I'll Always Love You - A Romanogers Fanfic

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The last two and a half months Steve and Natasha have spent a lot of time settling into their new apartment.
They got it almost immediately after applying, so they've already had a lot of time figuring out how they want it.

The fall has started in New York and most days are rainy now, so they spend a lot of time in bed, or in the couch by the windows.

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NATASHA'S POV

When I wake up, the bed is empty and cold.
Usually Steve always waits and stays beside me until I wake up too.
"Steve?" I ask.
"I'm in the kitchen, My Love!" He shouts from outside the bedroom.

I put on his t-shirt that's neatly folded in the end of our bed.
He's gotten into a habit where he leaves his shirt from the day before for me to put on.
It makes me feel close to him, and I very much like that, because I can't seem to get enough of him.

I enter the kitchen with the big t-shirt that stops just beneath my panties.
"Good Morning Love, how did yo-...wauw..." he says but trails off when he looks at me.
"What?" I ask sweetly.
"That t-shirt is perfect for you. Come here, My Love" he says and holds out a hand.

I grab onto it and he pulls me closer.
"It's not a very good idea to turn me on while I'm cooking" he says and start kissing my neck.
"You should be able to resist me by now" I say, but I don't want him to resist me. I want his wicked tongue everywhere.
"Oh, I'll never be able to resist you, Love" he says into my neck.
I grab onto his hair and let out a small moan, which seems to turn him on even more.

"Don't you think you should focus on the cooking?" I mumble, trying to keep my dignity.
"Stop acting holy, dear. It's been two days" he says and picks me up and places me on the kitchen counter.
"Two days isn't long" I say and moan again so he speeds up and start sucking on my neck.
Two days is long when it's with Steve, because fuck.

He slides his hands under my shirt and grab my skin tightly between his strong fingers, causing me to whimper in pleasure and pain.
"Love, please, I can't control myself when you make those noises" he begs.
I moan even harder, just to push his buttons. He needs to beg for it, even though I'm the one being pleasured. It's a win win situation for me.

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STEVE'S POV

Jesus, my girlfriend is beautiful.
But she's so unbelievably annoying when I want her this bad, and she's making those sounds.

I can feel the bulge in my shorts growing larger by the second.
This woman. Oh my goodness. I can never get enough of her.

"Please Love, allow me to undress you here in the kitchen" I beg and kiss her full lips, slipping my tongue inside her mouth, that I'm sure has been send from the angels, because wow, it's wonderful.
"Your cooking?" She reminds me and pulls away from the kiss, but I'm starting to feel like she wants this too, no matter how much she's stalling.

I turn off the stove.
"Now you can't use that as an argument against something you clearly want" I smirk. What she has made me into is unbelievable. But I wouldn't change it for a day.
"Good Boy, I give you permission" she rewards me with a smirk.
"Finally" I exclaim and pull the t-shirt over her head, where she's only wearing small panties underneath.
"Oh Love, you have no idea how I see you" I say, mesmerized by how gorgeous she is.
"I think I know" she smirks and gestures to the throbbing between my legs, before she comes at my lips with aggression.

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NATASHA'S POV

First round happens on the kitchen counter, round two on the kitchen floor.
Round three happens against the wall in the living room, and finally round four on the couch.

"Oh my god Love!" Steve exclaims at the peak of his climax.
I moan and whimper. The pain unbelievable, but nothing compared to the pleasure.
"Marry me, My Love, marry me!" He pants and I instantly holds in the moaning, as he finishes.

He sits on the couch, sweaty and out of breath, and I keep laying down, unable to move. I both need to get down from my high, and fathom his proposal.
"Love?" He asks and puts a hand on my cheek.
"What...what did...erh...what did you just say?" I stammer.
"What?" He asks confused.
"Just before...you...erh..." I say, but trail off, because it's too much.
"I asked you to marry me" he says, like it's the most normal thing.
"Yes...that...no, I...I am not...fit for...that..." I stammer, but stop to take a deep breath.
"What is the problem?" He asks and caress my cheek, but I slap his hand away.

I sigh deeply.
"I'm sorry, Steve, erh...I really need some air" I say, run to the kitchen to find my panties on the floor, and the t-shirt on the counter.
I grab some sweatpants and a bra from the laundry basket and puts it on.

"I just...and I...and it's all...no..." I mumble to myself when I walk towards the door, feeling Steve's lost eyes on my back. I know I've hurt him, but I can't even get a hand on my own feelings right now.

I grab Yelena's vest and the car keys.
We both know it's stupid to have a car in the city but we still do, and...no...I can't think about this like nothing is up right now.

I turn around and look at Steve, his eyes wet now.
"Nat...stay...we can talk about it" he says and wipes his eyes.
I can feel tears on the way, just from seeing him sad. "Steve, I'm really sorry" I say before I slam the door, leaving...yes...the love of my life on the couch.

I breathe deeply as I hit the roads towards nowhere, which is a long way from Brooklyn.
Why the fuck am I so scared? It's not like I expected him to never think about marriage, but it's so fast, and so binding.

After at least seven hours of driving I'm somewhere I don't even know what is.
It's raining heavier, and the sky is getting darker.
I've calmed down a little but I'm still way too fucked up to turn back.

A car turns on from the hide of the shadows, and I don't get to react before an explosion happens, followed by my car flying up into the air, giving me flashbacks to Norway, except this is way worse.

After an amount of time, I don't even know how long is, someone pulls me from the car that landed upside down.

It's darkening before my eyes but I can see a woman.
I look at her, until I realize who it is. The receptionist from the hotel in Bern. I knew something was up with her, but why would she want me dead?

She leaves me in the middle of the road, and leans down to me.
"Not so funny now, huh, Natalia?" She asks me in Russian.
"Who are you?" I mumble back to her, in Russian too.
She scoffs hurt. "I was your 'friend', the 'friend' you left behind when you got out of the Red Room after Dreykov took over" she says.
"I don't remember you" I whisper, and fight the need to close my eyes.
"This jog your memory?" She pulls up her shirt, revealing a giant X across her abdomen.
She beats me in saying anything when she speaks up.
"I wanted to kill you ever since you got out. I would've killed you in Switzerland, and then when that didn't work out, I wanted to kill you somewhere else, but you were always surrounded by big men" she says with disgust.
"How did you get out?" I whisper, almost no force left in my voice, and I can feel blood running from at least six places on my body.
She laughs. An evil, cold laugh, and she looks even more evil from the fire from the car.
"No one paid attention to me when you got out. I was known as Natalia Romanova's friend, and I was nothing when you weren't there anymore" she says. "So...naturally I made an escape" she shrugs and starts walking around me, making me even more dizzy than already.
"But escaping wasn't easy" I force out and spit out a little bit of blood.
"True, when you did it. There were holes in their systems to keep us in, the following two months of your escape. I got out, with enough training that I could kill you, but I won't now" she shrugs.
"I'll let you die here, in the cold, by yourself, no big ones to save you" she continues with an evil grin plastered to her face, and she forces some liquid drug in my mouth, before she leaves me on the cold, wet, empty road without looking back.