Right or Wrong? {complete}

Moving in Part 2

Steve (POV)
On the weekend I spend most of my Saturday helping Natasha moving boxes to my apartment. I offered to move into hers instead but she insisted she come to me.
But I couldn't deny it, the first thought of her now officially belonging in my bed made me smile.

Getting to wake up with her every morning, having breakfast together, coming home to her. I couldn't help but be overwhelmed with joy.

So when she says "Did somebody win the lottery today?" With a classic grin, I reply with the only thing that's true "With my good luck, I might as well have."
She doesn't say anything just gives me a smile full of love as she loads the last box. It doesn't take long to empty her apartment since she barley has anything in it. I was so surprised when I first saw how little she had.
Nothing but a couch a small tv, a bookshelf full of a couple books, a bed, and nothing in her kitchen cabinets besides two cups and plates and one pot. All the walls were bare, the obnoxious white almost making it unbearable.

When I asked her why, she said it comes in handy for when she is in an emergency situation and she has to move quickly. I repeated to her what I said on our first mission together. "That's a though way to live, Nat." She played along "Its a good way to survive, Rogers."

We fit all the stuff in her Mercedes in one trip. I clear out a few of my drawers for her and leave her most of the space in the closet which she fills with all sorts of jeans and leggings and hoodies. She's never really been the fancy type, yet I noticed she dedicated a quarter of her side for her few dresses.

I know I asked her to move in with me like it was a casual thing to say but it really does mean a lot. I mean the black widow: the incredibly smart, independent, super strong spy isn't typically the kind of girl who settles down with a man. Much less actually settles down.
But then again I am a super soldier I remind myself and whatever I'm doing it's working because otherwise she wouldn't be in my arms right now.

A smile creeps across my face as I look down at her. "I love you too Steve." She says, reading my thoughts. I try to play it off "I never said-" she cuts me off "You were thinking it." I look at her in disbelieve knowing she didn't even glance at me before reading my mind.

"How did you.... you didn't even look at me." Once again she stops me short "I know you Rogers." Once again I'm smiling like an idiot as I lean up on my arm and look down at her. "What?" She asks when I don't stop staring. "You..." I continue smiling, almost laughing at her."
"What is it!?" She shrieks, getting impatient. "You..." I get lost in her eyes. I see her loosing the one once of patience she had left. "You... are something else Romanoff." She responds by pulling me to her. Our lips meet passionately. The kiss deepens until we can't hold our breath any longer.

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The next morning I crawl slowly out of bed over to the stand where I open the drawer trying to find a gym shirt. Natasha sits up on the bed and watches me. To my disadvantage the drawer I open is actually Natasha's and it reveals a chest full of lacey bras and underwear. I quickly close the drawer, my neck heating up, but I can't help myself from blushing up as red as Natasha's hair.

She laughs. And then I see her get an idea. She climbs out of the bed wearing nothing but a thin, short silk nightgown. "It's nothing you haven't seen before Rogers." She coes in a seductive voice, her morning curls falling in a perfect mess. "Or does it still make you uncomfortable?." She asks as she gently draped her arms around my neck, talking only a centimeter away from my lips. "That's not exactly the word I word use." And with that we are.... well let's just say we have a little bit of fun before we stride into work, late.

***Sorry for a short chapter. I decided it was time for some fluff.****