You stare out the window of the apartment you shared with your friend Natasha Romanoff, a million thoughts running through your mind. You'd known Natasha for years and it was only natural that you would develop feelings for the beautiful redhead. Of course, you could never tell her. You'd only liked one other person before her and once they had found out you were gay they had dropped all contact with you calling you disgusting. That alone was enough to keep you from ever getting serious about another person again. That was until you met Nat.

Letting out a heavy sigh you turn away from the window to see her standing a few feet away. "Did I wake you?" You ask as you cross the room to enter the kitchen.

"No, I was about to head to bed when I suddenly had a craving for your famous cinnamon toast." She replies making you smirk. "Care to make them for me?"

"Sure, I could use some sugar myself." You reply as she follows you into the kitchen. You quickly gather all the ingredients you would need as she reached into the fridge to pull out a couple bottles of beer. You eye her curiously making he chuckle.

"Just because it's the middle of the night doesn't mean we can't enjoy a beer, or a few of them."

"True," You reply as you take one of the beers from her and start to chug it.

"Long day?" She asks and you nod.

"You could say that."

"You met with your brother right, him and his new wife."

"Yeah," I reply furrowing my brow. That first love you had thought about, the one who called you disgusting, had indeed married your brother and was now your sister in law.

"So, how'd it go?" She asks and you scoff.

"About as good as expected. She glared at me the whole time while my brother tried to 'be nice'. It was just a bunch of bullshit. Honestly when I saw her, I thought 'what the hell had I been thinking'?"

"You were young. You'll meet other women. Better ones."

"I suppose you're right." You reply hiding the fact that her words both helped and hurt you a little. "How many would you like?" You ask pulling out a few slices of bread.

"Five," she answers quickly making you chuckle. "Okie dokie, guess I'll just make the whole loaf."

"Sounds like a plan." She says as she grabs a bag of Doritos off the counter and opening starts to eat them.

"Doritos and Cinnamon toast, gotta say it doesn't sound to appealing."

"You'll see the appeal when the toast is done."

"I guess I will." I say as I preheat the oven.

"It's her loss you know." Natasha says making pause to look at her. "You're a great woman, any girl would be lucky to have you."

"Thanks Red," You say feeling your heart start to clench. You quickly finish prepping the bread the room becoming awkwardly quiet. Placing it in the oven you turn on the timer and then quickly drain your beer before walking back over to the fridge to get a new one. Right as you open it you hear Natasha say, "You know you're pretty obvious." You spit beer everywhere as you turn toward her.

"Excuse me?" You ask trying to catch your breath.

"You need to get laid."

"Okay..."

"How about we-"

"NO!" you quickly interject making a devious glint fill her eyes as she quickly and seductively walks around the bar and over to you making you gulp down a breath of air. "Nat I mean it."

"What's the worst that could happen?" She asks as she inches closer making you back up into the oven.

"Nat you're not gay."

"No, but I am bi."

"You don't like me like that."

"How do you know?" She asks making you stop in your tracks.

"Wait, what?" You ask confusion filling your face. She smiles inching closer making you say, "Nat, do you... do you like me?"

"Of course, I like you. I wouldn't live with someone I didn't like nor trust." She says making you lose your last thread of patience.

"NATASHA, STOP!" You yell out making her stop in her tracks. "You think this is funny? Do you have any idea how hurtful this is?"

"What are you talking about, I was just joking. We joke around all the time." She pauses a moment until it hits her. Her eyes widen and you are instantly brought back to the trauma of your first love. Your throat closes up making it suddenly harder to breathe. You gasp as you fall to your knees trying anything to be able to breath again. "(Name), hold on to me." She says but you shake your head and push her away.

Forcing yourself to your feet you go to leave the room only to have her grab your arm and lead you to your room. You try to pull away from her but she just glares at you. "Stop it (Name), you're having a panic attack. You need to focus on breathing." She sits you down on your bed before kneeling in front of you. You look away from her trying to think of anything else but nothing was working. The next thing she did shocked you so much you are instantly pulled out of your panic attack.

You stare wide eyed for a moment until you realize that she was in fact kissing you. Just as you had thought they would be, they were soft and gentle. Your eyes close slowly as your body takes over making you reach out to wrap your arms around her waist pulling her in closer deepening the kiss, making it become something more. You were surprised even more that she didn't pull away. Her arms wrap around your neck pushing you back onto the bed. When your back meets it you gently push her away.

"Nat, I don't know if you've noticed but," You pause considering her lust filled green eyes. "I'm in love with you."

"Me too, now that we've got that out of the way." She replies than starts to lean back in but you stop her.

"I mean I love you, I want to be with you. I want to date you."

"I know what love means (Name)."

"And you?" You ask fear filling your heart.

"(Name), how long is it going to take you to realize that I'm in love with you too?"

"But before?"

"That was me realizing that the person I love, loves me back." She says and you smile. You instantly lean up gently kissing her lips. As she deepens the kiss the timer for the toast goes off and she groans. "As much as I want to keep going, I don't want to catch the apartment on fire."

"But we were just getting started." You say wrapping your legs around her waist.

"(Name), if the apartment burns down where are we gonna live?" She asks standing up pulling your legs from around her waist.

"Can you stay? please?" You ask pouting.

"Let me at least turn the oven off then we can get back to me fucking your brains out." She says shocking you so much that you freeze in place allowing her enough time to leave the room and run to the kitchen. When she came back you were still shell-shocked frozen in place. Her chuckles from the doorway pull you from your temporary paralysis. You look to her and she smiles brightly as she says, "I fell in love with a dork."

"Yeah, but you love this dork."

"That I do, now if I remember I promised to fuck your brains out."

"If you keep saying it I'm gonna have a heart attack."

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The two of you lay beside each other both breathing heavily and drenched in each other's sweat. You look over at her and chuckle as you say, "You weren't lying."

"Nope,"

"That was the best sex I've ever had."

"It only gets better from here (Name)."

"Too bad I can't walk, I could go for those cinnamon toast right about now."

"Good thing you have a girlfriend who placed the oven on keep warm. I'll grab them, the Doritos, and some water." She leans over and gently kisses your lips as she adds, "You stay here."

"What did I ever do to deserve someone as awesome as you?" You ask as she climbs out of the bed and starts down the hall bare ass naked.

"Who knows," Natasha replies before leaving the room. It doesn't take her long to bring everything back. As we eat she nonchalantly says, "Hurry up and finish, we have a lot sex to make up for."

"Holy shit, you're gonna kill me."