Touch till you taste (all the time we've wasted)

"Your girlfriend wouldn't be too happy to see this." Natasha spoke in a rough voice, trying to catch her breath.

"She's not my girlfriend." Steve shook his head, his eyes turning south.

"But you kissed her. So that has to mean something." She smirked. It was uncomfortable talking to him about this but there was no stopping now.

"I made a mistake -"

"So did her lips met yours by accident? Is that what you're trying to tell me?" Natasha huffed in exasperation. Steve dropped his gaze at her in disbelief, his grip was just too damn tight he could almost tore the sleeves of her cardigan. The gusty air didn't help either, note that she was only wearing a tank top underneath. Great.

-x-

Between Sharon and burner phones, Natasha was unsure which one made her even more frustrated. She wasn't jealous - not anywhere near that... or so she thought. Post - Captain America: Civil War. Romanogers.