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valkirsif · 6 years ago

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Painter Steve Rogers x Etoile Natasha Romanov

Word 2500

Warning Fluff, Angst

They looked at each other for a few minutes, they knew that soon they would have to say goodbye but neither of them broke the joy of that moment, Steve was memorizing every expression and every breath of Natasha, wanted to fix them in mind before letting her go, the woman smiled, took his hand and led him to the bed

"Little doll what strange idea put on your head?" Steve laughed, complicitly taking her in his arms and making laugh, the woman clung to his hips and kissed him, he had dreamed many times about that situation and now that she was in his arms it didn't seem real, laid her down on the bed and slowly undressed

"Tasha you are so beautiful" said caressing her face, the woman stared at him smiling, "It will be hard to be without you for the next few weeks" sighed,

"Shh, let's not think about it now," she replied, kissing him, "Right now it's just you and me, no work, no travel, just the two of us," whispered, drawing him to herself, they spent the night exploring their bodies and making love.

Steve opened his eyes at dawn turned in bed and was enchanted watching Natasha still asleep, her naked and lithe body illuminated by the first rays of sun, her usually ordered hair framed her face, was tempted to wake her up but was left to admiring it the alarm would have sounded soon dividing them, she was about to leave for a tour that would take her around the country, if only he had imagined that the previous evening would have ended that way would not have made plans for his future, the woman moved opened her eyes and smiled at him, she was so damn perfect as soon as she woke up, Steve responded to her smile by touching her face and approaching her to kiss,

"Good morning", Natasha curled up in his arms like a puppy looking for cuddles, she was so petite, "How about breakfast?" the man asked, kissing her head,

"It seems to me a great idea, Steve," she replied, raising face to him, "What time is it?" asked, turning to the alarm clock,

"I'soon has not yet played, let's enjoy the awakening" Steve stroked her back, "If decide to kidnap you think someone would notice?" asked laughing,

"I'm afraid so, tonight we debut in New York I think you would notice my absence," she replied, standing up, "Love what you like for breakfast?" asked, picking up the phone to order,

"For me coffee and donuts Sweetheart" he replied, sitting up, the woman put on robe and straddled it, the man pressed her to him kissing her neck, "Where had we stayed tonight?" whispered, sliding his hands up to her ass, the woman arched over him touching his pectorals

"Mr. Rogers tempts me" she smiled, "But breakfast will come in 10 minutes"

Steve turned and took it back and stood over it "Then I'll wait ..." he laughed, kissing her, they were entwined until the bell rang, Natasha got up and made the waiter sit and put the tray on the table and went out, the woman brought the tray to bed breakfast hugging each other quarreling the last donut, the insistent trill of the alarm broke the magic the woman turned it off sighing,

"I have to get ready" she said in a low voice, "In an hour they'll go by to get me" headed for the shower, Steve followed her, they remained silent under the hot jet looking at each other lost in their thoughts,

"Love did you see my tape?" asked the woman, raising the pillows,

"Maybe .." Steve replied slyly, hugging her from behind, "... I want something of yours ..." he turned to kiss her, Natasha clung to him

"And what do you give me in return?" she asked, "I'll turn into Medusa if I don't tie my hair," laughed, pulling off his tie and turning to the mirror, the man stared at her as he gently made a tall tail and stopped the rebellious locks with hairpins approached and tugged at her, a lock fell softly around her face,

"You're so beautiful" he said kissing her, "Sorry but as a painter that loose tuft makes you perfect" laughed, Natasha looked at herself in the mirror and smiled at him,

"You're right, I think I'll take them like this from now on," the woman finished packing and checked that she hadn't forgotten anything, the cell phone rang, her colleagues were now it was time to go and greet each other, the couple remained a few minutes in silence,

"Call me as soon as you arrive" Steve said trying to mask the sadness,

"I will .." Natasha replied with tears in her eyes, "... I will miss you tremendously Love", the man squeezed her, wrapping her,

"I'll miss you too, but we can do it," he whispered, kissing her head, "I'll follow you as soon as you know," they broke the embrace and left the room.

Steve

The journey home on the subway was long and sad, the man clutched the tape in his fingers, thinking back to the last few weeks, he had crowned one of his dreams by portraying Natasha, it was good to have her around the house, he smiled at the memory of the first morning, he had spent a good part of the night arranging the apartment and he got up at dawn to get the flowers he would use in the portrait set he had changed at least 10 times before deciding to wear the clothes he used to work when the woman rang the bell he was at the third cafe, her curious eyes were so beautiful early in the morning as looked around as she entered, her smile open and cheerful as he smiled and put the donut box in his hand before got to work, the pocket that vibrated brought him back to the metro,

"Hello," he said in reply

"Is Mr. Rogers good morning?" asked a female voice

"Yes, with whom do I have the pleasure of talking?" Steve answered, not recognizing the voice

"I'm Daisy, I call him from the San Diego Institute of Art," the woman said, "his request to take the courses was accepted, we wait for her Monday at 10 to fix the paperwork," his hand trembled after the portrait Natasha was able to study in San Diego was his biggest dream and now could make it happen.

"Of course, you can give me the address please," he said excitedly

"We sent you an email with all the necessary information, on Monday," the man said goodbye and stared at the phone screen for a few minutes, still didn't believe it, quickly dialed Natasha's number, wanted to share that news with her immediately was about to start the call when he realized what it meant, how would he explain to the woman that was leaving for San Diego right now that they had found each other?

He got off two stops before the house he needed to clear his head, crossed the street and walked quickly towards his favorite bar in the center sure that Sara would be there to listen and advise him as always, the phone vibrated again was Natasha

"Hey Baby have you already landed?" asked, looking at his watch, it had been a couple of hours before he couldn't be in New York already,

"We're about to leave, I wanted to hear your voice before turning off the phone, we didn't talk even a moment after you arrived last night," she laughed.

"I still don't believe it seems like a dream to me" Steve laughed in turn, he wouldn't tell her anything for now he wanted it to be quiet and focused for the first, "If I didn't already have work commitments I would have left with you," he said,

"It was a sudden thing we will talk as soon as I promise you," the excited woman replied, "They announced to turn it all off, I'll call you as soon as I land .. by the way .. I love you"

"Oh Tasha I love you too, I'll join you as soon as I can" he greeted her before attacking and entering the bar.

"How are you early morning Brooklyn boy" Sara welcomed him as cheerful as ever and made him coffee, "Is everything okay Steve?" she asked putting the cup and a caramel donut in front of him, the man smiled at her nobody knew him as well as she did,

"It's all right, all too well," he replied seriously, "Do you remember the redhead at Parrot?" began

"Of course, it's hard to forget something like this," laughed Sara, "have you met again?"

"I did the portrait and it got out of hand, I gave it to her last night and the evening ended with the mutual confession of the crush" he smiled

"Great I am happy for you" the woman laughed in return, giving him five, "If it is mutual how come you seem unhappy?"

"I'm really happy just believe me that, San Diego called me a little while ago, I was accepted at the Art Institute" said Steve turning the coffee, Sara went around the counter and threw her arms around his neck happy,

"Oh Steve but it's wonderful news" he chirped, "When are you leaving? Do you need a hand for the move? "

"The time to fix things here, I have a couple of jobs to finish, I have to look for an apartment near the campus but above all I have to tell her" he confessed, "It won't be easy, we didn't talk about anything last night and Tasha just left on tour, it will already be difficult to see if delivery will become almost impossible" he concluded lowering his serious voice, "I don't know what to do Sara" he looked at her, Sara squeezed him she understood what he was going through

"I can't decide for you and any advice could end badly" she smiled sincerely, "What I know is that if anyone can handle such a thing you are" stared, "You just have to relax and figure out what you want, how much Is this woman important to you? "

"Oh Sara for years I followed and admired from afar then, thanks to your help, I met her and we started dating for the portrait and the feeling grew, I think I could follow her to the end of the world if I she asked," he laughed with a beating heart

"Well, how important is it to attend SDAI?" asked Sara looking at him,

"I have been trying to get into SDAI for 3 years, I could finish my studies, make my job and my passion perfect and it would open a lot of doors for me, it's an occasion that happens once in a lifetime" he laughed again, adrenaline pumping into blood,

"Mmm the two things are the same, they are just as important to you, you have to understand if you are willing to give up one in favor of the other, or grit your teeth and have them both" concluded Sara, the man knew he didn't want to give up any of the two, he would have fought and worked so as not to lose Tasha and at the same time would have worked hard for his studies, he smiled at Sara and went back to his apartment.

Natasha

Her colleagues wanted to know everything about the mysterious man he had kissed before getting on the bus,

"Come on Tasha don't let me pray" Jenny insisted on behalf of all, "It's the first time we see one of your admirers, and it's not bad I would add" the group laughed,

"Ok ok nosy that you are nothing else, his name is Steve and he is the mysterious admirer .." she began laughing,

"Wait for the one from the yellow roses?" Fanny asked,

"Exactly, he's an exceptional painter, I've been to him every day for the past few weeks," said,

"It's the one from the bar, from after the show he sent her that rose drink with rose petals", they remembered it well, they had been teasing it all evening but she didn't care, it had seemed like a guy place,

"If you want me to tell you everything you have to calm girls" she laughed trying to get serious again, the group calmed down hanging on her lips, she returned on the first morning, didn't know what to expect and how to dress, had done several photo shoots for dance magazines and in fashion but modeling for a painting was something new to her, she dressed comfortably, put shoes in her bag and took a taxi that strange man intrigued her, always waited for his roses when she was in town and never missed a show and now she could know him better, the night before at the bar she was struck by his kindness and shyness, she saw a beautiful pastry shop and motioned for the driver to stop and wait for her, didn't want to arrive empty-handed.. seemed rude to her, she was fascinated when he opened the bare door to her and wearing a color-covered suit, they ate like old friends and he took her to the study, was thrilled when saw the sketch that Stev and he had done by heart and had no trouble following his instructions, too bad that the light changed rapidly and she liked the game of looks between them but that was only the first of a series of mornings.

Her colleagues questioned and eventually gave up telling about the night just passed,

"Tasha how nice I am happy for you!" Fanny said enthusiastically, "Do you think him will join you soon?"

"I hope so, he has some work to do here, neither of them had a relationship scheduled but when I saw the painting collapsed last night and told him everything," she replied with a smile, "The tour has just begun. better to get engaged but I am in love and I will try to make things work, on the plane it does not take much to come and find him between one move and the other" it seemed that tried to convince herself more than her friends, her last relationship was shipwrecked as soon as his career exploded and he was afraid that this could happen again, was thinking about how to deal with things when they arrived at the airport, checked in and made herself comfortable near the window, picked up the phone and called Steve, she wanted to hear his reassuring voice before leaving, the hostess told her to turn off the phone they were about to take off, Natasha smiled, everything would be fine .. in one way or another.

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valkirsif · 6 years ago

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Painter Steve Rogers need to know etoile Natasha Romanov

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Steve continued to look thoughtfully at the charcoal sketch on the canvas, for months he stared at those thin lines, those sinuous shadows would have liked "she" were there in front of him posing, smiling with flowers in her hair and red shoes, he knew that it was an almost impossible dream, he left the room where worked and started getting ready to go out, chose the gray suit, checked that everything was in place, the newly polished shoes, the starched shirt, tightened the tie and looked at the did not even look like he usually wore casual clothes and when he was at home he was wearing a simple overalls that, over the years, carried the signs and colors of his work, but not that evening, that long awaited evening was prepared carefully, he took a yellow rose and put it to his eyelet, removed the ticket for the theater from the fridge, removed the flowers from the water and left the house.

The taxi was waiting for him, went up he gave a Brooklyn address and he checked not to be late, he would not be forgiven waiting for that night for a month, the traffic in front of the Kings Theater was remarkable, the evening of the premiere of Cinderella had attracted a multitude of people, paid the bill and went to the entrance, presented the ticket and looked for a clerk to deliver the flowers,

"Excuse me, could you hand them over to Miss Natasha please?" he told the dance club public relations girl,

"Certainly give it to me," the girl answered smiling, "Yellow roses her favorite, i immediately take her into Tasha's dressing room" she turned and disappeared behind a door leading to the dressing rooms, Steve always sent a bouquet of yellow roses to Natasha when knew she would work in the city, he had not lost her show in the last 5 years, since the first time he saw her on stage he fell in love with her movements and lightness, he was fascinated by the red so special of his hair who stood out among the other generally blond or brunette dancers, after the show had waited for her like many other fans, Natasha had gone out with her colleagues the loose hair that danced with the wind, she smiled and signed the autograph,

"Oh yellow roses .. they are my favorite" she said taking what the man had in the buttonhole before greeting politely and follow the other dancers, from that time always provided to deliver a deck before the show, while he was lost in remember the bell of the all sounded warning that the show would start shortly and went to his place, took the program from the chair and put it in his pocket as he always did, the lights went down and the audience applauded at the entrance of the dancers.

The show flowed perfect and wonderful, Natasha moved lightly on the tips smiling, almost did not cost him to pirouette and jump, Steve was fascinated, in his mind the brush ran on the canvas while she moved on the stage, wanted to fix every movement to look to bring it back to the canvas once he got home, during the interval he took a coffee,

"Your coffee Brooklyn boy," the waitress said, holding out the cup,

"Thanks," said distractedly putting the sugar, "Hey Sara?? What are you doing here? " asked, surprised at the smiling girl behind the counter," Only you still call me that" he laughed

"I work here that questions" she answered "But after the show i start at the Parrot why do not you go see me?" invited him while she was moving from another client,

"I will not miss beauty" he sent her a kiss and went back to the living room to enjoy the rest of the show, Natasha with the princess costume twirling, the prince looking for the owner of the shoe and the grand finale, stood up to clap with his heart in his throat as always, Cinderella was his favorite, looked at the schedule and decided to reach Sara.

The Parrot was one of his favorite places, he loved the style of the 50s, the old colored jukebox welcomed the patrons, waiter on the skates darted through the hall, the atmosphere was always cheerful and familiar and he was an old-fashioned man, Sara brought him the usual beer at the table,

"Welcome Steve, 5 minutes and the food arrives" embraced him smiling and slipped away, Steve thanked and turned to watch the game broadcast on the jig screen, the only note of modernity of the room, the friend returned with hamburgers and chips and a double dose of sauce, the man got comfortable ready to dine when saw Natasha who entered the room and sat at the desk, without thinking too much called Sara,

"Do you see the red one just entered?" he said nodding his head, the girl followed with his eyes and nodded, "You should put this as a seal of the drink that i offer, would you?" asked by passing the rose,

"I'll take care of that Brooklyn Boy, for you this and more" she winked at him and went to the barman, Steve tried to pretend nothing while he was eating his hamburger and follow the game goes,

"Are you the mysterious man who sends me yellow roses to every show in Brooklyn?!" Natasha said, sitting down at his table and resting the glass decorated with petals in front of her,

"Got it, it's me, Pleasure Steve," he answered, stretching out his hand,

"Natasha my pleasure, i can finally thank you for the flowers," she said cheerfully gripping the man's hand, "You know i'm almost a lucky door for your flowers, i always wait for them when i'm in town" behind the ears a rebellious lock,

"Glad you liked them, who knows how many flowers will deliver you every night" Steve stared at her, she had delicate features with bright gray/blue eyes and soft lips, but her hair was incredible red lit with almost pink reflections, he thought as could make them on the canvas,

"Yes but you're the only one who sends me yellow roses ..." she said staring at the man's face, the beard cured the open smile deep blue eye attentive and curios,

"You told me they were your favorite the first time i saw you and i did not forget," he said offering the chips,

"Thanks" she said reaching out to the plate, "Can i ask what work do you do?",

"I'm an artist just like you" Steve did not seem true, "I'm a painter"

"Really?!" Natasha asked, "Beautiful work who knows how many people you have portrayed" the curiosity that transpired in every word, the man decided to groped the fate,

"I must confess that i have a canvas waiting to be finished," said with no chalance,

"How come you did not finish it, if I can ask" Natasha's bright eyes convinced him to confess,

"Now i will pass by maniac but i'm waiting for you" the voice embarrassed, "It 's since i follow you that I want to make you a portrait but I never had the opportunity to talk to you, a couple of months ago I traced the first lines but I could not continue ..", was he had asked her, i gave her burst out laughing enthusiastically,

"And if I said yes when you could start?" she asked staring,

"Tomorrow morning is fine for you, the light is perfect at 8, could you bring your shoes?" he replied as wrote on a napkin his address and passed it to Natasha, the woman nodded putting the address in the bag and finishing the drink,

"Tomorrow morning then Steve" greeted him smiling getting up to go out, the man greeted, finished the beer and returned home happy for the fine evening.

At 7.45 the bell rang, Steve turned off the coffee pot and went to open,

"Good morning Natasha accommodated," he said making way,

"Good morning, I brought breakfast," said turning and putting Steve in a box of donuts, "I'm greedy for donuts, fortunately I do a job that makes me burn anything I eat" she laughed, taking off hier jacket,

"Excellent idea, i love them too" he led her to the kitchen," Sit down the coffee is almost ready ", the two had breakfast and Steve accompanied her to the studio where he had already prepared everything,

"You were right there is a beautiful light here" Natasha said looking around, approached the sketch incomplete,"You want me put in this pose?" she asked turning to the man who was preparing the colors,

"Yes, if you do not mind, I hope it's not too uncomfortable for you," said, making her sit on a raised floor, "I've always imagined you, with your hair disheveled while you unlaced the shoes after the tests" the concentrated face while helping her to pose, Natasha followed the directions as if it were on stage and the director was giving instructions, there was an incredible chemistry between them, Steve returned to the canvas and he began to draw the lines of the face, the light gave the woman's hair some rosy reflections and illuminated her face, their eyes often crossed in the morning, they exchanged many smiles

"For today it is enough to thank you" Steve said 3 hours later, the light had changed and he had to interrupt his work, "you can relax"

"I was not uncomfortable" Natasha replied, stretching her legs, "Can I look?" said approaching,

"Of course, it's not over yet" smiled at her, the woman looked at the astonished canvas,

"Steve is beautiful" eyes shining as she watched the work,

"When you're available we can continue" Steve hoped to spend more time with her before she left for the next theater,

"Even tomorrow if you are free, i want to take it with me when i leave" answered the woman, they agreed to meet again the next day.

They spent the next 2 weeks seeing each other almost every day, Steve finished the painting the night before Natasha's departure and decided to deliver it to her in person, arrived at the hotel where the woman lived and went up, was nervous not only because of the painting had decided to confess his feelings, knocked on the door and waits, Natasha opened the door smiling as always and made him sit down,

"You should not have bothered i would have passed tomorrow morning before leaving," said ordering a drink in the room service,

"No disturb" he answered nervously, handing her the wrapped picture, the woman leaned on the bed and let the waiter put the tray on the table before going out, Natasha filled the glasses passing one to the man and opened the package, her eyes lit up,

"Ohh Steve is wonderful" whispered turning to him,"It looks like a picture" stared at the painting in ecstasy,

"I'm glad you like it" approached her and put hands on her hips, the woman looked at him a second before leaning the painting on the bed,

"Steve i think i got a crush on you," she smiled, putting her arms around his neck,

"The thing is mutual," the man replied drawing her to him and kissing.

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