My Muse II E-3490 Stony

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Steve tapped the other end of the pencil impatiently as he stared blankly onto the empty sketchbook page before him. It bothered him that while he had the motivation to create, he doesn'te ven know what to illustrate in the first place. At first, he tried to let his mind wander and let the graphite glide along the page, but he ended up erasing his previous creation anyway, for it failed to satisfy him. He let out a small grumble as he slammed his sketchbook closed and pushed his art materials aside on the wooden desk, holding his head, feeling another headache coming. Heaving a small tired and defeated sigh, he stood up and ambled out of the bedroom, making his way to the kitchen for a cup of water – maybe even a small snack. Perhaps taking a small break would help put him in a better frame of mind.

Approaching the sleek kitchen, he poured himself a glass of water and prepared himself a simple sandwich. He couldn't help but smile after taking a bite. It certainly was a good sandwich. Good job Steve. You get an A from the narrator.

Speaking of the sandwich, that made him wonder. He turned his gaze to the clock on the wall and it was a quarter to 3 in the afternoon. "Has Tasha eaten yet?" He thought to himself. As much as he adores his wife's determination and eagerness for innovation, he'd like it more if she took proper care of herself every now and then. He turned his eyes down to the pristine sink and there were no dirty plates, or just any sign the area has been touched previously before Steve, clearing his suspicion – she definitely hasn't even eaten lunch yet! Steve playfully rolled his eyes as he prepared her a nice moderately-filled sandwich that can make up for her not eating on time... Again. Oh, and a glass of orange juice for good measure. He placed it all in a nice little tray and headed off to her lab. He was about to knock but he forgot the double doors slide open automatically, and now he looked like a complete idiot with his fist raised and everything. Good thing Natasha wasn't paying attention and didn't even notice him walking in. She would have definitely laughed at him for it.

With the tray in his other hand, Steve welcomed himself in and ambled towards his wife, who was clearly occupied with something else, as per usual. He set down the tray on a random table (that wasn't already filled with Natasha's doodly whats-its) and towered over her, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, pecking her on the cheek. "So, should I expect you to come to bed tonight or are you gonna stay in your lab until the next day or so?" He asks. Natasha laughed a little as she put down her wrench. "Don't worry, I'm already finishing up here." She says and there was a small and awkward pause. "...I think." She adds in, which made Steve raise an eyebrow. Natasha pouted, "I still have lots of ideas for upgrades for my repulsors that I want to, hopefully, get done today, but I'll definitely have time for you tonight." She turned upwards and kissed him on the cheek. Steve chuckled a little, "Good to know." He replied as he pulled away and reached for the sandwich he prepared for her. "You wanna maybe fill me in on your current project?" He asks with a warm and earnest smile as he puts the sandwich up to feed her. Natasha casually takes a bite as she goes on to ramble about it.

She went on with rambling and tinkering with her toys as Steve just sat there with the sandwich in hand, nodding along, patiently listening. He knows if he just left the sandwich on the other table and left Natasha to eat it in her own time, it'll just go stale and be littered with dirt, grime, oil, other dangerous chemicals that could be deadly if ingested. This is better than letting a sleep and food-deprived Natasha accidentally kill herself with an intoxicated pile of meat and veggies that's squished in between two slices of bread.

Not to mention, Steve couldn't help but get lost in staring at all her details, especially when she gets close to him to eat off of his hand. Steve can see the way she looks at him with that stellar, seductive gaze. She's aware of what she's doing and Steve is all for it. It's not like it's weird or anything. They've been married for three and a half years and have seen each other naked several times before, but hot damn, Steve would be lying if he didn't admit that she certainly was a sight for sore eyes; her long and silky dark brown auburn hair that was tied into a ponytail, the messy strands that just won't stay put (like the pesky bangs that she keeps swiping off of her face), the curves of her body, the size and plumpness of her breasts and ass, her irresistibly kissable lips, her sparkling and alluring amber-coloured eyes – everything about her was so perfect and that was only scratching the surface. At some point, all of Natasha's tech babble was slowly tuned out of Steve's head as he traced her figure with his eyes, breaking her up into basic shapes in his head. An idea formed in his troubled mind. He was only pulled back to reality when he felt the glass of orange juice yoinked out of his hand.

Natasha giggled as she sipped her drink and noticed how Steve just snapped out of his trance-like state. "Honey, are you okay? You look deep in thought there. Did my charms work too well again?" She asks. Steve laughed with her as he sheepishly shook his head, feeling a little abashed by the fact that she noticed him zoning out. "It's nothing, dear" He replies with a small smile, suddenly changing the subject. "Um, would it be alright if I stayed here for the rest of the afternoon to do some sketching? I'm kind of out of brain juice right now and," his eyes wandered up and down her body again, "–I thought a little change of scenery would get me back in the swing of things."

Natasha smirked as she noticed how he eyed her. She leaned closer to her husband and flicked the straw of the glass in his direction. "And orange juice," She quipped. "Orange juice is delicious. It'll fuel you too like it did to me." Steve chuckled at her goofiness as he too took a sip of the majestic fruit juice of oranges, proceeding to cup Natasha's cheeks afterward and giving her a long and soft kiss. He pulled away with an earnest smile, "And my beautiful wife." He added in. "A change of scenery, orange juice, and Natasha." The latter chuckled as he pulled away from him. "You're so cheesy, Steve." She says.

Steve laughed along, "You know you love it." and Natasha playfully rolled her eyes, "Eh, you're right. I do."

With that, Steve trailed off to get his own set of tools before returning back to the laboratory and settling down in a corner, leaving Natasha to do her thing while he does his – with sometimes Natasha subtly striking a pose as she knows Steve is sketching her from behind.

What a funny little muse of his she is.