Accidentally on purpose

Chapter 2

Ooh, honey do you want me now?

Can't take it anymore, need to put you to bed.

Steve pressed his lips against Natasha's one more time before Natasha pulled away a bit as a frown had formed on her face. "This isn't right." She said quietly and Steve looked into her eyes before his hand left her cheek. "I'm sorry." Steve said, shaking his head a bit. Natasha sat up a little straighter and took another sip of her drink before glancing over at Steve again. She didn't understand what had made him kiss her. Did he feel attracted to her too? She sure had been feeling a deep attraction to Steve for years, but she let it be. The thought of Steve wanting to be more than friends didn't make sense in Natasha's mind. Besides, it could really ruin their friendship and he's with Sharon. Natasha did definitely not want to be the other woman. It wasn't just the fact that she really respected Sharon, but she also found the act terribly wrong. Let's just say her past had taught her a thing or two and she was definitely not going back to being that kind of person again. It was such a strange feeling though. As soon as Steve's lips had left hers, she desperately wanted to kiss him again. She was just thankful she hadn't been drinking that much. "I better go." Natasha said, grabbing her coat on the chair next to hers, putting it on. "You should go home to Sharon." She added, putting her hand on Steve's shoulder. Steve gave her a quick glance before he nodded. Natasha's hand left his shoulder and she disappeared out of the bar into the cold night air.

Steve stayed for a while longer in the bar, sighing now and then at his stupid behaviour. He didn't just kiss any girl, he kissed Natasha. His best friend. But that wasn't even the worst part. The worst part was that he liked it and that he wanted more. He wanted her. Steve desperately tried convincing himself that it was because of the fact that it was indeed Natasha Romanoff. How many men hadn't fallen to her feet or been too caught up in the moment to not think straight? He almost chuckled at how pathetic it all sounded in his head. He had been able not to kiss her for years, so that wasn't an excuse. He wasn't even sure there existed a proper excuse, only him being an asshole. Steve eventually paid for his beer before walking out of the bar to face reality again. Instead of reality, he was faced by a red headed woman standing down the street. Steve raised his eyebrows in a surprised but excited expression as he realised she hadn't left yet. Natasha looked straight forward into the air and hadn't noticed him yet. She pulled her coat around her body tighter even though it wouldn't help towards the cold air at all. She suddenly turned around a bit, hearing someone walk behind her, as her hair fell over her shoulder. Natasha shook her head a little as Steve walked up to her. "I'm not even sure why I stayed.." She began but didn't have time to finish the sentence as Steve's lips found hers again. Natasha's hand went around Steve's neck, pulling him closer as Steve grabbed her tightly by the waist. By every second that passed by, the kisses became deeper and more intense. Natasha was a little out of breath as she pulled away just a little bit from his lips, looking into his eyes. "We can't keep doing this." She said before pressing her lips onto his again. "Then why don't you stop?" Steve asked against her lips. Natasha and Steve paused the kisses for a few seconds, just staring into the other's eyes before they grabbed each other tighter and returned to the passionate kisses.

Somehow, at some time, they managed to get to Natasha's place. As soon as Natasha had unlocked the door, Steve pushed them into her apartment as his hands got a hold of her coat, dragging it off and letting it fall to the floor. His hands travelled over her black dress down her waist. Natasha felt a shiver down her spine by his touch and she let her quick hands undress him as fast as she managed between the passionate kisses. She brought him to her bedroom where Steve unzipped Natasha's dress as he kissed her neck softly, gently sucking a little on her skin. Natasha helped getting her dress off before turning around to face Steve again, dragging off his shirt. She pressed herself against him, feeling his skin against her own drive her mad. Steve's mind was filled with lust as he kissed Natasha again before putting her down on the bed. Her soft skin under his fingertips and her tongue with a slight taste of cheap alcohol cast a spell on him. He didn't think about the consequences and didn't even remember the fact that this wasn't the right thing to do. He had his entire life done what was right, and now, he didn't even question it. He simply couldn't stop. It was something about the moment. Something about her. Natasha's mind got dizzy by Steve's gentle but passionate touches and by the way his lips travelled onto her neck again. It felt so good. So right. But it was so wrong. Steve traced the kisses down her collarbone as Natasha realised that she wouldn't be able to stay away from him. She simply couldn't stop.

Steve woke up the next morning with his arms tightly around Natasha. Before he even opened his eyes, he placed small kisses on her neck right before he could smell her perfume. He slowly opened his eyes, realising it was a sleeping redhead in his arms and not Sharon. His actual girlfriend. Steve carefully pulled away from Natasha as curses ran through his head. He sat up on the other side of the bed and glanced over at Natasha. She was still peacefully asleep. Her bare back was facing him and her soft red hair spread out over the white pillow, almost making it glow in the early morning sun that slipped in through the window of Natasha's apartment. A sigh slipped between Steve's lips as he looked at her outstanding beauty. A sudden buzzing sound was heard from across the room and a curse escaped Steve's mouth as he quickly put on his boxers before running to get his phone. Natasha woke up immediately at the sound and dragged up the cover to shield her body as soon as she saw Steve. "Oh my god." Natasha mumbled as Steve kept cursing while looking down at his phone in his hands, seeing that it was Sharon who called. "It's Sharon." He said before looking over at Natasha who watched him with wide eyes. "We shouldn't have done this." Natasha said, shaking her head as disappointment over herself fell onto her back. "I can't answer.. I don't know what.." Steve started mumbling, putting his hand to his head. "We had both been drinking. I barley remember what.." Natasha started but Steve interrupted her. "I had one beer, and you know I can't get drunk." He said as he grabbed his jeans, quickly putting them on. Natasha sighed, dragging her hand through her hair as Steve got dressed. "This didn't happen, Steve." She suddenly said with a serious voice that made Steve look over at her. "You have to lie." She added. "I-I have to go." Steve said, but stood still for a while, just looking at Natasha who frowned a little as he didn't actually leave. "Steve, go." She said and Steve nodded. "I'm sorry." He said before hurrying home. Natasha laid down on the bed again as she heard Steve shut her front door shut. She put her hand on her forehead, sighing deeply as more and more memories of last night slipped into her mind causing her to get a very uncomfortable headache.

Steve literally ran home and the moment he stepped through the front door, he saw Sharon sitting on the couch. She stood up, putting her hands on her waist. "Where the hell have you been all night?" She asked, her whole face showing anger and confusion. "I'm sorry. I went for a walk and stopped at Tony's to just say hi and eventually fell asleep on his couch." Steve said, approaching Sharon. "You should have called! I was worrying sick all night." Sharon burst out and Steve nodded. "Yeah, I know. I know." He said. "I'm really sorry." Steve added, grabbing Sharon's hands from her waist. "And I'm sorry for last night. It was stupid." Sharon sighed at his words, looking down at her feet while doing so. "Are we okay? Please say we're okay." Steve added softly, making Sharon roll her eyes before giving him a soft kiss. "You drive me insane." She mumbled, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. Steve embraced her, holding her tightly but all that was running through his mind was how her waist didn't feel as good anymore. How her tight hug that usually calmed him down so much felt a little bizarre. All he could think about was another woman's waist and another woman's embrace. He wasn't just driving Sharon insane, he was driving himself insane.