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Clara and Phillip share a tender farewell in the Christmas Forest.

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Whispers part II

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Jyn scowled at the nurse who pushed her back on the bed which she lie. She knew that the woman was just doing her job, but this was ridiculous. It's wasn't as if she were on death's door. Many times in her life, she'd gone a long time without any kind of treatment for her injuries and was forced to keep herself upright and mobile.

Sure, she hadn't been on a planet that was on the verge of being destroyed by the Death Star, but still. "Look, all I'm asking is to see Cassian. Isn't he conscious?"

The nurse had a sympathetic look in her eyes that Jyn refused to acknowledge as pity. "He's still unconscious because of his concussion. You have to wait and let him wake up on his own."

Jyn crossed her arms defiantly. "Well, is he in a bacta tank?"

"No. His wounds weren't that severe."

"So he's on a bed."

"Yes..."

Jyn gave the nurse a smirk. "Then, it shouldn't be a problem for me to just sit with him, right? After what he and I went through together, I'd say that Cassian needs to wake up to a face that's comforting to him. What do you think?"

The other woman sighed. "I'll take you to him."

"I knew you'd see things my way."

Once Jyn was at Cassian's bedside, the nurse left to finish her other duties. Jyn dragged a chair from the corner up to the bed and sat in it as she looked at her captain. He had a bandage on his leg and another around his head. A few bruises were on his face, but he wasn't pretty banged up.

The force protected them.

Even though he hadn't awakened yet, Jyn decided to stay by Cassian's side and talk to him. She didn't know much about the body's process of healing, but perhaps some part of him could hear her voice and come back to her.

As Jyn kept her vigil for Cassian for the next few days, he had other visitors drop by. Bohdi, Chirrut, Baze, K-2 and a few others from their team who had made it out of Scarif and were the ones who extracted Jyn and Cassian from their place on the beach mere moments before its destruction.

If it hadn't been for the new K-2 droid, they wouldn't have made it out. They all owed him a debt of gratitude, especially Jyn, and she had taken her gratitude, even going so far as to place her hand on the droid's arm and smile up at him, voice soft as she said, "We would have been dead if it weren't for you. I know Cassian will be happy to see that you're here when he wakes up."

The droid cocked his head in an almost quizzical fashion as if he were noticing something for the first time. "I believe I will let you have that moment to yourselves, Jyn. You deserve it."

The near affection in Kay's voice surprised Jyn and she gave him a curious, yet pleased look. "If you say so." She yawned and raised her hand to her mouth.

Chirrut, ever the observant one, said, "You should get some sleep."

"It's okay. I'm not tired."

"He's right, little sister," Baze chimed in. "You've been up too long."

Jyn opened her mouth to object, but Bohdi spoke up. "Stop being stubborn and lie down for a few hours. We'll come get you if he wakes up."

"You don't have to do that. I can sleep in this chair with no problem."

"Yes, and get a crick in your neck because of the lack of support to your head," retorted Kay, sounding mildly sarcastic. "That isn't very wise, Jyn."

"I don't care."

Baze chuckled and exchanged a glance with Bohdi, while Chirrut smiled knowingly, as if he understood her reasons for staying. Jyn cleared her throat and looked away, annoyed by her friends' coaxing.

Her eyes focused on Cassian again and she sighed. Of course, she knew they were right, still, she didn't want to leave him. Maybe it was a little selfish or possessive of her, but she wanted to be the very first person he saw when he woke up. Unfortunately, her eyelids were getting heavy and even with the company of her friends, Jyn found herself getting sleepy.

"Alright. I'll go back to my bed, but one of you had better promise to wake me up."

Kay looked at the others, then at Jyn. "I will stay with Cassian in your absence, Jyn. I can monitor his breathing level, so when he starts to regain consciousness, I can bring you to him just as he comes to."

"Ah, that's a good plan, Kay." Bohdi nudged Jyn. "Now go and rest, for goodness' sake."

"Fine." The young woman made a huffing sound, but she slowly got to her feet. She looked down at Cassian's still form and leaned down to give his brow a kiss. "I'll be back soon." Then she went to her own bed to lie down. Her friends followed her and bid her goodnight before leaving to go to their own quarters. It was late and everyone was still a bit in need of recouping from Scarif.

Jyn fingered her necklace and thanked the force for keeping the team alive. Her heart felt a sharp pang for the members of the crew who didn't make it and for the rebels who made it past the shield gate and aided them in the fight.

Loss was inevitable, especially in war, but Jyn held on to hope that the rebellion would get the plans back - it had not been a pleasant day when she found out that Princess Leia had been captured by Vader and the plans were sent away - and force willing, they'd deal a fatal blow to the Empire. Hopefully, they would get the plans before Cassian awakened. Jyn didn't relish the idea of telling him the bad news.

The good thing was that, before Cassian woke up, Princess Leia and a few others managed to escape the Empire's clutches with the Death Star plans. Kay had told Jyn the good news and she felt relieved for the first time in ages.

Later that day, she'd been sitting on her chair next to Cassian's bed, her fingers entwined with his as she hummed a light melody.

The loose grip of Cassian hand in hers suddenly tightened and Jyn blinked, her humming silencing immediately. She stared down at him, looking for any signs of consciousness. Sure enough, his eyes opened by a slit and he said, "Don't stop on my account. I like that little tune."

"Cassian! Thank the force!" Jyn beamed widely and squeezed his hand, holding it to her chest. "Finally."

Cassian groaned and turned on his side. "I don't why see you're so surprised. I told you that I had to make it out of Scarif alive so we could go on our date."

She laughed as the memory of his words to her came back to her mind. "Oh, I don't think we'll be doing that just yet. You have a concussion and the doctors don't want you moving around a lot."

"Then I guess it's a good thing I hardly listen to doctors, isn't it?"

Jyn smiled.

Regardless of what Cassian said, he was still confined to medbay for a few days on account of his concussion. The doctor wanted to make sure he was alright before giving him clearance to leave and Cassian begrudgingly acquiesced. If it weren't for Jyn's presence and visits from the Rogue One crew, he would have gone mad.

After three days, though, Cassian was released from medbay and Jyn accompanied him to his quarters. He had a slight limp, but it would go away in a few weeks as his leg continued to heal up. When they reached his room, Cassian sat on his bed and let out a heavy sigh, running his hand through his hair.

Jyn seated herself beside him and touched his shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I hate feeling so winded like this."

"I felt the same way after I woke up, too. Just give it some time."

Cassian smiled at her and nodded. "Yeah. You're right." He squeezed her hand and she squeezed it back. They both smiled at each other.

Jyn felt her cheeks heat up as she recalled their kiss before landing on Scarif. It seemed like it was just yesterday and she could almost feel the pressure of his lips on hers. Ever since she saw him lying down on that bed in medbay, she wanted to kiss him again and see if his mouth was still as soft as she remembered. She patiently waited for him to regain consciousness, hoping that they could try again.

Now, he was finally awake, mobile, and looking at her like he wanted to kiss her as well. As if he read her mind, Cassian tugged Jyn forward and she closed her eyes, sighing, feeling his breath on her cheek. Just as their lips were about to meet, a knock sounded at the door.

Cassian groaned and cursed under his breath, letting his head touch Jyn's for a brief moment before pulling away and calling out, "Who is it?"

"It's K-2SO. May I enter?"

Both Jyn and Cassian were puzzled by the request. Kay usually just walked in without announcing himself, so this was odd. "You can come in, Kay," Cassian replied, his brow crinkled in mild amusement.

The tall droid opened the door and stepped through the threshold. "Ah, good. I suspected that Jyn was here, too. I need you both to come with me."

"Kay, I haven't been in my quarters for five minutes. Can't it wait?"

"I'm afraid not."

"And why is that?" There was a little bite to Cassian's words and Jyn smoothed her fingers on his knuckles to soothe him.

This didn't go unnoticed by Kay and he spoke again. "I'm aware of your romantic overtures towards each other. Spiked heart rate, widened pupils and perspiration forming on your foreheads are regular occurrences whenever you're together. So I decided to help you on your date."

Jyn's lips parted in shock. "What? How did you know about our date?"

Kay looked down at her and a tinge of pride seemed to come from his voice as he replied, "You talk in your sleep."

"Oh."

"And you arranged for us to have our date?" Cassian gave Kay an odd look, wondering if this weren't some kind of joke.

"Yes. I also received help from Bohdi, Chirrut and Baze to make sure it was just right. A droid can only do so much without input from a few humans, you know. Especially when planning a date, but I think you will be pleased with what we have done."

Kay's tiny white eyes switched glances between them before saying, "Cassian, as you are still recovering from your concussion, I do not believe it would not be prudent to engage in sexual relations with Jyn."

A laugh spilled out of Jyn's mouth at this and her shoulders shook. Cassian's cheeks flushed faintly and he gave Kay a look of consternation. "Thank you, Kay. I'm already aware of that."

"Very well. May I suggest that the two of you use the 'fresher before you go. As Bohdi says, "No one should go on a date smelling like a bantha." I'll wait outside for you until you're ready." Then Kay left the room.

Jyn grinned at Cassian's annoyed facial expression. "Hey, cheer up. This is a pretty big deal for Kay. He actually wants us to go on our date, so we shouldn't disappoint him."

"I guess not, but he could have waited a couple of days before springing this on us."

"You're probably right, but I still think it's sweet of him. Kay's warmed up to me since you've been out, Cassian. That's a good sign."

He couldn't argue with that. It was nice to see that the droid was getting along with her. "Yeah, it is."

Jyn hopped off the bed and gave Cassian a peck on the cheek. "I'll see you in a bit." Her eyes sparkled with an excitement that he'd never seen before and she left the room.

Cassian smiled to himself as he made his way to the 'fresher. He was excited, too.

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    “God, am I glad this job is over. I can’t wait to get the blonde dye out of my hair.”

“Really, Nat? I think it makes you look sexy. Kind of like-”

“If you say Marilyn Monroe, you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”

“What I was going to say is you look like an actress from Hollywood’s golden age.”

“Really? Such as?”

“Grace Kelly, Ginger Rogers, Ingrid Bergman, you know. The really classy ones.”

“Well, aren’t you the sweet talker?”

The redhead smirked in spite of herself. Of course, Steve was right in his assessment of her appearance - although, she suspected that he was also really turned on by her temporary new look. Not that she could blame him for that.

They had been assigned to a SHIELD mission in Zurich, posing as a rich billionaire and his wife on the lookout to purchase diamonds. The diamonds they were looking for in particular were black market goods which were being used as a weapons fund for a terrorist cell in Switzerland.

The mission had gone down without a hitch and Steve and Nat had the op wrapped up neatly in a pretty package - as Natasha liked to call it - for SHIELD, only to learn that their talents were needed on another job asap in Vienna, Austria.

Natasha ran her fingers through her flouncy curls and sighed as she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. “I miss my red hair.”

“Well, I miss it, too, but change isn’t always a bad thing. Sometimes, it makes you appreciate what you had more so than when you first had it.” Steve rubbed his beard thoughtfully.

“Oh, yeah? Are you saying that you didn’t appreciate my amazing scarlet hair until we started this mission?”

A hearty chuckle came from Steve’s lips and he turned to Natasha with a grin on his face. “No way. I’ve always had a strong appreciation for your red hair. Believe me, I look forward to seeing it again.”

“I’m glad we agree on that.” Natasha ran her fingers over the growth on Steve’s chin and wrinkled her nose. “And I’ll be as equally happy to see you clean shaven sans tattoos. You look so…scruffy.”

Steve chuckled and slid his arm around his girlfriend and pulled her body close to his. He’d just taken a shower and Natasha squealed lightly because he was getting her shirt damp. “Well, don’t worry, babe. I’m shaving the the beard off for our next mission. I miss being fresh faced.”

Natasha smiled and linked her arms around Steve’s neck. “Steve,” she pouted in a mockingly whiny voice, “you’ve gotten me all wet. I’m going to have to dry this outfit, now.”

“That’s fine with me, seeing as how I was planning on taking it off anyway.” The blond smirked and scooped her up in his arms, carrying her to the bed.

“Come on, you just got cleaned up and we have to be in Vienna tomorrow afternoon at the latest!” Natasha furrowed her brow at him and tried to sound stern, but the truth was, it had been a full thirty-six hours, twenty-two minutes and fourteen seconds -not that she was counting - since they’d last made love.

Needless to say, she was in the mood.

He just plopped her on the bed and tossed the towel from his waist before covering her body with his. Gently, he placed his palm on her stomach and slid it underneath her black top, massaging the soft, turgid bosom that lie in wait. “We’re always on time for these undercover ops. I think it’s only fair that we take a little personal time before jetting off on another mission, don’t you?”

Steve kissed Natasha softly, his hand going behind her neck to rub the special sensitive spot that he knew was one of her e zones.

She moaned in response and flipped their positions, adjusting herself so that she was sitting on top of him. She tickled her fingers up and down his chest, damn near purring in excitement. “I can’t argue with that. There’s just something kinky about the two of us together like this, not looking as ourselves.”

“I think so, too. Maybe we should invest in roleplay.”

“Noted for future reference, but less talking, more loving.”

“Yes, ma'am.”

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I love these two.❤️🇺🇸🕷

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I originally planned for this one shot to be based on the ‘Enrapture’ prompt, but it actually has elements of the ‘Look Each Other in The Eye’ and ‘Devotedness’ prompts as well. So I decided to make this fic a little longer and sweeter for my followers.❤️

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Natasha watched Steve as he stood away from the dance floor. For some reason, Tony thought it would be a good idea for the Avengers to host a Valentine’s Day party - a Valentine’s Day party, for God’s sake.

When a few of the other Avengers questioned why the hell Stark wanted to throw something so frivolous and cheesy as a V Day party, he just said, “Hey, we’ve all been through hell the past couple of weeks, cleaning up after miscellaneous Hydra bases all over the globe. I think we deserve a break for once.”

Then he made eye contact with Natasha and obnoxiously waggled his eyebrows at her before switching his gaze to Steve and grinning lasciviously. “Besides, I think a few of you guys could use some loosening up,” he’d said in a stage whisper.

All of the Avengers had suspected there were romantic feelings between Natasha and Steve. In a way, they had been engaging in a little dance of their own together, but neither chose to step forward and do anything about it. Hence, this damn party thought up by Tony to try and push the two of them together.

Now, the Valentine’s Day party raged on and to Natasha’s surprise, she was actually enjoying herself. Wanda and Vision were dancing - well, floating slightly above ground while swaying, which was pretty cute - Clint and Laura were chatting with Sam and Maria and showing them pictures of Nathaniel, Tony was being the life of the party, as always and everyone seemed to be having a good time. Everyone except Steve.

From her spot at the buffet table, Natasha could see the longing and apprehension on Steve’s face. It was clear that he wanted to be out there, dancing like the other couples, but as he’d told her many times before, he had two left feet and didn’t know how to dance.

Every time the subject was brought up between them, Natasha felt a pain in her chest because Steve always got this faraway, broken-hearted look on his face. She knew that was because of the promise he made to Peggy Carter, a promise to dance with her, which sadly, was never fulfilled.

The crash had ended any chance Peggy and Steve could have had together, but being a part of the Avengers gave Steve a new family and a cause to keep fighting, continuing the kind of work he’d done before. He wasn’t so alone as he previously thought.

As Natasha had gotten to know Steve, she felt blessed that he considered her to be his friend. He was such an amazing man, unlike anyone she’d ever met before. He had a heart for people and a protective, patriotic kind of character that urged him to do his duty, using his abilities to keep the world safe.

Personal experience taught him to defend those who couldn’t defend themselves and he never judged people by their past mistakes. He let them prove who they were in the present by their actions.

At first, it astonished Natasha that Steve was willing to overlook all of the bad she’d done and let her work as an Avenger speak for how she had changed and overcome the Black Widow persona to just be herself, Natasha Romanoff.

Her biggest breakthrough would always be that moment they shared in Sam’s house, when she asked Steve if he would trust her to protect him. From the three words he responded with, “I would now,” she felt like a load that she hadn’t even realized she was carrying, lessen.

In that quiet moment with Steve, hearing him say that he trusted her, Natasha had begun to fall in love with him and it continued through the following years. Oh, she wanted to tell him many times, but the words always got tangled up in her throat.

She did know that Steve cared for her just as much, if not, more than she did for him. Countless times on missions, when she’d gotten injured, he would always check on her and make sure if she was alright.

It was always Natasha who he would go to in the middle of the night whenever he had a nightmare, needing someone to comfort him. It was Natasha who he exchanged witty banter with and sent cryptic, yet meaningful looks when he thought she wasn’t paying attention. In his own way, he made her a priority in his life. Perhaps he didn’t know it, but she did.

How long are we going to play this game? Natasha thought to herself. Steve Rogers was truly an amazing man and she was sure that if she didn’t make a move soon, someone else would and she would spend the rest of her life wondering about what could have been.

Well, there was no way in hell she was going to let that happen.

At this point, she was tired of being alone and denying herself happiness out of a fear of rejection. That was something a the old Natasha would do, and Natasha was not that same woman anymore. It was time for her to take a chance and lay it all on the line.

Closing her eyes, Natasha murmured to herself in Russian, summoning up her strength. Then she took in a deep breath and moved through the crowds to Steve. When he was close enough, she grasped his hand in hers, pulling him to the dance floor.

The handsome blond blinked down at her and furrowed his brow, but he didn’t pull away. That was a good sign because Steve didn’t let just anyone tug him around anywhere. “Nat,” he asked, “what are you doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Natasha replied with an bit of sass. “I’m going to dance with you.” She took Steve’s left hand, placed it on her waist, put her right hand on his shoulder and took his other hand in her free one.

She looked up at him and couldn’t resist the laughter that bubbled up from her throat. He looked so nervous. “What’s wrong, Rogers? Is this your first dance since 1945?”

“Well…yes.” He licked his lips and he held on to her a bit more firmly, but there was something gentle in his touch. Being in Steve’s arms was startlingly intimate and the redhead had to keep from trembling at the closeness of his body as he lessened the space between them.

“I’m happy to contribute to it, then.” His hand felt so warm as he held hers that she felt herself melt a little inside. In all her life, she’d never had a man hold her like this. Like she was something to be treasured and cherished.

Steve returned her smile and entwined her fingers with his. Natasha laid her head on his chest and they swayed to the sound of Andy Williams crooning a love song above their heads.

I have often walked down this street before, but the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before. All at once, am I several stories high, knowing I’m on the street where you live.

No one knew this, but 'On The Street Where You Live’ was one of Natasha’s favourite songs. For years, she wondered if she would find a man who loved her that much, someone who would be so enraptured of being with her that it felt like he were flying. Yes, it was a bit of wishful thinking on her part, but she was still a woman and wasn’t it the wish of every woman to be loved wholeheartedly?

After a while, she pulled back and said, “You know, you really aren’t as bad as you think. The way you dance…it’s almost as if you’ve done this your whole life. Are you sure you want to stick with your original 'I can’t dance to save my life’ story?”

Steve laughed out loud and the reverberations shook her to her core. God, she loved his laughter. It was so full and deep, like it shook every part of him. It made sense because Steve wasn’t a man who did things halfway; he was an all or nothing kind of guy.

“What can I say? I guess I just needed the right partner…”

Those words made Natasha’s head snap up and she stared at him in shock, hoping that her ears weren’t deceiving her. “You’d better not be teasing me, Steve,” she said in a hushed voice.

A possessive look appeared on Steve’s face and he gave her a gaze that burned her with the raw desire behind it. “I’d never do that to you, Nat,” came his husky reply.

Natasha knew that she could get lost in those blue eyes if she wasn’t careful, but that wasn’t such a bad thing. After everything they’d been through together, they both deserved a win. She knew that she and Steve were just right for each other. He was her missing puzzle piece. With him, she was complete, stronger and happier. They were already a great pair in the field and even better as friends. Love was the obvious step to come.

For Steve, there was a blend of elegance and toughness imbedded in her personality, a distinct feminine sensuality and that kept him on his toes. Natasha was a woman through and through, but she could be just as capable and skilled as a man. He may not address it, but that was a big factor in his attraction towards her and she knew it.

In those brief moments right before a mission, she’d catch Steve watching her out of the corner of his eye and she knew that he liked what he saw, but it was more than just that. He looked at her, proud of the woman she’d become and as if he didn’t regret choosing to trust her with his own life all those years ago.

The thought that Steve could see her in such a way made Natasha’s head spin. Her life may not be a fairy tale, but dammit, she was going to get her happy ending one way or another.

After a while of dancing, Steve surprised her by suddenly adjusting his hand placement on her body, then twirling her away from him and back into his arms. She let out a delighted gasp. “I didn’t know you knew how to do that.”

Steve leaned forward, so that his lips brushed against her ear. He whispered, “I’m a fast learner.”

Shivers ran down her spine, but she got ahold of herself and replied, “Interesting. After this dance, I’ll have to see what else you can pick up quickly.”

There was a sizzling look in Natasha’s eyes and Steve felt his whole body warm from the intensity of it. He felt like he could look into those blazing green eyes and just get lost in them.

Maybe that’s what he needed all along. The right woman to wake him up from his doldrums and bring him out of the cold for good. They were good for each other. Anyone could see that, and at this stage in their relationship, Steve knew that the time had finally come for him to let his feelings be known. It was hell holding them back from Natasha as well as fighting the urge to take her in his arms as he wanted to so many times before.

“This feels nice…and right.” Natasha murmured as they danced on the floor. Her heartseemed to beat in time with Steve’s own and he kissed her hand, wrapped up in a feeling of wonder.

“There’s no way it could be wrong…could it?” He pulled back slightly so Natasha would lift her head to look at him.

“Being around you is never a bad thing, Steve. You always seem to find me when I need you the most and…I don’t want to lose that.”

Now, they had stopped dancing, and Steve stared down at Natasha, eyes full of hope. “Nat…?”

The redhead just looked at Steve, an overwhelming look of love on her face and she said, “I’m saying that I want this. I want us.”

Steve’s mouth opened and closed several times, but words failed him. She had finally told him. This was it. This was what he’d been waiting for ever since that that stolen moment they shared in Sam’s guest room. Clutching her more securely around her waist, Steve managed to breathe out, “You mean…?”

Natasha pressed herself closer to Steve and ran her finger along his jawline and up to his lips. “I want to wake up next to you every morning and go to sleep in your arms every night. You, Steven Grant Rogers, are the only man I want to be mine. I want forever with you.”

Suddenly, it was like time stopped and everyone else in the room faded away, leaving only the two of them. Steve caressed Natasha’s cheek and she smiled at him, nuzzling her face into the touch. Steve’s heart pounding in his chest even harder and he thought that he might leap for joy. “I want forever with you, too, Nat. I want everything.” He placed his palm on her heart, where he could feel her own muscle beating, proud and strong.

Tears shone in Natasha’s green orbs and she sighed in relief before she laid a passionate kiss on his lips. Having his arms around Natasha was wonderful, but from the little teases of her hands and the nips he made on her mouth, Steve knew it was a mere shadow of the other pleasures he’d experience with her.

As Steve and Natasha danced together, they both believed wholeheartedly that no matter what they'd face in the future, their love would never run dry because it was truly everlasting.

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As the day goes by, Steve wonders about Natasha, the beautiful SHIELD agent who recruited him and finds himself warming up to her. Natasha, in turn, has inward turmoil about her encounter with Loki regarding her dark past.