okay,” Steve accepted his fate. He got up from the ground, exhaling a satisfied breath. “At least I got it out of my system now.” She smiled at him. “If you ever… and I mean this… if you ever change your mind. Don’t hesitate to find me.”
Natasha smiled brightly. “I’ll certainly keep that in mind.” Steve smiled at her once more before turning away to find his seat again on the opposite side of the table. He didn’t know that Natasha briefly glanced at his glutes as he walked off. The idea was undoubtedly emblazoned onto her thoughts now. Suddenly, for the remaining thirty-six minutes of their dinner, she couldn’t stop thinking about what it’d be like to be with him. Romantically, logistically, sexually, and in other aspects too like having a friend in him and what it would mean for their future. Unless they’d be doomed from the start, but… Natasha didn’t see doom in their idealized time together. Maybe she was just secretly wanting this more than she was willing to see the problems that would arise, if any. Maybe she wasn’t thinking clearly at all right now.
Steve received mixed signals for the remainder of their dinner. She turned him down, sure, but then why was she constantly playing with her hair, speaking in a softer and more sensual tone, curving her sexy full lips in suggestive ways, and having her ample bosom heave with frequent heavy breaths? It’s almost as if everything he just said to her was everything she never heard from a man before, and it was arousing all kinds of ideas in her head.
For safety, Steve ignored the innuendos. He’d just beat the shit out of one of his pillows when he got home to take out all his frustrations in a healthier manner. Which reminded him, he’d have to buy new pillows the next day. He was definitely battering more than just one pillow after this.
The goodbye (so to speak).
“In the end, we can’t even be too mad at the historical inaccuracies of that film. Just nod and smile,” Steve said. “That’s what I did because I knew the end credits were on their way.” Natasha giggled, touching his right arm with her left hand (for… no reason, actually). Steve looked her in the eyes, as they stood at the door. “It was… it was really wonderful to see you again. And thanks for giving me your number. Can’t tell you how much it sucks when you ask a girl for her number and she says no.”
Natasha laughed again. “We’ll keep in touch, Steve.”
“You’re heading to base in two days’ time, right?”
“Yeah. Work continues as always. Will be away from home for about a week or so.”
“I wish you the best of luck,” Steve said, with his hands in his pockets.
Natasha had her arms folded ahead of her and nodded faintly. “Thank you.”
They kept staring at each other. Steve knew he had to get out of here. This was killing him. “I’ll see you again when I see you.” He opened her door. Natasha kept her eyes on him. He faced her, ready to close the door. “Have a great night.”
“You too. Bye.”
“Bye,” Steve greeted warmly, closing the door.
Just as the door closed, Natasha instinctively said against her own better judgment, “Steve wait!” The door opened. Steve thought maybe he forgot something. He sure did. Natasha moved towards him and planted a deep kiss to his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her voluptuous body all up against him. She was quite aggressive. Her Navy habits were forefront.
The focus though should be why she was doing this. Natasha thought about this during a few milliseconds of the kiss. She used to babysit this boy and now she was kissing him? Steve’s hands held her upper back too and even the middle of her back. His touch felt perfect. “Mmm…” Natasha moaned for a bit before doing the worst. She slid her tongue in his mouth, closing the door behind him and luring him deeper into her house.
The attraction between them was too blatant, vivid and scorching. The tension between them was nothing short of sweltering. Natasha didn’t know about him, but she really now wanted to jump his bones. Natasha’s lips were suddenly not Steve’s target anymore. Her neck was. Things escalated quickly and got out of hand rapidly. Before they knew it, they were in her bedroom upstairs. Quickly, eagerly, passionately, removing each other’s clothes. His tie, her heels, his pants, her dress… their hands touching each other all over.
Natasha couldn’t believe what had come over her. She also couldn’t believe this story she had with him. How would she explain this to people? The boy she babysat when he was nine and she was thirty is the very same one that was her lover now? She’s never had a man in her life that loved her even a fraction as much as he did. She thought she knew love… tonight disproved everything she thought she knew.
Steve made love to her like his life depended on it. It sure did. Tonight would tell whether or not he’d have her in his life for the long haul. He already would, and, as entertaining as it sounds, tonight was the best she ever had. Obviously for him too. She was also very, very, very, very eager and participant in all the activities they were up to for the night in her bed.
Two hours later, they finally came to a stop. Him above her and finishing abundantly with her thick beautiful toned legs wrapped around his waist and firm bottom. Both perspiring, breathless and on absolute cloud nine. Feeling all of her naked body press up against him all night long was an unfathomable glory. A perfect payoff to all those years he longed to be with her. Natasha just, whenever she could even think at all, thought about the cruelty behind this. She spent about thirty years of her life struggling to find the perfect love, when in fact she found it in the nine-year-old she babysat all those years ago. God definitely works in mysterious ways, she thought.
Everything felt right here. The ick factor wasn’t even felt. I guess the night was just that good. Natasha’s arms and hands were crumbled around his neck, hair and his muscular back. It sure took a while for Steve to break free from her grip. Not that he even wanted to, but maybe so his heart wouldn’t give in. He was only twenty-five, but his heart rate was beating at an unbelievable pace right now. This was the greatest satisfaction he ever felt. Sexually, mentally, emotionally… it was the perfect hat-trick. Natasha was over the moon too, although too breathless to communicate it.
Steve gave her sloppy kisses again with her mouth and tongue very much reciprocating with the sultry and spicy spit exchange of their intense and prolonged wet kissing. At last, Steve mustered up the strength and courage to get off her and lie on his back beside her. With eyes opened and a mouth open enough to have drool escape it, Steve laid feeling both happy and shocked at what happened.
“Oh my God…” Natasha reacted in a sharp exhale to the lovemaking she just received and participated in. Steve needed a moment to process it all. He then giggled. So did she. “What?”
Steve closed his eyes for a moment, then turned to his left to look at her. “That was unbelievable…” she giggled as he said that. “Extraordinary. Oh my God indeed…”
Natasha turned her body to her right to face him too. “You really are a genius…” Her hair was a huge mess and her skin was sweating just like his was, but neither minded.
“This…” Steve breathed out (he was still short of breath just like she was), “…if this means I’m your bitch now, I’m so okay with that.”
Natasha wrinkled her eyes shut and laughed. He looked to her and laughed. “Do you wanna be my bitch?” She asked during laughter.
Steve let out a sharp breath again. “Yeah, I’m definitely taking the day off tomorrow… kinda need a day to process all of this.”
“Can you promise me something?”
“Sure. Anything,” Steve assured, shifting to be even closer to her.
“Promise me that… when I come back from work within a week from now… you’ll be here… waiting for me.”
“Done. What else do you want?” Steve responded. Natasha laughed instantly. “I wasn’t kidding. Anything you want from me is yours.” Natasha kissed him again just for expressing such words, eyeing him with more love now than she ever did when he was a kid. Or, at least a different kinda love.
“I can definitely work with that,” Natasha said with a certain grin and chuckle, biting her lower lip too subsequently.
“What do you say we go for another round?” Steve asked.
Her face altered with surprise. “You still have more rounds in you?”
“Is… that surprising?”
She couldn’t believe him and shook her head laughing. “You are going to be the death of me, young man…” she said, moving to position herself above him. Her legs straddling his waist and her mouth kissing his again. Her bosom hung down onto his firm muscular chest packs as his hands traveled her hair, back and then her bottom.
“I love you. Always have, always will,” Steve said wholeheartedly.
“I already love you,” Natasha affirmed. “Just really gonna mean that in a very different way very soon.” Steve smiled from ear to ear. Natasha began to kiss his cheek, then his neck, and going lower and lower. Who’s to say that age got in their way? It almost interfered with their chances of being together because Natasha was trying to do the right thing – which is always admirable, but this must’ve been meant to be. After all, you can’t expect someone to love you for sixteen years and wait for the timing to be right only to turn him down. She also had her curiosity.
What a fun adventure this was gonna be for both of them. Steve was completely okay with being “her bitch” and she warmed up to being a cougar very much, lol.