𝓑𝓪𝓭 𝓡𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 ❸

Chapter 5 - The Right Thing To Do

Steve couldn’t sleep.

He spent a better half of the night silently watching Natasha who was sleeping soundly in his arms. She looked so young in her sleep, calm and peaceful.

He felt a wave of emotions as he recalled their passionate encounter just a few hours ago. He never thought it would feel so good... and so right. He never imagined he would need someone this much. There were still so many things he would love to do to her, and with her, but he needed to think of Natasha too. It was her first time and he didn’t want to put too much pressure on her.

Now here she was, safe and secure in his embrace, and Steve’s heart swelled at the sight of her serene face. In the short amount of time they knew each other, Natasha had easily charmed her way into his life and managed to do the one thing that none of the women in his high society circle was able to do, which was to capture Steve Rogers’ heart. She haunted his dreams and drowned out his thoughts more often than he cared to admit.

God! Why she had to be 7 years younger than him? And more importantly, why she had to be his student?! Why did he want her so much he could barely control himself?

Despite his conflicted morale, Steve found that he was starting to love the feeling of being with Natasha. He could see himself do this every day and every night. He knew he would never get tired of having Natasha in his arms, and in his bed.

He was playing with fire here, but he would take his chances and fight for what he wanted most.

Steve Rogers wanted Natasha Romanov and he was going to do everything he could to keep her.

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The beautiful redhead woke up to a bright ray of sunshine shining through the bedroom window. She slowly rolled over to the other side of the bed to avoid the sunlight and found that it was empty. The man she fell asleep with was nowhere to be seen. The coolness of the bed meant Steve had left for some time and Natasha inwardly grimaced at the thought of him leaving her without any note whatsoever.

Still, last night was truly amazing and Natasha felt herself blushing at the memory.

She got up from the bed and looked for something she could wear. Her t-shirt was useless because Steve had ripped it off last night. She found his shirt and decided to put it on, marveling at how incredibly comfortable it felt on her. She couldn’t find her jeans or her panties, so Steve’s shirt would just have to suffice for now.

Natasha quietly padded downstairs, her movement slow because she was still a bit sore from last night. When she entered the kitchen, there was a tray of breakfast on the countertop with a small note, ‘Your breakfast, Natasha’.

Smiling to herself, Natasha wondered if Steve knew that she loved blueberry pancakes, or if it was just his lucky guess. The smell of newly brewed coffee was enticing, even if she was more of a tea person. And to top it off, a vase of freshly cut white lilies completed the breakfast ensemble. But why white lilies?

She briefly thought about his choice of flower while pouring herself a cup of coffee when she felt a strong pair of arms circled around her waist, pulling her to the warm body behind her.

“Morning.” Steve’s sexy voice sounded in her ear, followed by his lips kissing her neck.

“Morning.” She replied, leaning back into his body. “Thank you for this.”

“You’re welcome.”

“But for your information, I’m more of a tea person, professor.”

“Noted, Miss Romanov.”