Romanogers

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A/N: So I've written this twice, this is my second time actually. But I wanted to re-write it because I felt it was rushed.
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{Natasha's POV}
I held on to him, like I was afraid someone might take him away. His soft, warm skin instantly made me fall asleep. The steady betting of his heart made me relaxed. I closed my eyes slowly, drifting into a slumber.
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Time Laps
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When I woke up, Steve wasn't in bed. Where is he? I thought. So I rubbed my eyes threw on one of Steve's old baggy t-shirts and walked into the bathroom. The room was warm and sticky, like someone had taken a shower. I waited for my eyes to dilate before I walked any further. Once they did, I walked towards the shower and turned on the warm water. I stripped my clothes and stepped in the shower. I grabbed the bar of soap and started to lather my body in soap.

{Steve's POV}
I walked in my room. Our room. Where Natasha and I first shared laughs. Where we first kissed. The room smelled like Lavender. It was soothing, and it calmed me right down. Then I heard a sweet melody coming from the bathroom. It was Natasha singing Take me To Church by Hoizer. She has a voice of an angel. I walked quietly into the bathroom not interrupting her voice, but she stopped. "Can't hide from me Rogers." I stopped hoping she wouldn't see me. "Don't think I can't see your shadow?" "Alright, alright." I said with an Agitated voice. "You got me."
Once Natasha turned off the water she wrapped herself in a towel and walked to the closet to grab some clothes. I sat on the bed, watching we change. I love her smooth curves, her fiery red hair, and the softness of her lips when they crash into mine. She's so perfect. I thought.
When she finished, I got up and wrapped my arms around her waist ever so slightly. "You smell heavenly." She turned around in my arms and pecked at my lips. She broke away slowly, to where our foreheads had met. "I love you Ms. Romanoff" she looked into my eyes. I love how her emerald orbs stare at me and I can see all of her memories. It's like she's the memory keeper, and I'm just the one reading them. Her hands moved up to my neck. "I love you, Rogers." Her hands stopped once they reached my hair. Our lips met once more. Her hands kept running through my hair, and my hands kept making circles around her waists. Her tongue circled my lips as it entered my mouth. This was a deep kiss. She was trying to start something. But I didn't know what.
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A/N: Okay so how was that for a retry? I think it turned out well. I just used a mental movie to help me figure out what I would type. Hope you like it!
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