"What're you saying to me right now?"
She rolled her eyes – had the fucking audacity to, "It's not that big of a deal."
"Really?" You scoffed, throwing your arms up, "I feel like these past two months I've known you have all been a lie! Is your name even Natalia Romanoff??"
"Romanova."
You narrowed your eyes, gritting your teeth, "What."
"My last name is-"
"Holy fucking jesus. I need some air."
You shook your head, leaving the room to go out on the balcony because you guys were so far up that it would take like twenty minutes just to get down to the lobby and out the door with Paul in tow. And man had a few grilled cheeses on impulse last night in the car, being lactose intolerant, so you wanted to give him some space. Twenty-four hours. You wanted to be able to face each other again knowing what he went through.
It had been a nice morning, a lovely morning after the Oscars. Tony had met you for breakfast and of course you asked Natasha to join you guys. And it was all going great until you had to just watch on in horror as your unofficial hopefully soon official girlfriend snatched one of your scones – which, you of course tried to bite her hand for – but then...my god. She spread jam over it and then...cream. Like it was nothing. No big deal. Daily occurrence or just something she didn't think twice about. You looked at her, your disgust written all over your face, but then she didn't care for the violated scone, so she got cereal instead. Good. You almost lost your appetite just watching what went down – but then. My fucking good god. She poured the milk first. As in, before the cereal.
And you started questioning everything.
You leaned against the railing, looking out over the city, and you took a deep breath, smiling as familiar arms wrapped around your middle, kissing up your shoulder and neck.
"I don't usually put the milk first, but you two were fighting over the prize at the bottom of the box and I thought I'd stall for time." She whispered seductively into your ear before kissing right under it and you shivered a little.
You turned around in her hold with a quirked eyebrow and she hummed, keeping her arms rested around you as yours went around her neck, "Can I take you out today? For lunch?"
She pursed her lips, squinting, "And how would that work? Would Paul and Bucky double date with us or would we shut down an entire café and alert the media?"
It wasn't cruel, it was a reasonable couple of questions, but you already knew the answers, smiling as you rubbed your nose against hers, knowing she found that cringey, before you kissed her cheek, hoping to ease her worries a bit. If the small smile that twitched at her lips said anything, it worked.
"Just me and you," You promised, and she looked skeptical before you shrugged, adding, "We'll just make sure nobody recognizes us."
Black tights tucked into socks and trainers, oversized jumpers, messily tied back hair, and shades without a speck of makeup underneath. Your jumpers were different, but beyond that you two practically matched – smiles included. You took her hand, and she laced your fingers with hers before pulling you along down the road and slipping into a coffee shop.
"Not very 'lunch' date of us," You pointed out and she shushed you, "What? What did I say?"
"Someone might recognize your voice, let me order for us."
"So this is going to be one of those mute dates. How fun."
She shook her head, smiling, and then you both stepped up to the counter, but she was the only one to remove her shades while you peered around aimlessly. Once she put in the order, you nudged her with your card until she reluctantly took it when you whispered 'I asked you out. Don't be stubborn. You look cute."
"Take this." She basically shoved your drink into your hand a moment later, and you took it, nearly dropping the entire thing because she was still a bit flustered after you called her cute. She didn't know how to properly handle being called that, and you knew it was a weakness of hers, but you only whipped it out when you felt the moment struck.
"Thanks, babes," You cooed, "Should we sit or do you wanna walk around the city some more?"
"Let's walk around," She took your hand again with her free one, using her hip to get the door open, and you happily followed her out, "So, what're your plans for your time off? Back to Jamaica or maybe Italy? You mentioned you have a house there."
"Mm," You took a sip, "I do, but it's quite empty. All I really have planned is to do some writing and hopefully more of this."
Before she could question you, you stopped walking, tugging her into you so you could slip your arm around her waist, bringing your lips together. You kissed her a few times, sunglasses knocking a little, but you were both smiling like goofs, so it didn't really matter. Her lips were impossibly soft, and you loved pulling the little, nearly undetectable noises from her. Holding her to you was something you'd never get tired of, and you swooned over her fixing both your shades that had slipped a bit when you pulled back, savoring the taste of coffee from her mouth.
"Think you're smooth enough to score a third date in less than two days when you haven't even finished the second?" She mused lightly, "Should've known you were the cocky type by how you perform on stage."
"You love it." You muttered against her lips, and she hummed, throwing an arm around your neck to pull you in just close enough so she could kiss you.
You both turned to continue walking with your arm around her waist and hers around your shoulders, sipping from your cups. The sun was shining, warming the chilly air, and there was a soft breeze that kicked up once in a while, the wisps of her red hair going with it around her face. You couldn't see her eyes that well, but you could always tell when they were on you, the chill completely disappearing from the air and a warmth settling deep inside you.
"Baby," She kissed your hair and you hummed, her lips moving to your temple, "Care if I start calling you my girlfriend?"
You smiled widely at the question, ducking your head as your cheeks started to hurt, and she kissed your red cheek a few times while you took a moment before, "Sounds good to me."
She smirked against your skin, "Thought it might."
"Who's the cocky one now?"
She huffed jokingly, "My girlfriend's an Oscar winning, world famous popstar. I'm allowed some cockiness in my life."
"Okay," You sighed dramatically and then pointed up at her, "But no cock in your life. Just cocky."
She made a face, "You're so gross."
"What?" You teased, "Shouldn't be too gross since, you know...you apparently boned Bucky enough to live with him."
She paused in realization, "He told you."
"He did."
"I just wanted to make you jealous." She admitted lowly, ashamed, and you kissed the side of her neck, smiling.
"I know, babe. And it worked."
