Precisely as planned. Natasha offered
out the wallet, but then pulled him in by
the belt loops until their hips were flush
against each other. “I am happy,” she
murmured, only now deigning to lower
her voice for the sake of privacy. Natasha
knew that he had already been seen. Now
this was just perks. If Captain America
and Black Widow were escorted out of
an H&M for inappropriate conduct, she
would consider that an hilarious bonus.
"Kiss me."
Never in a hundred years (or 90 in the
case of Steve) did he expect to be the
kind of guy who would sneak into the
dressing room with a beautiful woman.
He expected to go slower than that, to
be honest. Much, much slower. Still, he
wasn’t about to blow his chance with a
woman as incredible as Natasha. Any
order she gave him was good enough
for him. Though, he wouldn’t just do
it without putting a flair on it that made
it perfect, “You think you’re the one who
gives the orders, huh?”
Of course, he didn’t wait for an answer,
closing the gap between their lips, his
strong hands grasping the spy’s hips.