Special Touch Part: Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

You weren't as tired as she was last night, so you slipped out of bed a little early to make her some breakfast. You didn't have a ton around the house, really needed to do a shop soon, but you had enough to make do. You started on the pancakes, stirring the batter, and then you whisked up the rest of the eggs before setting some chopped fruit aside.

She'd deny it, but moments after the smell of pancakes wafted up the stairs, you knew she woke up, and the padding of bare feet on the steps had you smiling with your back to her as it confirmed your suspicions.

"It's so early, feathers, what're you doing?" She groaned halfheartedly, wiping the sleep from her eyes, and you spun around with a fresh cup of coffee that she immediately took without question.

"Can't I just make you some breakfast?" You asked innocently and she narrowed her eyes with a small smile.

"Mmk," She shrugged, and you turned to get back to work before she hopped up on the counter nearby, "Don't let me stop you."

"Can I get a good morning coffee breath kiss?" You asked after a moment, having just flipped the pancakes and she laughed, nodding.

You went between her legs, your hands grasping lightly at her thighs, and she hung her arms loosely around your neck as you pressed your lips to hers.

"Bad?" She asked knowingly, a small smirk crossing her lips, when you pulled away.

"Nah, it's always perfect," You smiled, kissing her quickly before groaning in faux annoyance, "It's almost unfair."

"But you can't complain because you're the only one I kiss." She reminded and you couldn't help but to grin proudly at that.

"Luckiest person alive, then." You slid your hands up further and kissed her again, this time letting it linger as she gasped into your mouth when you squeezed her ass over her shorts.

"Noooo," She whined with a pout, her redden lips almost making you forget the near burning food on the pan, and you smiled apologetically as you went to plate everything, chuckling when she added, "Such a tease."

"You do wanna eat something edible, don't you?" You smirked, taking the plates out and placing everything carefully, trying your best to make it look pretty.

"I could eat you."

You dropped a fork, jumping a bit when it clanged to the floor, and she chuckled at how she could so easily get you flustered, secretly loving how your cheeks grew red in two seconds flat.

"Fuck, Nat, you can't just say that stuff." You muttered, trying and failing to hide your blush.

"Oh, please," She scoffed, "You one time said, and I quote, 'Your motorcycle used to be the most dangerous thing you had between your legs before we started dating.'"

"I was paraphrasing a movie!" You defended, bringing everything over to the small dining table, and setting them down next to each other, "Plus, you know I have a hard time keeping my thoughts to myself."

"It was in the middle of a briefing you begged to tag along on!"

"It's also not my fault those things are so mind numbingly boring!" You argued and she laughed, hopping off the counter to join you at the table with the rest of her coffee.

"My point still stands."

She sat down next to you and you turned with your leg up on your chair to face her. After you both clinked your glasses of juice together, taking a sip, you shook your head with a smile.

"Honestly, I don't even remember the point, babe."

"Too busy thinking about being in between my legs, dear?" She asked wistfully, her voice almost like a cliché 1950's housewife from a movie and you huffed.

"Would you be that surprised?"

"Not really," She admitted with a tiny shrug, taking a forkful of pancake, and then you watched as she bit it, "Mm, babe," She practically moaned as the utensil, knowing exactly what she was doing, "These are delicious, thank you."

"Fuck, you're impossible." You mumbled, biting your lip, wishing it was hers instead, and then turning back to your plate to hide your darkened eyes.

"And you're too easy."

"I hate you." You groaned with your face in your hands.

"No, you don't." She smirked.

"No, I don't." You sighed in defeat, making her laugh.

You picked up your phone when it vibrated on the table and read the message.

"T'Challa?" Natasha asked, sounding hopeful.

"Bucky," You shook your head and she hummed, "But he said he's going to stay in Wakanda until Cory wakes up, so he can tell us when to come."

"I hate not being there."

"Me too," You sighed, putting the phone down after sending back a quick reply, "But it'd just be way more painful if we were."

"True," She nodded, taking a sip from her cup, "And I wanna clean his room before he gets back, maybe pick up some of his favorite foods...get him that new game he's been wanting."

"I'll pick up Ollie later this afternoon, so that he's here when he comes home."

She took a moment to look around the kitchen and you knew what she was thinking because you had been thinking the same thing since you got up a couple of hours ago.

"Can we go out today? Just go to a park or the botanical garden or...something?"

"Of course," You smiled, squeezing her knee where your hand had landed earlier, and she smiled gratefully, relieved she didn't have to explain, "But I'm not going out with you smelling like death," You got up to clear the plates as you teased her, raising your eyebrows, "At least I was decent enough to shower this morning."

"Hey!" She whined in protest, hanging on the back of her chair as she turned in it to watch you head towards the sink, "I was tired and I'm sorry I'm not some machine that can wake up before the crack of dawn."

"I woke up at eight."

"Psychopath." She grumbled stubbornly, making you laugh loudly.

"I'll give you..." You surveyed the mess you made, deciding how long you'd need, "Fifteen minutes before I'm joining you if you're still not out."

"I'd better hurry then." She smirked sarcastically, getting up in basically slow motion, and you laughed again.

"Yeah, I can tell you're in a rush," You smiled over your shoulder at her, "I'm sure you'll be out before I even hit the stairs."

"Yep," She was finally standing as you started the dishes, "But on second thought, I'd better get these clothes in the wash first, the sooner the better."

"Blood does tend to stain." You chuckled to yourself, unaware your assassin was currently stripping behind you.

You finished washing the dishes, assuming by the silence you were receiving that she had already made her way upstairs, and you dried your hands off before spinning around, dropping the towel immediately.

"Think you dropped something." She pointed out cheekily and you gaped at her.

"You – I thought..."

"Use your words, baby, just like I taught you."

Her voice was low and sexy and just – she spoke like sex, so you were already across the room, grabbing her hips and pressing her against the wall near the doorway to the hall. Your lips were on hers in less than a second and then they were trailing across her jaw and down her neck as your hands went to her waist. She tugged on your hair with one hand while her other held your shoulder, tilting her head back to give you more access to her neck. Then you crouched slightly to grab the backs of her thighs and she wrapped her legs around your waist, hanging onto your shoulders, as you carried her up the stairs with all the strength you had because...

Wow.