Disclaimer: I do not own Captain America 2 or anything to do with Marvel. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Sharon Carter had never been good at sharing her space. Or sharing anything really. But she had particularly bad memories of having roommates in college. Part of that was that she would always find some part of them attractive, and she would hate herself for it because at that point she wasn't even close to being comfortable with her own sexuality, but it was mostly because of little things the other person did to annoy her.
Like the fact that somehow she ended up living with only slobs who didn't clean up after themselves. Somehow that included Natasha Romanoff. Which was ironic, because the first time she thought about it Natasha wasn't even living with her at the time.
Today that was changing, which both greatly excited Sharon and made her nervous as hell. Because even though elements of this was familiar she had never lived with someone she was actually in a relationship with, so mostly this was new and scary territory for her.
Although in it's own way it was kind of exciting, and Sharon put a brave face on the entire time, even smiling on occasion as she concentrated on the good parts of this, especially while Natasha's friends where helping them. Specifically Clint Barton, Bruce Banner and Steve Rogers, three men who were at the core of The Avengers, but also apparently had nothing better to do on a Saturday. Or maybe Natasha had dirt on them.
Either way they did most of the heavy lifting while Natasha mostly just watched, and tried to encourage Sharon to do the same. Sharon wasn't having any of that, and insisted on helping, even if that meant embarrassing herself by trying to lift more than she could carry. On the bright side it was something of a bonding exercise, and almost made her feel part of the team. Almost.
In truth she had no desire to join The Avengers. She was a spy, not a superhero. But it was still nice, and given that she had been spending time recently with Agent Barton and Captain Rogers she almost felt like they were her friends too. She was even disappointed when they declined her offer to stay, although it was hardly surprising given the looks Natasha was giving them.
Pretty much the second her friends were gone Natasha wrapped herself around Sharon from behind and whispered in her ear, "Alone at last."
Sharon rolled her eyes, "We still have a lot of unpacking to do, you know?"
"Yes, but from what I've heard these things are never done in just one day, and then we have everything we need. Including a bed." Natasha grinned wickedly, then when Sharon turned around in her arms and gave her a look sighed, "But I'd just be happy with cuddling for a bit if you want. Anything but more of this mundane work."
"Says the woman who spent most of the day just watching." Sharon said dryly.
"You of all people should know the importance of delegating work, Carter." Natasha pointed out, before wiggling her eyebrows at the end of her next sentence, "But in this case it was especially important as I had to save my energy for fucking my incredibly hot girlfriend."
Despite herself Sharon laughed, "What happened to cuddling?"
"We can still do that, for starters." Natasha said flirtatiously, before correcting herself, "Or that's all we'll do if you really want, but you know me... I'm always up for a little fun. I just wanted to save my energy just in case. Especially as this is our first night, in our place."
Sharon smiled and after a gentle kiss to Natasha's lips told her, "Nice save."
It was kind of surprising that Natasha didn't lean in for another kiss, or turn that last one into a more passionate one, but not as surprising as the fact she led Sharon to their bed and then cuddled with her for about an hour, The Black Widow on her best behaviour the entire time. It was almost like she had read Sharon's mind and knew what Sharon was considering giving her.
Although it wasn't out of the realm of possibility that she simply guessed. After all, Natasha had been subtly, and not so subtly, asking for it for months, and now finally Sharon felt she was ready to give it to Natasha, even if she was almost as nervous about it as moving in together.
Natasha was hopeful that they were going to get extra special sex, and she could think of a number of things she would consider a reward, but she was also preparing herself for disappointment. Recently Sharon had been pouting that she only cared about sex, and Natasha was trying her best to prove that wasn't the case.
It was just difficult, because she really, really loved sex, and Sharon would look stunning if she was wearing a paper bag, and the simple girl next door look she had right now was much better than a simple paper bag, Natasha struggling not to stare while her friends had been helping them, and completely failing now they were gone.
This made it extremely obvious not everything was all right in Sharon's world, as she was obviously nervous about something, and while it could be simply moving in together Natasha wasn't sure that was the case. If it was anyone else she would have asked them a series of questions designed to get the truth out of them, but as this was her girlfriend she tried the radical approach of simply asking her.
Although somehow she was able to not only wait until her friends were gone, but then spend about an hour cuddling, and then cooking and even finish a meal before asking it. In fact, it wasn't until they'd finished their after dinner glasses of wines before Natasha finally piped up.
"So, what's wrong?" Natasha asked.
"Uh?" Sharon replied, caught off-guard.
"What's wrong? And save me the excuses. I'm me, I know something is on your mind. So just woman up and tell me." Natasha said firmly, taking another sip of her drink before asking sombrely, "Is... is it just moving in together? Are you having second thoughts?"
"No! It's not that at all." Sharon said firmly.
