bakerstreet | Secret dating et al

SECRET dating;

The fact that you're in a relationship with this person isn't public knowledge. Actually, no one knows about it except for the people involved. Maybe you guys are just private like that; on the other hand, it may be a necessity to keep things a secret from others. Maybe you're both team mates, and others on the team would give you grief, or you're not suppose to be dating, or you're not the type to usually date and you're only testing the waters. Perhaps it's the combination of you two, possibly an odd couple, that would bring some controversy or some teasing. Or, you know, you could not want to deal with friends and relatives being busybodies. Your reasons are your own.

Are you content with stealing moments to be together as a couple? Do you want to make your relationship known and the fact that you can't drives you batty? Remember, there are lots of benefits to dating in secret. You can be yourselves completely, away from prying eyes, and get to know each other better as potential longterm romantic partners. In a way, it's ideal.

...still, do you ever wish you could scream from the rooftops how much you care for your significant other?

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He couldn't quite help but smile, though. He smiled more as their kiss broke, but then blushed deeply at her question. Immediately all of his worries came flooding back and he glanced towards the doorway.

"I want to do it all," he murmured, awkward as he always was when admitting a sin.

"Want to?" Natasha licked her lips, holding back a chuckle as she watched his cheeks darken. The look she gave him was unblinking in its intensity. "Does that mean you want to, but you don't think you should?"

Her hands slid up to the sides of his neck, then further to cup his jaw, thumbs brushing over warm skin.

His eyes jerked back towards her again as her hands began to move, but his cheeks only darkened under her scrutiny. His response was breathless, and a little strangled. "Yeah..."

She guided him to lean in closer, catching his lower lip in a quick, nipping kiss. Natasha considered letting him go. They could part ways, meet again later in private—making Steve wait that long wouldn't be any less cruel than the alternative.

But he wasn't the only one who was tempted. "How quiet do you think you can be?"

He gave her another of those deer-in-headlights looks. "Um...how quiet do I need to be?"

Oh, Natasha liked those looks. She'd liked them more or less from the beginning. He seemed very genuine in those moments.

She smiled sinisterly. "That depends. How loud do you think you can be before Vision gets concerned and comes to check on us?"

Steve turned completely red, the flush running up his chest, across his cheeks, and up to the tips of his ears. "Er, well Vision's got pretty good hearing. But he also used to watch Tony with his gals, when he was JARVIS. Maybe he'll be discreet."

"As long as someone's discreet." Natasha's voice is playfully arch as she nips as she goes on her toes to nip at his jaw. Her hands are busy, undoing straps and buckles, looking for skin. She's not trying to get him out of his clothes as she's trying to get in in them.

She knows this can't last. That's not how things work out for the Black Widow. But for now—for now she's enjoying it. She's not thinking about the future—and oonly thinking about the risk as far as it adds some spice to the encounter.

He shivers and gasps softly, his eyes sliding shut as her hands pull at his belt and he feels it loosen. He's helpless against the inexorable tide of Natasha, like she's some kind of natural force.

His head tilts down and he kisses her with a soft sigh, hands slipping tighter around her waist.

"Well, we're not going to be, it seems," he murmurs against her mouth with a wry smile.

"I am always discreet," she returned with mock seriousness before stealing another kiss. With his hands around her waist, it's impossible not to notice how much bigger he has than her, or remember how strong. Someone who didn't know better might think, catching a glimpse of them, that Natasha was at a disadvantage. But only if they didn't know either of them well.

The kiss lingered on his lips, tantalizing, as she discarded his belt and gets one hand inside. Her fingers, slim but firm, calloused, traced over his abs, feeling hard muscle without his reinforced uniform in the way.

He kissed her harder, so her lips smother the groan that bubbled up in his throat. His breathing kicked up faster and his hands tightened on her waist as they kissed. His hips jerked forward, eager for her touch, and he made a soft, needy wordless sound.

If Natasha could swallow the sound, she would, drinking it in greedily. Her free hand goes to the back of his neck, her nails pressing into his skin as she holds him in the kiss. All the while, her other hand moves cleverly, circling him, stroking him. She's no less hungry for this than he is, no matter what face she puts on it.

There was something about the thrill of it that made this even more exciting, and ramped up his desire for her to an even higher level. Her hand was driving him crazy and he shuddered, squeezing his eyes shut.

"N-Nat..." he whispered, desperately. He moved his hands around her waist and worked at her fly, tugging her jeans down a little.

She leaned back against the wall, looking up at him with eyes dark with desire as she catches her breath. Her hand didn't stop moving. Every stroke was deliberate, well aware of the effect she was having on him.

"You want more?" Her voice came out low and smokey, pitched not to carry. "If this is enough for you, we could save the rest for later...? When it's safer."

As though Steve had ever been one to play safe.

"Hell no," he murmured, low and deep in his own way. His hands clenched and lifted, and he pressed her against the wall, bracing her with one super-strong hand as he tugged her pants down with the other.

Natasha did her best not to lose her grip on him, even as her hand stilled, fingers firm around the hot, hard shape of his cock. Her breath caught though as he lifted her, feeling the strength in his body and trusting him with it.

She shimmied, helping him pull her jeans down over her hips.

"Not surprised."

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The touch was overwhelming, her hands busy and skilled. He managed to strip her jeans off and pressed in close again, settling her slowly onto his cock. "Nat..." he moaned softly.

Her hand was skilled, but her body as she sank down on his cock was warm and slick, soft as he pushed into her. Her legs wrapped around him, looking for balance, and finally he has the honor of Natasha's expression look something other than entirely in control.

He supported her weight easily as he guided her down, pressing her back against the wall as she sank onto his cock. His eyes were wide, gazing hungrily at her face. There was nothing more beautiful, he thought, then those few moments when he saw through the masks that Natasha showed the world, to the woman beneath.

But he can only look for so long. As he starts to thrust into her, his eyes slipped shut and his face went slack with ecstasy.

There was a moment of stillness and silence, barely breathing as he seats himself inside of her, stretched around him. Then he was moving, and Natasha's breathing hitched. She held back on moans or murmuring encouragement, following her own advice.

He didn't need guidance, though. She wrapped her arms around him, her legs and her inner walls tensing around him as she presses her back against the wall.

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