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Natasha had always been the kind of girl who was bothered by little things that wouldn't upset a normal person. One of those things, however trivial it may have seems, was the fact Captain America had slept through Star Wars coming out. It bothered her, she wasn't sure why.

Then again, when it came to Steve, Tasha wasn't sure about a lot of things.

She gave Steve directions to her place, assuming he wouldn't have a TV or a BluRay player for the super deluxe re-re-re-re-re release of the original trilogy, and cleared both their afternoons of SHIELD duties with the new 'handler'. That guy didn't ask what she was doing the way Phil would have. Tasha was glad about that because she didn't know what the she was doing either. It just sort of happened and in truth, it was pretty damned exciting. This was coming from a girl who's been an assassin for years.

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Of course there is, but for one of the first times in her life Tasha doesn't want to be that kind of girl that just takes what she wants. Steve's special. He's different and she's not sure how to approach this. It makes her a nervous as a teenager.

"How...uh..." She can't seem to tear her gaze away from him. "How would you feel if that was the case?"

He swallowed thickly, considering it for only a second. "I would feel... like there's more to why I came here...." Steve replied slowly and unsurely.

God, this is like torture.

She looks away for a second, amazed at how the most normal of things terrify her to no end. "Would you be alright with that? Me wanting you here, and you wanting to be here, for more than just..." Natasha glances at the movie they're NOT watching. "This?"

Steve looked at the screen for a second then back at her before breathing in deeply and giving a nod.

"OK." She nods, feeling like a weight is lifted off her chest. What she doesn't nest is probably the most unromantic thing in the universe. Tasha leans in closer, resting her hand on his cheek.

"I'm gonna kiss you now, if that's OK."

He breathed in deeply at the thought of her kissing him before nodding slightly. "It is."

"Good." Tasha takes a deep breath before pressing her lips on his. It's not how she usually kisses someone. It's slow and gentle, deliberately so. She slides her hand to the back of his neck pulling her self closer.

Steves eyes closed as her lips touched his and he breathed in deeply through his nose. It took him a few moments before he returned the kiss slowly.

She waits until he reacts to her to push things any further. "Relax." Tasha murmurs softly, not taking her lips from his as she does. She slips her fingertips though his hair, gently guiding him to a more comfortable angle.

"Trying." Steve murmured in reply. "It's been a while." He slowly kissed her in return and reached up to cup her cheek gently.

That comment probably has the opposite effect that Steve wanted. Natasha starts to giggle, a mixture of nervous tension and the the fact he's not even remotely kidding about it being a long time forcing a fit of laughter out of her.

"Uh...sorry." She pulls back and look him over. Tasha doesn't want to explain. There's a good chance she can't explain. "Sorry. Where were we?" She smiles before leaning in to kiss him again.

Steve pulled back ever so slightly. Frowning at her. "What's funny?"

"Nothing." She tries to lean in again, wanting to 'fix' this. "I'm nervous, I laugh when I'm nervous."

"That's the reason why?" he asked, wanting to make sure.

Tasha stops trying to kiss him again, closing her eyes guiltily. "Yeah, it is. I..." She exhales and opens her eyes again. "I like you. You're not like any of the other guys I've ever..." Tasha trails off, not wanting to tell someone like Steve about her less than virginal past.

"Haven't you ever had someone make you feel nervous and weird before?"

Steve listened before looking down and away slightly. "Yeah, I have..." he replied quietly.

"So..." She reaches her hand out to take his, making no effort whatsoever to hide what she's really thinking or feeling. That's not something Natasha normally does for anyone. "Forgive me for...laughing and...keeping you from watching Star Wars? Please."

Steve looked at her hand taking his, drawing a deep breath before looking up into her eyes. Nodding after a moment.

"Thanks." She leans forward to kiss him, on the cheek. "Should I start the movie over?"

Steve smiled slightly at the kiss on the cheek. "Up to you."

"You're the one who's never seen it." Tasha reminds him. "What would we do if we didn't start it over?"

"..... I have no idea." Steve replied with a slight smirk. "Any ideas?"

Oh, she's got a couple. Tasha smirks back at him. "You could maybe try kissing me. I promise not to laugh this time." She crossed her heart with her fingertip.

Steve raised an eyebrow before smirking. He then looked into her eyes and breathed in deeply, plucking up the courage to be the one to kiss her. After a moment, he reached up and cupped her cheek before leaning in to brush his lips over hers.

Damn, that smirk is so cute. Tasha can't help thinking she might be in over her head here. She and Steve are two very, very, VERY different people. Yet somehow when he kissed her like that, so gentle and careful and sweet, she's absolutely positive he's not like any man she's ever met before.

That's a good thing. A very good thing.

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