Imagining Steve

First Kiss

"What's up your ass?" Natasha walked into my room, glancing at the sorry state of it. I was flinging my things everywhere, there were piles of random crap all over my room.

"The Damn idiot still hasn't kissed me," I muttered, trying to find a good outfit for my date tonight.

She whistled, shutting my door and strolling inside, inspecting my closet and floor. She was probably going to pick a suggestion for what I was going to wear tonight. I had my sluttiest/most revealing dresses laid out on my bed. She took one look at those and shook her head, a smile playing on her lips.

"He'll never kiss you if you wear one of those," she bent down suddenly, spotting something on the floor. "Aha!"

She held up a navy dress triumphantly, looking at it, analyzing it. It was cute, I really liked that dress. It went down to my knees and clung to my body in all the right places, but it didn't scream sexy. It was a modest dress, it had sleeves that went to my elbows.

I bit my lip, I really loved that dress, but I'd really love stealing a kiss from Steve. I didn't know if the dress would cut it.

Nat laughed at my hesitation, "C'mon, it's Steve, he'll enjoy looking at you a whole lot more if you're not exposing every curve. Now put it on and give me a twirl," she commanded.

I quickly stripped to my underwear and put the dress on, whatever Natasha commanded, you did. I twirled on my heels, coming to a stop and facing her.

"What do you think?" I asked hesitantly, the dress was also super comfy. She nodded, and with a smile pointed me to my bathroom.

"Now, hair and makeup."

About 30 minutes later she had done my makeup and curled my hair. I don't know how Nat did it, but her ninja skills were unrivaled. Whenever I curled my hair it took about an hour and a half, yet somehow Natasha managed to do it in a fifth or so of the time.

"Thanks, Nat. I really appreciate this." I had been steady dating Steve for a month, and he still hadn't even kissed me. I mean, sure he was old fashioned and shy when it came to PDA, but I was absolutely determined to steal a kiss tonight. Whether he liked it or not.

Natasha smiled, "Anytime." I exited my bathroom, hunting around for heels. I lived in the Stark tower like the rest of the team, but I had fully stocked my room, making the most of every inch. I had a shoe rack in my closet, and I quickly found a pair of black heels that looked perfect with the dress. I then proceeded to shove everything into my closet, I wasn't about to let Steve see the mess when he picked me up from my room.

Natasha was looking at me with an amused expression, holding back the laughter at my frantic attempt to clean my room. I shoved clothes in the closet, hurled books back on my shelves, and threw shoes onto the rack in the closet. I quickly cleared the dishes from my small kitchen, hiding them in a cabinet I kept empty just for that purpose. I looked around the room, checking to see if I'd missed anything.

Luckily, it all looked decent, because a few moments later I heard a knock on the door. I swallowed back a strangled noise of excitement, exuberance, and nerves. Nat laughed at me again as I raced up to the door, composed myself, and opened it.

I felt an automatic smile dance across my lips as I looked up into his turquoise eyes, feeling a thrill when he flashed his own shy smile.

"Hey, Steve!" I said enthusiastically, leaning against the door casually. He looked down at me, his eyes looking me over. He actually seemed a bit nervous, and I held back most of a grin. A few traces of amusement leaked through as I realized that maybe my style of cuter clothing had been the way to go all along.

He seemed at a loss for words, and Natasha snickered, coming up to stand behind me, crossing her arms like a disapproving mother. I myself was a little smitten by his outfit. He wore a dark blue shirt that set of his eyes perfectly, and black slacks. I couldn't take my eyes off of him.

"Bring her back by One," she said mock sternly, and I grinned up at him.

"Ignore her, I haven't had a curfew since I was 16." I moved forward, taking his hand and towing him away from my door and through the living room of the tower.

He chuckled softly, following behind me eagerly. Once we reached the elevator I halted, "Where are we going? You said that you knew a great restaurant?"

"I'll take the lead from here then," he offered, avoiding informing me of where we were going. 

I sighed, "You're not going to tell me are you?" I exaggerated a pout, looking up at him, batting my eyes for good measure. The elevator dinged, and we stepped out into the ground floor garage.

He glanced down at me, trying to resist smiling. He failed, "That'd ruin the surprise."

I looked at him questioningly, but he kept his lips sealed. We made our way to his motorcycle, and then I remembered that I was wearing a dress.

"Hmm, maybe wearing a dress on a motorcycle wasn't a good idea," I mused. He didn't answer, so I turned back to face him, still holding his hand, to find him examining me again. When he noticed that I'd noticed, he blushed.

I felt a smirk play across my lips, it wasn't my fault if my dress hiked up my legs a bit, right? I released his hand, walking to the side of the motorcycle and swinging onto it. "Stop staring and get on the cycle," I teased, sliding back so he could get on in front of me.

He was about to protest, but at the sight of my dress pushed up to my mid thigh, he swallowed nervously. He tore his eyes away, and I found myself greatly enjoying his discomfort. He climbed onto the motorcycle quickly, starting the engine. As soon as he was on I slid my arms around his waist from the back, holding onto him.

He didn't bother offering me a helmet. One, we were both super soldiers. Two, the ride would probably be fairly short. He quickly speeded off, and I held on tighter, I hated riding on the back of a motorcycle. I had my own cycle that Tony had tricked out for me, but I refused to ride behind anyone on a motorcycle, unless it was Steve. Something about him made me feel a whole lot safer. However, that didn't mean that I trusted the bike itself.

We made it to a small little Italian place fairly quickly, and once he had parked he hopped off of the bike, and offered me his hand. I took it immediately, sliding off the bike. I used my free hand to smooth my dress down, and he tried to avert his eyes politely. But I knew he was looking, and I didn't care.

"So, Italian?" I asked, looking up at him while still clutching his hand. I interlocked our fingers, walking as close to him as I dared.

"You've mentioned that you enjoy Italian," he smiled down at me. We crossed the small parking lot quickly, and I was glad that it was a summer night. If it hadn't been, I would've been frozen to death in this dress, even if it had long sleeves and a decently long skirt.

As we walked, I stopped, no way in hell was I going to kiss him for the first time right after eating. He looked down at me, confused as to why I'd halted right outside the restaurant. I looked up at him, and feeling a little courageous I leaned up on tiptoes and brought my lips to his.

He made a strangled surprised noise, but his own lips responded to mine. His free hand settled on my hip, and it took me a moment to realize that we were out in the open. I broke away, more than a little embarrassed. I glanced up at him with a sheepish smile, a faint blush dusting my cheeks.

"I, um, I had to do that before I got garlic breath from dinner." I admitted, only now realizing that his hand was still holding mine, and that his other hand was still on my hip. His eyes looked darker, more intense, but he still looked very shocked.

"Did that make you uncomfortable?" I asked with a wince, hoping that hadn't been too much.

"That's not exactly what I'd call it," he admitted. I guessed that he was alluding to enjoying it? Or something to that effect.

"You know what? Maybe we should skip the Italian, get something at the Tower instead." He offered, and I grinned.

"Or we could just take this," I referenced our obviously heated moment. "Somewhere more private?"

"Private would be good," he agreed as I pulled him with me back to the motorcycle.