Natasha woke up to light shinning in on her face. Her straight short hair was wavy, and stuck to her face from sweat. She opened and closed her eyes a couple of times, and looked around in her room. She noticed scattered clothes around her room, she then realized what had happened last night. Natasha pulled up her white sheets, so that they covered her body and looked over at him.
"Good morning, Agent Romanoff." Steve said with a smirk, as he propped himself up with his elbows, so that all that was exposed was his stomach. "Good morning, Steve." Natasha said flatly.
Steve hesitated for a second, "do you remember any of what happened last night?"
Natasha looked at him in the eyes for a second, then away. "You should know, I wasn't drunk at all last night." She said looking at him now with a smirk, "I mean, I had some drinks, but not enough to get me drunk."
Steve couldn't help but smile. He wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her head. All was fine, until there was knocking on the door.
