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"Fury, we can't," Natasha protests, handing the case file back to Fury. 

He looks at her and raises his eyebrow. 

"Steve and I are going through a rough patch. I can't be with him on a mission. It'll only distract us." Natasha continues, but Fury pushes the case file into her hands. 

"Your relationship with Captain Rogers and your ability to complete missions should co-exist but not interloop. Deal with it and find a way." Fury says, leaving Natasha standing with a case file in her hands, in the middle of the hallway of the S.H.I.E.L.D. base. 

Other agents pass her and stare, she rolls her eyes. Of all places, Fury had to send them to a strip club. And the worse thing was, they were undercover, meaning that she would be playing the role of a stripper and Steve a business man, looking for a deal. Her job was to strip and get information from the client which would be passed on to Steve who would meet up with the client to deal as well as take down their organization. 

She rolls her eyes as she hands him the file. He looks at it and sighs. 

"Don't sigh at me. You know I don't want this as much as you do." She snarls, coming off as a bit passive aggressive. 

"And you couldn't tell him?" He retorts, as bitter as she is.

She rolls her eyes and groans. "Believe me, I've tried."

He sighs. "Fine. Meet you in 10 at the hanger."

She shakes her head and skulks off and he follows suit in the other direction.

_

Her wardrobe of lingerie is scandalous. As she runs her fingers down the array of red and black lace, she comes across a bag. The ones Steve had given her for the anniversary before they broke up. She smirks and pulls that out, holding it up in front of her. Such a fucking tease.  

As she moves her hands down her body while looking at herself in the mirror, her core goes wet at the idea of it being his hand touching her, tracing down her body before ridding her of all her clothes and her lip curls into a naughty smirk. 

With a sigh, she picks up her coat and fastens it over her body, wearing nothing but lingerie underneath. 

_

His jaw drops when she walks into the garage, in a long black trench coat and black boots. She's stunning as always. He's still mad as hell at her but this is so hot, it makes him want to just pounce her and fill her up with angry sex. He bites his cheek as she approaches and he smells her intoxicating perfume. 

God help him, he was getting turned on by the sight of his ex. This was highly unhealthy. He clears his throat in an attempt to hide his growing erection but her eyes swiftly dart down and back up and she bats her eyelashes, smirking and he has to swallow hard. 

"Shall we?" He extends a hand towards her but she ignore it, climbing onto his motorcycle. As her legs wrap around his motorcycle, he bites down hard on his tongue before he can get another reaction from her. 

He gets in front of her and her arms snake around his waist, her fingers trailing up his body as he turns the engine on. The engine isn't the only one getting turned on. They both are. 

She thrusts her hips forward into his back and grinds into him. His breathing quickens as does hers. 

"Fuck this." He mutters, climbing off his Harley and pining her against it. 

Her eyes are clouded with lust as she looks up at him and bites her lip before smirking. 

"Are you sure?" He growls, the sound of his voice husky from the sight of her mewling on his purring vehicle. 

"Fuck me already Rogers. God, what are you waiting for." She says, reaching up to grab his neck and kiss him. 

He moans into her, one of his hands going into her hair and lightly tugging on her red curls while the other goes down her side, past her hips and down her legs. 

She releases her grip on his neck and reaches down to unbutton her coat and it falls wide open, revealing her in nothing but lingerie. 

"Fuck, that's so fucking hot." He swears under his breath and helps her out of her coat, discarding it on the floor of the garage. 

She squirms as he moves his hands down her body, around her thighs and bites her lip in pleasure before curling it into a smirk. "Like what you see?"

_

And if their timing couldn't get any worse, Fury walks right into the garage, ruining the bloody moment. 

HIs eyes widen in shock at his best agents in a compromising position. He clears his throat and the pair turns red. 

Natasha bends down and searches around the ground for her coat, hastily putting it back on. 

Fury glares at the pair. "I was coming to check in and give you a timeline update but I walked into this." 

"Sorry," Natasha mutters under her breath. 

"Anyways, the mission has to move quicker but you can't get out there fast enough so you may end up having to do Steve one as well but I can see we have no problem with that." He adds with a smirk. 

"Sir, no, we weren't-" Steve opens his mouth to protest but Natasha stops him. 

"Okay." She says, accepting the new case file Fury has. 

Fury shakes his head and leaves but just before he's out the garage he quips back "Don't mix personal feelings and missions."

_

Let's just say the mission went very well. And Steve was very turned on at the sight of Natasha on the stripper pole but also terribly jealous the whole night. But that was easily taken care of later that night when he had received the same, if not better treatment from her that extended beyond the simple stripping on a mission. They lost control in each other and with each other and the night went out with a bang. 

A/N: my original plan for this was a fight outside the club, like in the heights, and that trending audio of dont make me laugh ive been trying all night youve been shaking your ass for half of the heights but i decided against that because the sexual tension of her teasing was too much and i was gonna write smut but my motivation for that went down down down so i will leave the sex up to your own imagination but just wanted to let you know that it happened. dont forget to vote and comment ilyssss <</3