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It was peaceful on the property. Natural sounds, birds chirping, and the sound of the whistling wind. Natasha hadn't heard such tranquility in a long time. Ever since the civil war, she had been constantly on the move, mostly in big cities where she stayed in cheap hotels. It was always noisy there, and she often had sleepless nights. But it was nothing new for her. It had often been the case during longer missions that she couldn't close her eyes due to the noise. Natasha is a light sleeper and can wake up from any tiny noise, which is good as it allows her to quickly awaken to potential danger. However, the downside is the many sleepless nights she has had to endure. Therefore, the newfound silence is something she is very happy about.
From the car, she could vaguely see the large trailer. The window had so many fingerprints that it was not easy to have a clear view. She quietly got out of the car and became more aware of the sounds of nature, which were louder than before. There was truly no one around. It was calm, and it was beautiful.
She quickly walked towards the trailer with skillfully silent steps, slowly pulling out the black firearm from her back pocket, getting closer to the trailer. She quickly opened the metal door and looked around to assess any danger. As she continued towards the bedroom, she could see a figure through the crack in the door. She smiled slightly when she realized it was Mason. She pushed the door with her foot and was greeted by the loud snoring. The longer she listened to the snoring, the more it annoyed her. She had always found snoring annoying, just like smacking sounds. Goosebumps were guaranteed.
Natasha bent down briefly to study Mason before she kicked him forcefully with her foot to wake him up. He flinched before gathering himself. She glanced at him briefly. "You're in my bed," she said softly.
"I'm... I'm not even under the covers," Mason mumbled to himself. She didn't respond and headed towards the kitchen. As she walked, she took a closer look at the trailer and briefly wondered about its retro decor.
"Do you have everything from my list?" she asked.
"Got passports, entry visas, a couple of local driver's licenses. Mix and match, you should be able to stretch it to 20 or so identities." She examined the papers and paused at a driver's license that said Fanny Longbottom, looking at him with an amused "are you kidding me" expression.
"Fanny Longbottom?" Nat asked.
"What?"
"Are you twelve?" Natasha added, laughing. Fanny Longbottom was a ridiculous name.
Mason looked somewhat offended and jokingly insisted that it was a legitimate name. "We've got a generator outside. It's petrol-powered. And the septic tank will need a flush in a couple of weeks, but, you know, I've got a guy coming for that. You have to haul your rubbish into town. It's just a 20-minute drive. I've got your basic hardware kit stashed under the stairs," he explained in an impressive rapid pace with his British accent.
"Nice," Natasha simply replied, looking down to avoid eye contact.
"Are you okay?" Mason asked.
Nat wasn't sure what gave the impression that she wasn't doing well. She was a good actress. Sure, the past few weeks had been tough. She was without Steve and completely on her own. Since Nat and Steve got married shortly before the civil war started, she hadn't been separated from him for such a long time. They had been apart for weeks before, too. That was also very hard to endure. However, she had never been apart from Steve for as long as now, and she would be lying if she said that the thought of him didn't ache in her chest. She longed for her husband and wanted to be near him again. Moreover, she could hardly wait to see her favorite person again. But still, her mood was gloomy because doubts about Mason's plan kept creeping into her mind.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Nat replied.
"I hear things. You know, something about the Avengers getting divorced..." Mason quickly said.
"Ugh. It's fine." She picked up a hair tie from the table and nervously played with it. "Has he reached out to you in any way?" she added softly, hoping not to come across as a dramatic wife.
"He hasn't contacted me. I would have told you right away if he had. But I believe he'll come. We're meeting at the harbor at 7. It will work out," Mason quickly replied to relieve some of her worries.
An "okay" escaped Nat's lips, and she looked up to gaze at Mason again.
Mason looked at her for a long time until it became almost awkward when he finally said, "You can tell me, you know. If you have something. That's the way the whole friends thing works."
"I know. I have friends." Natasha said of course, looking into his eyes.
"People who have friends don't call me."
She frowned at him briefly before taking a deep breath in and out. "And I don't pay to worry." she said simply.
He looked at her for a moment before slowly moving out of the trailer and towards the door. He briefly held onto the doorframe with both hands as he walked out, moving at a normal pace out of her reach.
"Oh hey" she nudged the box with her feet. "What's all this junk?"
"Oh, just some Mail and Personals from your husband's Budapest safe house."
"Husband" still sounded so strange to Nat's ears. Especially when others say so. She frowned. "Budapest?"
"Yeah. Budapest."
Her forehead was now covered with deep wrinkles. "No, it's "Budapest"."
"Budapesssst." Mason said
"Budapest."
"It's Budapest." Whereby Natasha stretched out the "sh" to make it understandable.
"Whatever. I Knew he's not going back there so I've got someone else in the flat now.
Natasha was dying to ask when he was there, but she refused to ask. She looked at him silently before he left.
She watched the trailer properly, looked in the closets to find useful things and then went outside to get her backpack with her things from the car. She opened it and pulled out a rolled up gray hoodie. It was dirty and needed washing. It was Steve's hoodie but he didn't smell like him anymore as it had been so long since Steve had worn it. Natasha put the hoodie on the countertop and dug the rest out of her big backpack. She didn't have many clothes what she was wearing and a few changes. She went through her clothes for flecks and peeked and found that only the hoodie needed a wash.
While she hopefully waited for him, she cleaned up the trailer mess. Stow away her clothes and hand washed the polo shirt with curd soap. Nat took a quick shower and then put the same clothes back on. She was looking for groceries but only found a can of expired beans. She had to go shopping. However, it was too late and she was too exhausted to go shopping now. And Steve should come to that at any time. It was 7.20pm and with each ticking of the clock Natasha was getting more nervous.
Just as she was about to go to the back to lie down and wait for Steve there, the door opened. That must be him!
"Nat?"
Now that the door was fully open, Natasha got a glimpse of her husband. She couldn't describe how happy she was to finally see him again.
She took a handful of quick steps towards him and then many things happened at once. She clung to him and kissed him, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks at the same time. But when their mouths met, she accidentally slammed his mouth so hard that she pulled away in pain. But the pain was quickly forgotten when she looked into his face and just wanted to kiss him.
She pulled him towards her a little more slowly and kissed him for the first time after more than 3 months of separation. The kiss was soft and his lips just felt right. She didn't even notice how much she missed his lips until she could finally kiss him again. Steve slowly pushed his tongue into her mouth to finally be able to taste her again. Natasha moaned a little at the feel of his tongue in her mouth. She had missed it so much. She had missed him.
After a heated smooch, they broke apart and locked eyes. "I missed you so much, I love you." Said Natasha. "I didn't know if you were coming." Added her.
"I keep coming back to my best girl." Steve said calmly and had to take her shortly afterwards. He wanted to see if she was hurt somewhere, but couldn't find anything.
"You have a beard." came from Natasha. At first, his short full beard didn't really bother her because she could only concentrate on kissing him and being happy that he had come. She silently stroked her husband's jaw with two fingers and studied him carefully. She concluded that she found it sexy. "The beard looks sexy on you." she voiced her thoughts.
Steve laughed and kissed her 6 times in quick succession. "I love you. Not a day went by that I didn't think about you. I missed you so much baby."
She looked at him with sparkling eyes and a smile. She still couldn't believe her luck. Finally seeing Steve again was a wish that had not been fulfilled for more than 3 months and now he was just standing here. Without a scratch and handsome with a beard. Nat noticed that he was still standing in the doorway and pulled him in by the large black backpack he was carrying. She closed the door behind him and let him look around for himself
"It's not as nice as our apartment in Brooklyn, but it's a start, isn't it?" she said hoping he likes it.
He took off his backpack and turned 180 degrees to face Natasha again. "It's perfect while you're around." he said with loving eyes and went back to her to kiss her deeply and deeply. "God, did I miss that. Just being able to kiss you." He said between long and deep kisses.
Natasha wrapped her arms around his neck and took off his dirty dark blue new era cap to get a good look at his hair. Nat ran her fingers through and found that they were a little greasy. He might need a shower. Although he didn't even smell bad, maybe he used perfume before you arrived. His hair grew longer and she liked that too. Why didn't the beard and long hair come sooner. Sure Steve already looked like the tastiest treat in the world. But this new look was different. He looked older and more mature. And above all secretly sexy. Now it would be even harder to avoid looking at all the women.
She just couldn't stop smiling like him and so it happened that they just looked at each other for a long time and smiled strongly. They kissed one last time before Natasha broke down with a heavy heart and showed him the trailer. As she led Steve into the bedroom, she asked him to take his luggage with him so that he could sort it into the cupboards there. She explained to him what Mason said about the garbage and the water supply and went back into the kitchen, followed by him. She leaned casually against the worktop and had to use it 3 times in a very short space of time. Since he hasn't taken off his thick jacket yet, she pulled him close and undid the buttons of his lumberjack jacket with skillful fingers. He looked at her through half-closed eyes.
"Where is it from?" Natasha asked casually. The jacket was unknown to her, so she asks.
"Sam gave it to me when I had to flee quickly." he answered as she slipped the jacket off his broad shoulders. Under the jacket he wore a white t-shirt which wrapped tightly around his muscles.
She nodded and stroked his stomach and chest muscles. And he kissed her again lovingly. This kiss was passionate and slow and aroused a feeling in Natasha's stomach that she hasn't felt in a long time. Nat slowly ran her fingers under his shirt and scratched it with her short nails. That let him exhale easily. "I want to make love with you." Steve said simply. "I haven't felt you for a long time, baby." She nodded and continued kissing him.
Steve lifted her onto the somewhat small countertop, opened her legs and stood between them. He stroked her tight black jeans and tugged lightly. Then he looked at Nat briefly before he kissed her passionately again. Natasha wrapped her fingers around his waist to feel his back. His fingers wandered to her waistband to fiddle with the zipper there. He slowly pulled him down and broke the kiss briefly to take off her pants. As he bent down to remove his pants and tugged at her ankles, Natasha looked down at him and grinned like a little schoolgirl. As he removed his pants and stood up again, he gave her an amused look.
"What?" he asked laughing.
She shook her head with a giggle and replied, "I'm glad you're here, that's all. I just love you so much."
"I love you too sweetheart."
He grabbed her slender, toned legs, caressed them before placing a quick kiss on them and in one skillful movement lifted her up and kissed her into the bedroom. He gave her ass a quick squeeze as he kicked the door open with his foot. In 3 steps he was at the bed and put her there gently. He pulled his shirt over his head and carelessly tossed it in the corner. He looked down at her excitedly and took off his brown boots at the same time. Natasha watched intently as her husband undressed in front of her. She straightened up on the bed and propped herself up on her elbows to get a better look at him.
She licked her lips and when he got to his pants she said, "Hot," with a laughing undertone. Steve's reaction to this was a short chuckle. He took off his pants completely and Natasha could see his waxing erection. Steve crawled onto her bed and spread her legs so wide that he could kneel between them. He slowly began to caress her stomach, knowing that she liked it, and pushed his hand further and further into her breasts. Natasha liked that a lot, which he also noticed in the change in her face. He gave her a quick kiss before pulling the gray top over her head. He felt down her plain black bra and snaked a finger down through the material to rub her nipple.
Natasha squirmed beneath him briefly before letting out a groan, "more." Steve took her instruction very seriously and pulled his hand out of her bra, only to open it fully and throw it behind him shortly thereafter. He looked at her breasts and asked himself at that moment what he had done to deserve all this. "You have the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen." He said.
"You've seen so many already," she teased him.
"Cheeky," he said offended and she laughed. Her laughter faded quickly as he placed his mouth on her nipple and licked and sucked on it. With his free hand he stimulated the other and switched sides when he felt that was enough. Natasha moaned softly and felt moisture collect below her.
When Steve was satisfied with her breasts, he pulled away with a soft pop and then his kisses continued south. He kissed and licked her stomach, trailed his hands to her waist, and spat hot things. He promised her that he would do well for her and if he fucked her right away all she could see was the stars. When he then approached her hip, she could no longer keep her silence.
Steve please, more."
This spurred him on he just wanted to give his wife the best and teasing her all the time after such a long separation was torture and he knew it. So he did as she said. He rubbed her clit through her black panties, which were already a little wet, making her moan softly. But that wasn't enough. Steve slowly took off her panties and positioned himself correctly to finally lick a strip through her soaked pussy.
"Baby you're so wet for me."
Natasha moaned louder this time and slightly tugged his hair. He explored her pussy and licked all over the places he knew would drive her insane.
Her moans were like music to Steve's ears and he was pleased that she liked it.
"Hmm, you taste so good baby." Steve moaned into her, leaving a vibration in her that was very pleasurable for Natasha. He licked her bud, sucked on it, licked at her entrance and tried to suck up all her wetness. He wanted to give her as much pleasure as possible. Which worked. Because with every increasing minute she moaned louder. She was close, Steve knew that. He inserted his thick forefinger into her wet pussy causing her to cover her mouth.
"Oh god yeah baby go ahead, I'm close." Natasha moaned loudly as he pumped his finger in and out of her at a rapid pace. The noise of the wet could not be ignored by coming in and out. It was overwhelming how wet she was and steve realized she was close. Natasha enjoyed it to the fullest and pulled harder on his slightly longer hair.
He added a second finger and that was when she came with a loud moan. Natasha squirmed as he sucked out the last of her juices, leaving one last smacking kiss before bending down to the whimpering Natasha and kissing her dirty on the lips.
"Did you like it?" he asked when she calmed down a bit. He knew, of course, that she liked it, but still wanted to hear it again.
There was a breathless chuckle, "obviously, you idiot."
"Take off your boxer shorts!" commanded Natasha.
"Alright, boss." Steve said and put his hand on his forehead to let it down again in one straight movement. Natasha laughed. Said and done. As Steve approached Natasha completely naked, she became aware of his now completely hard erection. She pulled him down by the shoulders and kissed him deeply. With one hand she slowly stroked his head, making him grunt. The wetness on its tip was a good sign. He moaned into her mouth with pleasure.
Steve pulled away from the kiss and took his hard cock in his hand to position it at Natasha's entrance. He couldn't wait and thrust into her with a hard thrust. Which made them both moan loudly. He gave her a little time to adjust while rubbing her clit. When she was ready to move on, he pushed slowly and comfortably into her until she wanted more.
Of course, he listened to what his wife wanted and now thrust into her at a steady, fast pace. Both moaned at the feeling of finally being reconnected.
This went on for a few minutes until Steve got bored with the position. He pulled out of Natasha briefly, which she responded with a disappointed sigh. Steve quickly turned her on her stomach. She lifted her butt in the air but Steve flattened her back on her stomach. She frowned briefly, but moaned moments later when she felt his cock at her entrance. Before he pushed his cock in, he fingered her ass carefully.
As he entered her again, her moans were muffled by the mattress. He held her hips to help thrust into her. Steve grunted loudly and pushed into her at a fast pace. The sound of moans and clapping bodies filled the room. "I'm about to cum." Said Natasha desperately.
Steve leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Do you like that baby? Yeah? Cum for me Nat, you feel so good." That got Natasha over the edge. The fast pace and his words were too much for her. Steve felt he was close and as Natasha's cunt tightened around his cock he couldn't hold back. He came inside her with a loud grunt and moan. He lingered on her for a while before pulling himself out and laying down next to her. Nat could feel his hot, thick cum oozing out of her. She was still panting loudly and looked into his eyes.
He kissed her on the lips and got up to get a rag from the small bathroom. He cleaned himself and Nat up and then handed her back her underwear that was on the floor. Steve put his boxer shorts back on himself and lay down on the bed to cover himself and her.
"I love you," was the last thing she heard before falling asleep content and cuddled up against him.
End