IMPORTANT - HELP: What do you think is the worst thing Alexei could say to Natasha and Melina? (Like I need it to be really hurtful and painful to hear...)
WARNINGS: Comfort Smut (First Half of the chapter), Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con (Last half of the chapter)
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I've been watchin' you for some time Can't stop starin' at those ocean eyes
. . .
Netherlands 2: 56 – July 27, 2016
The moon is high in the sky, stars dancing from every direction, while a soft breeze flows through the opened window. It's peaceful here. There is not a single person within a twenty-mile radius and if they're lucky, they will manage the supplies they have and not need to go into town for a couple of weeks.
Natasha sighs, shaking the thoughts away, while using her fingers to draw multiple figures over Steve's toned abdomen. His arm is wrapped around her protectively, as her head rests against his chest. She smirks lightly, raising her head up to look him in the eye.
"I think we should do that again," Natasha begins.
"Ahhh... you do?" Steve smirks, gently pulling her body closer to his. "I think I can go along with that idea. But you're going to wake some of the others up if you don't be quiet."
"Me?" Natasha questions, gasping dramatically, as she sits up to turn her body toward his direction. And she shifts over his body, positioning herself to straddle his waist. "It's you they need to be worried about."
The redhead leans forward, pressing her lips urgently over his. He responds immediately, his fingers waving through her hair. She curls her fingers around his neck, breathing in his rich vanilla scent, while pushing herself away. The blonde watches her carefully as she begins to chew softly on her bottom lip.
Steve wraps his arms around her waist, before shifting her underneath him. He's careful with her growing belly not to place any extra weight on it, shifting himself onto his side. His ocean-blue irises stare into the depths of her intoxicating emerald greens. And he hovers his lips tauntingly over hers, as he slips a hand down the curve of her waist.
"You're beautiful," Steve whispers, pressing his lips into hers. It's a soft and gentle shower of affection, and not at all like their previous passionate kiss. But it's just as meaningful. Just as important.
