Getting to Know You

Hunger

Steve woke up with a shock electrifying his body, and a wave of warmth flew through him, his body feeling as strong as before; familiar, intact. It didn't take him long to realize he was lying on a hospital bed, white curtains surrounding him to give him boundaries from the other patients.

Everything felt just like before. Except for one thing.

But he doesn't know what.

He is certainly missing something, though.

He yanked off his own infusion hose harshly, and got to his feet, the empty feeling strong up to the fiber of his being.

"Nurse..." He hoarsely called.

"Oh my God, sir!" A lady came up to him and helped him stand upright, guided him back to his bed. "Sit back down, let me call the doctor for you."

Steve just nodded, taking fast deep breaths, burying deep his inexplicable desire to find what is missing. Whatever it is.

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The doctor did a last check-up on him before finally letting him go. After that he was driven back to the Avengers base, and was dragged to a debrief with Nick Fury. The man gave him a very long lecture on how things should've gone, also a very clear description of how each of his team members are doing right now. He said all of them are doing very well on their recovery and that Steve was the last one to return to base. When Steve was dismissed, he walked down the halls composedly, trying to act cool and fine while deep inside he's frantically screaming for his lost need.

But what does he need? Why can't he figure it out? How can he not know this?"

"Captain! Glad to see you back." Sam struck him surprised by sneaking up behind him and suddenly tapping on his back.

"Oh, hi. Glad to see you too." Steve muttered quietly, staring out the window. Peggy? No. Bucky? No. Food? Absolutely not.

"Not even a smile on the captain's face? Come on." Sam playfully mocked. "How about some Mario Kart, cap?"

"Who wants some burgers?" This time Rhodey entered the premises, carrying a whole doggybag filled with delicious smelling goodies.

"Did I just smell food?" Wanda practically flown herself into the room.

"I still cannot understand the human desire for unhealthy food." The Vision came along right beside her, eliciting a laugh from Wanda.

"FOOD!" The Falcon literally ran towards Rhodey to snatch the package from him.

"Alright, alright! Be patient, jeez." Rhodey laughed as he put the doggy bag on the kitchen counter. Everybody else surrounded it like hungry animals. Steve didn't.

He was just...not hungry.

"Cap, should I grab one for you?" Sam asked.

"I got one for Romanoff too. Do you think she would like some?"

That last sentence perked up his ears. Romanoff. "Where is she?"

"In her room. She just came back yesterday. Been locking herself in her room all day."

Steve quickly snatched those two burgers from Sam's grip and without even looking at another direction headed towards none other than Natasha's room.

"Whoa. What was that all about." Sam scoffed, turning to the other Avengers and they all gave him various looks.

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"Natasha." He breathed her name hard, and deep. He wanted to say her name. He didn't know why but he wanted to. He knocked hard on her door, anxiously inflamed with a burning feeling inside him.

The door swung open almost right after he knocked it.

And Natasha looked into his eyes with the same hungry look that he knew he must've given her ever since he laid eyes on her.

They didn't know where they'd start, or why did they start. All they knew is that they wanted each other. Long for each other's touch, the smell of each other, the sound of each other, the feeling of pleasure for one another.

Steve found himself on her bed, quickly undressing himself while she undressed herself, his lips making sure they touched every inch of her exposed skin,because every moan that she gave him was a blessing, every touch was a blissful joy,

but it wasn't until he entered her he knew he found his eternal delight.

He kept his eyes open the whole time while she struggled to keep hers open as well, never wanting to be apart, not for a second, lips clashing together in a dirty, wet, hot kiss and body tangled with one another, greedy fingers snaking up and down, scratching and claiming every inch that they could touch, the sounds of their breaths fill the air as well as the sound of the bed creaking and their pelvises slamming one another. They rolled on the bed to change positions, not even a word uttered to one another but simply gestures and races on who claims what first, but in the end they came back to where they started; his body sheltering above hers, his fingers treaded with hers above her head, as she let out a loud whine, releasing all her juices to the messy sheets, not even caring who can hear them.

It took Steve a while longer but all the while she kept whispering and nipping in his ear, sucking on his neck leaving a dark bruising hickey, biting on his lower lip and encouraging him to come. He finally did, coming right inside her, making her moan from the warm feeling of come filling her insides. He was maybe even a little louder than she was, and at the end he dropped his tired, sweaty body on top of her, head on the crook of her neck, both of them breathing in rapid speed. She tapped softly on his sweaty back, nipping and sucking gently on the lobe of his ear. He let her, enjoying the feeling, but he knew it would feel better if he'd just kiss her lips, so he did, nuzzling their noses and finally putting their lips together for a long, deep kiss.

It was still noon,

And was only the beginning.