The Consult

She was pressed against a wall. Hands pinned above her head. His breath grazing her neck. He left trails of soft but hard kisses all along her jawline, until he was utterly breathless. His mouth then moved to her lips, capturing them in a hot, sweaty kiss, making her weak at the knees. And that's all Natasha could remember from the most ominous dream she'd ever had. Rogers and his disgustingly gorgeous lips. Not gorgeous, just disgusting. Rogers and his disgusting lips.