It actually left Steve feeling a little unsettled, to realize how easily he'd taken to all this. Maybe Natasha was right and he'd just needed the chance to unwind -- not that he was necessarily going to tell her about this. He didn't know if he should, given that it wasn't very professional. On the other hand, if he told her as a friend, it might be all right. She might just be glad to hear that he'd finally taken the plunge.

Of course he couldn't turn his brain off even when he was in the middle of a make out session. Steve sighed into Rumlow's mouth and tried to blank out everything else and focus on nothing more than sensation. Rumlow's taste, the roughness of his stubble against Steve's chin, and the way that his own lips were starting to get swollen from all the kissing.

He kept at it for a while, slow and languid, simply enjoying this for the sake of it with as little strings attached as he could manage. Steve wasn't the sort of person to get deeply involved with someone without those strings appearing, but a little making out didn't hurt anyone, right?