Sharp Edges

Chapter Twenty

It was Clint who Cara had selected to put her to bed tonight, so after she tired of the party Steve and Natasha walked with her to her room to say good night.

As the door closed behind Clint and Cara, Steve stepped back from the door and turned to smile at his date. "We, uh... don't have any reason to go back upstairs, do we?" he asked.

Natasha smirked. "Something on your mind, Rogers?"

He took her hand and pulled her back to him. "Been on my mind since you mentioned it, Romanoff."

"Mmm... we do have all night to ourselves," she mused.

"And my room is right down the hall..." he added as he took a step backwards, bringing her with him.

"I like the sound of this..." Nat grinned.

"Come on," Steve encouraged, leading her down the hall to the room with his placard on it. He opened the door with his fingerprint and pushed it open before leading her inside.

Nat grinned as she looked around the room, hearing the door click shut behind her. "I think I've only been in here a couple of times."

Steve turned around and took in his room. He didn't have much, but what he did have was sentimental. "You're one of the only people I've let come in here at all."

She turned and smiled as she sat on the edge of the bed. "Well, I'm honored."

He slipped his hands into his pockets as he turned to face her as she sat. "Well, you should be," he joked teasingly.

Natasha laughed as she leaned back, showing off the slim silver and blue dress she'd worn for the night. "And I am."

Steve shrugged his jacket from his shoulders and set it on the back of a chair by his desk before he approached the bed. "What to do now that we're here alone..." he mused teasingly.

Biting her lip, Nat slowly eyed Steve from head to toe. "What is your wildest fantasy?"

He scoffed a little as a blush rose in his cheeks. "I, uh... I don't think I've ever gotten the chance to even think of a fantasy beyond...you," he answered honestly.

"Then think. What's the first thing that comes to your mind?"

His breath shuddered a little as he exhaled in thought. All he could see was Natasha. But then he saw her in her black leather bodysuit uniform and smirked a little. "Superhero sex," he answered. "Where I don't have to hold back."

She chuckled. "I could take it... The Red Room doesn't let people leave that aren't... capable."

"You could take... even me?" he asked, raising his brows.

"I might bruise... but it takes more force to break me than normal people."

"I wouldn't want to bruise you," Steve said surely. "But I like the idea that I could be a little less... gentle," he admitted almost shyly.

Nat grinned as she leaned back on her elbows. "I'm okay with that."

He took a deep breath as his blue eyes took in her perfect hourglass figure. "Should I join you on the bed or should you join me back up here? I think I need some help getting this suit off."

"Oh really? A big man like you?" She teased.

He chuckled as he struggled with his cufflinks. "See? My fingers are just too big and strong..." he teased in reply.

Nat sat up and feigned a sigh. "Come here, big guy."

He smiled satisfactorily and stepped up to her at the edge of the bed, his large frame towering over her much smaller one. He held out his wrists to her for her help.