“What?” 
“I love you, too. Now stop sulking.” 
So last night wasn't a dream. 
It was when I took a quick glimpse of Natasha did I notice a slight tint of pink on her cheeks. To me, saying those three words was an explicit expression of love but for Natasha, it seemed more like an embarrassment. She was still struggling to open up to me. While I couldn't get her aversion towards it, I could understand that this was her first time in a romantic relationship. She must have plucked up her courage to say it yesterday, despite trying her best to push me away. She was making efforts for me. I simply said those three words back again. 
“Where's my reward?” It didn't take Sherlock to understand what Natasha meant. Before long, our mouths engaged to each other, kissing breathlessly. My fingers instantly slipped inside her pussy, rubbing over her wet c|it just the way she wanted. Her legs spread out of their own accord as I fingered her further while she rubbed her hand over my aching shaft. 
I wanted to make this hard and fast so I pushed her on the bed, raised her thighs to my shoulders and buried my face between her legs, earning a pleasurable gasp from her. I ate her pussy for a good minute until I lowered her legs to push my throbbing dick inside her hole. Now it was my chance to moan. Damn, we must be two sex starved animals to fuck right in the morning even after two rough sessions we had late night. That too, in two different positions. Sex with her was never boring. We shared a dirty smile before intertwining our bodies as one. 
* * * 
Our steamy session was soon followed by a steamed bath. It may seem weird since we had been in a sexual relationship for months, but indeed it was our first time bathing together. She always used to deny it at first, but today she agreed. Only for a shower though. It was nice washing and throwing splashes at each other. She was right in saying she wasn't afraid of water as long as she wasn't made to dip herself in it. Although I couldn't help but notice how rarely she closed her eyes while putting water over her head. My chest tightened thinking what she might have gone through. 
Was it weird that I wanted to slap her parents? 
After having a hearty breakfast on the same balcony as yesterday, we got ready to head out. I cupped her face, my fingers threading behind her ears. 
“Thank you for everything yesterday. I mean it.” And it wasn't just for her confession but for the things that she talked about before. It seemed like a sensitive topic to her which was why I couldn't bring myself to talk about it. I wished to know everything, but I knew I had to be as patient as a monk if I wanted her to open up to me. 
No, instead, I wanted her to experience all the love and happiness with me. The kind of love I've received from my family and friends. So that I could go out of my way and say- See, there's nothing wrong with you. You're behaving just like any other person in a relationship. 
* * * 
“I'm going to kill you one day!” Natasha glared at me before gulping down the I-pill tablet with water. Apparently I— no, both of us had forgotten the usage of condom during our sex this morning. Again. I pointed out the same to which she showed me the middle finger. “You're the one with a dick, not me. It's your responsibility, understood.” 
“Yes, ma'am!” I saluted. We began walking our way towards the college. The next moment I took her hand, compelling her to walk hand in hand today. She eventually complied. As we started walking down the street, a thought crossed my mind. Shit, how did I forget this? “By the way, we are exclusive, right? You won't fuck other men.”