Romanogers: One shots

Hidden Desire

*explicit? Maybe?*

They were drunk.

Not that it was an excuse, but it definitely affected them.

Neither were sure who instigated it, perhaps it was a mutual thing as they swayed around the dance hall with their arms around one another as part of the usual charade when they were both on a mission together. Happily married couple, here on holiday to celebrate a birthday or anniversary. Whatever fitted the role better. She had thrown back another champagne, the bubbles making her feel light and airy, so much so she thought she'd imagined what he had murmured in her ear, so low and so out of character she didn't know she heard right.

They shared a look as the song ended, both holding one another a little too long in the silence after it whole no words were exchanged. Only looks. It had never been like this before, this electric and tempting, not that either of them could remember. But when she stepped out in a floor length golden gown, and him in his navy tux, both their stomachs flipped. Sure, they knew they were both attractive human beings, and flirted and teased all the time. Yet, something about tonight was different. An irresistible force pulling them together, and the alcohol removing them from the usual senses.

She pulled him off the dance floor, and he followed, letting go of her hand as she pressed the button for the elevator when they were in the lobby. His arm snaked around her waist, pulling her back to him, his hold secure but attentive as his thumb brushed her hip bone softly.

It was end game from there.

The mission was forgotten, target long lost, off home to their mansion and illegal network hidden in the hills most likely. Not that either of them gave a damn at that point. She pressed the button to their floor, but he huffed impatiently as others got in beside him, brining an arrogant smirk to her lips at his eagerness.

Natasha opened the hotel room door, with him pressed against her back, impatient as she was after what felt like the longest elevator ride in history. She turned to urgently capture his lips with her as he pulled her in close, kicking the door behind him sharply with a bang. She reached for the light switch but he was driving her back step by step so quickly that it was forgotten and they remained in darkness. Steve was leaning her against the nearest wall without hesitation while his large hands were roaming her curves, gently squeezing all the right spots to make her gasp and grip at him. Hungry for more.

How long had she wanted this?

How long had he?

She undid his tie swiftly, throwing it to the side as his hand roamed up along her thigh pushing the fabric of the dress to the side. Her body trembled already at his touch, as he freed her lips to move to her neck, sucking and biting as she moaned softly and gripped his shoulders. Both of them ignored the thoughts on how they would report that their mission had failed, they'd be returning empty handed. Natasha Romanoff had returned with no injuries except the hickeys on her slim neck, and Steve Rodgers with the faint scratched on his back.

Their clothes became lost on the floor beneath them, the idea of bed long forgotten in their desperation to have one another. Worried if they slowed down they'd realise what they were doing and it would crumble away into awkward redressing and never ending silence. Consequences were for the afterwards.

Her legs wrapped around his waist as he pressed her back into the wall, connecting into her as she gasped softly while he groaned in what sounded like relief. Her lips melted against his neck in passionate kisses, hands tangling in blonde hair as he proved that not everyone needed practice. Not when you were Steve Rogers.