Once Natasha slammed the door behind her, she backed off of him for a second and slid her heels off. Steve followed by taking his suit jacket off. Natasha attacked his lips before he was even able to get his jacket off completely, and she helped by yanking it down. She then started to fiddle with the buttons on his shirt, until she unbuttoned it completely and slid it off. She swept her hands up his bare chest, feeling every muscle in his tense body. She shifted her teeth to nip down his neck and her hands down his body.
Natasha led him into her bedroom, and Steve reached back to zip down her dress, doing so she couldn't help but smirk. "I've had a rough day, so I think we should do something that requires no thought at all."
"That's awful" he said, but when she grabbed his rear, he'd had it with restraint. He lifted her against him, staggering over to the bed. Once he got onto the clasp of her bra, it was somehow ridiculously hard to take off, but once he did, he yanked it off. She tossed it aside before shoving him onto the bed. Steve couldn't help but stare for a second, probably longer than just a second, but once she spoke, that broke his stare.
"I'll try and make this a fun night for you, Rogers," she said, her voice deep and husky with desire. She knelt between his legs, her capable fingers swiftly attacking his belt and the button and fly of his jeans. He was already straining in his pants, aching with need, and she was about to bring that fever to a pitch.
(Sorry this wasn't much guys... I'll make sure to update more tomorrow!)
