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He
grunted in response, looking at her despite that small flicker of embarrassment
growing. He couldn’t place why, maybe because as uncomfortable as he was with
public displays of affection, that had been entirely something different and…

And,
he couldn’t explain it. There was no sense to the shame he felt, more-so as if
he had somehow let Romanoff down despite not. She looked happy, to say the
least. Satisfied like a cat, eyes glinting with an all too proud look. Steve was
almost mortified, he had come apart so easily and he hadn’t been able to do
anything about it.

Steve
reached over to her, quickly and smoothly lifting her right out of her seat and
pulling her into his lap. He wanted to hold her, his hands had felt useless
when he hadn’t been able to touch her, or to even really move. Now they held
her gently, and that dull ache in his chest that his annoyance caused began to
fade, but the embarrassment lingered.

He
kissed her again, as if somehow she was the cure for all of this. And he was
slow to break it, then buried his face into her shoulder.

“You’re,” his words were quiet, and muffled, his lips grazing her skin. “very good at… that.”

That had probably been the most risky thing she had ever
done, accomplished in public. She couldn’t help but let her eyes wander and if
anyone had seen they weren’t acting like it or hadn’t cared. But she felt
certain no one had been the wiser during the storm and the distracting
turbulence. And she was pretty sure that they weren’t the first to engage in
such acts, the mile high club came to mind and while they could’ve gone there,
this, in Natasha’s opinion had turned out way more fun.

She relaxed herself, shifting a bit to get more comfortable—

Until she found herself being quite literally pulled out of
her seat and onto his lap. It threw her for a bit of a loop, completely unexpected.
She had expected him to just be quiet, even embarrassed and perhaps he was, but
this could be a way to hide it. She didn’t know. All she knew was that she was
in his lap and he was kissing her and frankly that’s all that mattered.

Over the initial first reaction, she let her arms twine
around him as best she could and leaned against him, chuckling a bit at his
admission, a compliment she supposed.

“Mm. Practice.” Was her response, a bit tongue in cheek of
one, but it was the truth. She pressed her lips to his hair before resting her
head against his contently. “And I intend to get a lot more.” Though not right
now, but when opportunities arose of course.

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For her own personal amusement, Natasha left her hand on his
leg, letting it slide up dangerously high the entire time the Flight Attendant
stood right there in front of them, she even curled her fingers, lightly digging
her nails into the denim of his jeans all while being absolutely profession in
her expression and demeanor towards the other woman.

Inwardly she was absolutely amused, down right tickled pink
even.

Her bold gesture had paid off, she could tell he was more
relaxed, but she was all too certain he was a lot of other things too and she
was absolutely pleased with herself and it showed in the gleam of her eyes and
the upward slant to the corners of her lips. In fact it was taking a lot of
personal effort on her part not to just start laughing, the rush of adrenaline
still roaring through her veins and the taste of him in her mouth was honestly
wonderful and she knew this would not be the last time she’d render him
absolutely incapable with her hands and mouth, though she’d do him a favor and
the next time would be tucked away behind closed doors, which would give her
more freedom as well to truly enjoy him.

And with fingertips still drenched in his scent which she
used to turn his face back to her for a moment she pressed that smirking pout
of hers to his, kissing him deeply, adding to the situation and allowing him to
taste himself on her lips and within her mouth before pulling away slowly, but
remaining pressed against him, her shoulder to his.

“Do you need a blanket or a pillow?” She inquired, giving
his leg a pat and her head coming to rest on his shoulder. She had no doubt at
all he would seek retribution and that was all fine and dandy with her.  

forever got the high ground.

XD points for you.

There are moments when she finds she could stare at him for
hours having all sorts of thoughts that entertain her greatly and are extremely
inappropriate. She thought about him before they were even doing anything
during a particularly boring as fuck SHIELD meeting his hand slipping between
her legs beneath the table and making it far less boring at least for her. She
would be quiet of course, not even move while he entertained her. There were
other thoughts too about dark corners on Quinjets, his hand over her mouth to
keep her quiet.

But the best one, the most inappropriate had to be one
rather warm summer’s day, out by Stark’s pool while eating a red, white and
blue popsicle. It was a 4th of July party for all the Avengers at
the time and She sat there, watching while Steve enjoyed a game of volleyball
in the pool with Clint, Sam and Rhodey and she couldn’t help but imagine him
swimming over to her, taking the popsicle and proceeding to trail it across her
skin, tracing the outline of her bikini, which he had given her an odd look for
earlier that day before removing the top and swirling the melting, sticky edge
of cold treat across her nipples, then leaning forward to lick them clean.

i thought it said you lived in mosquito…

XD nope

It’s a type of tree that the valley was over ran with when people first settled here. 

Legit both the city AND the valley are named after the two things the settlers had the biggest problems with the damn trees and the damn river. 

❤ thank you Lovely.