I will be your knight in shining armor

Cold filled her lungs as she currled up in her blanket on the couch. The lights were off, and the widow open, letting in the nights cool air to surround her. As the breeze swept through her apartment it made the trails on her cheeks more noticable from the cold. She had been crying, Something she doesnt do often. Her fingers currled around the neck of the bottle as she lifted it to her lips for another long swig. It didnt stop her pain but it did take the edge off, atleast for the time being.

She didnt even know how long it had been since she had eaten, been currled up on the couch, locked away from the world in her apartment. The tears didnt seem to have on off switch, they just kept comming in waves, some times shed be able to get her barrings and stop to breath before she just choked on them again. Her make up had long since started running, her red hair sticking to her face as she lifted her head for another drink.
A knock at the door. She knew who it was. "Natasha? Natasha are you ok?" She didnt answer, hoping he would go away. He didnt. "Natasha I know youre in there" He paused. "Im comming in." He jiggled the door handle. Locked. That wasnt going to stop him, Not when he knew she needed him. He took in a deep breath and stepped back, raising his foot and kicking the door just at the lock. It swung open, and no sonner had he poked his head in, had a glass bottle struck the wall beside him. He ducked back hearing "NO! GET OUT! JUST GO AWAY!"

He ducked his head as he avoided the second bottle thrown. "oh my god, Natasha..are you ok? Whats going on?" He asked concerned. She sat still for a moment, silent, before the tears found her again and she reached for a full bottle this time. He quickly moved to her, catching her wrist before her hand could release the projectile. "WHOAH! WHOAH! Natasha!" He took the bottle from her and set it aside. "sweet heart whats wrong?" He asked gingerly. She tried to speak but only choked on her tears, which made her cry harder. "Ok! ok, ok, ok...you dont have to tell me, shuuuuu.." He said as he grabbed her waist with one hand and placed the otehr on the back of her head, pulling her to his chest and holding her close. "You dont have to say a word, I got you, youre ok now, what ever it is, sweet heart I've got you.."

He gently rocked her back and forth trying to quell her sorrow and rage, keeping her close to his chest. She made no moves except for the motions she made to sit on his lap. It was better for him, because now he could hold her better. She laied her head on his shoulder and continued to cry as he rocked her. He didnt know what was wrong, he didnt care. All he knew was that she was in pain and he wanted to stop it.

It seemed like hours before she quieted down and was breathing steadily again. He thought she had fallen asleep untill she lifted her head and looked at him. "hey beautiful.." He smiled as he brushed her hair from her face. He didnt ask waht was wrong, trying to avoid her breaking down again. There was a thick silence between them as her eyes locked onto his. He was so caught up in her gaze he hadnt notinced she was leaning in untill her lips brushed his. "Natasha..." He wispered against them. She didnt hesistate before she slowly and softly started to kiss him. He wanted to stop her, but found himself incapable of doing so. He kissed back, closing his eyes. Moments passed, and she started to kiss alittle harder. He himself found his hands pulling her closer as they rested on her upper back and hip.

Her hands slid over his chest, shoulders, and arms before they found hte hem of his shirt, inching it upwards as a hint that he should remove it. He smiled into the kiss and disguarded the offending garmet to the floor, quickly doing the same for her, casting the shield tshirt to the floor. The red haired woman pressed her torso against his as she kissed deeper, finding his hands already buried in her firey mane. SHe knew eventually, he would want her to talk, but that wasnt now. That wasnt what she needed. Right now what she wanted, no; what she needed, was to be as close to him as possible.

He picked her up, hands grasping her thighs for support as he backed her into a wall. The kiss only deepened from there, more passion, more intensity. A soft moan as he broke contact with her lips, only to press his own against the tender and sensative parts of her neck. She grabbed his shoulders in an attempt to keep her self in his reach, but she was never out of it. It wasnt long before their lips met again, and her nimble and skilled fingers found the clasp of his belt. She released its hold on him, sending his pants, with alittle help, down to the floor. The wall was no longer enough for him.

He turned from the wall with her still in his grasp and headed towards the bedroom. All but dropping her onto the queen sized bed, he climbed over her like he wanted to protect her from everything. He took a moment to trail his finger tips down her body, frowming slightly as his path was interrupted by the waistline of her panties. He slowly slid them down her shapely legs before he reclaimed her lips and pressed into her. He knew this was what she wanted, atleast at this very moment. Truth be told he needed her too.

The dim light of the street lamps casted their shadows on the wall, painting a mural of the two that had become one. His gentle yet strong movements guided her to where she needed to be. Bodies pressed together, lips locked, they both stumbled over the edge, free falling into extacy.

When all was said and done he laied next to her. Her head on his chest, arm laying limp over his midsection, he held her close. He listened to her steady and calm breathing, her heart beat slightly faster than his. He knew she was asleep this time. He pulled the covers up over her shoulder, shielding her from the cool bite of the air. He laied a soft kiss upon her head as he wispered. "I love you Natasha, Ill do what ever it takes to make you happy."