It’d been hard to keep his hands off of her for the meal, and there’s      absolutely no chance he’s going to last long through this dancing.      She’s giving him that look, the one that tells him she’s intending to      tear his clothes off the first chance she gets. 

      And when she bites her lips and leans up, Steve’s heart beat starts      to beat a little faster. He ducks his head with a hum, tilting his head      towards her lips as she speaks lowly. “Meet me in that closet in two      minutes. No longer.” 

      Steve only nods, exhaling softly as she purposefully presses against      him before leaving. And Steve turns to look at the clock, watching the      second hand tick by before he makes his way straight towards the      closet. He’s barely inside before her hands are on him, fingers curled      into his hair to yank him down to her level as Steve’s hands find her      hips.

     “We won’t have long before they notice us--” He’s cut off by her lips      sealing over his, and he hums his approval as he yanks her dress      up over her hips, groaning at the feeling of her hands brushing up      the front of his pants. She tugs his belt fee easily, her small hands      pushing his pants and boxers down to his knees so that she can free      his cock.

      He moves one of his hands between her thighs, but she grasps his       wrist, bringing his hand up toward her chest instead as she hops up      so that her legs wrap around his waist. “Don’t need you to warm me       up-- God, Steve, just get inside me...” 

      Her breathy, low tone catches his breath in his throat, and he wastes      no time in rolling his hips forward to slide himself inside of her quickly,      nestled deep inside of her. “Natasha--” She swallows his moan with      her lips, a soft groan escaping her throat as she starts to roll against      his length, fingers gripping tightly onto his hair. 

      Despite the fact that they really don’t have long here, they set a slow      pace, moving together steadily as they swallow each other’s moans       so as to avoid raising suspicion. And as their climaxes build, her walls      tightening around his length each time he moves within her, Steve      drops his head to the crook of her neck for a moment as he exhales hotly.

      They come together, quivering in each other’s arms before Natasha      grips his hair and pulls him up into a kiss, a firm, eager kiss that acts to      silence their loud moans as their hips roll to a slow stop. He murmurs      her name softly, reluctantly lowering her to her feet to move her underwear      back into position and slide her dress back down over her hips. And once      he’s tucked away into his pants, Natasha fixes his hair and grins up at      him, rocking up onto her toes to capture his lips in a sweet kiss.

     “We’re not staying for much longer. I want you to get me home, Captain.”