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Inside, Suzanne greeted you. She was blubbering apologies that fell on deaf ears as you started to take over, barking orders at a team you knew well but at one time, never fully controlled. Some stared at you in awe, unaware of who you were and what they should be doing; the rest that knew you caving into your instructions.

"Not a word, Suzanne," Lloyd growled at her. "I still don't give two fucks about your rules."

You turned to look at your ex-husband, deeply annoyed at how disorganized his while operation seemed. "You're losing your touch, Hansen. You're losing control." 

"I don't lose control, I take it. And I do it my way, no matter the cost, whatever it takes." He snarled.

"Where's the girl and Fitzroy?" You folded your hands.

Lloyd stared Suzanne down, something wasn't adding up. Carmichael had to have had you in on the side all along. There was no way you could have known he was in possession of the former Sierra program head and his niece that quickly. And he had severe doubt that his annoying little babysitter, by way of Suzanne, had managed to rat him out. He glared as you folded your arms across your chest, impatiently awaiting his answer. "Where I need them to be. Locked away upstairs for future use."

"Again, you and your overly inflated and poorly rated ego are running out of time. Press him for Six. Or I'll call Carmichael right now and pull the plug and your exuberant paycheck right from beneath you."

"You, Princess, are not in charge. Never were, never will be. So, sit your tight little ass down and let the big dicks work. There's nothing wrong with my tactic. I have what Six needs and I'm about to squeeze his needs until they burst like a virgin baller on prom night."

Your tongue worked over your teeth and into your cheek, clicking as you opened your jaw to speak. "Either you get what we want from Fitzroy in the next five minutes or I'm going to have your dick for dinner."

Lloyd leaned forward into your space, his left brow quirking upward to match the sadistic smirk on his face. "Just like old times then, huh Kitten?"

"Four minutes."

Lloyd made a scoffing noise as he turned to go.

“That is if you can last that long,” you shot at his retreating back. “I mean we both know you ain’t got much staying power, if you get my drift.”

Lloyd audibly inhaled deeply through is nose as two of his henchmen followed, your eyes trained on his back. You smirked knowing how much you were getting under his skin.

You’d always manage to get a rise out of him, both figuratively and literally. Probably why your ill-fated marriage had lasted little over fourteen months. 

When it came to his work, he had zero morals and in his personal life almost as little redeeming qualities.

You shrugged and walked on, scouring the antique structure for flaws and backdoors. You knew Six was coming, there would be no doubt. Gentry didn't operate like your typical agent. It's why he was a rogue. His master had taught him well. But that's what gave you the edge. You had the master caged and with him the one thing that you knew he'd come for. The girl.

It was a shame, you actually quite liked Gentry. The ex-agent gone rogue had made a living though mercenary work, but only hunting down people he thought deserved it. A far cry from your sociopathic ex, who you’d warned Carmichael away from using.

But as usual, you’d been ignored.

It didn't surprise you, however, Carmichael chose to always ignore your advice. He had power and a "by any means necessary" mindset. You were quick to realize that while the Director of the National Clandestine Services played for his back hands well, you and your ex, he had Suzanne and she was much annoying as she was conniving. You growled inwardly at how bad you had wanted to just shoot her for years, her pretentious trait of always being a nagging gnat.

In fact, her annoyance, Carmichael's pig-headedness and your ex’s downright gross persona almost had you routing for Gentry to get one up on them.

But you wanted him. And, unlike them, you wanted him alive. You didn’t swallow the bullshit reason Denny had given you for Court’s apprehension. There was some ulterior motive, and you wanted to know. Because you intended to use it as leverage to out Denny and get his job. The job that should have been yours and would have been yours had you been born with a dick.

You were walking back down the hallway after finding a suite that would suit your needs when the door to Fitzroy's "cell" swung open and out stepped one very annoyed Lloyd Hansen.

"I don't hear a canary." You stated, then smirked. “What’s the matter, baby?” You teased, pouting a little, talking with a tone you would use for a small child, “he tell you to go fuck yourself?”

Quicker than one could blink, a heavy and large hand curled around your throat and you back hit the wall. You were smirking perfectly still as rage burned in cerulean glaring orbs.

“Still boring I see.” You croaked out, as his fingers squeezed your neck. Sadistically, you laughed and with a flick of your eyes the two men left the hall to post somewhere else. 

“And you’re still a pain in my ass.” He hissed through his teeth.

"Shame, you haven't been in mine for a while."

“I’ve had better lays off my hand, peach.”

“Good job, it’s the only thing you’re gonna get a lay off with that stupid abomination over your top lip.”

"You liked it," he snorted.

"So did the whores."

“If you knew how to keep me satisfied, I wouldn’t have needed them.”

"That what you missed? Satisfaction? Glorification? You know I made you scream," you pressed.

For the first time you saw a flash of something across his eyes, a momentary flicker of softness and you smirked as your hand reached up to wrap around his wrist, “you’re weak, Lloyd…weak when it comes to your work and weak when it comes to pussy.”

With a sharp twist you yanked his hand away from your throat and twisted his arm up his back. With a swipe of your legs, you took him down, your knee in his back.

He laughed beneath you, “I love it when you get domineering, princess.”

“What did Fitzroy tell you?” You dug your knee into the base of his spine, your other hand on the back of his head, pressing his face to the tiled floor.

He chuckled as his breath hit the marble floor, condensation pooling there. Fuck, did he love this. "Cahill."

“And?”

"Cahill has the drive. City center Prague," he grunted as you pressed down harder.

“Good boy.” You chuckled as you gave his head one last push before you stood up.

You clicked on down the marble hall, but you were four steps in when a hand fisted into your hair and yanked you into the wall of a nearby room.

“This isn’t tit for tat you stupid bastard.” You scoffed as Lloyd pressed you against the cool wallpaper, his broad frame trapping you to the surface. You pushed back and then stopped as you felt this harsh outline of his dick at your lower back. “Oh my god, you’re getting off on this…” you laughed, “pathetic…”

“Come on sweetheart, foreplay was always our thing.” He ground against your ass a little as his lips brushed your neck. “Don’t you wanna see if my dick feels as good as you remember? “

“You’re as bad at fucking as you are at catching people, I’ll pass.”

He yanked tighter on your hair, pulling your head back and you laughed. “Whassthamatter, baby…did I hit a nerve?”

"You fucking get on all of them.”

You reached behind you, and grabbed at him through his pants making him hiss. 

“How do you even walk in those…they’re tighter than my ass.” You scoffed as you felt the outline of his hard bulge through his right chinos.

"I loved fucking that ass," he grunted close to your face.

“That so?” You squeezed harder, “wanna know a secret, handsome Hansen?”

He was panting, his cock throbbing in your hand. He licked his lip, "what?"

“I liked it too. “

“Yeah?"

“Yeah, I mean it was the only time I could feel your dick inside me…”

At that he snapped, spinning you to face him, hand still gripping your hair and his lips were aggressively latched to yours. His force so hard and striking that you could taste copper in your mouth before his tongue invaded you. Your teeth had grazed the inner edge of your bottom lip.

You fought him for dominance, furious swipes of your tongue against his as he still held your hair, your neck twisted and bent almost painfully.

Truth be told, you had always enjoyed fucking him. Despite your little digs to the contrary, he was good at it and knew just how to make you sing.

With his free hand, Lloyd gripped your hip hard and skated down the curve of your ass, giving it a bruising squeeze. For a moment he broke the kiss, just enough, to bit your lip between his teeth. Not harshly, not painfully, but sadistically enjoyably. You whimpered in a moment of weakness as he did so. Then you felt that skirt rose between the wall and your ass as his fingers gripped the material and began bunching it up.

“Oh princess…” he chuckled, as his hand cupped your centre, feeling the material of your thin panties was already soaked, “still as desperate for me as ever.”

"Shut up and get behind me." You ground out, your hips swiveling at his touch to find a desperately sought-after friction.

“You want it from behind, huh? Just like a bitch on heat…”

“Yeah…that way I can’t see your face.”

"Fuck, you are such a bitch."

“Takes one to know one.”

“Well, you’re outta luck, coz I wanna see yours. And I always get what I want.”

“Apart from the house and the Porsche…”

His fingers worked your covered core with a hard press to your clit. "Fuck the house, fuck the Porsche, and fuck you. I'll fucking wreck you," he seethed, his lowered hand now aggressively pulled your panties aside and didn't hesitate to finger fuck you.

You groaned as your head fell back against the wall, his fingers stretching you, thumb pressed to your clit. "Get on with it then,” you panted, looking up at him, “or you waiting for a fucking invitation?"

Never stilling the work with his fingers, he dropped his fistful of your hair and single handedly undid his belt and chinos. You weren't event going to fall into the trap of helping him do it himself.

“I’m waiting…” even now, in the throes of how he was making you feel, you couldn’t help but snark at him. You hated this asshole, you really did but fuck, you needed a screw.

Lloyd stroked his dick before he spit in his hand, wetting his tip to fuck you good. Or so you hoped.

"I see your patience hasn't changed."

“Neither has your fingering. Still fucking shitty.”

“Oh, pumpkin…” he scoffed as he gave a particularly harsh twist of his wrist making you cry out, “you know that’s an out and out lie.”

"Fuck!" You hissed.

"See...." He wickedly smirked, "you fucking like it."

"No."

He pulled said fingers out of you and stuffed them in your mouth. Nearly along the same vein of action his cock found your weeping hole and slipped right in.

You gave a groan as you felt him fill you, your hands now falling to his shoulders as his reached down and pulled your knees, hoisting you up.

"Still so fucking tight, no one's fucked you since me, have they?"

“Dream on…” you grunted between his thrusts upwards.

Lloyd, too, grunted as he drove I to you. Your back moved along the lush wall as his fingers and blunt nails carved into your skin. "You're a whore aren't you? Bet you were fucking around while I was."

You chuckled as his teeth bit almost painfully at your collar bone, just above the line of your cowl neck blouse, “you don’t expect me to have simply just took your wandering like a good little wifey, do you?”

"Fuck you."

"You are." You stopped his next quip with a searing kiss, palms at his jaw. You pulled his lip back with your teeth and mewled as he dug into your g spot. Your head snapped back. "Yes, right there."

"I know. I always know," he rasped.

“But you don’t know who…who the best one I-fuck- had?” Your back bounced off the wall as he gave a particularly violent thrust.

"Better be me, you'll regret it."

“Oh, I don’t…” you manage do a chuckle between your moans, “it was in our bed…but it wasn’t you.”

His left hand secured back around your throat, "tell me. Tell me who fucked you better than I can."

"Six." You took great delight in the sheer anger that clouded his features. “Why do you think I volunteered to come here? I can’t fuck him again if you don’t bring him in alive.”

A loud yell ripped from his chest as his hips sped up. "Fuck you, you fucking brat."

“He did…and it was great. But don’t worry…he has no-shit-no idea…fuck, fuck….no idea who you are to me, were.”

It was getting harder to taunt him as he was pounding into you, so hard you thought you were going to go through the wall. You were only in it for the pleasure, no attachments. He was your ex-husband for a reason. His fingers tightened around your throat and you felt the rush of blood to your head as it pounded in your ears. His face was flushing, the heat nearly appearing to rise from his body through that tight, short sleeved turtleneck. A stay hair fell from his perfectly coiffed slicked back fade.

"I fucking hate how hot you look, you fucking bastard."

“The feeling is mutual, you stupid bitch…you always did look…Jesus…look good all cock drunk and desperate.”

"Shit.... Oh fuck, I can't..."

“Oh you can…and your gonna…” he grunted as he railed into you, his hand moving up to grip your chin. He slammed his lips to yours before he pulled back, his face a mere inch from yours, “and Imma watch those eyes as you…urgh, fuck, fuck…as you cum on my dick.”

Your chin snapped down to stare at him, you were going to cum and it was going to hit you hard. That coil had been wound too tight and despite having considered fucking your superior to get a further edge on Denny, you never followed through.

But you couldn’t resist one last dig at Lloyd.

“You’d have been able to do this every single day for the rest of your life…” you panted as you felt the heat searing through your lower belly, “…if you’d have just kept your dick in your pants you stupid cunt.” You shook around him, your body switching into desire and release over quips and build up. 

It was deep and slow, his dick still fast paced fucking you as he chased his own to fill you fill.

He came with a roar, his hips eventually stilling as his forehead pressed to your shoulder, his chest heaving.

Forgetting for a moment who just fucked you stupid, your own hands cradled Lloyd's neck. You dragged your fingers up and down what exposed spine was there in a soothing, intimate manner.

He gave a hum of satisfaction before he shifted, pulling back to look at you.

“Careful, sweetheart, for a moment there I’m almost tempted to believe you still care.”

"Sometimes I still do."

That shocked him, you could see it in his face.

“I loved you,” you whispered, “I really did. And you ruined it all.”

“You never fucked Gentry, did you?” He asked, his eyes locked into yours.

You simply looked away but your lack of response told him all he needed to know.

You hadn't.

You swallowed and took a deep breath as Lloyd simply scoffed.

“Maybe not, but for a moment you thought I did. Tell me, asshole, how did it feel?”

He stared, still inside you, his cock blocking his seed from leaking out. You watched him swallow.

“Yeah…it’s not nice, is it?” Your voice cracked a little.

A huff escaped his nose. You had him and you knew it.

"Short on words when it hurts, doesn't it?"

“What do you want from me, Y/N? An apology?”

You scoffed, “no, I heard enough of your apologies to last me a lifetime. Another one would be as meaningless and pointless as the rest of them.”

At that he cleared his throat, “so what was this then? Revenge? A hate fuck? Or just you getting all nostalgic?”

You laughed, “No, I had an itch. You scratched it. I don’t care about you enough to want revenge, not anymore…”

“Not what you said a moment ago”. He clicked his tongue.

You blinked before you took a deep breath and rolled your eyes. “Stop wasting time trying to find things that ain’t there anymore and get off me, you prick. We have a job to do.”

He wasn’t gentle with the way he pulled out of you, and let your feet drop to the floor. You steadied yourself and turned your back to him whilst you straightened your clothes and hair, before standing tall and smoothing down your skirt.

You could hear the rustle of his clothes as he tucked himself back in his pants, the clinking of his belt loud in the silence as he did it back up.

You were straightened up and out as you turned around. There was something in his eyes that nearly made you reconsider. Nearly. He was still fucked up and a sadist. But you'd be damned if you called him out now for appearing to have emotions and feelings.

So, you did what anyone in your position would do. Moved on.

With a heavy-handed slap to his ass, you smirked. "Be a peach and get my flight ready for Prague."

His loud yells of pain and curses hit your ear as the blow has been deliberately delivered to the cheek he’d been shot in.

You simply worked to yourself as you left the room, and him, behind.

The elevator stopped on three floors before it emptied out, leaving you and Ari alone. You'd kept your eyes forward after your first glance in the lobby bank. Your hands gripped the shoulder strap of your bag at your hips, not sure what to do with them.

At the inhale of your next breath, Ari spoke. 

"Well, this is awkward." He deadpanned. 

"Doesn't have to be," you spoke softly. 

Ari looked at you, your pretty profile facing forward as you didn’t look at him. He gave a little sigh as he turned his attention back to the elevator doors, “right…”

His hair was just the same, beard just as full, and those eyes, the eyes that spoke to souls and peered into enemies were just as blue as ever. He was in denim, his old and worn boots, a coal and black striped polo. His Star of David necklace chain peeked out from under the collar. 

"Why am I here, Ari?"  You sighed.

“No idea.” Ari exhaled through his nose, “I’ve been in Spain for the last two weeks.”

“Mission?”

“No, vacation.”

"Oh." You dropped your eyes to the floor. The lift was nearly to your destination. "How's your daughter?"

“She’s good. Full of attitude.” He chuckled lowly.

You smiled at his answer. "I wonder where she get it."

Two people came in on the next stop and your short conversation ceased until they got off two more floors up.

"And Sarah?"

“She’s okay…” he popped a shoulder, “not that it’s any of my concern…not really.”

You could only nod, not wanting to pry further.

“What about you?”

"Nothing new." You said,  quieter than you thought.

“Right…"

Two more floors and you would be at your destination. No doubt looking for or waiting on Walton for whatever this may become.

Ari kept his eyes forward, his toe tapping a little on the floor. He watched the dial scale as it counted upward and just as the lift settled between floors, he pulled the stopper with a growl.

"Ari, what..."

“Why did you run away like you did?” He turned to you, demanding an answer.

"Ari, don't do this."

“Damned it, Y/N.”

His hands roughly shoved you back into the wall as he gripped your upper arms. You gasped at the force but not in fear. He was passionate and you knew it. Your purse fell to the floor with a thud.

"It wasn't right," you tearfully managed. Your resolve was nothing with him anymore and that made him dangerous. Your was guard down. 

“What wasn’t?”

"I... Us." You sniffed. "You had Mya to think about and...and Sarah."

“Me and Sarah were done before I even went to Sudan.” Ari shook his head. 

"Just push the button, Ari, please.” 

“What are you so scared of?” He was so close, you could nearly taste the cigarette on his breath. You could feel the air he huffed from his nose.

"You. I still love you. And it'll cost me everything."

“Whaddya mean, everything?” He whispered.

You took a deep breath, "I wouldn't be able to let you go."

“Who says you have to?”

"Our jobs," you barely spoke. "It's reckless.”

“Stop making excuses…” he shook his head, “that’s all that is. You bailed, after everything…even when I found out who you were…” he swallowed and looked down. “I looked for you, when we got back to Tel Aviv…but before we had even finished, you’d gone. Without so much as a word.”

"Ari, please, just let me go." You now cried. This was far more painful that the ricochet bullet you took as the group was loaded into the plane. "Push the button."

"No."

"What do you want from me? I left because it was over. It was done. The mission was shut. I couldn't stay. I tried. It was out of my hands, it was out of Walt's. Home office wanted me home."

“Without so much as a goodbye, or an explanation?”

"I'm sorry."

His chest was heaving, his eyes locked onto yours as his brow was furrowed. “Yeah…”

"Yes." You nodded. "I should have, I wanted to. I was wrong."

You watched his eyes as they softened a little before he gave a sigh, dropping his gaze as he let you of your arms. You took a steadying breath as be back up towards the call buttons and the other side of the lift. He was hesitating. 

Ari Levinson didn't hesitate.

“Ari…”

“Did you mean it?” He paused, still not looking  by at you.

"What?"

“That you still love me.”

"Yes," you didn't hesitate.

“Huh…” he raised his brow and gave a little chuckle, “kinda ironic.”

"Why?"

“Because you never actually told me you loved me when we were together.” He looked up at you, a sad smile on his face. “It’s taken this to get you to admit it.”

"Would it have made a difference?" You wondered out loud. "You had a job to do. So did I. By the time Walt blew my cover, it was too late. The cat and mouse game was through. The two of you twisting each other's dick size that day was all the mattered. Until you walked in and forced his hand to make the call."

You knew someone in the building would have alerted maintenance about the elevator at any moment, you'd been stopped too long.

“It would have been nice to know you felt the same way as I did, that’s all.” Ari’s voice was calm.

Your eyes closed as two tears finally fell. "I'm so sorry."

“So am I.”

You felt two large hands cup your face and you opened your eyes to see Ari looking at you. 

“There’s nothing standing in our way…” he swiped at your tears with his thumbs. “Nothin’ but excuses.” He licked his lips, “and I don’t know about you…but I’m tired of makin’ ‘em.”

Your lips moved without sound, 'me too.'

His eyes bounced across yours for an second, before he surged forward and crashed his mouth to yours. You grunted at the unexpected force but responded to his kiss easily, passionately. Your hands slid into his hair, tangling in his silky locks. He backed you against the side again, your lower back into the handrail. His tongue was massaging yours as he kissed you with passion and fervor. But also with a delicate nature that only he could find balance with. You’d missed this, missed him. It had been months since you’d walked away but there hadn’t been a single day where you hadn’t thought about him.

You loved him. It was truly as simple as that. You were brought to Tel-Aviv for a reason but this was a bonus. This was righting a wrong that never should have happened. A step you never should have made. You didn't fight for him, for you both. But clearly, you were given a chance here today.

You reached out, your fingers hooking into his belt as he deepened the kiss, his arms moving to hold you to him. Your skin felt aflame and your whole body responded entirely to his kiss. The way his tongue moved over yours, the way your body fit in the broad frame of his. Your senses were wild as you smelled a scent that was only him. A scent of his own creation  through pheromones and the cigarettes he smoked, the leather that he often sat upon. Your fingers fumbled with the buckle of his belt as his lips moved from your mouth to your jaw. You tilted your neck, more pliant as he kissed over your skin. His hands worked at the skirt of your dress as you stripped the leather from its buckle, pulling it up enough to not obstruct your legs as he quickly lifted you with ease. Your ass rested on the cool metal rail and your ankles locked at the small of his back for balance. As his teeth grazed that spot below your ear you sighed, before you suddenly remembered where you were.

“Ari…”

"Don't care."

"We..."

“I can be quick…you know I can…”

You worked his flies and zip.

"I need you," he whispered in your ear. "I've needed you every day."

"Ari..."

“Sunshine…please.”

"Yes."

That was all he needed to hear. He didn’t waste any time, his fingers moving your panties to one side. His thumb pressed your clit and his middle finger slid right into your wet heat.

“Fuck…” you cursed as you hastily dipped your hand into his well worn Levi’s

He hissed as he leaned into you. "Quick, but this isn't over."

You nodded as he moved forward, his fingers curling into you a few more times before he settled his hips between the space your legs made. His hand covered yours, as you pulled him from his jeans. He slid your palm away and replaced it with his own, teasing you quickly before sliding in and quickly to the hilt. You groaned a little, your ankles locking round his back as he let out a soft grunt, his lips moving back to yours. You didn't need time to adjust, your body knew how to respond to his size and length. He chuffed a breath from his nose as he rolled his hips into you. Your hands gripped his shoulders, fingers curling into his shirt as he found his rhythm. He kept you pressed into the wood board of the lift wall. Your back sliding upward and barely back down before he was rutting into you again.

"Ari..." You whimpered in his ear. "S’good."

“Fuck…yeah…takin me so well, sunshine…”

You couldn't hold back the filthy moan from your throat. His timbre, his masculinity, his, well, all-encompassing everything was so good for you. He had remembered just how you liked it quickly, how you loved it. How his words in your ear got you near the edge faster when you had to be quick. And you were positive somewhere back in your hind brain he portably remembered how you liked it slow. His ruts were fast and deep, and he groaned into your mouth when your hands slid down and gripped at his ass. Ari's hand slipped between you and fingers pressed at your swollen clit. He kept his body weighted into yours and the change in angle, coupled with the pressure of his fingers and frame made you feel like you were more than just one.

“Fuck…” you cursed, you head falling back. It had been months since you’d felt like this, and you were rapidly approaching your end.

"Shit, sunshine..."

“Ari…I need…harder…”

"Oh fuck, yes, baby girl..." He obliged, picking up the pace, your shoulders now banging against the side of the elevator. You didn't care if the sounds of your reunion were heard, not in any way. He felt too good, far too good for quiet. “I can feel you, baby…” he grunted into your mouth, “so fuckin tight…”

You nipped his bottom lip into your teeth and whined, "I'm... There it's is...” 

“Oh, baby…” Ari mumbled, “thassit…”

You quaked, not just shook around him as your contracting core pulled him impossibly further. You cry stifled by his bearded kiss. Your hands squeezed as the flesh of his ass beneath your heels as they dug into his spine. His curses died out, replaced by pants and grunts and you knew he was close. Just before he came, his lips covered yours again in and attempt to mute his own cry and moan, and your hands snaked through his beard and into his hair, the tendrils between your fingers as you gave them a little tug. That was it, that little bite of pain had him filling you up. Your bodies stilled, the rush and heat from fucking fast beading sweat in your brows. Sounds of commotion from above filled the empty space as people were calling out to see if anyone were in there and needed help.

Ari took a deep breath, “we’re okay…don’t know…don’t know what happened…it just stopped…”

“Liar…” you whispered. 

He winked as he pulled out of you, kissing you quickly. You gasped and slid down the to where your feet hit the floor. Ari fixed himself back in his pants as you sought to yourself. He waited until you gave a nod before pressing the Stop button back in. The lift moved from its stall between floors and dinged just as you grabbed your bag from the floor. The doors opened and no one thought the wiser to what had just happened. Ari waited politely for you to exit before him and you both headed through to the busy office. Ari led you to Ethan's office and your eyes widened in surprise to see Walton sitting and waiting for you.

“I see you two found each other.” Ethan arched a brow.

“Yeah…and got stuck in the elevator.” Ari scoffed, heading straight to the drinks cart. “I told you that thing is a death trap.”

"Sure, Ari, just make yourself at home." Ethan rolled his eyes as the younger man poured himself a scotch. He offered to Walton a drink and silently he declined as did you. But you smirked knowing why he calmly helped himself. Always playing the game you thought.

"Shall we?" Ethan offered. Walton nodded. "There is a joint mission between governments that need your expertise. It's deep cover and you'll need a team.

"Guy Thomas and Ellie Greene are burned. So," Walton tossed two files on the table between you all at knee level. You picked up one copy and Ari reached for the other. "What do you say?"

You read the details and arched a brow, “Nancy Billington? Seriously, Walt, that’s the best you could come up with?”

He smirked because it was the type of name that rich people used. 5th Avenue New York City types and you despised them. His quirky digs at you since your divorce were always in good fun and well natured, never in spite.

You snorted and rolled your eyes, “imaginative…”

"Andrew Billington, married to wife Nancy for three months." Ari snorted as he read aloud the profile. "Ethan..."

"You wanted back in, this is your ticket. I need you on this Ari. It's a lot like before. A second step in the process if you will."

"And I get my team?" He asked.

"Yes, there's one exception." Ethan sighed.

“What?”

"Rachel's out, she's pregnant and obviously ineligible for the field." Ethan explained, "so she’ll be working back office. Which is why I made the personal request to Brown for Y/N."

“Rachel’s pregn…no way!” Your eyes widened

"Due quite quickly, actually," Ethan shrugged. "I suppose a near death experience in Sudan helps heal marriages."

“Not all of ‘em.” Ari spoke, absentmindedly.

Ethan didn't miss the comment. But he didn't exactly acknowledge it either.

Walton cleared his throat, "so..."

You glanced up from the file and looked at Ari who gave nothing away. You looked to Walton. "When do we leave?"

His dick was good and he knew it. Cocky fucking bastard had length and girth that made nearly every college co-ed who knew your agreement wickedly jealous and emerald green with envy. 

"Fuck, that's it," Jake hissed as your tight walls hugged his dick. "You take that dick good, baby."

You were feeling good, you wouldn't deny it, but you weren't quite there yet to cum as hard as he could make you. Your whimpers and moans spurred him on, sure, and you, you yourself, changed from on your hands and knees to your elbows and knees. Doing that gave him an angled thrust and it was then you began to feel more of what Jake Wyler; number four, starting QB and team captain, had to offer you. 

You whimpered, "oh, shit, Jake!" 

"Yeah, baby, take that," he grunted and then he gave a slap to your ass. He'd never done that before, a slightly cupped hand cracking against the skin of your derriere.

But you liked it. 

Your insides squeezed him, telling him as much. And you grunted involuntarily. So, he did it again and as you cried out, from both pleasure and pain, you squeezed him tighter. 

But for you, the enjoyment still wasn't enough but he kept at the spanking, clearly discovering a new kink for himself. You felt the rawness of your flesh as it began to sting and ache. Yet, you said nothing as you'd hoped it'd get you off as much as it seemingly was working for him. 

He slapped and you clenched, his cock throbbing now inside you, swelling to bust. You dipped your hand between your legs, expert balance on one arm, no doubt from pilates, and banged your own clit in order to get closer to cumming. Your ass stung, your skin was hot and you were getting fucked good, but you weren't going to cum so as Jake picked up his speed, railing you with sloppy control and your fingers did a number on your clit, you made lewd sounds to get him closer. 

One, two, three more spanks and he was quickly pulling out and shooting his hot load over his hand print and the rest of your burning cheek. 

You grunted and led your cheek to the bed, sadly realizing you were going to have to finish your own orgasm later. The edge he'd just places you on damn well tight. Then you heard him. 

“Huh…”

“What?” You panted.

“My hand print looks good on your ass, maybe you should make it permanent…get a tattoo of it.”

"Maybe next time you make me cum first, you dick."

“No need to be like that! I know a good artist, she could draw it for you. She did this portrait once of her mom…the likeness was uncanny.”

"Pass. But call me when you want to fuck again." 

“Alright…” with that he pulled back from you and his palm gave your ass its final slap. “I’ll just clean up in the bathroom and let myself out. See ya soon, Sweet Cheeks.”

You'd yelped and turned your head, just in time to see him bend for his clothes. He headed to the door of your bedroom, butt ass nude, and then flicked his legs out to the side as he sprung up into the air, kicking his heels together.

“What a douche.” You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. 

He’d be lying if he hadn’t thought about getting up close and personal with those stockings and that scarlet red lip paint. Several times, in fact. He’d had thoughts about them in ways which his mother would be thoroughly ashamed of, such as how that lipstick would look smeared across your face, or his dick. And how those stockings would look round your ankles. He wondered if you wore them with garters clipped into lace tops or if they went as high as the undergarments you wore.

Just weeks ago, the man he once was would have never been looked at twice. Sickly and scrawny but with the purest heart and brilliant mind, manners and respect, courage and selfish bravery. Traits that were only amplified by the serum and explosion of his cells. Women used to balk or turn the other way. Now, they fawned over him and while he'd once thought briefly of a moment like this with the SSR agent that gave him her time, you were the object of his affections now.

Steve scoffed for a second and blinked back a roll of his eyes.

There was one problem to this entire scenario. And that problem was the fact he’d never even kissed a woman properly before, let alone…well, gone any further. It all kinda seemed a little futile and pointless, really, whilst a war blazed on around you all…

He reached for his beer and took a sip, his eyes then flicking to one of the guys from the roadshow who approached his table. 

“Hey, Captain Rogers? You’re welcome to join us, you know?”

"Thanks, but I think I'm gonna call it a night," he replied.

“Sure…erm, see you tomorrow then.”

Steve nodded and smiled softly. He stood from the table, his Army regulation dress khakis outlining his bulky frame, and picked up his still half full glass. He carried it over to the bar and left it beside the clean station where a bar back worked. He'd already tipped the tender but this time he caught the eye of the back and said, "for the hard work." And slid a dollar under the pint before walking away.

He headed out into the brisk air, it wasn’t a long walk back to the hotel he was staying in. And it was a clear night. He took a moment to look up at the sky, his sharp eyes trailing the various constellations and he couldn’t help but smile. His mind cast him back to the times he and Bucky had led on the roof of his apartment block, Steve teaching Bucky where the shapes where just as his mom taught him.

"Keep safe, Buck." He spoke softly, as if half a world away, under heavy fire and little sleep, his best friend could hear him.

The door to the bar he had just exited opened again and he spun to see you stepping out into the brisk air behind him.

“Oh, hey, Captain Rogers.” You smiled a little shyly.

"Hi," he swallowed back, equally as shy.

"You, uh, do you want some company back if you're going back that is. I don't want to assume you don't have any other plans or..." you rambled.

“You’re leaving so soon?”

"Yeah, I'm tired. Been on my feet all day and I'm not exactly one for dinner, drinks and dancing. Not on show nights anyway. I only came for a quick gin to shut them up.”

“Ahh, yeah…” he gave a wry chuckle, “not exactly feeling it myself tonight either. Erm, can I…can I walk you back?”

"Did I just ask you that?" You giggled, a toothy smile on your face, red lips outlining pearly whites.

“You did, yes…” he sighed, looking at his shoes. “Erm…okay, we’ll walk each other back?”

"I like that idea," you pushed your hands further into your coat pocket.

Steve gestured with his arm, allowing you to set off and then promptly placed himself on the outside of the sidewalk, meaning he was between you and the road.

You took notice but didn't say much. "So, be honest, Captain, are you enjoying the tour?"

“Well, I’m doing my bit I suppose…bonds take a twenty percent rise in each state I visit …”

You laughed, genuinely laughed. "That's very true, Mr. Star Spangled Man, but not what I asked.”

He snorted, “I guess it’s just different from what I expected to be doing.”

You stepped a little closer to his side. "Which was what?"

“Actually being on the front line, you know?” He took a deep breath. “It just seems…I dunno, a waste of what I went through.”

"I could agree with that." You sighed. "But can I be honest?"

“Sure.”

"The front line isn't all glamorous like they want you to think." You looked down for a moment as the two of you stopped at the traffic light, waiting to cross to the corner where your hotel sat. "I have, had two brothers. One older, one younger and just before I started this tour, an Army staffer showed up to our door to tell my parents and myself that they were both gone. Both infantry, fighting different fronts, just gone."

Steve sighed, “I’m sorry to hear that, I really am, Y/N.”

"You remember my name," you said it with a little surprise.

You saw him blush a little and he nodded, “yeah, I…well, I’ve always had a good memory, now it seems to be exemplary.”

"Thank you," you shrugged. "It was hard to hear. But, I suppose unavoidable. It's the price you pay at enlistment. You have a half chance of coming home, and a half you don't. We buried them both the same day. My mom was thankful for it. My dad, he's not been the same." Then you inhaled deeply and let it out as the signal changed and the two of you crossed, Steve's hand gingerly and cautiously coming to the small of your back so as to help you across and keep you from getting separated as the oncoming crowd walked toward you.

“My dad died in the last war,” he offered as you reached the other side. “I never met him. Ma always said the one thing she was grateful for was the fact he went doing something he felt was right.”

"I get the feeling you're a lot like him." You complimented as you walked closer to the building rather than the street. You were wondering what to do now as you approached the turn style door to your hotel. Your floor was a few down from Steve's. The single women's floor of the hotel a must for the show girls and the rules put on you.

“Ma said I was.” His lips curved into a soft smile.

"What does she do?" You wondered.

“She was a nurse, started out on a children's ward, then ended up on a Tuberculosis assignment when they needed extra staff. Unfortunately she took a hit, couldn’t shake it.”

"Oh Steve, I'm so sorry. How long?" You spoke softly, your hand reached out for his bicep in empathy.

“Erm…I was eighteen so…seven, eight years ago now.”

"Wow. And you've been on your own since?" You wondered then peddled back a bit. "I'm sorry, that's really personal. Please don't feel you have to answer."

“No, it’s fine. Yes, it's been just me. Well, other than Bucky and his family. But…I pretty much got by on my own.”

You hummed just taking it all in. He was being so open with you, it felt nice. Most of the men on the tour spent their free time gawking at you and the rest of the girls if they weren't already playing Merry-Go-Round in their hotel rooms with one another. Steve, he was different. Genuine. A loner even in this state. Much like you, who kept to yourself and occasionally went to dinner and drinks or sometimes dancing when you felt the need for socializing. "I'm going to assume Bucky is your friend?"

“Oh, yeah.” He chuckled, “my best friend…he’s…out there somewhere, I ain’t seen him in a while.”

You nodded. "I'll keep thinking he's just fine. Waiting to do whatever the two of you did when he gets back. Did he, does he know what you...you look like now?"

“I suspect he’s seen the posters, heard the rumors or stories.” Steve chuckled, “last thing he said to me before he left was not to do anything stupid till he got back. Kinda think that ship sailed…”

You chuckled and nodded in agreement. Then as you came to a second traffic stop, you realized that the two of you had just kept talking and walking, neither paying attention to the fact that you'd bypassed your hotel entirely.

Steve seemed to come to the realization at the same time as you and he looked at you a little sheepishly. His hand rubbed at the back of his neck as he looked down the street from the corner you were on.

“Look. Erm, I know you said you weren’t one for dancing or drinking…but…” he nodded to another little bar a few doors down, “can I buy you a night cap? Only if you want? No pressure or…”

"Sure," you nodded with a smile. "I'd like that a lot."

He blinked, almost like he was shocked and you smiled, before you tentatively slipped your hand into the crook of his arm. He looked down at your manicured nails as they curled round his sleeve and then his eyes met yours. You could see his cheeks were flushed again but he simply took a deep breath and didn’t make to pull away from you.

“Shall we?” He asked, clearing his throat.

"Lead the way, Captain." You grinned.

He walked you, arm in arm, towards the next stop and pulled the door open for you. It wasn't as crowded as the last place, and for that you were thankful. There was still live music but it wasn't as loud or rowdy as the previous establishment. The two of you found a free table, somewhat in a quieter corner and sat, Steve pulling your chair for you and waiting until you were comfortable before he asked about your drink of choice.

“Gin and tonic, please.” You smiled.

"Coming right up," he nodded and left you, always keeping an eye on you as he went. Even as he side led up to the bar, he jutted a hip out and leaned an elbow against the bartop to order and still see you. You weren't sure exactly why but you had a good feeling it was just to keep you safe, keep you comfortable. He soon returned with a drink in each hand, your gin and tonic in his left and a darker, ember fill in his right. 

"Scotch or whiskey?" You asked.

"Scotch," he popped a shoulder.

You sipped your drink as Steve took a seat and exhaled a little as he loosened his tie slightly.

The two of you spend the rest of the evening just talking. That was merely it. In fact, the two of you ended up losing track of time and before you knew it, you'd blinked and chairs were overturned on tabletops around you.

“Well…looks like I get to walk you back for a second time.” He chuckled.

"I'm not complaining." You heated from the inside out. "Thank you for the drink."

Once more you emerged into the night air, only it seemed to be a little colder than when you’d entered the bar before. You shivered a little and Steve glanced down sat you. 

“Hey…here….” He began undoing the buttons on his jacket, ignoring your protests as he gently draped it over your shoulders.

"I already have this one on, but thank you." You pulled the sides of his coat closer to you. "I guess Chicago is colder than I expected."

"It's the "Windy City'," he winked.

Together, again Steve taking the roadside walk back, the two of you finally headed into the lobby of the hotel where you were staying.

“Thank you.” You smiled at him, “tonight was nice.”

"It was," he agreed. "Would it be too forward to walk you to your room? Or at least to your floor?"

“No…I mean, you never know what kind of miscreant you might encounter in a hotel corridor…”

Again that bashful side of him came forward as his hand reached once more for his neck. The elevator dinged and you stepped in, Steve following.

"Steve...." you bit back your lips over your teeth. He looked at you, and then you scoffed. "I don't even know what I was going to say."

His brow arched a little, “well, mind reading isn’t one of the side effects of the serum so…I don’t know either.”

“God you’re a little sassy underneath all those spangles!” You snorted. 

He chuckled, "seems like you are too behind the glitter and top hat."

“Never judge a book by its cover, Captain.”

"So I'm learning," Steve chortled. 

Truth be told, he was having a great time and didn't want the night to end. But he was at a stand still as the night indeed was through.

The elevator opened and he allowed you to step out in front of him and followed you towards your door.

“So…this is me.” You paused outside your room.

“Right, err…thank you.” He smiled, “tonight was…well, it was fun. I forgot what that was.”

You leaned upwards and forward and kissed his cheek, your red stained lips leaving a mark on his cheek. He looked a little taken aback; his neck flushing and you couldn’t help but notice the freckles that sat above his collar.

His face turned towards yours, his eyes scanning your features as if he was looking for something and you moved and pecked him again at the side of his mouth. He turned just before you pulled back and kissed your lips.

It was a lingering peck as opposed to a full on kiss. But it still sent a little tingle through your body from your head to your toes. He went to pull back, but you took hold of his tie, gripping it in your fist and kept his lips to yours, your tongue peeking out to touch his lower lip. He took your lead, opening his mouth a little, allowing you to deepen the kiss.

And boy, it was good.

Slow, deep swipes of his tongue against yours as you felt him relax once he realized you weren’t pulling away. You weren't sure if it was his first kiss, but there was definitely experience behind it. Or rookie success.

Eventually, you pulled back, blinking a little as you smiled softly. Your eyes scanned the hall and you turned quickly to unlock your door with your brass key. Once you pushed it open, you turned to Steve and again grabbed him by the tie and yanked him into your room.

He stumbled a little, looking like a rabbit caught in headlights.

“I…err, I don’t…”

You giggled, "ooops. Now what?"

“I…er…I’m not sure…I-“

“Well, I guess we got two options…” you smiled, shrugging off his jacket, and then your own.

He visibly swallowed, "which are?"

“One…you can walk out the door, go back to your room…”

"Two?"

“You can help me outta this dress.”

His mouth open and closed like a fish before he stammered out, "Oh...okay."

You watched him, and then took a deep breath. “Look, Steve…I don’t wanna…shit.” You sighed, “I’m sorry…I’m being very forward. I won’t say another word about it if you wanna leave.”

"I don't," he groaned. "Trust me doll, its not that. I don't wanna leave, you're a great dame, and I've had a really good time. I just....I haven't ever..."

“Yeah, I didn’t think you were the type to just kinda go in for a random fling.” You smiled, “I get it…it’s fine…”

“No, it’s not that…I mean…” he groaned, “I haven’t…”

You’re eyes widened a little when you suddenly understood what he was saying. “You’re a…”

He groaned, “yeah…” his head rolled back and he looked up at the ceiling. “God this is embarrassing.”

You couldn't help the smile gently splaying over your lips. Your thumb softly took hold of his chin, pulling him back to your gaze. "It doesn't bother me, Steve. But for the record, I'm not a floozy either."

“No, I didn’t…that’s not…I…I don’t think that.”

"If you don't...then, I'm okay with that. But if you do, I can...help."

“Help?” He swallowed again, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

"Show you... talk you through it. I won't judge either and I'm not looking to wake up in the morning and brag I went to bed with Captain America."

“I don’t think it would be much to brag about, doll.”

You popped a shoulder, "maybe I should be the judge of that."

“O-okay…”

You parted your lips as those red nails at your finger tips further undid his tie. Then began to pluck at the buttons on his dress shirt. His white tee finally visible and there was already an evident flush to his skin. Not to mention an evident growing bulge in his khakis. You turned around and looked over your shoulder, eyeing him as he stood there not sure what to do. "I could use some help."

“Oh, yeah…sure…” he stepped forward and his hands moved up to the button at the top. He fumbled a little but eventually flipped it through the eye and then dragged the zip down the track.

The garment fell away over your shoulders and down your hips, your underwear and bra visible. You turned and didn't miss the gasp from Steve as he took you in. His eyes particularly focused on your lips and then your thighs.

You waited patiently, his gaze heating you from the inside out.

"You can touch me, Steve." You whispered.

"Where?" He choked.

"Where do you want to touch me?"

He stepped towards you, the distance closing even more as his hand gently reached out and rest at your hip. His one hand trailed down to the garter clipped stockings with their lace tops on your thighs. 

You bent your neck upward to kiss him and he took your offering with ease. Steve kissed you the same way that he just had in the hall and you hummed against his touch. You reached for the hand at your hip and pulled it around to your backside, setting it atop your cheek. You pushed against his fingers, hoping to signal him to squeeze as you kept kissing. He took the hint and that strong hand palmed your flesh. Your hands pushed at the lose shirt on his shoulders and it fell away. Your nails dragged down his chest, covered by crisp cotton and pulled it from its tucking beneath his issued belt. Fists gripped the hem and lifted the item, Steve discarding the fabric to the floor.

Your hands slid delicately up his chest, those strong planes of muscle twitching at your touch.

"Wow," you whispered. Steve blushed. Then you smirked as your eyes met his. He couldn't be the only one with nothing covering his upper body. So, you reached behind you and undid the clasp to your bra. It fell down your shoulders just as your dress did before you let it go completely to your feet.

Steve couldn’t take his eyes off the soft swell of your breasts. They were pert, nipples hard from the chill of the room and excitement

He reached again for you, a knuckle running over your peaked skin and he touched them with his finger and thumb. He'd read in the dirties about women and what to do, what they liked but there was no way in hell it matched up to actually being in the act.

You sighed, and his eyes flicked to your face as you pulled that bottom lip between your teeth, the white standing out a stark contrast to the scarlet lipstick.

In a burst of courage his lips crashed to yours, knocking you back a step. But, Steve's reflexes kicked in and he grabbed you to keep you steady. You couldn’t help but melt into his arms, allowing him to kiss you as he wanted

The urgency was there, a need you felt just as much as he projected. Tipping you back upright, your hands felt from his neck to his belt and swiftly worked it lose and his pants open.

You dropped to your knees and looked up at him, "this okay?"

He opened his mouth, but closed it again and instead he nodded.

You reached into the waist of his pants and took his cock in your hand. You swallowed hard at the feel of him in your palm. He was thick, wide. Your mind wondered if it got that far, could your body take it. You took him out and saw what he was offering for the first time. A twist of your wrist around him caused Steve to moan. Then you licked your lips before wrapping them around his tip.

Steve choked at the feel of your warm mouth around him. It was like nothing that he’d ever felt before. The way those ruby lips wrapped around him and moved back and forth as you let him down your throat had his toes curling in his boots. He didn't know what to do with his hands at first but he wanted to touch you, so he let one fall to his side while the other cupped your head.

His thumb gently wiped your lips, smearing that lipstick slightly across your cheek and the pad. "Fuck," his hissed as his fantasy was coming to fruition.

Your eyes blinked up at him as you carried on, your tongue adding extra pressure to the underneath of his dick. His breathing became ragged and Steve tilted his chin back, eyes to the ceiling. He groaned and he felt his body change, filling with wanton need and desire. If you carried on like that he was going to blow in minutes. 

But…some little voice flicked in his mind. He knew from his own, erm, ‘time’ alone that he’d be hard again in a matter of minutes so…

"Don't stop, doll."

You blinked up as his face turned back down to look at yours. The look on his features turned you on even more. The flush to his cheeks, slack mouth, the way those muscles in his thick neck strained…he really was a thing of beauty.

And he was here, pretty much at your mercy.

You sped up the bob of your head, hollowing your cheeks out and tightening around him further. Your lips were leaving red rings around his cock. You pressed your tongue against that vein on his underside harder.

“Fuck…” you heard his curse as his large hand settled on the back of your head.

You hummed around him, keeping you in place as you began to deep throat him. His reactions made you feel good. Damn good, the wetness between your legs seeping through your panties. You freed your hand from his girth and took both around his thighs to his ass, pulling him toward you more as your throat carried the brunt of his dick, the hilt of him at your chin and nose.

“Oh…god…oh god…” he choked and then a string of curses which would have made a sailor blush tumbled from those plump lips as he pulsed in your mouth.

The barely there edges of your red nails pricked into his skin and he was quickly losing his load down your throat. You pulled back just a little so you could swallow up what he was quite literally putting down. Your eyes brimmed with tears because of the gag and minimal oxygen.

Steve saw and through the fog in his brain he felt a hint of worry and concern. But, as your eyes seemed to smile, his chest started to sag as he relaxed, taking in deep breaths to control his breathing.

Gently, and ever so slowly, you backed away, and his already re-hardening cock was free from your throat.

“You okay?” You asked him

"Yeah," he wiped that fallen tear from your cheek, his thumb and forefinger moving to your chin. He ran that tear over your bottom lip, again smearing that red paint across your lip.

“You’re beautiful.”

"I bet you say that to all the girls, Captain." You joked.

“No…” he shook his head. “And I told you, no one’s…”

"Hopefully it was okay," you dropped that chin of yours.

A large hand cupped that very chin and tipped your face to look upwards. “It was more than okay.” But he kept the pressure on your chin, "get up, doll."

You did as asked, rising to your feet. You stood before him, your belly feeling like it was full of butterflies as you looked up into his eyes.

"Is it my turn?" He wondered as his blues bore into your colored orbs.

You nodded slowly, "please."

He licked his lips, before he bent to kiss you. “How…I mean what…what do you want?”

You took a step back, and slowly dropped your hands to the waist of your panties, fingers hooking the waistband and slipping them down your legs and past your knees. They fell to the floor and you looked back up at Steve. He'd watched every inch of that fabric fall. Your foot swooped to the top of the mattress, the heel of your T-strap shoe hanging off the edge of the bed. You went to remove your garter belt and unclip the straps that held your stockings up.

"No," Steve was quick to stop your hand, "Leave them, please."

You nodded.

Something seemed to click in him and he jerked out of whatever trance he had been in and bent to undo his boots. His fingers were fumbling so you made out like you were smoothing down your hair, not watching. But you found his awkwardness endearing. Such a stoic, strong and taciturn man in so many ways yet here you both were.

Soon enough he was naked like you and was you watched him step out of his clothes in the pile at his feet, you scooted back on the bed. You led back, your arms above your head, elongating your body, a leg straight, the other crooked at your knee, leaning to the inside.

"Come on up," you said softly, a lowly tone to your voice.

In the dim light you watched as he knelt on the bed, the mattress underneath you bowing with his added weight. You moved your leg, bending both your knees and allowing him to crawl over you, his slip hips fitting between the space your legs made. 

He kissed you, full of long and languid swipes of his tongue and you wondered if that was how he always kissed or if it was just him thinking you liked it that way. You did, but you were still curious. And as he kissed you, you reached between the two of you and took him in your hand once again. You dragged his tip up and down your wet slit, coating him. 

His hand covered yours only for a moment to take it off him and replace it with his own. A tilt of his hips and his head pressed right into your hole.

His entire body went rigid, and the arm he was holding his weight with shook at the elbow.

You arched your back as he slipped in just a little more unknowingly. "Oh fuck," the profane word slipped from your lips. And Steve seemed to do it again. "Oh, just like that, Steve."

Your praise clearly boosted his confidence as he pushed in all the way, burying himself to the hilt. You cried out, the feel of him thick, wide and long inside you was glorious. 

"Shit," he stopped, "are you okay?"

“Yeah, yeah…” you swallowed, your hands sliding up his arms. “I’m…I’m good…”

He bent his neck and kissed you again as he pulled back and pushed forward. 

You sighed, your hands tightening round his biceps as his thrusts were slow and steady. You watched his face, that sculptured jawline that looked as if it has been carved from marble was clenched in a combination of bliss and an outward manifestation of the control he was exercising with you.

"Steve," you whimpered. It felt so good, it was honestly surprising. Especially given the nature of it being his first time.

He didn’t say much, apart from the odd curse to God, but the little noises of desire and satisfaction that rumbled in his throat and chest were sure indications he was enjoying this as much as you were.

You felt like that edge of bliss was coming close. The pressure built in your belly and deep inside of you. Your hands slid from his arms to his broad back, the muscles just as chiseled and pronounced there as his chest. Your eyes blinked, locking with his, his pupils wide with lust.

"Doll, I'm..." he managed.

"Please don't stop, Steve."

He groaned loudly, his face contorting in concentration. His hips sped up just a tick and you tightened your ankles around his narrow waist, closing in on the space where you connected.

It made Steve moan with a deep rumble. Your back arched as you could feel him deep inside you, throbbing as he moved with a confidence that he’s seemingly just found

"Steve..." you chanted, "I'm...oh," you whimpered as your body tensed. You came with a whimper-cry mix, his name flowing from your mouth as if you'd been experienced lovers.

“Doll, shit…I’m…” a second later he'd pulled out and coated your belly. His hot seed painted your skin, but you instantly missed the weight of him above you, and the width of him inside you.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, “I just….we didn’t have anything…and…”

"Hey," you cupped his face, "it's okay. It's okay."

His brow was beaded with sweat, hair out of place as a strand fell over his forehead. You reached up and brushed it back, fingertips trailing down the outline of his face. You blinked slowly, your eyes soft and now tired.

"I should, let me get, I'll go grab something for that." Steve stumbled in a quiet voice.

“Okay…” you gave him a soft smile.

He backed away, off the bed and found his way into the bathroom. Very quickly he returned with a warm wet cloth and a dry one. He cleaned up his mess, gently and with extra care, from your belly before drying you off and discarding the towels on the bathroom floor.

Steve pulled the sheets back and helped you cover up all before dressing himself in his underwear and tee.

“You’re leaving?” You asked

"I don't want you to get into trouble. Or fired." Steve hung his head. "But I also don't want to."

“Then don’t.”

He smiled softly, "are you wanting me to stay?"

"Yes." You replied with a quiet confidence.

“Okay…” he conceded, with an arch of a brow, “but I’ll have to go early…”

"It's okay." You knew it was true. But you didn't mind him warming your bed before he had to.

He moved to the side you weren’t led on and pulled back the duvet.

“One last request…” you blinked at him.

"Yeah..."

“Take your shirt off.”

He chuckled, "Alright."

Steve stripped of the upper garment and tossed it back with his clothes that were now neatly folded with his boots at the foot of the bedside table.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his meticulous nature.

Steve slid down into the sheets, his large frame led alongside yours. He wrapped his arm around you, tucking his other under your body. It was like a warm, weighted blanket that curled you into a safe place. A comfort from being alone and on the road so many nights. A peace to the heartache you felt from being homesick and broken with the loss of your brothers.

It didn't take more than a few moments for you to settle into heavy eye lids and sleep sense washing over you.

Steve felt your body relax and his keen hearing picked up your slowing heart rate as you began to fall asleep. He, too, felt the burden of the ending night through his body and soon his own eyes drooped, covering his baby blues into darkness.

When you woke the next morning, Steve was gone. His pile of neatly folded regulation clothes gone and only the scent of him remained. But there was one other thing that he'd left behind.

A note. 

Beautifully scrolled writing on a piece of hotel paper was a written goodbye and a promise to see you soon...

********************

“Steve…Cap?”

“Huh?” Steve shook his head, turning to Bruce. “I…errr…”

“You went somewhere else for a moment,” the scientist grinned as he sipped his beer.

“Yeah, guess I did…” Steve chuckled as he reached for the glass of Asgardian Meade, which was perched on the bar on the table in front of him. He glanced around; the rest of the guys who were left after Stark’s party were otherwise preoccupied, be it by Stark himself or the takeout food which had been delivered not long back.

“So…you walked her back to the room…” Bruce grinned, “then what?”

Steve flushed a little, before he smirked at Bruce over his glass, emboldened by the alcohol. “Use your imagination.”

“You…dirty dog!” Bruce snorted. “So…I’m curious…was she the only one during your tour days or-“

Steve chuckled a little, and eyed the amber liquid in his glass. Thor was right, this stuff really had a punch. “Erm, yeah…she was.”

“And was it a onetime thing or…”

“We…we courted.” Steve admitted, “as much as we could that is. It wasn’t too long before I ended up in the thick of the action. After I left for the front line, the tour was cancelled…and she went back home.”

“And that was it?”

“We wrote…as much as we could but, well, like I say. I went after Hydra, ended up taking a seventy year nap.”

Bruce sighed dramatically, “well, Cap…they say it is better to have loved and lost…” Steve didn’t miss the way his friend’s eyes strayed to Natasha who was sprawled on a sofa opposite, laughing at something Clint had said to Stark.

Steve merely nodded, drained his glass and then happily took the flask, which Thor wordlessly held out for him from his right. He had a suspicion the God had heard his discussion with Bruce, but he didn’t care much. He’d skipped over the juicy parts, so to speak.

He also hadn’t revealed that he’d looked you up as soon as he could once he’d come out of the ice. He’d found that a few years or so after returning home you’d ended up working as a secretary for a legal company. You’d married someone from the firm, a lawyer none the less. Had a few kids, and lived what he hoped was a happy life until you passed, peacefully in your sleep aged eighty three. 

He’d taken a trip out to your home town, a few months after the battle in New York. Found your headstone, smiled at the inscription about being full of life and fun, just how he remembered you. And he’d left a bunch of your favorite flowers, just as a token, a thank you if you will for showing him back then that there was always life to be lived no matter the wars that might be blazing on around him.

However, would remain between you and him, just as the details of your times together. There were somethings that even a good quality, God strength liquor couldn’t coax him to reveal.

He was a gentleman, after all.

**********

He drove home faster than he safely should have. He showered at the shop. Wanting to waste no amount of time between setting foot in the door and you.

He slipped his key in the lock, tossed his bag to the floor and smiled as he could hear soft music playing from upstairs and smell the comforting tones of your vanilla fragranced candles.

“Babe?” He heard nothing and figured you were in the bath. So, he kicked his boots off and headed up the steps. “Y/N? Sweetheart?”

Still no reply.

Curtis frowned. His lips were pressed into a straight line. He closed in on your bedroom and pushed the door open from its cracked space. And he gasped when he saw you, led out on the bed in what he would only deem to be the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.

The barely there red lace bra and panty set clung to your curves, your nipples and trimmed mound visible through the sheer material.

"Oh baby..."

You blinked up at him, smirking. “You like?

He stalked into the room and kneeled up onto your bed, saying nothing. But the fire in his eyes told you he damn well loved it. Your hand slid up to cup his cheek, the bristles of his short beard tickled your palm.

"Did you have a good day?" You whispered, never breaking his gaze.

“Mmmhmmm.” His fingers grazed your ribs, “it’s about to get even better.”

"That was my plan." You kissed him.

His tongue swiped against yours as your hand found its way to his head, brushing over the short hairs of his buzz cut.

“Get naked, Everett,” you breathed against his mouth, “put a baby in me.”

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna." He rose up on his knees and stripped his shirt away. The scars of a harder previous life engraved into his skin, the smattering of hair on his chest already enticing to rub your hands over. Those blue eyes that stared at you with love and desire made your insides pool. Very quickly, Curtis' lips were back on yours before dragging his tongue down your neck and nipping at your ear as he went up the opposite column of your neck.

“Imma fill you so good honey,”

Your breath hitched as you felt his hands grip your hip as the other held himself over you. Fingers slid up to your breasts and he kneaded them, running a thumb and finger over your nipples. "Fuck, Curtis...." your hands went to fumble with his belt but he backed away.

"Nope." He gently pushed your hand away. "Mine."

You blinked, and then moved your hands to his back. You loved it when he got like this. Your sex life has always been exciting and satisfying but since you’d been trying for a baby it had gotten even better. Curtis couldn’t get enough of you, desperate to knock you up. And you knew why.

He hadn’t had a happy child hood, bouncing from one foster home to the next. He’d been a troubled little boy, who had morphed into a delinquent teenager, getting into fights and involved in acts of petty crimes, until a bad brush with the law had given him a sharp wake up. 

All of that was a number of years behind him when you met him, but he still wore the scars (physically and mentally). He craved the family unit that he never had, the idea that someone like you wanted to give him that made him want to sing with happiness.

And it also made him horny as fuck.

Lips and nips of his teeth made their way down your body, pulling an already hardened nipple into his mouth as he sucked it through the mesh of your bra. He was led flat between your legs, the pressure of his weight against your thighs and lower belly. You were filled with wanton need and desperate for him to have his way. When it came to things lately, you were always more pliant than before. Receptive to anything the two of you could do and would do to make that dream a reality.

Those calloused hands of his smoothed down your thighs and back up again, coming to rest at your hips, his thumbs brushing the top of your panties.

“Can’t wait to see you all swollen with my kid…” he muttered against your breast, his eyes peeking up at you.

"Then you better get to it," you rasped.

“Patience, sweetheart.”

You grunted and stilled. Hands griped the sides of your panties and he dragged them down your legs. That red colored mesh no longer a barrier between your mound and his eyes.

Bristled lips kissed your right ankle and trailed a path upwards.

"Fuck, I can smell you, you smell so fucking good," Curtis groaned. "Been wanting to fuck you all day."

“Yeah?” You groaned as he nipped at the soft skin of the apex of your thigh. "That blow job before you left wasn't enough, huh?"

“It was an exceptionally good blow,” he chuckled, his mouth moving to where you wanted him the most, “but it ain’t stopped me thinking about fucking you all day.” As his tongue took its first swipe at your folds and Curtis hummed in delight. "Oh, baby.”

Your right hand fisted in the duvet as your back arched, your left was on his head, nails scratching at his scalp. That buzz cut rubbed against your palm much like that beard made your inner thighs, closest to your core, raw. He sucked and pulled at your clit as he ate his fill before two fingers stretched you. Curtis worked you well, hooking those digits upward and towards that point deep inside that made your body quiver.

“Oh, darlin’…” he crooned, blowing air into your swollen and sensitive clit. “You gonna give me one like this…before I fuck you good?”

"Ye... Oh yes..."

“Wonder if you’ll taste any different when you’re knocked up?” He spoke again, his voice vibrating against you as his mouth was inches from where his fingers worked you over.

"Fuck... Fuck, oh fuck." You squirmed. You were gonna cum at any second and the more he talked about you being round with his baby, the harder that orgasm was going to be.

“Oh, honey, merely thinking about it has gotten me so fuckin hard….”

That did it. You came, shaking from your legs to your shoulders. Your walls sucking his fingers like your warm mouth sucked his cock that morning before you both went to work.

“Thassit, beautiful…” he moaned, kissing your belly where hopefully soon his baby would grow, “there you go…"

As you breathed deeply, your orgasm flow leaving you boneless, Curtis pulled back and undid his belt, before he wriggled his way out of the rest of his clothes, kicking them to the side.

"Jesus, look at you." He kneeled on the bed, his fist wrapped around his hard dick as he gave himself a relieving twist. "God imma fuck a baby into you tonight. It's gonna be it."

“Please…” you bent your knees as he settled his hips between them.

Curtis dragged the top of his cock along your slit and you gasped. And with no word, he pushed right into you, slowly.

“Fuck…” the word cracked in your throat.

"Yeah, fuck," Curtis groaned. "Thass good, baby."

He settled inside you for a moment. Your warmth encasing him. His hands found yours, pinning them either side of your head, before he leaned down and kissed you. “I love you.”

"Oh Curtis, I love you, so damn much."

His lips crashed back to yours as he began to roll his hips, soft and deep ruts into you.

"Oh, that's so good," you moaned. 

Curtis concentrated on you, the way your body felt under him, around him. The hitch of your breath when he rolled and tilted, the gasp when he ground into you. His lips covered yours and dotted your jaw. Filth whispered into your ear, words about you being round with his baby, fucking you while you were,  how beautiful you already were to him. He was begging for you to have his babies.

“I can’t wait…” he groaned, “you’re gonna be mine from the inside out…”

"Curtis... I'm... I'm gonna...."

His fingers squeezed yours, his lips brushing yours as he swallowed your groans, “cum for me, sweetheart, let me feel you…let me feel you as we make our baby.”

You were had. Your body let go, warmth from the inside out as you came. Euphoria enveloping you.

“Oh…oh yeah, honey…” His lips kissed at your throat as his hips sped up a little, “gonna fill your up…make you nice and round…and then imma do it again and again…” he grunted, “I want everyone to know…you’re mine…with my babies…”

"Babies, yes..." you were gone, mind in the clouds and your ears picking up muffled syllables.

“Lots, huh? You want that…” he groaned as his ruts became shallower and faster, almost sloppy.

"Yes...."

“Fuck, fuck, baby girl, imma…fuck…”

His hips stilled, he groaned as the muscles in his neck tensed, that familiar tendon pulsing as he shot his load into you.

You said nothing, but kept him close, allow what you hoped would fill your womb settle in.

He hummed a little, his face pressing into the crook of your shoulder and neck.

You slowly rubbed your hands up his back, his muscles twitching a little.

With a deep, satisfied sigh, he lifted his head and gave you a deep, slow kiss. He pulled away and pecked you softly, holding his lips to yours. "I love you, baby."

“I love you too…”

Curtis remained in your warmth for a while. Kissing you, nuzzling you and whispering his love to you. Eventually, he moved to pull out of you. He glanced down, and then with a smirk, you felt him scoop what little of his cum had dribbled out of you up, pushing it back in.

“Curtis!” You scoffed, propping yourself on your elbows and he gave you a shrug and a grin.

“Hey, you don’t know, one of those teeny little sperms might be the next future President.”

You howled in laughter but deep down, the prospect seemed real. And you were just fine by it. 

He looked at you, then smirked as he leaned up to give you a quick kiss. “You clearly have something in mind, sweet cheeks…”

"I just, I wanna feel you." You kissed his lips softly. "Can I just... sit on you while you work?"

He blinked, before he gave a soft chuckle. “I’m all yours.” With that he leaned back in his chair, his legs spreading a little.

"No, I want to sit on you," you emphasized the 'sit'.

Kyle cocked his head to one side, before a look of understanding slid across his handsome face.

 “Ohhhh.” Those plump lips formed a perfect circle around the word.

His hands quickly found the waist of his joggers and folded it down, fisting his cock as he pulled it out.

You watched as he gave himself a few pumps to get himself harder, your heavy eye lids gazing down at him. You felt the dampness grow between your thighs. You merely only had his favorite football jersey on, nothing else. You knew it'd be easier access for what you'd wanted all day.

He watched as you moved, hitching it up a little to allow you to clamber into his lap. Hands on his shoulders, you let him line himself up before you sank down on him, your eyes locked on his.

He grunted a little, his hands on your hips.

“Jesus..” he swallowed, “how do you expect me to concentrate now?”

"Does it matter?" You settled in. Your head fell to his shoulder as you contently sighed. "Try anyway."

“Baby…” he sighed, kissing your cheek.

"Just let me sit here, you carry on."

“Alright…” He turned the desk chair so he could still see his laptop but keep you in his lap. 

You adjusted yourself just a little and he grunted as he read his brief.

It was heaven, just sitting on his lap, breathing in his smell. Your cheek rest against the soft material of his Henley, and every so often he would shift a little, causing both of you to either moan, groan or sigh.

"Baby girl," Kyle whispered in your ear, "I can feel you."

You gave a particular tight squeeze to his cock as it buried inside you. You kissed his neck, particularly at a spot where a freckle sat exposed.

He moaned, his head tilting back as his hands smoothed up your sides. 

A roll of your hips, the pressure on your clit splendid, rubbed him against your inner space. You picked your head up from shoulder, "I love you." Your engagement ring sparkled against his chest where you now rested your hands.

“I love you too,” he whispered, looking down at you. His nose brushed against yours as he smiled.

"You about done now?" You pressed you lips to his in a soft but telling kiss before he could answer.

He hummed and then you heard a snap as he shut his laptop. Then, you squealed as he stood up and laid you over his desk.

Your eyes looked up at him as he had you pinned against his calendar and recent set of blueprints. "Well, now I have your attention," you squirmed against him, squeezing him again before your ankles hooked behind the small of his back, your heels pressing into the top of his ass.

He groaned and gave a soft rut into you, “completely undivided…”

You gasped and sighed. "Good, now, fuck me."

He chuckled as his hands smoothed up your legs. “As you wish…”

That said, in the coffee shop, he was just Steve. Steve who liked to try whatever weekly or seasonal specials were on offer. And that shy guy who liked to admire you from afar.

“Just ask her on a date!” Tony had scoffed, “before the goth pirate drags you to Washington to join his little secret society. You’re a damned super hero. Like she’s gonna say no.”

He’d thought about it, boy had he thought about it. And so many times he had walked into the shop…and then chickened out at the last minute.

But today was the day. He was asking you out. You had no mark, you were unbonded, Tony was right. He had no reason not to. Well, other than the fact you might say no…but, he guessed, he just had to…do it, so to speak. If you knocked him back, well, wouldn’t be the first time a woman had turned him down…

As he reached the front of the queue you smiled at him, and his nostrils flared at your scent which had just spiked. You were happy to see him.

“Hey, Steve!” You beamed.

"Good morning, doll," he smiled, and you instantly noticed that his usual shy stammer was gone and there was a new confidence settled in his tone.

And it made you smile even more. 

“What can I get you?” You asked.

"The usual, I guess. Unless there's something new."

"There's always something new." You giggled. "But today's isn't great, so the usual it is."

When you'd handed him his pastry, your hands brushed and a burning of desire flickered between you two. You couldn’t help but lock your eyes to his as he held your hand there a moment. It was a completely uncharacteristic display from him, normally he couldn’t move away fast enough.

"When can you catch a break?"

You blinked, not quite sure you had heard him right. But when he simply watched you and waited for your answer, you realized you hadn’t. “I err, I get my lunch at one and then I’m finishing in today at five.”

"Have dinner with me... Tonight." He wasn't really asking. More suggesting, offering.

“Erm…me?”

He chuckled, his eyes sparkling, "yes."

“Erm, I…I mean sure, why not?”

“Great, pick you up at seven?”

“Okay…” you nodded. He then smiled at you, and turned to leave, causing you to frown. “Erm, don’t you need my address?” 

With a snort he turned back to you, “yeah…that…would be helpful.” He flashed you a sheepish grin. “Or, if you don’t feel safe telling me, we could always meet somewhere?”

You blinked, and then a soft smile spread across your pretty face. “If I can’t trust Captain America then…” 

Steve laughed as you grabbed a napkin and scribbled down your street name and building block, adding your apartment number underneath.

“Great, you like Italian?”

“It’s my favorite.” 

“Awesome, I found a little trattoria that isn’t far from your place, as luck would have it.” He waved the napkin at you. “I’ve wanted to try it for a while.”

"Sounds perfect." You bit the corner of your lip, suddenly very self-conscious and shy.

“Great…I’ll…just go…” he raised his pastry in his hand and inclined his head towards the door. 

You nodded, understanding he’d take up his favorite spot outside.

“I’ll bring your coffee out.”

With a wink he went.

**********

Right on seven, as if you expected anything less than punctual, Steve was knocking.

You quickly tossed your evening dose of suppressants down your neck and took a final glance at yourself in your bathroom mirror. You had chosen a black dress; the scallop neck line, cap sleeves and a hem that finished just above your knees were demure, yet still sexy enough. You had paired with a red pair of heels and matching purse for a pop of color, and had styled your hair, done your make up.

With a deep breath, you headed down the hallway and opened the door. Steve smiled, handing you a gorgeous bunch of flowers.

“Hope you don’t mind, someone was coming out as I arrived so…” he shrugged by explanation as to how he’d gotten into the building.

"No, not at all," you took the flowers, inhaling their wild scent. “Come on for a moment whilst I pop these in water.” You offered, stepping back.

He stepped into your apartment, crossing the threshold and taking in the scene, after of course checking out how the back of your dress looked. Well, he was only human after all…

You reached for a vase, filled it with water and placed the flowers in. Smiling as you carried them over to the small dining room table at the back of the open plan apartment living space. 

“Okay…” you turned to face him, “I’m ready if you are?”

"Absolutely," he nodded, hooking his elbow for you to slip your arm through. "You alright to walk? Otherwise, I can call a cab."

"Walking is just fine." You took his offered arm and glanced down at your sensible heels.

It wasn’t far to the trattoria. Steve gave his name to the maître d and the pair of you were shown to your table. It was on the patio, candle lit and under Edison bulbs with greenery. Steve was ever the traditional gentleman. He pulled your chair out, waited until you sat to take his own and when the waiter came, you were the first to order wine and then your meal. The food was great, company just as good. You talked, learned a bit more about Steve and his childhood. His takes of the war and Howling Commandoes enthralled you.

You sat with your chin in palm as you listened. You smiled and listened intently. You drank wine and you learned what the scent of a real alpha smelled like. It was intoxicating. The masculinity that poured off of him. The earthy, musky scent he gave off made your belly flutter and your heart race. And by the time you were into dessert with an espresso and tiramisu, you were hooked. By the time you were having chianti, you were holding on as Steve walked you home.

“I had a great night.” Steve smiled as you reached the door to go it building

"So did I, honestly. Thank you so much." You smiled softly.

There was a brief pause, Steve scratching the back of his neck for a second. You teetered on your feet. He was nervous, you could tell, it was such an unusual trait in an alpha, and you found it endearing.

You weren’t ready for the evening to end, so, you cleared your throat.

"I, uh, I don't normally do this, but, would you like to come up? Have more coffee? Just, talk or hang out?" You offered.

“Erm…” Steve rubbed his neck and you couldn’t help but smile at the flush of pink that rose from his neck to his ears, “I…oh, you know what? Coffee would be great.”

You smiled and unlocked the security door. You led Steve back up to your apartment, 6C and let the two of you in.  "Make yourself comfortable and I'll start that coffee."

Steve took a seat on your couch, your smell instantly overwhelmed him He fought a rumble in his chest, a call his alpha made to act on instinct.

"How do you take it?" You'd asked him and he hadn't heard. It wasn't until you'd said his name, "Steve", had you caught his attention.

"Huh?" He startled.

You had padded toward him, standing nearly in front of him. You'd taken your shoes off and smirked. "I asked how you take your coffee? I wasn't sure if it was different than the shop, since it's made here at home."

“Oh, no…it’s all the same.” He smiled

"Great," you nodded and headed back across the floor to your kitchen. "Light roast, splash of cream and one sugar."

He smiled, “perfect, Doll.”

The pet name made you flush from within and with your back to him, you smirked. It took a few moments to fill his cup and bring it to him, along with yours. You took the cushion next to him and pulled your knees up to rest under you. With your mug in your right hand, you leaned that arm against the back cushions and kept your left in your lap.

Steve rest his left arm across the back of your couch and turned a bit to face you. He smiled after sipping his mug, "even better homemade." Then he sighed, "so, I talked your ear off at dinner, but I want to know more about you."

“There’s not much to tell,” you smiled, shaking your head. “Believe me, your life is far more interesting.”

A lowly chuckle mixed with his timbre, "Alright, well, I did have a great time tonight. It's been... It's been a long time."

“Dare I ask how long?” You eyed him, your tone playful

"Too long."

“Like…before the whole ice thing?”

"I mean...." then he snorted. "Yeah."

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend.”

"Oh, no... No you didn't. It's just..." he thought a second, "embarrassing."

"So not even kissing someone? I mean I guess that would fall into not dating but..." you chuckled nervously.

“No, it’s…” he suddenly snorted, “there’s been nothing like that, at all, since…well, since before I went to the front so to speak.”

You were shocked. And your faced couldn't shy from the reaction.

Steve arched a brow, “okay so now you’re looking at me like…actually I don’t know what that is!” He laughed.

"I think it's shock," you giggled. "I'm so sorry." You kept at it. "Gosh, that was rude. I just, I guess I suspected that Steve Rogers would have women falling at his feet. Surely, if not Steve Rogers, but Captain America.” Then you dropped your chin, "I mean, you're an alpha too."

“Yeah well, I haven’t always been like this…” he gestured to himself, “didn’t get looked at twice until they pumped me full of serum.”

"I've seen the pictures. You weren't bad looking. And I'm not just saying that."

Steve blinked a little, before he smiled. “Thanks…I think?”

"No, that's..." you face palmed with your left hand and sighed. "Jesus, Y/N, stop talking."

“Hey…look, it’s okay.” Steve spoke softly, his voice calm. “I’m nervous too…”

You didn’t even bother to ask how he knew that; he was an alpha. And a damned strong one at that, with heightened senses. He could obviously smell the subtle changes to your pheromone, hear and see the slight change to your breathing pattern.

"I presented at sixteen, two years too early. I should have been a beta..."

“Really?” Steve arched a brow.

"Yeah. So, my parents were pretty shocked when I came up Omega and as early as I had. I was home schooled and had to fight to even go to University."

Steve frowned, “I thought things had got better now? That society had moved on?”

"Oh, it has, but it was my parents who wanted to keep me home. They were worried about my safety around hormonal alphas with zero self-control."

“Ahhh,” Steve nodded, “well, I bet when suppressants became widely available that made life easier…”

You arched a brow, “you know about those?”

“I’m 94, not dead.” He snorted, before he winked. “I had to have a lot of things explained to me…”

“Wow. I bet seventy years frozen is an overload of information.”

“Yeah, I’m still learning the new ways of the world so to speak.” He scratched his head, “it ain’t all that bad…the technology and science advancements are amazing and, let’s face it, I’m all for scientific expansion. I mean, how can I not be?” He gestured to himself, “I’m basically one huge big human science experiment after all.”

As you laughed, he leaned forward, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I tell you what does scare me though…”

"What?" You whispered.

“Microwaves.” He said, seriously. “I mean all those buttons and noises…and settings…”

Now you laughed, whole hearted, full on belly laughed. "What? Captain America is afraid of microwaves?"

His eyes crinkled in humor as he took a sip of his coffee. You took a deep breath, looking at him for a second and he cocked his head to the side. “What is it?”

“Oh, nothing…’

“Come on, Y/N, I just told you I was scared of microwaves…” he scoffed and you gave a little chuckle. “Tell me, what are you thinking?”

You swallowed, and before you could stop yourself, you simply blurted out. “It’s you."

At that he blinked. “Me?”

"Yes. I don't know if it's Hero Syndrome or designation but ever since the bank and you coming to the shop, you...your...everything from your scent to just you...I think...." you let him take your mug and set it next to his. You licked your lips as your eyes flicked from his pouty, full bottom lip and back to his cerulean eyes that had just a little green. "I think I might wanna be your first kiss since you thawed out."

Steve looked a little taken aback, and for a moment you thought you’d gone too far. Nowadays, Omegas instigating kisses and intimacy wasn’t an issue, it was, well, normal. But you feared he was maybe a little old fashioned. But then, he smiled gently, his cheeks flushing. “I think I’d like that too.”

You chuffed through your nose and leaned forward as he met you halfway. His lips were tentative, at first, like he didn’t really know what to expect. Your kiss was soft, tender like. You stayed pressed to him and waited a moment to see if he'd take it further. His lips felt smooth against your own. That bottom lip slotted perfectly between your pout.

After a little moment he pulled away, his head bowing a little as he peeked up at you, “guess I’m…a little outta practice, huh?”

"I didn't think so." You shrugged, "I liked it." Your insides were twisting into an odd dance. You weren't sure what this was, this feeling. You didn't know how to react so you kept as calm as you could. It was most likely a sad attempt given the man close you. The super soldier, the mega alpha...but that was only designation. In the mere hours you'd spent, you saw Steve Rogers, not Captain America.

Steve’s eyes locked onto yours, and he swallowed thickly. “I should…I should go.”

“Oh…” you tried not to sound disheartened but failed, miserably. 

“For your sake, not mine.” He hung his head again, shaking it a little.

“What…what do you mean?” You whispered.

“Because every second I spend with you brings me a second closer to losing control.”

You reached for the hand in his lap. "Call me modern, but, would that be so bad?"

He looked like a rabbit caught in headlights, and you knew that despite his Alpha nature, you needed to take control at that moment in time. So, you pressed your lips back to his, and this time, his movements were slightly more urgent. You hummed and whimpered, your hands cupping his soft cheeks fully. Your legs moved so you could take to your knees in a more comfortable position as you kissed. Steve’s arms slid round your back, large palms resting against your spine as he held you close. You dragged your tongue across his bottom lip, tenderly, waiting. He responded quickly and before you could, his own tongue explored your mouth. It was heady and heavy, a kiss that had you keeping in perfect time and rhythm with Steve. The pads of your fingers cupped the smooth skin of his face, feeling that strong jawline that you’d watched from afar plenty of times.

A strong arm looped round your waist and pulled you into his lap.

“Omega…”

His voice was low, and whilst it wasn’t a command as such, it might as well have been and it made you shiver. You’d clearly awoken that dominance that lived deep inside his chivalrous outside persona.

“Alpha…” you whispered as his nose brushed the throbbing mating gland in your neck.

“Are you absolutely sure…” his breath was hot on your neck.

“Yes…” 

In a flash, he stood, and you gave a little gasp, your arms holding on round his neck.

“Where’s your…”

“Hallway. Door at the end.

Like his mate or bride, he carried you down the hall and elbowed your slightly ajar bedroom door. Immediately, he was overwhelmed with your scent. The heady desire of your heat seemed to cling to the space, mixing and yet standing out with your natural, citrusy call. Your feet hit the floor, and Steve bend to kiss you.

His kiss was soft, tentative even, and as your hands slid down his torso he swallowed a little and pulled back.

“I’m sorry, I’m a little nervous.” He pressed his forehead to yours.

"It's okay, me too," you blinked softly. Almost romantically.

“I’m also worried I’ll hurt you.”

“You hurt any of the other girls you…you know?”

“There weren’t that many.” He scoffed.

“Whatever, did you?”

“No.”

“So what is it about me that makes you think you will?” Your hand cupped his cheek, your nose brushing his.

"I don't know. It's....it's hard to explain. Call it a feeling."

"I'll call it what I want, and what I want is to give you a chance.”

He sighed and shook his head, “I don’t have a lot of experience…and the times I have…it’s been very…well, traditional, if you get my drift.”

“They’ve…presented for you?”

He nodded.

“I can do that,” you whispered, leaning up to kiss him.

His hands crept to the hem of your dress, fingers smoothing the outside of your thighs, “I need you to promise me if, if you need me to, you tell me to stop.”

"Okay." You said with confidence.

“Good girl,” he kissed you softly, before he pulled back and smiled, “turn around, doll…”

You did as told, shivering a little as his fingers found the zipper to your dress and dragged it down the teeth all the way to the base of your spine. It sagged open and you allowed it to fall down. Steve gently turned you back round, his eyes straying over your now bare top half.

His eyes on yours, he stood still as you reached behind you and undid the strapless, lace bra you had on, allowing that to fall to the floor. Your hands then smoothed up his shirt.

“Your turn…”

With a flick of his eyebrow ,he began to undo the buttons on his shirt, and soon enough was shrugging it off his shoulders.

Your breath hitched in your chest and he heard it, his brows flicking upward. With a shake to your hands, you took his leather belt and undid it. Then your fingers plucked at the button to his slacks and finally the zip downward. You could smell his scent changing and it was getting to your head.

“Alpha…I need you,” you couldn’t help the whimper of a plea that slipped from your lips.

“I gotchu, Omega…” his voice was deep, calm and you sighed as he hastily pushed his slacks and boxers down in one swoop, and kicked them to the side. His hands then gripped your dress and pulled it down over your hips, along with your panties, taking to his knees as he dragged the remainder of your clothes to the floor.

His nose nuzzled at the apex of your thigh, “God, you smell so good,”

You whimpered at the touch, "please."

He rose, far too gracefully for someone of his stature, and his hands gripped your hips.

“Present for me, Omega.”

You took the command and clambered onto your bed, one knee then the next. You next forward so you were on all fours and bowed your head, waiting, the Omaha in you wanting to please the Alpha behind you.

"Fuck," Steve Rogers swore. "You look so good."

“Please, Steve…”

A hand smoothed over the rounded side of your ass as his other fisted himself. His cock sat thick and heavy in his hand and he was already leaking with precum before even stuffing you. When he finally pushed into you, the pair of you groaned with relief. He went slow, steady until he bottomed out.

He pulled back a bit, before thrusting back into you, and you moaned, your hands fisting around your bed covers.

“Look at you…” Steve grunted, his hips settling into a steady, deep pace, “taking me so well, Omega…”

"That's so good, Alpha."

The stretch of Steve's girth did nothing but feel so good, it didn't sting, it didn't hurt. It was as if you were his match. Somewhere in the back of your mind you wondered if this was the way it felt for him with other Omegas. A hand dragging up your spine to the base of your neck made you shiver.

His fingers softly curled around your throat, and you gave a wanton cry as he squeezed softly, his hips grinding into you.

You felt him holding back, you sensed his apprehensions. So you did what any good Omega would do. You spoke up. "Steve, it's okay."

He groaned, his grip tightening as his thumb pressed to your swollen mating gland. It sent a sharp lance of pleasure through your body, and you found yourself wondering if it would be that bad if he lost control and bonded you there and then…

But you knew he wouldn’t. For some reason you just knew you could trusted him implicitly.

"Steve...." you replied once the pleasure ripped through you. "God, thatssit, Alpha."

His hips moved back and forth, and he hit that spot inside of you that had your toes curling. His spare hand curled round your hip, before the one that was curled round your throat let go to join it at the other side of your waist.

"Jesus sweetheart, look at you," he grunted. "Feels so good, 'mega."

“More, Alpha…I can take more, need more…please…”

"I....oh fuck." He caved.

You cried out as his hips speed up, and you didn’t know how but you felt even fuller as he pounded into you. You hadn’t felt like this in a long, long time…and it almost had you wondering just how he knew all the places to touch and feel you, as every single drive into you, every brush of his hands and lips to your skin had you burning hotter than the sun.

With a grunt, he pulled out of you and flipped you onto your back. Then he was over you, back inside you, his lips claiming yours.

“Wanna see you, ‘mega…”

"Fuck," you hissed at the feeling of the change in his delivery. The tip of his cock slide right against that spongy space and when he rolled into you, with an upward tilt, you really felt that velvety head glide along your 'G'.

His mouth moved down your neck, teeth pulling a little harshly at your nipple. But it was just the right side of painful making you cry out his name as you arched upwards.

"Oh fuck, baby," Steve growled. "You like that, like it when I get rough."

“Yeah…yeah…” you moaned, and part of your brain registered that you must sound and look desperate considering this was the first time the pair of you fucked. But the desire rolling off Steve told you he didn’t care. It was like he needed this, a total release, a place and way he could give into the desires he felt as an Alpha and not uphold that calm, public persona.

"Don't. Stop." Your words were punctuated with each thrust.

Steve didn’t think he could have stopped even if he wanted to. The way your body was responding to him, it was like this was meant to be, like you were made for him and only him. The soft moans, and groans, whimpers and broken words; the way your tight heat was gripping him like a vice.

It was almost too much, and he was fighting back the urge to cum with every bit of self-control he had.

"S'close," your words bled together with a whimper. You were going to cum and very quickly as the heat inside you burned and your belly tightened to its snapping point. You could feel the quivers of your orgasm starting to take place and soon enough you'd be pulsing against him, writhing as your orgasm reached it's peak.

“Cum for me, ‘mega…” his lips claimed yours in a deep, wanton kiss.

He swallowed your cry as you did exactly what you knew your body would do. Tightening around him, your walls damn near pulling his seed from him.

Suddenly, without warning, Steve pulled out of you with a loud, broken groan and you felt the hot ribbons of his cum decorate your lower abdomen.

You glanced up at him, his cheeks were flushed, mouth slack in supplication and you couldn’t help but feel a little, well, dejected he’d done that.

“I’m sorry…” he whispered, “I just…well…it didn’t feel right to knot you, not yet…it’s…I don’t…”

Jesus, was he for real? No Alpha had ever been that considerate.

You grabbed his face and pulled him down for a kiss.

Breathlessly you pulled away and Steve took to your side, laying there as his hand cupped your face. Cheekily, you smirked. "I appreciate your consideration," you chuckled.

He snorted, “I’m glad, Doll.”

Silence filled your room as Steve just led there against you. Then he rose and headed for your bathroom, only to return with a damp cloth and dry towel for your bar. Delicately he cleaned up his mess and discarded the towels back in the bathroom, but not without rinsing the cloth first. You knew this because you heard the water run.

He came back, and you leaned up on your elbows as he looked at you, almost as if he didn’t know what to do next.

You knelt up and took his hand. “Stay?

“Only if it’s what you want.”

"I do." You nodded. "I do."

With a crooked smile, Steve nodded. You shifted, working your way under your covers and he followed. With a happy sigh, you shifted to lay your head on his chest.

**********

Steve lay awake long after you had fallen asleep, thinking about the events of the night.

He’d almost blow in in the coffee shop, turning away without asking for your address. Truth be known, he already knew it. He’d followed you home many a times before after your later evening shifts and had spent hours of an evening perched in the shadows of the building opposite yours, watching you through the windows, fisting his cock as he planned about how he would one day mark you as his own.

He'd have done it far sooner had it been up to him. But, the thing was, that whilst taking no for an answer was not an option, Steve had fast learned that the Social structure of the world had changed drastically from his time. Apparently, it wasn’t the done thing to simply claim and mark your Omega as you saw fit anymore. Now, it was all about an Omega’s choice, their rights and empowerment, freedoms that had been gradually gained over decades and decades as he slept in the ice.

 A modern way of thinking for a modern world.

Well, he could work with that. All he had to do was make you believe that him bonding you was what you wanted. And that, well, with a bit of clever thought and planning, he realized it wouldn’t be all that hard to achieve at all.

And so, the star spangled man had put his plan into action. And it had gone even better than he expected. You’d swallowed his innocent, bumbling fool act perfectly You’d well and truly for his soft, shy and controlled front.

Frankly, how he had held it together all that time like he did, Steve had no idea. But he had. And it had worked. Hell, he hadn’t completely expected to bed you tonight but…he certainly wasn’t complaining. He’d been prepared to wait, but you…you’d wanted him, so much so you hadn’t even asked him to use protection. But then, why would you? You couldn’t get pregnant unless you were in full heat and it wouldn’t occur to you that Captain America could be carrying any kind of disease or infection…which of course he wasn’t, he’d wrapped it well with the other women he had used to scratch his itch since coming out of the ice. And pulling out with that pathetic claim of not wanting to knot you as he didn’t feel like he could just yet had been a stroke of genius.

Now, there was just one tiny little hurdle left to overcome; those fucking suppressants…

His issue wasn’t that you were taking the drugs to suppress your heats as such; Steve had been perfectly honest when he had said that he was in favor of science. No, his reason for wanting you off them was far more simple. The internet (so helpful) told him that an Omega’s first full heat post ceasing to take suppressants was violent. And that was what he wanted, what he needed…the final piece of his plan.

With a glance at you, he gently untangled himself from you and made his way out of your room and into the bathroom. He silently flicked on the light and shut the door, before he began searching the cabinets.

He found them on the second shelf. He opened the lid to the brown plastic pill bottle and examined them. They were white, fairly normal looking when all was said and done, not that different to Advil. It would be easy enough to swap them for some form of placebo.

Then it was just a waiting game. But he could sit that out, he was a patient man, and to be honest, the more time it took, the better. He’d have time to woo you further, insert himself into every aspect of your life. When your heat did hit, it would be easy to spin you a tale about how his supercharged powers had clearly overruled your suppressants.

He’d be apologetic, offer to tend to your every need during the time when you’d become insatiable. Then, when you were begging him in the throes of heat induced lust to bond you, he would.

Because you asked him to.

His super charged hearing heard you stir from the other room. With a smirk, he flushed the toilet and headed back to you.

“You okay?” You sleepily asked.

“More than.” His voice was soft as he climbed back into bed. You snuggled up to him, your head on his chest.

“I thought you might have gone.” You yawned.

“Not my style, Doll.” He chuckled, kissing your head. “Besides, why would I?”

You sighed happily, his hand rubbing at your back and soon you were fast asleep.

He closed his eyes, a satisfied smile on his face.

All in all, his plan was flawless. No one would suspect a thing. He was Captain America, a symbol of righteousness and truth. A good man, who would do right by his Omega.

And, when all was said and done, it was nothing more than he deserved. Someone to share his life with, someone who he’d worship like a queen, protect, provide for. Someone who would love him in return, make a house a home, cook, clean, give him a family and be his perfect, little Omega.

You smirked and couldn't help the snort that came out. "Alright, uh, I stole that red tee I like so much and those black panties you got me for my birthday last year." You dropped your voice down a bit, as if someone were listening. But if course, there was no one there but you.

He groaned, “I love those panties…they hug your ass perfectly.”

You giggled, "I know, I know, you're an ass man." You rolled back to your back with a sigh, "Alright, so what are you wearing?" You asked with an emphasis on the 'you'.

“A pair of boxers…”

"Ryan...." you said with a whisper. "Do you remember when I had to leave for Dallas for two weeks?"

“What about it?”

"I miss you that much."

The low tone in his chuckle made believe he was smirking as he spoke, "huh, you got an itch you need to scratch, babe?”

"Yeah, something like that."

“Where exactly is that itch?” His voice was low and loaded and it made you shudder.

You traced a hand over your shirt covered torso. "You know where," you hummed as you twisted a nipple beneath the fabric.

“Tell me.”

"My pussy, baby," you rasped. "I wanted to get fucked before I left, you were gone."

“Oh, peach, I’m so sorry…” he sighed, “if it’s any consolation I’ve been as frustrated as you since you left…”

"You wanna do something about it?"

“My hands are already on my dick, baby…” he grunted, “tell me where yours are.”

"Over my clit, just under those panties you like so much," you gasped as you touched your already swelling nub.

“Yeah?” He grunted, “where’s the other one?”

You set the phone to speaker and set it down by your head so you could hear him. "My nipples," you told him as you slipped your free hand under his shirt and tweaked your nipples on both breasts.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I’m so hard right now thinking about you.”

"Ryan..." you whimpered as you increased the pressure on your clit. You took your hand from under the shirt and felt your slick soaking through your panties already. "I'm so wet..."

“Fuck…” you heard him gasp. “Move the phone, I wanna hear that pussy, Y/N.”

That was one of his filthier kinks, the downright sordid noises that his fingers would make as they drove in and out of you.

You did as asked, moving the phone with the hand from your clit and slipped the other that traced your covered folds down your panties. You, yourself, gasped as you felt your pussy. You dipped one and then two fingers in you, immediately sucking them in with a squelch. You slowly started moving them in and out, allowing yourself to stretch with ease.

“Thassit, baby…fuck, I can hear you…bet you look so hot there, playing with yourself…” his voice was still clear and you could hear the arousal in his tone.

"Fist yourself baby, I wanna make you cum," you said. "Get that dick nice and wet for me, spit on it."

You heard him give a filthy chuckle before the sounds that hit your ear indicated he had done just that. With a groan, you heard the unmistakable noise of him sliding his hand up and down his dick, with an almost frantic speed.

You moved the phone back to your pillow as you moved back to flicking your clit, your spare hand tweaking your nipples as you listened to the little grunts and moans that Ryan was making as he jacked himself off.

"Fuck, you sound so good, baby," you moaned. "I'm gonna fuck myself while I hear you."

"I’m thinking about you,” he grunted, “how I wish you were riding my dick right now…”

"I wish you were filling me up, bending me over our couch, just fucking me so hard," you went to finger yourself again, moaning this time as you fucked yourself.

“You like it when I bend you over, huh, baby? Do you hard?”

"Jesus, yes...."

“What about…fuck…” he hissed, “when I do you slow?”

"Oh yeah," you whimpered, "when you taste me...oh fuck...then you fuck me good, deep, kiss me while you do."

“I love fucking you slow and good…” he moaned, “watching your face as you cum.”

"Oh shit...." your walls were already tight and now that burn began as they throbbed, your orgasm closing in. "Ryan, I'm so close....Fuck, I wish you were here."

"Me too…me too, I’m close…fuck, Y/N…I love you baby girl…” 

"I love you," you said with a breathy moan. "You gotta fuck me so good when I get home. Imma suck your dick so hard."

“Oh yeah…yeah you know it…baby…Jesus, imma cum…”

"Me...me, yes Ryan, fuck..." your profane words sounded like a cry as you squeezed your fingers the second your thumb pressed into your clit to send you barreling into a tingling orgasm.

Over the pounding of the blood in your ear you could just make out the sound of Ryan panting.

You hummed with satisfaction, "I love when we do that."

He chuckled, “yeah…fuck, baby…”

"Mmm, go clean up, I'll call you after my meeting tomorrow." You sighed. It was late for you, but three hours earlier for him. "I love you."

“I love you too, honey.” You could hear the smile in his voice, “stay safe, okay?”

"I will."

After a few more goodbyes you ended the call and sighed, taking a deep breath before you swung your legs off your bed. You cracked your neck, smiling a little to yourself before you stood and headed to the bathroom.

The Christmas holidays were near and you were still trying to figure life out. You'd been back in Memphis for a good month and a half now. Autumn had literally faded into Winter as the seasons gradually overlapped by Thanksgiving. 

You and your mother had been in the city and in Nashville shopping for gifts when your phone rang. 

You immediately looked at the screen to see who was seeking your voice. You frowned and debated for a second but answered anyway, gesturing to your mother you had to take the call. 

"Hello...."

"How are you my dear?" The aging baritone in the other end made your stomach sink.

"I'm okay. You?"

"Just fine, just fine. Listen, I understand this may be a bit off color given the circumstances but I wanted to personally reach out. I'm sorry things between you and my grandson didn't work out. I understand you're back home?" 

"Things happen, but yes, I am."

"Good, good. My assistant informed me you were looking for recommendations and references." 

"Well, if I'm being honest, I was calling to apologize and not burn a bridge for leaving so abruptly. But Walt insisted on a reference letter and that'd be the end of it."

"Understandable." Then he sighed, "I have a friend in Memphis who's looking for a book editor to start after the first of the year. If you're interested, that is."

"I'm... I'm grateful, but...."

"Take your time. There isn't a rush, and if it's the drive into the city that holds you back, there may be remote opportunities. Just...give it some thought."

"I will, I...." You paused. "Thank you, I don't deserve the opportunity given how I just took off like I did."

"Nonsense. Take of yourself my dear, I'm so sorry you won't be a part of our family."

"I will, and thank you. Goodbye, Mr. Thromby."

"It's still Harlan, lovely, always will be. Goodbye, Y/N."

Your call ended and you joined your mother back inside the holiday boutique, specially opened in the heart of Memphis for the season. 

"Everything alright?" She asked. 

"Uh, yeah, just fine." You cleared your throat and sighed. "It was Harlan."

The look on your mom's face went sour. "What'd he want?"

"To give me a referral for a job here in the city."

Your mom scoffed, "you're not going to take it are you? That man…that family owes you far more than a new job."

"Mama...." 

"No, don't do that."

"Harlan wasn't the problem, Mama. Neither was Blood Like Wine or anyone else in that family. They were good to me. Hugh was the problem."

"That's an understatement." 

"Mama, please, for the love of...this ain't easy for me. Probably won't be for a while. So please, I gotta do this my way." You picked up a snow globe and the swirling "snow" falling over a farmhouse reminded you of Mrs Dobyne. With a smirk, you held it in the crook of your elbow against your side and kept browsing.

After a cooling off period, your mom gave you an apology. She and your father had been so understanding to your situation and she was just being protective. You understood and hugged her tightly as she sat in the driver's seat of her SUV in Jimmy's driveway.

"We'll see you tomorrow night, huh? Bring Mr Dobyne if he feels up to it after seeing his wife."

"I'll mention it to Jimmy, I’m sure he’ll offer. But don’t be offended if he doesn’t come. The holidays aren’t easy for him these days."

“I understand.” She nodded.

“Bye, Mama.” You stepped out of the car and grabbed your few bags from behind the seat. She honked as she drove away. You waved her off and looked down at your feet on the porch. There was a rather large box sitting against the door and with your booted foot you shoved it aside to at least get inside the house before collecting it. You set your bags on the kitchen table and walked back out to the porch to collect the box. 

Upon picking it up, it had no return address so therefore no indication of where it came from but it was addressed to you. When you lifted it, it shocked you at how it sat in your arms light as a feather. So, you walked it inside and shut the door locking it behind you. Setting the box on the table you grabbed a knife to slice the tape open and pulled the flaps up, revealing the contents.

Ash.

That’s all it was, just a box of ash. You frowned harshly wondering what the hell and who the hell would just send you a box of ash like that. You shook the box a little, sifting the burnt whatever around and an envelope peeked through. It was vanilla in color, a warm white in contrast to the gray, white and black tones inside the box. You swallowed and plucked the paper from the box. The scroll immediately made your breath stop and your skin crawl. The distinct hand written lettering that spelled your name out caused your whole body to tremble. You opened the unsealed envelope and removed the letter. Your eyes scanned the page, reading awful things and when you couldn’t stomach any more, you bolted out the back looking for fresh air and something to numb you.

That was where Jimmy found you when he’d come home that afternoon. Early, albeit, to surprise you since it was the day before Christmas Eve and he was going to be off until the New Year. He found you in the wood shed sobbing. There was a fresh freeze to the air and your ragged breaths were coming out in large billows around your head, visible as he opened the door.

“Darlin…” he sighed, “you’ll freeze out here. C’mon, let me git’ya inside.”

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm such a mess. I'm... You deserve so much more, someone better. Fisher, she's your match. It ain't me. I don't deserve anything. Nothing but what I've done to myself." You broke down

“Hey, look at me.” His large hands gently cupped your face. “I don’t want fisher, or anyone else.”

"I'm.... I'm.. I'm... so.... b...broke..broken." You  sobbed, choking on your words.

“Then let me help you piece yourself back together.” He whispered, his lips brushing yours. “Honey, he’s gone. You’re safe.”

"He knows I’m here…he... I'm... Oh why..." You fell into Jimmy's embrace. Your eyes were heavy, your nose frozen and your heart hurting.

“Baby, what’s going on?”

“The box…by the door…its everything I left behind…he burnt it and sent it…” 

“It’s just stuff, Y/N. It ain’t important. What is, is that your safe, with me. And he ain’t ever gonna touch you or hurt you again. His ass shows up, he won’t know what hit ‘im. Other than a round from dad’s shot gun maybe.” 

Your shaking hand still gripped the letter that had arrived with the box, and Jimmy gently slipped it from your grasp. His steely eyes dragged over the offending script. Jimmy felt himself grow white hot with anger as he read the letter, which was just a tirade of abuse clearly with the aim of simply tearing you down to make you feel like shit, worthless even. It was full of misogynistical and derogatory slurs, calling you useless, ugly, a shit lay…whatever other nonsense the worthless piece of shit could think of, but it was the last line that had Jimmy scrunching the letter in his fist in anger.

You have nothing, you are nothing, you’re worth nothing. Enjoy your life back in the gutter, sitting on whichever dick it is you need to keep warm to earn a living because your done in publishing, that I’ll make sure of.

P.s - You were right all along. I was/am fucking the intern. And she’s a better lay then you ever were.

His arms wrapped tightly around you and he purposefully meandered the two of you back into the house. The two of you found refuge in the mudroom on the cushioned bench as you continued to sob. “He ain’t worth shit.” Jimmy spoke softly. He just let you cry and cry until you had nothing left in you and then, well spent, you carried yourself by your own two feet into the kitchen. You washed clean your salty tears with the cool tap water before grabbing a holiday dish towel from the side.

Jimmy simply stayed quiet, but never far away as he let you process it all in your own time. He was angry, hurt for you and also frustrated at the fact some cheap, shitty insults had hurt you as much as they had. He couldn’t understand why you were even entertaining the thought that any of it was true, or even why you cared what the dickhead thought. 

To Jimmy, he was irrelevant. 

You stood staring out the kitchen window, your mind reeling and then you spoke.

"He dislocated my jaw once. Around this time last year."

Jimmy blinked, and as your words sunk in his teeth ground together. “He what?” He swallowed as his body went cold, the blood pounding in his ears as he felt sick. He knew Ransom had hurt you, he’d seen the bruises, and he wasn’t naive enough to think that those ones you’d come home with had been the first ones he’s given you. 

But this…this was something else.

“We'd just come back from the annual Christmas party. He'd been drinking and the minute I set my clutch down on the counter, I was against the wall. I could feel his breath hot on my face and smell the whiskey and scotch he'd been drinking. He grabbed me by the throat and seethed it was my fault that someone from editing was making comments about me. It was my fault the dress I had on made me look like a slut. I said he did that, he bought and chose the dress for me. But he'd hear none of it. It earned me a slap, bruised my cheek. The blow to my jaw came next, after I told him off a second time. And then for good measure he did it again and I hit the floor."

Jimmy took a deep breath as you turned to face him, your eyes focused on a spot on the tiled floor by your feet.

"He spit in my face and told me I'd never be anything without him. That I was some backwoods whore who got lucky with a college education."  You shook and sniffed. "He pulled me up by my hair and..."

Jimmy stepped forward, his large arms wrapped around you as he held you to him, kissing your head as you pressed your face into his neck.

"I think I blacked out. For weeks I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep on that side. And I had to work from home until the worst of it healed anyway and I could cover it with make up."

“Fuckin’ asshole.” Jimmy seethed, “I swear to God if he ever shows up here I’ll kill him.”

"It's why I didn't come home last year. Told Mama and Daddy he was taking me to Barbados. But the truth is, HE went, and probably with the intern, while I was there unable to open my mouth and forced to survive on sustenance through a straw."

Jimmy inhaled deeply, trying to calm himself. He scrunched his eyes shut as he counted to five. Now wasn’t the time to rant and rave, despite how much he wanted to. He knew you needed him to just be there with you. To hold you and make you feel safe and loved.

Which you were, boy, you were.

“Honey…” he whispered as he stepped back, his hands once more cupping your cheeks. He ducked a little so he caught your eyes and you looked at him. “Ain’t no one ever gonna lay a finger on you like that again, you hear me?“ His southern drawl was soft yet strong.

You swallowed hard and your eyes misted over. Your lashed kissed your cheeks as you blinked with heavy lids. You nodded in his gentle hold.

“You’re worth so much more, understand?”

Again you nod.

“I love you…I always have an’ I always will…and even if…even if this don’t work out, I’ll always keep ya safe.”

"It's gotta work, Jimmy. I don't wanna live if it don't. I am so sorry I didn't stay. I'm so sorry I didn't choose you when I knew better."

“Shhhh shhhh.” He soothed you as his lips slotted over yours, “It don’t matter, none of it…none of it matters, you got nothin’ to be sorry for.”

He spoke against your mouth before he kissed you softly, the salty tast of your fears lingered on his lips.

Your fingers sat at the waist band of his pants and sweater hemline. "Love on me, please, Jimmy, please."

“Oh, honey, Imma love on you for the rest of my life.” His voice cracked as his hands slid down over your ass. His fingers gripped your thighs and you took the hint, jumping up ever so slightly so he could catch you. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he pivoted you both, his nose brushing yours as he carried you out of the kitchen.

"Lemme be your wife, Jimmy." You tearfully kissed him. "I'll treat you right, I promise."

“Oh, honey…” his voice wobbled a little as he carried you up the stairs, “I’d marry ya in a heartbeat.”

"Then I'll say yes." You whispered.

Your back hit the mattress and you sighed. Your hair framed your head as you watched Jimmy slide away from you. Gently, he moved and slipped off your boots, dropping them to the floor before he then took off your socks, his fingers softly running over the top of your feet to the hem of your jeans.

“There ain’t an inch of you I don’t love, darling’.”

You led there, pliant to his desires and touch. Your bottom lip wobbled and you tucked it between your teeth to stop the tremble. His hands worked at the button of your jeans, his eyes flicking to yours for a second before he slid the zipper down the track. You swallowed thickly. Your pink tongue locked at your lips. A tilt upward of your hips allowed him to tear the material away gently from your body. The hem of your sweater now kissed the waistband of your panties as he again caged you in.

“You’re so beautiful, baby girl…” his nose nudged yours, that drawl you new and loved and had missed so much was thick on his tongue.

"Please keep talkin'," you whimpered.

“My honey-bee…” he drawled as his hands gently gripped your sweater. With a slow, easy movement he tugged it upwards. You sat forward, allowing him to pull it up and over your head before you lay back. “Ain’t no one ever come close to you. Ever.”

Each breath you drew was ragged. Not in apprehension but in anticipation. You now led there naked before him and Jimmy could only sit in his haunches between your legs and stare at you. Then he leaned forward, his left hand flat to the mattress buy your right ear. His right knuckle dragged gently over your jaw and down the column of your neck. It danced over your sternum and across your chest before circling one nipple and then the other. The bent digit ghosted through the valley of your breasts aligning itself with the invisible path to your belly button.

“So fuckin’ beautiful…” he whispered, “I was your first, imma be your last, too. Ain’t no one else gonna love you like this again.”

"I don't wanna love anyone else..." You managed.

“Good…” his hand moved back up your body, before it too found its home against the mattress, this time by your left ear. Taking the weight on his arms, he leaned down to kiss you. “Because your mine.”

You gasped loudly, not expecting the reaction your body had to his voice and promise.

“Imma get you a ring…make you my wife…” his lips slipped from your mouth to your neck, “let everyone see how I finally got my girl…”

"Your forever girl." You rasped in his ear.

“Yip.” He nipped at your chin. “Y’always have been.”

"Jesus Christ," you swore.

“Ain’t no one come close…”

Your eyes pooled and you sniffed. He was it. Your life. Your love. The thriving and driving force your heart desired in order to survive. The last few months had been far more than just a turnaround for you. It had been an awakening. And now, there would never be looking back. Clarity began seeping through the fog of fear and dishonesty to yourself. Your addled brain functioning no longer on the pain your abusive ex had thrown at you, even the long after, but rather firing up to absorb everything the man whispering and devouring your body in the most pleasant ways you knew existed.

“Imma be so good to you, darlin’” He whispered against your skin as his mouth moved down your sternum, “so good y’ain’t never gonna wanna leave again.”

As his mouth gently surrounded your nipple, you groaned; a combination of the feel of his warm tongue against your skin and the sound of his voice making the ache between your legs impossible to ignore. You were on the verge of cumming already, without him ever touching you properly.

"Holy... Oh fuck," you whimpered.

Your hands came to scratch at his hair and neck, your chest curling upward, your nipple filling his mouth more.

He let out a soft moan against your skin, his eyes peeking up at you before he moved, his tongue giving one last flick before he spoke again. “Look at ya…” he stated once more as his hand slid down between your legs, “so good for me…my beautiful, gal…my lil honey bee…”

That was it. His voice and accent rolled in your ears and before his fingers had even reached that sweet spot between your legs and you trembled. With a cry of his name you came, and heard him moan in awe as he kissed you, swallowing your noises of delight.

"Thassmy girl," he could see your core quivering around nothing and he nearly came himself. Gently, he stroked your outer lips as you rode that first orgasm out and his mouth was heavily salivating at the sight. He dropped to his chest and kissed that swollen bud between your lips.

"Oh...." You shook as his pout enclosed over your clit and you ground your ass into the mattress.

He didn’t speak much more as his mouth was otherwise occupied but in no time at all you were cumming again. And then, Jimmy was naked and making love to you. He was soft, sweet, everything you knew your gently spoken, Southern sweetheart to be. His lips curled over the shell of your ear as he spoke in rhythm of his gentle ruts, "gonna marry you, darlin', put a baby in my gal."

You couldn’t talk, your brain wasn’t responding and your body was totally surrendered to the sheer pleasure that was sparking in every single cell. You felt that edge coming closer and closer the more his mouth whispered soft filth and praise into your ear. The more he spoke, the more you wanted to dig your heels into the mattress and beg for him to just let it all go. You were totally gone now. You could hear the words but you weren’t hearing them. Your body was simply responding to the fact he was talking and it was nice, not lewd or crass. And it must have done something, as you heard Jimmy grunt a little, “ya like that idea, huh?”

You had no idea what idea he was talking about, but you didn’t care. You managed a nod, before you groaned once more.

“Jimmy…I need…”

"Me too, baby, right there..."

“I love you…” you moved your head and pressed your lips to his as your mouth parted in a silent scream, your legs going stiff as for the third time he pulled an orgasm from you. 

Only this one felt like it had arisen from the deepest part of your soul.

He rolled you through it until you felt him throbbing against you, yet he didn't skip a beat nor did he rut harder. Jimmy Dobyne cared for nothing more in that moment than for you to feel the absolute love and adoration he'd gripped onto all his days you were gone. His eyes fixed on yours, his hips grew a little sloppy and his jaw became lax. 

“Oh, honey…fuck…” he mumbled, his lashes kissing his cheek as his eyes shut for a brief second. With a groan, his arms trembled as he held himself up, before he dropped to his elbows, his face pressed to your neck.

Warmth flooded you and you cried into his shoulder. It was beautiful, every moment of it.

"I love you so much," he kissed into your neck. "Imma take care of you, Y/N. I promise."

“I know…” you assured him, your hands running up his spine as you blinked the tears from your eyes. “I know, Jimmy.”

And you did, you really did.

September 2022

Frank turned off his truck engine and cracked his neck. That had been a bit of a longer errand than he’d expected thanks to a road closure due to a car accident on the highway.

“Fucking Sunday Florida drivers.”  He muttered, hopping down from his Mitsubishi. He headed up the path and through the side door, greeting Thor who had wandered into the mud room having heard his footsteps.

“Hey boy…” 

After giving him a fuss, he moved through to the kitchen-slash- family room and smiled as he saw Fliss and Mary on the sofa, bowl of popcorn between them.

“Hey…” Fliss looked over and he smiled.

“Hey, honey.” He crossed to give her a quick kiss, “sorry I’m so late back.”

“It’s okay. I saved your dinner when you called.”

“Thanks. You okay, Stack?”

“Yup.” She didn’t turn from the TV.

“Alex in bed?”

“Mmmhmmm.” Fliss nodded, “went down half an hour or so ago.”

Frank sighed, he hated missing bed time, especially seeing as he’d set off almost three hours ago for what should have been an hour round trip, tops. He should have been home, had dinner, and helped put his boy to bed in the time it had taken him to drive across town and back. His eyes then strayed to the TV as Mary laughed.

“What are you watching?”

“She Hulk.” Fliss replied, shoving a handful of popcorn in her mouth. 

“What?” Frank arched a brow.

“It’s a Marvel show.”

“A female hulk? How? I mean-“

“Look, stop asking as you hate Marvel, you won’t like it.” Mary stated, then she giggled, “look, Mom, she’s got Captain America’s butt as a screen saver!”

Fliss paused the screen and smirked as she tilted her head to one side. “Oh yeah…”

“That’s America’s ass.” Mary giggled, saluting as Fliss laughed.

Frank scoffed, “well, seeing as my boy is in bed and you two are somewhat preoccupied with a fictional soldier’s rear end…”

“Errr have some respect for Steve Rogers.” Fliss narrowed her eyes. Frank arched his brow in response before he snorted.

“I’m gonna have my dinner and nip out and do some more work on the Camper Van.”

“You know, you guys have had that thing like almost two years and you’re still doing it up, Dad!” Mary stated the obvious.

“Hey, it works, we’ve been out and used it.” Frank folded his arms, “this is its second do up…I’m merely updating the engine and some of the cosmetics and tu-“ he stopped and narrowed his eyes as Mary sniggered. “What is this? Pick on Frank day?”

“Oh hush.” Fliss smirked, “go and get your hands dirty, leave us to watch our show.”

“Ohhh after this can we start a rewatch of Falcon And The Winter Soldier?” Mary asked.

“Sure.” Fliss shrugged, “but only one episode tonight. You got school tomorrow. And it’s Alex’s first day back at Daycare so we need to be up and ready.”

"Fine... Fine..." Mary sighed, popping kernels in her mouth.

Frank dropped a kiss to Fliss’ head before he made his way back to his truck for the box of spare parts he had been to collect. He tucked them under one arm and headed into his garage and stepped through to the workshop.

“Hey, Wanda…” he patted the shiny blue camper van fondly on the bonnet. He chuckled to himself, he was well aware the name belonged to a Marvel character, and was also a play on the word “wander” which had been suggested by Mary.

He’d spent his time doing the vehicle up, just as he had with his boat and finished it mostly almost seven months to the date since they’d been given it as a gift. 

Since then, they’d had a few goes in it up and down the County. Camping trips , days out and it had worked well enough but as with his boat, Frank had identified further improvements to “pimp his ride” even more. These included a bigger engine, chrome plated fenders and wing mirrors, a state of the art entertainment system and new leather upholstery to replace the current cloth ones that Fliss and her mum had installed as a stop gap measure.

An hour and a half into said engine improvements, or his 'Frank time' as he'd taken to referring to it as,  Fliss came out, his dinner plate in hand.

"Hey Sailor, you forgot something..."

Frank looked round and gave a little chuckle, “shit. Sorry, Cowgirl.”

She popped a shoulder, “it’s okay. Mary’s headed to bed. She told me to tell you she’s calling child services to report you for neglecting your father-uncle duties, and will be referring to you as Frank for the next forty-eight hours as punishment.”

“Huh, could she not just talk to me at all?” His eyes twinkled with humour.

“Well, she pondered that but then decided you’d tell her that wasn’t a punishment, more like a very welcome break.”

Frank pointed at her with a smirk, "Yahtzee."

Fliss laughed, shaking her head. “How long you intending on staying out here? Not that it matters, just figuring out whether or not I can start my weekly lesson plans for the yard or wait until tomorrow morning.”

"You could sit out here and do them, I'll bring up that little table."

“Huh, not just a pretty face are you?”

"Meh, I've been known to have brighter days." He shrugged. "At least sit with me while I eat."

“Alright, you got any beer in that fridge?” She nodded to the back of the workshop and Frank scoffed.

“How long you known me? Course there’s beer in there.”

“Well then gimme one.”

“We are still talking about the beer, yeah?” Frank grinned.

“Pervert.”

Frank laughed as he moved to pull two cold Buds out of the fridge. He popped the caps and handed one to Fliss.

"Why thank you, Sailor."

She took it from him, her eyes straying to his hand and she frowned. “Hey, you’re bleeding.”

Frank looked down at his hand, noticing the knick on his knuckles. He wiped it on the rag, half out his pocket. "It's nothing, grazed it tightening up something."

“Did you seriously just wipe it with that filthy shit rag?” Fliss wrinkled her nose as Frank perched on a stool in front of his work bench. “You’re disgusting .”

He popped a shoulder and sipped his bottle. "Done worse."

Fliss shook her head, “let me see.”

He took a small bite of his meal and passed his hand over to her. "It's nothing."

She took a deep breath and gently took it, twisting her wrist so his fingers lay across her palm. She gently swiped her thumb over the back of his knuckles as she looked at his skin. 

He was currently grubby from the work he’d been doing. And the hand she held was sporting a few healing cuts and grazes, from various minor knocks he picked up at work or around their home and yard. They were dotted across his long fingers and the back of his hand. His blunt nails were dirty, but would be scrubbed clean that night before bed, just as they always were when he came home from work or finished whatever hobby project he was working on.

Maybe once, in a time before she’d met him, they’d been softer and neater, thanks to his previous career as a professor. But now, Frank Adler had well worn and weathered hands. 

And Fliss fucking adored them.

She loved the way those fingers would drum noisily on a surface, indicating he was bored, maybe restless or impatient. How they’d slap his thigh or hers when he had made a decision. Even the way he would crack his knuckles either absentmindedly when deep in thought, or on purpose with a smirk as he knew the noise made her shudder and grimace as she hated it. 

But what she loved the most was how those hands, so tough, rough and calloused from years of manual labor were also as soft and gentle as the man they belonged to.

Five years ago, on a boat out on the open water, they'd held her to him as he'd kissed her tenderly. Three years back, they’d delicately yet ever so safely held their baby boy for the first time in the hospital, and continued to be safe, careful and strong with both her and the kids. 

They could also be a little possessive. His fingers would slip through hers when in public, or grip her hip as his arm slid round her waist, always just tight enough to keep her close, squeezing when he knew she needed reassurance or comfort, or simply wanted to remind her, and anyone else for that matter, that he was there and she was his. 

They were delicate and loving when he trailed his fingers up and down her arm, her neck or her spine. They would dance across her shoulders or skin, heating her from the inside out. 

And of course, there were other things those hands could do, when they were alone…

"Frankie..."

“Yeah?"

Brown eyes met blue from beneath heavy lids and Frank arched his brow.

Fliss moved to stand between his legs, which were spread apart at the knees as his feet rest on the lower rung of his stool. “Put your hands on me, Sailor.”

Frank hopped down and grabbed her by the waist, turning turned their bodies so her back bumped the work bench. "But I'm filthy."

“And?”

A low chuckle bounced that Adam's apple in his throat. Frank cupped her face. He gazed at her and smirked before he dove right in to give her a harsh kiss, filled with tongue.

She kissed him back, her own hands tangling in his hair, nails taking over his scalp.

“Whaddya want, cowgirl?” His lips hovered over hers.

“Your hands…”

“Yes, ma'am." With a grin he kissed her again. “Turn around.”

Fliss smirked as her eyes glowed with mischief. She spun on the ball of her foot and leaned against the workbench. Craning her neck so she could peer over her shoulder, she smirked. "Well?"

“Sassy tonight, I like it.” He grinned as he pulled her back into him. His hands squeezed her hips, before he gripped the hem of her vest top and pulled it over her head.

Fingers glided up her sides and belly until Frank's hands covered her bra covered breasts and gave them a generously hard squeeze.

Fliss sighed, her head rolling back onto his shoulder.

"Again..." she said softly as her arm snaked up Frank's neck.

Frank chuckled, his lips fluttering against her neck as his hands pulled down the cups of her bra. “Like that?” His voice was a raspy whisper as his fingers and thumbs found her nipples.

A lustful moan came out her throat from the depths of her chest, the vibration beating against Frank's chest. "Yep."

“My hands feel good, huh, baby?” He hummed, tweaking a little harder.

"Always so good."

“Want then to make you cum?”

"Oh, yes...." Fliss whimpered.

Frank gave a low grunt as his teeth nipped her neck, his hands working a little harder. With each tweak, pull and squeeze, he could hear and feel Fliss reacting as she writhed and panted. Her head was completely laid back on his shoulder, eyes closed, mouth open.

"Thassit, Cowgirl. Get lost....." he was in her ear.

He could feel himself growing hard in his tasty jeans, his dick pressing uncomfortably against the crotch of the denim. With a nip to hee ear that made her squeal, his right hand traced its way down her sternum to her belly and slipped into the waistband of her lounge shorts.

Fliss gasped and moaned, the feel of his hands on her was one of her favorite things.

"Oh, Lissy," Frank crooned lowly in her ear, "so wet for me."

“Always…” she gasped, her hand tightening in his hair.

With a grunt of satisfaction at the feel of her fist, Frank began toying with her clit. Running circles around it with his middle finger.

Fliss gasped, her hips bucking at his touch.

“Thassit, baby…” his breath was warm on her face. As those nimble fingers toyed with his wife, coaxing her closer and closer, her pelvis started to move, grinding herself against his palm. "Chase it, baby," he dug his heel upward into her clit as he slipped two fingers inside her wet heat.

“Oh, fuck…” her knees buckled a little and Frank moved his left arm across her chest, holding her up as his fingers found her right nipple.

"Fahk, darlin'," he grunted. "I got you."

“You…you always…oh, god…” she groaned, her eyes flying open, “you always..always do…”

"You're there, cowgirl , c'mon."

Her breath was coming in quick, rapid pants, a staccato rhythm as the feel of his strong arms and those hands she loved so much completely overwhelmed her.

“Frankie…Frank…Frank…”

“I gotchu …” he repeated as he kissed her neck behind her ear. He then groaned when he felt Fliss buck violently in his arms. “Atta girl.”

Her walls clamped around his fingers as she cried out into the silence and dim light of his workshop.

"There you go...." Frank said softly as his lips press into her cheek.

Fliss gave a hum of satisfaction as she sagged backwards. Frank gently slid his hand up and out of her shorts, his fingers sticky with her slick as the rest on her belly.

“I can feel you,” Fliss spoke, her voice raspy as she gained her breath. “Poking me…”

“Well, I’m kinda turned on right now…” he replied , with a cheeky grins of his rock hard dick into the small of her back.

With a slow movement, Fliss turned in his arms and gripped at his shirt. She stepped back towards the work bench, a smirk on her face.

“Well, we best do something about it then, huh?”

“We did,” you smiled gently. “You know I tell him about you every day. Show him your photo…” 

"He's gonna be so big by the time I get back."

"I know." You dropped your eyes. Then you sighed with a little snort. "This is supposed to be a happy call, celebrating us but..."

"No, you're right, you're absolutely right." James agreed. "Damn baby, you do look really good."

You flushed from the inside out. "Thank you," you smirked.

“Wanna show me your boobs?” He winked.

You laughed. In that crinkled eye, tipped chin, open mouth laugh he loved so much. Yet, with a playful glint in your eyes, you slipped the straps to your negligee down and off your arms and revealed your breasts. You left the silk garment where it was, just wrapped around your midsection, the triangular top, tucked under your breasts.

"Oh honey. "He groaned then he gave a smirk and pulled his T-shirt up over his head "now you can see mine too."

"I'm absolutely okay with that." You grinned. "I wouldn't mind seeing the rest of you either. It's been so long."

“Anything for you darling. "He chuckled with a flick of his brow, and then he moved it to tip the camera down so that was pointed out his crotch the bulge in his pants already evident.

"Jesus, Mace," you used your shared last name. "That was fast."

“Like you said, it’s been a while.” He palmed himself before he tipped his hips and pulled down his sweats. “See, even the sight of you makes me horny.”

"Can I watch you, handsome?" You weren't wasting time. You slipped the bottom hem up your thighs until it too was bunched around your middle.

“As long as I can watch you…” 

"Yeah?" You flicked your brows. "What do you want? I want you to fist that dick nice and slow for me, like you'd make love to me."

“Fuck, baby…” he grunted a little as his hand began to work up and down his shaft, slowly. “I wanna see you, see how wet you are…”

You whimpered as your left hand reached down and touched yourself. You spread your folds open to show your husband how your heat grew with essence.

“Oh, sweetheart….” He groaned, “look at you…”

"I've...I've been thinking about this all day," you sighed as you circled your clit with a finger. "James...I...oh fuck, you look so good. Can you, can you think it's me... there?"

“It’s all I think about,” he sighed, his wrist now moving a little quicker as he stroked himself. “About how well you fit round me, how you feel under me, how you taste…”

You saw his free hand reach for his sac and roll them in his palm. "You like that, huh? When I'm wrapped around your cock, deep down my throat and your balls in my hand?"

“You know I do…” he sighed, his blue eyes looking back at you through the screen, “you feel so good…know just how I like it…”

Your free hand was tweaking your nipple as you still circled your clit, your cunt waiting for his next move. You enjoyed the view. The way his muscles strained in his arm as his pumped his cock with his large hand. The way his chest was expanding and contracting with each ragged breath. You could see that tendon in his neck that you loved to nibble on as you rode his lap as he nuzzled your breasts.

"I want you inside me so bad, it makes me cry sometimes. I miss it so much."

“Oh, Y/N…” his voice was choked, “I miss you too baby, so much it hurts.”

"I'm gonna, I need to fuck myself, baby. I wanna cum with you."

“Do it, wanna see you…get yourself off.” Mace whispered, the pupils of his eyes blown

"Fingers or toy?"

“Fingers…” his decision was instant and decisive

You sighed at his choice, dipping that middle digit into your sopping hole. "Oh Mace."

“Shit, Y/N…you sound just like you do when I’m fucking you…”

"Fuck, baby," you twisted your nipples now as your hips slipped down a little, giving yourself a proper angle for him to see and you to feel more. "I need more, Mace. Tell me...tell me what to do."

“Slow and steady, baby…” he grunted, “let me see your face…”

You dipped a second into you, moving them in and out. Your hand trailed down from your nipples to your clit and circled it continuously as you fucked yourself with your fingers. You moaned with filth as you did it. Hooking your fingers to touch that spongy spot you knew he loved to, hit either with his own digits or the top of his cock.

“Fuck, honey…feel that?” He moaned, “how good you feel?”

"So good."

“Make yourself cum, baby wanna see…”

You picked up your pace and the sounds of your fingers deep inside your wet channel echoed through his room on board the ship.

"Faster, Mace, cum with me."

“Okay…shit…” the noise of his fist pumping up and down his shaft grew louder, faster too as his eyes bore into yours with a hunger you knew only too well.

"Jesus, fuck, oh baby....Mace."

“Thasssit…fuck…Y/N…imma…”

"Yeah...Mace....I'm..." you shook and cried out, your whole body vibrating in spasms as your walls squeezed your fingers. And while it was you doing the work, your mind only imagined that it was James Mace, your husband and hero who was going to save the world, above you; caging you in with his built and strong frame. You gave yourself a moment, your chest heaving before you swallowed and glanced back at your laptop screen. 

Mace was breathing deeply, his eyes still watching yours, but now they carried a distinct sheen of unshed tears.

"Oh, please don't do that," you sniffed. "I know. It hurts me too."

“Sorry,” he hastily blinked them away and shook his head, before he licked his lips. “But…wow. That was…”

"It was incredible." You sighed and blinked back your own tears with a gulp. "I don't... I don't do that without you."

Mace swallowed and you saw his nose wrinkle, as he screwed up his face fighting his emotions. “Well,” his voice cracked as he spoke, “let’s hope after this next blackout I’m back talking with you before too long, huh?”

"I'll be waiting for it, handsome." You kept your smile but your heart was shattered.

"I love you so much, Mace."

There was a noise off screen and James sighed, “my time is up…” he looked back at you, and smiled, not even bothering to hide his tears now. “I love you more than I can explain, and that little miracle we made. Tell him Daddy loves him….”

"I do every day..." you cried.

And with a crackle, the image of your husband flickered until it was gone. Your fingers touched the black screen, tips grazing the words 'Connection Lost'.

“Go make sure there’s a world for you to come back to,” you whispered before you shut your laptop with a snap and rose from your seat.

It started off as an innocent joke.

Katie was lounging in one of the chairs by the desk, watching as Steve and Tony were arguing over some new compact weapons system for the jet when Steve blurted out, “that’s not gonna fit in there.”

Both the Stark siblings, at the same time replied, “title of your sex tape,” before they burst out laughing.

Steve groaned and rolled his eyes. "Children."

Katie looked at him, then snorted. “You love Brooklyn 99, so don’t gimme that!”

"Not when we’re discussing where deadly force weapons fit into a Quinn Jet." He deadpanned

Ignoring him, Tony grinned and turned to his sister . “You know, now you mention it…I can kinda see the similarities.”

“Between him and Perralta?” Katie frowned.

“No, don’t be ridiculous, Kiddo. Between him and Boyle.”

The youngest Stark burst out laughing once more, her head tipping back as she chuckled.

Steve tossed his notes into the air dramatically and scooted back from the table. The wheels of his desk chair skidding over the floor as he stood. "I'm taking a break."

“Oh, Steve… don’t be…” Katie watched him go, before she finished, “…such a baby.”

“Little touchy.” Tony sniffed.

“And he calls me a brat.” Katie scoffed.

“Maybe he’s embarrassed he doesn’t know what a sex tape is.” Tony mused, picking up the notes.

“Course he knows what a sex tape is. They had dirty flicks and stuff back then. And besides, how do you know we ain’t watched porn together?” Katie smirked. “Maybe we have a nasty, dirty video of our own.”

At that Tony first went blank, then white and thereafter a little green.“That is disgusting and I don’t ever wanna hear that ever again, young lady.”

Katie simply popped a shoulder with a big smirk. "I'm going to top off and find Steve. I'll be right back."

Tony simply waved her away as she stood up.

She found him in the main kitchen for the Avengers floor. He too was searching for something and Katie sighed softly as she set her mug down on the counter. Her hip jutted out as she leaned into the granite. "You know, if you weren't so serious in these meetings all the time, you'd at least appreciate a good joke."

“And maybe if you and your brother took the meetings a little more seriously we might be making a more headway into rounding up the remnants of Hydra.”

And finding Buck...

Katie tilted her head to one side and dropped her since folded arms from across her chest. She stepped forward towards Steve and moved into his space. "Alright Soldier, what's really on your mind." Her left arm slid up his chest to around his neck, her engagement ring catching the light. Her right hand stuck to his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin through his tee.

“Nothin….just…damnit I feel like we’re getting nowhere.” He sighed, “we’ve had nothing since that last raid, Sam’s trail on Buck has gone cold. Nat and Clint have found nothing on any of their recon and…who knows where Thor is…add that to the fact your brother and Banner seem to be more focused on building robots that invade our damned apartment in the middle of the night than doing anything of use…”

“I thought you liked the idea of the Iron Legion…god that is still an awful name.” She shook her head.

“I do, I just don’t think it’s the best use of our time.”

"You sound like you need a day off," she scratched at the back of his neck. "Why don't we finish this arms meeting and we take the rest to ourselves?"

Steve took a deep breath. “Maybe.”

"Alright," Katie dropped her arms, knowing not to push it any further. "I'll refill this mug and meet you back in the conference room."

She moved to grab the coffee and poured herself one before she turned back to face Steve.

“Tony is taking this seriously, as we all are. The reason he’s filling his time with this seemingly pointless technology development is because we have no leads and he needs to keep busy. Same reason I’m still working full time on the publishing company.”

Steve only managed a nod, not in a curt way nor any way really.

"Alright then," Katie stated, "back to business."

She brushed past him, not looking back and left the room, almost colliding with Clint on the way.

"Whoa there," he joked.

“Wouldn’t go in there if I was you.” She said with an airy tone as she continued towards the labs. “Captain Cranky is out in full force.”

“I heard that!” Came Steve’s loud voice from the kitchen.

“You were meant to!” She shot back over her shoulder.

Clint watched her go before he walked into the kitchen to find Steve running a large hand over his face.

“Okay…explain.” Clint arched a brow as he reached up into the cupboard for the popcorn.

"Tony being Tony and this whole team has lost focus on the reality of the situation we're in.“

“The whole team hasn’t lost focus, Cap.” Clint shook his head, his tone easy. “What do you think Nat and I have been doing for the past three weeks? Bunking on floors and in dirty motels ain’t exactly been a barrel of laughs.”

Steve sighed. He was just frustrated. There were things not marked off on his list of concerns, most important the last cells of HYDRA and in equal measure, finding Bucky. "I know. I'm sorry." He too filled his mug now and took a last look at the skilled archer, "you're in for a treat in there. Tony wants to fit a new live laser system in the vertical stabilizers.”

Clint frowned, "but it won't fit there."

"That's what I said," Steve scoffed.

Clint looked blank for a moment, “and…so what did Stark say?”

“Both of them simply said that was the title of my…my sex tape, then started laughing.”

"Brooklyn 99, nice," Clint smirked. "A Nova favorite."

Steve exhaled, and then watched as Clint tossed the microwave sack of popcorn into the machine and hit the button.

“You’re not gonna lace that with cayenne pepper again, are you?” He asked as he picked up his refilled mug.

"No...maybe." 

Steve simply snorted as he took a sip of his coffee. “I’ll catch you later, better go try and make Tony see sense.”

Clint snorted as Steve left the room. He simply shook his head at and waited for the popcorn to pop.

*****

“Stevie?” Katie called from the kitchen of their apartment. “You wanna beer?”

"Suppose." Steve sat on the couch looking over something on the glass tablet which gave him access to the Stark System files. 

"You're supposed to be taking the rest of the day," she shouted again.

“I never technically said that, you did.”

He smirked to himself as he heard Katie’s exasperated groan.

“You’re a pain in my ass…” she grumbled, grabbing two bottles before she headed back into the lounge. She handed him one and quickly snatched the device from his other hand as the exchange happened.

“Hey…”

“Oooh reflexes a little slow there, old man.” She grinned, “didn’t see that comin’, did ya?”

Her soldier frowned then smirked. Very quickly her beer was out of her hand and she was on her back on the couch. "Who you calling old and slow doll?"

She chuckled, her hand reaching up and brushing through his hair. “You…if the cap fits…”

He groaned, “that joke is almost as bad as the sex tape one.”

She grinned again, her green eyes sparkling. “I though it was funny.”

“Hilarious….” He deadpanned before he gave her lips a quick peck. 

“Speaking of hilarious, know what really made me wanna laugh when you left for the kitchen?” Her hands smoothed up his biceps to his shoulders as he shifted above her a little, his weight on his knees.

“What?”

“Tony now thinks we made a sex tape."

“What?” Steve blinked. "Why...why would he think that?"

"Because I might have suggested we made one."

Steve groaned, the noise turning into a begrudging chuckle. “What did you do that for?”

“Because he insinuated you didn't know what one was. And I knew it would freak him out, which it did. Why do you think he wouldn’t look at you for the rest of the morning?”

Steve cocked his head to the left and popped a shoulder, "that explains it."

“It amused me, I like fucking with his head.”

"Have you?" Steve quirked a brow.

"Have I what?" Katie sought clarification.

"Made a sex tape." Steve said it with curiosity but his face held a slight cringe. "Like with Ward or...."

“Why did you have to mention that fucker?”  Katie rolled her eyes. “No, no I haven’t.”

"No offense meant, doll." Steve sighed. "Just curious."

“If I’d have made a sex tape you would have seen it by now.” Katie took a deep breath, “along with the rest of the world. It would have no doubt been leaked or sold to the press or ransomed back to me or some dumb crap like that. You never heard of Pam and Tommy?”

"Um...."

“I’ll take that as a no.” She snorted, “Pamela Anderson and Tommy Lee, famous people, very famous back in 90s…they made a dirty porno for their own use but it was stolen by some guy doing work on their house. He turned it into a video and it basically got sold to the public, ended up on the internet.”

"That's...grim." Steve wrinkled its nose.

"Yeah, some people still find it funny but it blew up all over the world and wreaked havoc on their lives and marriage. In good ways and bad ways." Katie popped a shoulder.

"You know, back in the day Dirty flicks used to be held in dark rooms for men only and cost a good penny." Steve mused. "Buck and I snuck into one once. We were sixteen and he managed to pop the back door to a showroom open.

“Oh get you, you dirty dog.” She grinned before she suddenly cocked an eyebrow up. “You seen any porn since defrosting?”

Steve shook his head, "nope." He popped the 'p'.

“D’ya wanna?”

He immediately flushed a bit.

Katie held his gaze before she leaned up to kiss him again, “I love how I can still make you blush.”

He kissed her lip softly. "Say we do, whatcha got in mind?"

“Do what? Watch porn?” She smirked, “I really have created a monster, huh?”

"Well," Steve sat back from caging her in on the sofa. "Call it curiosity or comparison for science."

“Science, huh. Tony would be proud.” She stayed where she was and reached for the tv remote. “But to answer your question there’s all sorts available…I can’t say I’m really intrigued by some of the hardcore stuff but…” she then nodded to the screen and Steve looked round to see the image was some form of menu from a porn site.

His eyes flicked down, reading the various types available and he felt himself grimacing. 

“Okay, what the…big cock? Blowjob? School girl? No…just…”

“It’s all different fetishes, or kinks, not actual school girls…hang on…” Katie laughed, “here, couple, female friendly…”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly what it says. They’re designed to be a little less…well, more about the actual romance of the sex itself and not just the kink. They’re called that as they’re videos that people in relationships might wanna watch to have a little fun, get aroused. Or maybe women on their own if they’re feeling that way inclined. Think of them as being the real dirty parts a romance film leaves out or doesn’t quite show you in explicit detail.”

"Hmmmm…" he hummed, looking over the thumbnail images of the videos. "Alright, so we just...pick one?"

"Yeah," Katie nodded. "Only if you want."

He nodded, he could do this…in fact, he kinda wanted to. Contrary to what people may think, Steve classes himself as fairly open minded when it came to sex. Whilst people no doubt assumed Captain America’s bedroom appetites to be either non existent or “vanilla” it wasn’t. Katie had brought out a side to him he’d never indulged before, one that might have been called deviant back in ‘his’ time. But, well, everyone told him he needed to move with the times, didn’t they?

And this was one area that he was more than happy to embrace the modern side of. He was comfortable enough now to share his sexual appetites and links with his fiancée. Just how he should be.

Sure, he could watch a dirty flick with his gal...no shame in that.

"Alright, doll. You pick, I ain’t got a clue."

Katie looked at him then turned her attention to the television. She scroll down a little more then hovered over one particular video. "This looks like it could be okay." Steve examine the title. Husband surprise his wife with sexy night in bedroom. He snorted and looked at her.

She merely smirked and shrugged. "Soon enough," she pressed play.

“That’s not…okay, that wasn’t what I was thinking but it is now.” He chuckled, “no I was gonna say as far as sex tapes go that’s a really shit title.”

“Don’t judge a book by its cover,” she grinned, “or in this case a porno by its title.”

Steve chuckled and turned his attention back to the screen, his warming beer in hand.

Katie shifted besides him as the video began to play, sitting up and tucking her legs up onto the couch so that her head was leaning onto Steve’s shoulder.

The set up was awful and so contrived. The wife had come home for a stressful day at the office. Her husband had come home earlier than she to set up his romantic night at home. Candle lit dinner and soft music with what was no doubt grape juice over wine as they sat together gazing at one another.

Steve scoffed and snorted as Katie giggled and at one point the two were in a fit of giggles as the actors on screen ridiculously flirted in the most unconvincing way about their attraction to one another.

“Well this ain’t winning any Oscars any time soon.” Katie snorted, and then downright howled as the husband told his wife he was going to take her to heaven and back, “oh Jesus!”

Steve chuckled, "well, doll, have I taken you to heaven yet?"

Katie looked at him, and then burst out laughing, “Steve…oh my…stop!”

“You ain’t answered the question!” He started to laugh as Katie shook her head.

“You take me to heaven every single time , baby…” she fluttered her eyelashes.

He chuckled deeper at her silly flutter, his eyes flicking to the screen, "Looks like it's finally getting to the actual deed."

“Bout fucking time, pardon the pun.”

As most softer porn flicks, the couple started with very romantic kissing and heavy petting.

Steve watched, tilting his head a little bit as the camera focused on the expression on the blonde woman’s face. Then it flicked to the ‘husband’s’ hand as it started to knead at a sheer lace covered breast.

“You know what else is unrealistic?” Katie mumbled.

"Hmmm," Steve hummed, as his fingers trailed up and down Katie's exposed arm. She'd since led her head in his lap, facing the television.

“No one would ever wear that underwear to work.”

"You wouldn't?" He kept watch.

“That would be uncomfortable as fuck.” She let out a breath. “My fancy underwear is reserved for date nights only.”

"I like your fancy underwear."

“I know you do. Especially the blue and white set.”

Steve gave a little grunt in appreciation at the favorite bra and panty set which he damn near wanted to rip off her any time she wore it.

She fell silent again as they both concentrated on the screen. It was getting a little steamy, now. The woman's bra had been removed and now the ‘husband’ was paying a lot of attention to his ‘wife’s’ breasts and nipples.

Steve sensed the rhythm of Katie's heart uptick and her body language had subtly changed. He knew exactly why. This was one of her kinks. Nothing got his future bride as heated up or as turned on as when he played with her tits. In fact, he could distinctly recall a few times he’d got her off from doing that alone.

So he did what he thought would be alright by her and moved his hand from her arm and down the collar of her tank she'd changed into after calling the work day over. Thick and long fingers dipped between her skin and bra, circling around her areola first, then her nipple. He'd acted as though it was absent minded, but there was nothing absent about his actions.

He felt her chest hitch, but he didn’t look down. He kept his eyes fixed on the screen as he felt Katie starting to twitch a little as she lay on her side, cheek to his thigh.

Steve's free hand twitched itself, just a little, imperceptibly even, as he set to controlling himself. He, too, was getting a little warm as the video continued on. The sounds, sighs and moans, combined with Katie's own reactions were making the space in the gusset of his pants a little tight.

And he knew from Katie’s proximity to said crotch area, there was no way she wouldn’t have noticed.

The action switched from the attention on the wife's breasts to now lips over her tight and taught abs, mouthing over a covered mound and sucking her clit through the fabric.

He felt Katie shift a little more obviously this time, and for the first time he glanced down to see she’d squeezed her thighs together. That made Steve want to groan out loud at the thought of how wet she’d likely be inside those damned denim shorts she was wearing, the ones she always liked to lounge around their penthouse in.

For a man who had a great amount of self-control, his brunette haired little vixen seemed to make it snap quite quickly. His eyes flicked back to the action at hand and now the husband had pulled himself from his slacks, fisting his shaft as he ate his wife out.

And that was the point a noise slipped from his lips, an almost imperceptible little grunt. But not so imperceptible his girl didn't notice.

Katie rolled to her back, those stunning eyes looking up at her fiancé. His hand was still down her shirt, and with the twist of her body, he'd managed a full handful now of her breast.

He blinked down at her, as she flicked a brow up, a silently question as to why his hand had stopped its movements.

"C'mere…"

She sat up, immediately, and obediently moved to straddle his strong thighs with her own.

Very quickly, Steve's lips crashed into hers as his strong hands held her face in his palms. The kiss was heavy, lustful. Fingers trailed down her neck and over her breasts, lowering to the hemline of her tank top. In a flash it was over her head and on the floor at his feet.

Her nails raked at his flat, strong abs as she reciprocated, yanking his tee off and tossing it over her shoulder. There was a clink as it collided with and knocked their beer bottles over on the coffee table, but neither of them gave a shit.

Katie's breasts were exposed the second Steve's hands were free, easily undoing the back clasp as he'd expertly learned to do. He cupped them both, pushing them together and buried his face between them. His nose slid between the valley of her breasts as he kissed the edges. Thumbs rolled her nipples between his forefingers as his hips tilted his erection toward her clit.

“Fuck…” the first word either of them had spoken in a while fell from her plump lips as her head tilted back, nails digging into his shoulders.

Steve hummed along her skin, his warm and inviting open mouth covering the nipple on her right side. His tongue swirled around the erect skin before teeth pulled at it in a gentle fashion before lips enclosed around it to make up for the harsh contrast of his nip.

Katie moaned loudly, drowning out the noise of the long forgotten porno on the television. It was a noise that went straight to his already rock hard dick, as he ground his hips upwards again.

Steve moved them to the cushions of the couch with a lightning speed. With Katie's back now against the black butter like leather, he kissed her lips first, then her jaw, her neck and down her sternum with short pecks before finishing his assault on her left nipple, which he hadn't forgotten about.

She was putty in his hands. Her fingers were in his dark blond hair, nails raking at his scalp before they dug into his shoulders, just below the junction with his neck.

The super soldier growled at the tingle of pain before pulling back and immediately fiddling with the button on Katie's shorts. There was absolutely no slow movements to his task. He was rock hard and desperate to bury himself between her thighs. After, of course, a little snack.

Said shorts joined the haphazard pile of clothes strewn around the floor and room, as did her black panties.

"Thought you didn't wear those to work..."

“Those ain’t fancy…” she swallowed as she took a deep breath.

Steve was belly to leather as she spoke. His left hand pushing Katie's bent knee into the back cushion while his right hand pressed the inside of her left thigh to open her wide for him. His lips met the apex of her inner thigh before he immediately puckered his soft lips around her clit.

Katie's back arched off the couch, her hands flying to her own chest to further give attention to her nipples as he sucked hard before laving his tongue over her weeping slit. 

"Fuck, doll, you're soaked." Steve rasped against her folds. "And you taste so good."

“Stop, talking…” her hand pushed his head further into her.

With a growl, he kept at her. Tongue poking and licking, lips covering that sensitive bud before he managed to probe two fingers deep inside her. He fucked her with precision, his palm down, coiling her tighter. It was when he moved palm up and hooked his knuckles just a little that she cried out with two flicks of her spongy upper wall.

Her hands back at her breasts, her hips bucked violently as she trembled, her breathing now rapid, a sure sign she was teetering on that edge.

"C'mon, doll. Cum for me, baby."

“Stevie…Stevie…I’m…” her voice trailed off into a low, broken moan as her back arched and her hands flew to the cushions of the couch.

"Oh fuck," Steve spat quickly as his mouth covered her again, his tongue and fingers working her over as she came.

Her hand was soon pushing him away, those smooth, shapely legs trembling as he moved away and sat up, hastily undoing the front of his jeans.

Like the 'husband' from the video, Steve pushed his pants and boxers to his thighs and stroked himself before immediately lining up and sliding right inside his bride to be.

A satisfied noise came from her throat as he bottomed out, his weight held on his forearms as his forehead pressed to hers.

"Jesus, sweetheart," his breath fanned her face. Steve snapped his hips; once, twice and on the third go, he gave a grind against her overly sensitive clit.

“Stevie, don’t…” she stopped dead to let out a little grunt, her nails raking up his back. “Just…just fuck me, soldier.”

"Yes, ma'am," Steve grunted as he snapped his hips and picked up speed. He kept his balance over her and his weight still in his arms as his lower body did the work.

Katie’s eyes locked onto his, her pupils blown as the motion of his thrusts moved her back up and down the sofa cushion beneath her. Her hands moved, and she cupped his face and pulled him down for a filthy kiss.

Her teeth pulled at his bottom lip, causing Steve to press his fingertips into the leather near her head. He was close and he'd hoped to fucking whomever that she was too because damn it did this rush feel good.

Her hands kept his face there, mouth open against his, noses pressed together as she panted and moaned at his movements. She could feel him twitching inside her, and knew he was close. And so was she. The heat was beginning to build between her legs and in the pit of her stomach once more, and fast.

"Harder." She stated into his mouth.

“Fuck, Doll…” he pushed his hips forward as hard as he dare, snapping them back and then forward again with a ferocious force.

That did it just enough and Katie was yanking at the longer hair atop his head as she cried out.

As soon as he felt her go, Steve allowed himself to give in with a surge that seemed of rise from his toes upwards. Single handedly, he balanced on one arm as he pulled Katie's head so their lips could meet in the same instance he came, crushing her into his face.

The kiss was stilted, but passionate none the less, flickering out into soft, lingering pecks as he sighed, his chest heaving.

His nose eventually bumped hers and she hummed in tired delight.

“I love you,” she whispered, her eyes opening slowly.

"Oh, doll, do I love you." He said with a soft baritone and he lowered his lips again. "I'm gonna love you forever."

Katie smiled, dumb fucked and satiated, "So, about that sex tape of our own...…"

Steve opened his mouth to reply, but never got the chance.

“Fuck me in the ass.”

The pair of them stilled, and then in identical, slow movements both turned their heads to the long forgotten porno that was still playing.

Both sputtered and fell back into loud, belly laughter.

“Call me old fashioned, doll…” Steve pecked her lips, “but I think I prefer it off screen so to speak.”

"So that's a no to porn?"

“Not a hard no…I mean, I’m…no…don’t make that into an innuendo!”

Katie cackled as Steve snorted, his forehead resting on her collar bone.

“Would you wear the underwear?” He mumbled into her skin.

"Oh most definitely."

“Then… I’m in.”

Steve felt Katie start to chuckle again, and he knew what she was gonna say before she said it but still he let out a low groan as she blurted the same childish line that had started this whole damned thing. 

“Title of your sex tape!”

**********************

You were just finishing your makeup when you heard the knock on your apartment door. Taking a final glance and once over at yourself in the mirror, you sighed. "Here goes nothing." You shut the light off and left your ensuite. The click of your strappy sandal heels sounded across the hardwood floor as you headed for the door. "Coming..." You shouted as you grabbed your clutch, the hem of the black silk robe-wrap dress smooth against your freshly shaved legs. You took a steeling breath and opened the door.

Colin's jaw dropped a little as you looked at him. His eyes raked down and back up. "Wow." He blew out hot air, "you... Wow, you look incredible."

"Thanks," you felt the heat from within creep out towards your skin. "Shall we?" 

"Yeah, let's." He hooked his arm for you to take hold and stole a kiss quickly. 

You were already apprehensive about tonight, but now that the plan was set in place, you were bubbling with anxiousness on the inside.

His Blazer was waiting to take you to dinner at a more upscale place than you'd gone to before. But that was all he shared, outside the required attire. You were used to dives and simple bars. Getting this dressed up was a big deal.

It was a restaurant was a short drive across the water from your place, in South Boston Waterfront of town. He'd taken you to Menton, a French bistro, that hosted at times the finest in Boston's upper middle class to the rich.

The place was a far stretch from your at home dinner dates at either of your places and the bars the two of you had been hanging out in. But it was a nice change. And the two of you dressed the part.

You in your black silk wrap dress and he in his white button down, black slacks with matching belt and shoes. His hair had grown out a pinch, a little longer than the buzz cut from when you two first met. He smelled delightful, that cologne he always wore. You were falling hard and faster than you’d imagined but you were growing used to it. The feelings were happening fast, but maybe it was supposed to this time. Maybe this is what, at just shy of thirty, this is what life looked like. It was quite possible that this was what love felt like, what it looked like. But the notion frightened you, so you kept swallowing it back, feeling like a teenager in a puppy love stage.

After checking in for your reservation, you sided up to the bar to order your drink. Colin took a Stella Artois from the tap while you took a deep note red wine. Colin mentioned for the tender to keep the tab open, and he nodded walking off.

"This is...I have so many questions right now," you chuckled.

"Like..." he awaited your answer.

"Look, I'm not opposed to the treat, but to be ridiculously frank, how are you affording this?" You cringed even asking.

Colin chuckled, "I honestly don't spend much these days. And other than going out with you and the regular bills, I don't have expenses. Between training and classes, the gigs, I don't have the time to go out unless it's with you because I make the time. I want to make the time. Trust me, this isn't an all the time thing." He smirked, "Like you said, a treat."

“Don’t spend too much,” you snorted. “I don’t need to be wined and dined.”

“Literally what we’re doing right now, Monkey.” He kissed your lips quickly. “Like I just said, I want to.”

You smirked and kissed him this time. He led you by the small of your back toward the lounge where you could wait for your table. The two of you took up seats at a high top table near a window. The two of you shared in small talk and casual flirting with touches and glances here and there. And it was about the time the two of you were on your second round of drinks when a voice came from your right.

“Literally what we’re doing right now, Monkey.” He kissed your lips quickly. “I want to anyway.”

“Colin?” Her voice stated. Colin turned and a look of fair surprise came over his face. “I thought that was you.”

“Ally,” he stared a little wide eyed. “Erm,” he cleared his throat, “uh, hi.” 

You watched as his eyes flicked to the man with the ex he’d mentioned on many occasions when the two of you first started talking a month ago. In that second, it dawned on you that you had met exactly a month ago yesterday.

You waited for Colin to introduce you to Ally, but it didn’t come.

He merely stammered and fumbled over his words, “This is, uh…this is….”

“Y/N.” You jutted your hand forward toward Ally. “Nice to meet you.”

“Yes, Ally…Y/N,” Colin sighed.

You reached out for the man next to Ally’s hand, introducing yourself. “Y/N.”

“Jake Adams, nice to meet you.” He replied and you noticed the tick in Colin’s jaw.

“Likewise. Your family donates a lot to my work.” You told him.

“Oh, that so? What do you do?” Jake asked as Ally looked on, Colin still mute.

“I work at the Franklin Park Zoo and Gardens. I’m in primatology,” you answered with pride.

Jake nodded, the realization coming to him as he appeared to have had something click in his mind.

It was Ally who jumped in next, “so you’re a zoo keeper.”

You quickly felt offended by her quick labeling reply, even though she was technically correct. “Yeah,” you spoke with a curt tone.

“And Colin, how’ve you been? Still the struggling musician?” Ally couldn’t lessen the awkwardness of the situation and her curt tone didn't sit well with you. And you only wondered why she had even bothered to approach the two of you in the first place.

You were quick to jump to a disappointed looking Colin’s aide, “Actually, he's graduating from the Boston Police Academy in September. You're looking at one of Boston’s finest.” You took a deep breath and slipped out of your seat, grabbing your clutch. “Excuse me, I'm going to the ladies' room and then to check on our reservation.” You looked at Colin, “I’ll close out our bar tab while you two catch up.”

Colin looked stunned as you took off, your eyes barely looking at him. You were hurt. You had no idea what to say or do but it stung how much Colin had been sideswiped by his ex. You quickly found the restroom and stood in the stall as you held back the sting in your eyes. Maybe this was all just a ridiculous mistake. Maybe it was too soon for him and not right for you. Maybe… so many maybes were running through your head in the moment. Was this all just a means to him getting his dick wet and dragging you along with him? Were you a convenient distracting lay? Was the fast pacing of your relationship suddenly a farce? The feelings were overwhelming, and you felt even more immature in your response. With a thick swallow, you left the stall and washed your hands before walking out past the bar and to the patio. The fresh air sounded like exactly what you needed in that moment.

You were only there for a moment when you felt a hand at the small of your back, startling you and you turned to find a sullen Colin looking at you. 

“Hey, I’ve been looking for you.” He said softly. “I tried the bar and you hadn’t closed out, so I took care of it.”

“I think I just want to go home," you said in a whisper.

“Wait, why? We just got here. Sweethaat, are you crying?” His hand cupped your face and a tear escaped, catching his thumb. “Y/N?”

“I...you forgot my name, Colin. We run into Ally and her, well, whatever Jake is to her, and you didn't know who I was.” There was emotion in your voice, and it cracked as you spoke again. “I just want to go home to my place. You can stay if you want. I'll get an Uber.”

"Y/N... at least let's go back to my place like we'd planned. We can talk about this there.” He was already begging with his tone.

“I’m going home,” you said with a little more firm confidence.

“Y/N..”

“No....”

“Please, baby.” He was emotional.

“This was a mistake.... I.. All this. Too fast too soon. You... Is there anyone else? And you couldn't remember which one I was and she surprised you so much that you couldn't react?”

“What the…no! That’s ridiculous! It’s not that, at all…I don’t have an excuse. Okay? I haven’t seen her for…for months since she left and…seeing her with him just swiped me as it’s making me realize she…” he sighed. “You know what, it’s…you’re right. I got nothing. I’ve no excuse…”

Your eyes pooled heavily with unshed tears, “just take me home, Colin, please.”

“Okay…” his chin dropped towards his chest. You couldn’t help but sniffle as he led you back to his car, telling the host on the way out something had come up.

Colin opened the door for you, and you slid in. He took a sad look at you, your eyes not meeting his but remaining focused on your lap. He gently closed the door and came around to his side. Once he was in, he buckled and started the ignition. His hand reached for the gear shift, but hesitated. He, instead, turned the key off and moved his gaze to you.

"There's nothing I can do?" His voice was soft, the sound of hurt evident.

A heavy lump was swallowed back in your throat. After a deep breath to try and still a quivering lip, you licked your lips and finally looked at him. “Do you still love her?”

He took a second to take his own deep breath. He licked his lips and looked you dead on. “No. No I don't. I don't think I have for a while.”

A single nod and another big swallow later, you spoke again, “Right. Then what was that?”

“She isn’t the problem.” Colin shook his head.

“I'm just trying to understand. I wasn't.. I'm not asking to be introduced as…well, anything other than my name, nor do I expect you to feel…”

"It’s not that, Y/N…it’s…fahk, it’s him, okay!” He groaned, banging his forehead against the steering wheel.

“What?” You were confused but your voice remained no more than a low tone, just above a whisper.

Colin sat back in his seat. “’Bout two months or so before we broke up, I started to suspect there was something going on between them. He’s…well, he’s everything I’m not. Everything she really wanted deep down.” He paused. “She swore blind there was nothing there, but hey, looks like she got her bit of fun for a few years and then fucked off with the guy who drives a Porsche and wears Louboutin fuckin’ loafers just to walk around his house.” He kept your gaze as he spoke, “I don’t care about her. Not like that anymore. But, that today, well, makes me realize that I wasn’t good enough. And also makes me wonder how long her and her bitch friends were laughing at me behind my back. Bang the rock star, sleep with the millionaire.” You took a shaky breath as he shook his head with a snort. “I got caught up in what I couldn’t have and when I got it, I lost it. I won’t make that mistake again.”

His explanation gutted you. But it also made you more confused. “You're more than that, you know," you said softly.

His brow raised a bit and he shrugged, “yeah…so people tell me.”

You, too, shrugged, “well I'm telling you, if it matters any.”

He licked his lips and gave his head a gentle shake. “Maybe this…all this, is just some whipping big ass dose of karma for being a slut.”

That stunned and stung, “What? What are you....”

“I mean from before.” He scoffs. “You know about my past, I told you. But the fact you even thought that then…” Colin waved his hands around, “proves my point, huh.”

Your eyes just watched him, nothing to say in the moment. Then after the pause, you sighed. “That really hurt Colin. I know we've rushed into this, but... This... I don't know what to say.”

“Me neither. Other than I’m sorry. I was just stunned, and I don’t think I would have remembered my mom’s name.” Then Colin sighed again, “Although, why I’m stunned, given that it was there in front of me for God knows how long, I’ve no idea.”

“The look on her face when I told her you were at the academy said a lot," you pointed out. He merely shrugged. “Colin, look, unfortunately Ally and Jake are the kind of people that had it too easy in life and didn't have to work hard for much. Jake most certainly, and Ally, well I don't know. But if they grew up in the same circle, then I'm just making assumptions. We haven't known each other long. It's obvious. But what I do know, is that you take a lot of pride in what you do. You're in class or training six days a week, the one day you have to yourself you're studying and toting your nephew around and then spending a few hours with me if you can manage. You play with your band two, sometimes three nights, a week on top of that plus what wee little things your sweet landlord wants of you. To be honest, I don't know how you do it." You took a breath, “Jake…well, he's not half the man he should be and Ally's missing out.”

Colin took a deep breath, a response having fallen short of leaving his lips. He just shook his head a little. “I’m sorry Y/N. And I know none of this makes it okay…I just want you to know that it isn’t you. It really isn’t. And there’s no one else.”

You kept quiet for a bit, fingers still wringing. The you sniffled and sighed softly, "I shouldn't have accused you. For that, I'm sorry."

He nodded in what you assumed was acceptance. "Well…like I said, my reputation precedes me." Then he snorted, "to be honest, Ally was no angel herself. I should have seen how it was gonna end a mile off…it’s still no excuse, Y/N."

You sighed again and paused for another moment. You wanted to forgive and move on, forget and just be. You may or may not have overreacted, but in the moment, it knocked you back. Colin watched you think for a minute. The way your face was soft in a sad way, your typically emotional bright eyes, which he adored, no longer shined. In fact, they were red from your tears and that ripped at his chest all the more, knowing he caused that pain. 

You took what seemed like your millionth deep breath and locked your eyes back on his. "Why don't we forget it. I guess I was just as surprised myself. She's beautiful, seems very bubbly and fun." 

He pursed his lips, then said, "She's got nothing on you, Monkey."

Your eyes filled and your face scrunched a bit. You sniffed and whispered, "let's get outta here." 

He hesitated, before he leaned over and cupped your face. "I mean that." 

"I know," you nod. "I believe you." 

He stroked his thumb gently over your cheek before taking a deep breath and he moved back to set the car in gear to go. As he pulled away from the steakhouse, you spoke again. "We can go to yours and order Chinese." 

He smiles, nods. "Whatever you want."

"I want you." He snapped a quick look at you before glancing back to the road. He caught your shrug and you softly smirked. "I went shopping, it's all new. I'd hate to waste it."

"What…what’s new?" He asked shyly.

"The dress," you played with the hem of your dress. Your manicured nails, typically bare, flattened the material over your thigh. Then you mumbled, "the other stuff under the dress." 

At that he looked at you and again then back to the road. He grinned with a lowly chuckle, "Okay, I'm about to risk my entire career now and break every speed limit."

"Don't be dumb." You stated. 

"Imma fuck you dumb,” he mumbled under his breath.

"Hmm? What was that?" You flicked your brows up at him.

“Nothin’.”

You'd heard him and it only made your smirk as your eyes watched the road with him. 

*****

He truly did make it back to his condo in record time. After parking in his stall, he grabbed the door for you and grabbed your hand practically dragging you to the rows of two-story townhome condos in his complex.

“What happened to the Chinese?”

"We said we'd order, I didn't say we'd pick it up," he snorted.

“Touche.”

Colin took a deep breath as he openedhis front door and he placed his hand on your back, guiding you in. “I really am sorry.”

"Yeah, I know." You sighed, a deep breath of your own exhaling from your chest. "I get it. You were caught off guard, just doesn’t mean it didn't sting." He looked at you, and he clearly had nothing else, he just bowed his head as he selected the only button the elevator had. You took a knuckle and dragged it under his chin, pushing his eyes up to meet yours. "I forgive you."

And you did. It was unfortunate and it really sucked. It was a hard slap you hadn't expected but it wasn't exactly his fault. In fact, what it did was prove how much you'd not really realized that Ally had meant and done to him and in a way, maybe immaturely, confirmed how you truly felt for him.

“I know, I’m just…naht sure I forgive myself, baby.” He tossed his keys in the bowl and emptied his pockets.

Your lips twitched at one of the handful of pet names he'd begun to use regularly. "Colin, we're moving on, okay?"

“I…I just want you to understand…Ally…and me, it was…intense but it’s done. I want us to work, you know and…fahk, okay, I’m really worried now that you’re gonna be thinking that I still want her, and I don’t…”

"I don't."

He nodded, “okay…”

You dropped your bag on the sofa chair and kicked your shoes off. You moved around the space as he messed with lights and locks. You took a look at the mantle and noticed a new picture had been added. One of you, he and Justin taken just last Sunday at the Farmer's Market. The three of you were grinning from ear to ear as Colin had taken the selfie. You thought for a second and realized the date again. Justin's big day was in five days. You were at the end of June and a few weeks after his big ten was your big thirty.

Colin turned to you, then took a deep breath. “Drink?”

"Scotch?"

He nodded, and then grinned. “I got just the one…”

While he poured, you fiddled with his music speaker and selected a song with a soft tone. A jazzy, bluesy melody. He came back, handed a short tumbler to you. 

“That’s a special malt…”

"Yeah?" You took the offering.

“Yup…”

You sipped it, "wow, that's really good. But I'm not familiar with it."

“It’s not a single, it’s a blended which some people can get a bit snaahby about, but I like it…it’s easy drinking…makes great cocktails.” At that, he produced the bottle from behind his back and you blinked at the label.

“Monkey Shoulder?” You giggled.

"Yup." He laughed.

"Where on earth did you get it?" You took the bottle and observed it.

“A little liquor store near Cheers.”

"Huh," you shrugged and handed the bottle back.

“There’s a neat story as to why it got its name too.” He set it on the coffee table and picked up his own tumbler. “So, the company that made are a really old company in Scotland, but the whisky is actually relatively new. It was created in the early 2000s and was the first ever blended malt only whisky. Blends tend to contain grain whisky.” He explained. “And in the traditional malt whisky making process, malted barley was turned by hand by dudes using large heavy malt shovels. Some of those guys would develop a strain injury which had a tendency to cause their arm to hang down a bit like a monkeys, so they nicknamed it 'monkey shoulder'. “

"I had no idea you were such an aficionado and connoisseur. Well done, Mr Shea." You sat down on the couch in your usual spot. The hem of your wrap dress crept up a bit as your cleavage popped. A peek a boo of the lace you wore under visible.

“I’m not really, I just saw the name and…” He trailed off, his eyes firmly trained on your boobs. 

"Colin..."

“Huh, yeah?” His eyes snapped up.

You smirked. Setting your glass down you looked back at him. "Alright, I'm going to probably totally regret this but.... Let's play a game."

“Strip poker?”

You laughed, "not exactly. I was just going to ask, if you...ever had a... Oh, he'll forget it, strip poker it is."

“If I ever had a what?”

"Never mind." Your head fell into your hands with embarrassment.

“No, tell me.”

"Maybe I should drink more for this." You snort and neck your scotch. "So, I know we haven't been you know.... for long and... I've never really asked or... oh hell, what do you fantasize about?" You said in one breath and then cringed as the route to all this Rona had suggested was going completely sideways in your head and now you were feeling ridiculously stupid and embarrassed.

Colin raised his eyebrows, then he grinned, “That was a quick redirect!" Then he chuckled, "is this your way of saying your gonna let me eat a sandwich off your boobs?”

"COLIN!" You groaned.

“Okay, okay, sorry…but for the record, I totally wanna eat off you.”

"E..eat off me?" You stammered. "Like that weird sushi porn, I totally stumbled on once in college. Or like edible paints?"

“Both?” Then he frowned, “sushi porn?”

"Don't ask, it was disgusting and mortifying."

"Okay, so…maybe not that but…edible paints, edible panties…” he grinned, “but you know what I really think about?”

You lick your lips and suddenly, that bottle Monkey Shoulder on the table looking far more inviting than this ridiculous conversation you started.

“Dancing…”

"Dancing?" You replied in a questioning tone.

“Yeah…I love music.” He shrugged, “it can change a mood like that.” He clicked his finger. “And when you get the right piece, be that with lyrics or not, and it makes you feel hot or sexy or turned on then it always comes out in your movements.”

"Hmph, okay, I see what you're saying." You nod. Yet, you wondered if he too had talked to Rona about your hopes for the night. "Dancing...."

“I don’t mean it has to be like…dancing-dancing but…it can be a simple sway of the hips or the way you close your eyes…erm…I can’t explain, let me try to show you…”

You snorted, "okay, show me."

He reached for his phone, and the sound of the jazz you’d selected on his sound system cut out and suddenly the speakers were filled with a song you didn’t immediately recognize.

“Wait…” Then it kicked in and you smirked a little.  “You know it?”

“Depeche Mode…” you nodded.

“Okay, so close your eyes…” You did as you were asked. “Just listen.”

So you did. The lyrics and the upbeat, get incredibly sultry melody to “I Feel You” filled your ears. 

I feel you, your sun it shines.

I feel you, within my mind.

You take me there, you take me where the kingdom comes.

You take me to, and lead me through Babylon.

“See…” Colin chuckled, “just one verse in and your body is already dancing. Your breathing changed, your mind went somewhere else…maybe dancing isn’t the right word, I dunno but…you get me?”

"I do," you said softly. "It's.....I get it," you nodded.

“So…where did you go?” He closed the distance a little between you, “what did you see?”

You thought for a second, then you bit your cheek. Another nervous habit you had. "It might be better if I show you." 

'Jesus, Rona, I'm gonna kill you for this if it doesn't work.' You thought as your morning with Rona flashed into your head. The conversation you'd had about giving him a surprise and her ridiculous suggestion of what was next for you. "Sit down."

Colin arched a brow but sat on his sofa, his eyes trained on you.

You stood and moved away from him just a bit, the coffee table now between you. You closed your eyes as if you were steeling nerves and opened them. Your eyes bore down on Colin's blues, and you began to move with the beat. Your hips gave way to a sway as your hands crept up your sides. You slid them down over your breasts and down to the tie of your dress. With a pluck, you pulled the tie loose. But in the last second you bashfully spun away from him and instead looked over your shoulder. His eyes were trained completely on you, his nostrils flaring a little as he moved his legs a little wider apart. As you gazed upon him, you let the black silk drop to the floor, your backside on display for him. You had bent your leg, your hip and knee popping in opposite directions as you looked forward at the television on the wall and took a deep breath. Then with a single pivot on the ball of your foot, you turned back to face Colin fully.

One of his arms was extended down the back of his couch, the other held his glass of scotch which he raised to his lips, his eyes dark as they scanned up your body.

With precise measure, you walked with one foot directly in front of the other, a deep sway to your hips now in great time with the beat. You stood before him, between his opened thighs and bent downward. Colin thought you were going to kiss him but instead you grabbed his scotch and stood, turning so your ass swayed right in his face before you took a seat between those legs, right on the edge of his lap. Again, your eyes turned back to look at him over your shoulder and you necked his glass right in front of him before grinding your ass against his lap, the glass in your hand still. You bent your arm and brought the glass to your chest, the cool structure and remaining ice wicking your skin between your breasts. The deep color of your bra and panty set, delicately made into lilies and sewn together with expertise stood out against your skin. Your feet were planted in the throw rug, and you led back a little against his chest.

“Fahk, baby…” he groaned, his nose nuzzling at your neck. “Is this a no touching strip tease? Like, is some burly ass pimp gonna come in and break my hands for touching his Lola?”

"Shhhh," you giggled. "You can touch. It's my first dance."

“Wanna know a secret?” His hands gently held your hips.

"Yeah.." you ground into him more, reaching behind you to grab hold of his neck as he spoke, pulling him closer to you.

“It’s the first one I’ve ever had off a girlfriend…”

That was the first time he'd spoken of you with that title. And you couldn't help the smile it brought. You had to look away for a second just because you couldn't hide the smirk. Then, you stood, but not without further teasing him. As you went, you made sure to bend forward and arch your back, so your ass was really in his face. Quickly, you spun around and faced him again, reaching behind your back and snapping the bra open, the straps falling down your shoulders. You pulled the garment free and tossed it aside, no care as to where it ended up. You'd find it later.

“Jesus…” he swallowed, shifting a little in his seat, the growing bulge in his trousers obvious.

"You gonna need some help with that?" You nodded down at him. A few more sways to your hips and you thumbed the edges to your panties, pulling them away from your hips, giving them a little shake and rolling your hips before you snapped them back to your skin. "Tell me, Officer Shea, what's my offense?" You had no idea where this was coming from, but it was far too late to back out now.

“Being in charge of a criminally amazing pair of tits.” He muttered, “fahk, babe.”

"So are you gonna touch me or are you gonna just stare all night?" You challenged. Yep, you were done, soaked and ready to get fucked or fuck Colin, either way, you didn't care.

His hands flew up, grabbing your ass cheeks just at the top of your thighs and pulling you towards him.

"Short on cash, Officer?"

“I’ve never paid for a girl yet, and I don’t intend on starting now,” his nose brushed the waistband of your panties, hand skimming down the back of your thighs.

You took his chin in your hand and tilted his head upward. "Then let me finish my dance," you said with a bit of authority and confidence. 

With a deep inhale he let go of you and leaned back. “You said I could touch you…”

"You can, but..." you hooked your panties over your thumbs and pushed them down your ass and thighs, the fabric slipping below your knees and dropping to the floor. "Now you can touch me."

“Can I take my pants off?”

"Yes." You smirked as you still stood between his legs.

In a flash, his belt and flies were undone, and his slacks and boxers were round his ankles. 

“Thank fahk for that.” He groaned, palming his dick. His eyes flicked back to yours and he sat up a little, his hands reaching for you again. You let his hand curl around your backside and again down your thigh. He pulled you towards him and you couldn't help but kneel over him, your body straddling his.

“Do you take payment in kind?” He asked, his nose brushing between your breasts.

"I do."

“Good…”

You felt the tip of his dick, poking at your entrance. "Fahk, don't be kind, though."

“No?” He tilted his hips and filled you.

"Oh fahk," you hissed. "No."

His hands held your hips as he thrust into you as deeply as he could go. Your back arched away from him, pressing your breasts towards his face and he was quick to latch onto your nipple.

"Colin, fahk...."

His hips kept a deep, slow movement as he lavished affection across your breasts and upper body, before his hand curled round your neck and he pulled you down for a filthy kiss.

"Fahk, Colin," you gasped. You'd had plenty of sex since you'd met. But this was different, it felt so much more than what it was.

His teeth grazed your collar bone, hands splayed over your back as you both rolled your hips in sync. Maybe he was making up for earlier, maybe he wasn't. But it was damn good. He did all the work and you just rolled through with it.

Your arms crossed around his neck and your nails scratched at him. He groaned into your skin. It wasn’t long before your body was singing its own tune, and you felt the coil in your belly beginning to tighten

"Oh fahk, baby, I'm... I'm gonna...."

“Yeah…c’mon, sweehaat…”

"Fahk.. FahkFahk." You strained, "fahk!" A cry came from your lips as you came, your whole body tight and rigid in his lap.

His eyes watched you as your head tilted back. He continued his thrust upwards and was still going as you finally came back to earth.

You watched his face, the freckles on his nose and cheeks which were now tinged with pink. Your hands cupped his face, pads of your fingers resting on his clean-shaven face, and you leaned down to kiss him. As your tongue drove the kiss, his hips drove into you. His arms braced your back as his hands curled over the back of your neck. He drove and drove into you until his hands squeezed as he came deep inside you. His mouth opened against yours as he groaned and grunted, his eyes closing, eyelashes kissing his cheeks.

You panted into his mouth, your body sticky and hot. Your forehead pressed into his. "I'll give you a dance anytime."

He chuckled, his eyes opening as he kissed you softly. “Thank you, Depeche Mode."

“No more weed.” You looked at him as he called the elevator. “Not tonight.”

“You were the one that wanted it. You wanted to kick back after a hectic week!” He scoffed.

"Well, no I'm done."

“Alright!” He laughed, “I’ll keep the rest for another time.”

"Unless... There's something else. You have."

“Like what?”

“Acid…mushrooms…”

Bryce scoffed, “you’re supposed to be training to be a teacher…”

“Errr as of one month’s time.”

He wrinkled his nose as you entered the elevator and he slid his key card into the slot, selecting his floor. “I don’t, but Drysdale might be in…”

“No.”

“Then you’ll have to make do with alcohol.”

You thought for a second. There was no denying it, Drysdale did get good shit. You just hated the bastard.

“Oooh you’re thinking about it,” your boyfriend snorted, “and you used to be such a good girl before you met me.” He tugged your hand and pulled you too him, his hand squeezing your ass.

You looked up at him with a sneaky smirk. "Kiss me, you life wrecking bastard."

With a smirk, he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. It was a hungry kiss, his tongue heavy in your mouth, hand still groping your ass.

Your hands fisted in his shirt for balance and to take his tongue easily while he chased your tonsils down your throat. You moaned into him, your sound vibrating his chest.

As soon as the elevator door pinged open, he backed you out of it and into the small, private corridor that served the penthouse.

Your fingers were starting to pluck at the linen fabric when the sound of a snigger stopped you.

"Oh, Kitten, don't let me stop you."

You snarled as you pulled away from Bryce to see Drysdale lounging in the open plan living space. You glared at your boyfriend, "you said he was out for the evening.”

"I thought he was." Bryce simply stated as if it were nothing.

“Plan changed,” Ransom popped a shoulder.

“You mean your latest country club slut blew you off?” You rolled your eyes, stepping back from Bryce, heading towards the kitchen.

"No, I fucked her in the coat closet instead and came home."

You made a noise of disgust and then you heard Bryce laugh. “Bunny, don’t go getting all prim and proper. Ain’t like we never done it…”

You walked away from Bryce and decided to help yourself to the bar cart.

“Oh, she’s pissed.” You heard Ransom snort.

"She'll be fine." Bryce shrugged, "so..."

Ransom looked at his friend and arched a brow, “what?”

“What actually happened at the club? Thought you and the red haired chick were supposedly getting a little more serious? You really bang her in the closet?”

"We are." Ransom smirked, "it was her idea."

Bryce simply chuckled and glanced over to you where you waved the bottle of scotch at him.

“Thought you wanted something stronger?”

"I do now."

Bryce looked at Ransom. “Got anything on you?”

"I've got that liquid acid shit," he popped a shoulder. "Good stuff too."

Bryce nodded as you walked over, handing him a tumbler.

With a clap of his hands, Ransom stood and left the two of you.

"I'm really going to regret this in the morning." You flopped into Bryce's lap with a grunt and sigh.

“It’s Sunday, we can lay in…” he nuzzled at your neck.

"Suppose we can.” Your nails scratched the skin just below the hairline at the back of his head.

“Watch TV, eat junk…”

"Maybe porn?"

Bryce snorted, “you’re a dirty bitch.”

"You fucking love dirty, so shut your mouth." You air snapped your jaws at him.

“I ain’t complaining…”

At that point, Drysdale returned. He held a small, brown glass bottle in his hands.

"Open up...." he said lowly.

“I’ll do it myself,” you held your hand out, “I don’t trust you not to overdose me…”

"That would kill you.... I'm not about murder." Ransom snorted as he dropped the bottle in hand.

“So you say.” You took the bottle from him.

You undid the bottle and placed three drops under your tongue, before handing it to Bryce.

“Thanks, baby.” He took four drops, not three, before he handed it back to Ransom.

He partook, himself, taking four like his mate. He then screwed the top back on and placed the bottle back in his pocket.

It was quick to hit, the good shit always was. And Ransom's good shit was always a fast hitting, slow burning high. Half an hour after taking them, every color you could see was amplified. You felt excited, a little giddy, even. Everything was making you giggle, even Ransom. There was something random playing on the music channel, he was up, cigarette in one hand, a vodka in the other as he swayed to the music. You were sitting on Bryce’s lap, concentrating on the features of his face.

“You’re so pretty.” You grinned at him.

"Yeah?"

“Yup…” you smushed his cheeks with your hands, “real pretty…”

"You're fucking hot."

“How hot?”

His hand reached round your neck and pulled you down for a sloppy kiss. His other hand took one of yours and pressed it to the bulge in his trousers. “That hot…” he muttered as he pulled away.

You whimpered. "Yes," you ran your hand along the outline of his shaft.

“Fuck…” he groaned, lifting his hips and pushing himself against your palm. “That’s good, Bunny…”

"You're so big." You nipped at his jaw.

“You still take it. So fahkin well.” He grunted as your fingers started to undo the buttons of his jeans

"I know. It's so good, makes me so fucking wet," you get into his ear.

“You wet now?”

"You wanna see?" You sucked his earlobe into your mouth while you stuffed your hand into his pants.

“Yeah…yeah, kneel up baby…”

You rose onto your knees, your thighs either side of his, hand still in his pants. His own slipped into the waistband of your leggings and then moved to shove your panties to the side.

“Oh, Y/N…” he crooned, “you’re soaked.”

You rolled your hips forward, his fingers delightfully brushing against your folds and clit, until a little noise came from behind you.

And suddenly, through your drug addled lust you remembered the pair of you were not alone…

“Bryce…” you whispered, swallowing back a groan, “Drysdale…”

Your head rolled back as he swiped over your lips, a little circle tease to your swollen clit. You moaned and rolled your hips forward and back then started circling them, moving as if you were grinding on his lap.

"Shhhh, I don't care." His free hand pulled your neck so he could kiss you again. As he did so, his middle finger found your hole.

“Fuck…” you hissed, your eyes fluttering shut. You really didn’t want to do this with an audience…

Or did you?

“C’mon, Bunny, let’s give him a show…”

Your reply was to lift your shirt over your head and drop it to Bryce's feet.

“Bet you wish you had my view, huh Drysdale.”

Ransom had stopped his odd prance and necked his vodka. He looked at you both and swallowed hard. "Fuck, Langley, you gonna do that here?"

“You bet I am…”

Ransom sat in the leather sofa chair across the coffee table from you both.

Bryce’s eyes moved back to yours, watching with a heated gaze as you bit your lip. Your hips kept in time with the thrusts of his finger and with a press of his thumb, his ring finger joined his middle.

“Fuck,” your voice was a whisper, your entire body alight with tingles. Not just from his stimulation but the knowledge you were both being watched.

It was depraved, perverted…but hot as hell. Plus,the added acid high made it euphoric. A large hand reached round your back and snapped the clasp of your bra.

"Oh," you gasped as the air hit your skin and Bryce's full lips pulled your hardened nipple into his mouth.

“Jesus…” a raspy voice sounded from behind you.

You bit your lip and moaned. Bryce's fingers sped up, turning and hooking inside you.

“Look at her, Drysdale…” your man’s voice was lustful, Proud, boastful even.

"Oh I am," he moaned, palming himself through his slacks.

"Get theses leggings off; let's give him a real show, huh?" Bryce stared up at you. You paused, looking down into his blue eyes and he gave you a nod.“Ignore him, eyes on me.”

His fingers slid from your insides and out your leggings. You stood, your backside to Drysdale. With a rapid breath, you kept your eyes focused on Bryce. He was rubbing himself, watching you. You licked your lips and hooked your thumbs into the waist of your leggings and panties pushing them down over your ass and thighs, past your knees, stepping out of them at your ankles.

“Thassit, Bunny….” He cooed at you, his head titling to one side, “such a good girl…c’mere…”

You kneeled again, knees on either side of his legs, back in the spot you'd vacated.

His hands gripped at your hips, pulling you back over his cock, all the time his eyes locked on yours. They remained there too, as he slowly pulled you down and with a tilt of his hips upwards, was buried inside your heat.

"Oh fuck," you hissed.

“Jesus Christ…” Ransom groaned from behind you as a loud moan escaped your throat.

“She sounds great, huh?” Bryce grunted, his feet planted on the floor. “Just wait until I really make her sing.”

You ground down and he tilted up, a slow piston into you. Since his hands were occupied with your hips, you ran yours over your breasts and tweaked your nipples.

Bryce's eyes dropped to watch you, licking his lips. He was salivating looking at you, his mouth watering for another taste at your tits. He took it and flicked your nipple with a tongue before he mouthed between the valley of your breasts. His hands skated up your sides and his arms wrapped around your back, pushing you further into him and bracing you as he suckled and nipped at your mounded flesh.

You moaned writhed on his lap, your lips parted in pleasure as it lanced through you over and over.Hot tongue against your salty skin made you shiver. "Shit, Bryce."

“Good, baby? Tell Drysdale how good my cock makes you feel…”

You whimpered. "It's fucking good."

“Louder baby, he can’t hear you over the sound of him jerking himself off…”

"Oh fuck," you gasped, "it’s so fucking good."

Bryce chuckles before he grunted, his teeth grazing back at your nipple. “Bet you want a taste, huh, Ransom?”

"Yes," he ground out.

“Tough shit, she’s mine. No matter what you might…want, fahk honey…” he hissed as you gripped his hair. “He wants you baby, I’ve seen the way he looks at you…”

"Can't."

“Damned right he can’t…”

There was a fire burning in your belly. You were searing from deep within, flames of orgasm tickling their way to the outside. You gave a yank on Bryce's locks between your fingers as you began a deeper, heavier grind. The friction on your clit, with him stuffing you to the max was ebbing you near cumming.

“This cunt, these tits…all mine, right Bunny?”

"Forever," you groaned.

“Fuck…” his teeth grit together as he pulled your face down for a filthy kiss.

You started to use your thighs in his lap, that grind going to a full ride and Bryce backed away just to watch you. You could hear the heavy panting of your voyeur behind you, the grunts and soft moans Drysdale put out. 

Bryce glanced at him, "oh you've got him going now. Two fisting, cock and balls, Bunny."

The idea of that aroused you, the fact you had such a power over the two men here turned you on far more than you thought it would.

“I wanna see him…” you sighed leaning forward to brush your mouth against your man’s.

"Jesus, fuck, okay."

In a flash, Bryce moved so you were led down, your back to the couch. You tilted your head to the right and had a perfect view of Ransom.

He was flushed, his sweater hiked up to his chest. He slouched in that chair and had his legs wide and planted into the expensive throw carpet. His left hand was rolling those big dick energy balls in his palm while he fully fisted his cock with his right. 

Your eyes connected and he sent a smirk your way,but all you could do was stare back with your own smug smile across your lips. He could look all he desired, you had what you wanted between your legs. Yet you were happy to play ball for the night.

“That’s enough….” Bryce gripped your chin and twisted your head back so you were looking at him.

"Yes, sir."

“Good girl…” he leaned down and kissed you hard.

Your hands gripped his face as he sped up fucking you like he was.

“You ready to come, baby?”

"Yeah, fuck yes."

“You gonna cum round my dick, yeah? Show Drysdale what a woman really looks like when she cums?”

"Fuckfuckfuck…."

"You're gonna sing for me, aren't you Bunny? Sing like a canary, baby. Cum on my cock for me."

“Oh, God…Bryce, Bryce…” his name was a chant, a chant which you yelled loudly, drowning out the lurid sounds of both Bryce fucking into you, Drysdale’s frantic hand jerking up and down his shaft.

"Thassit, baby." He groaned, "look at you, makin' a mess. Sweet girl, cumming hard for me."

Your hands gripped at his shoulders as you felt your body begin to shake. Then, the heat in your belly and between your legs exploded. You came with a loud yell, a scream almost, of pure delight as everything went black for a moment, the blood pounding in your ear.

Coming to, things were fuzzy, colors swirling and sounds murmured. But, Jesus Christ, did you feel fucking good. Bryce's eyes came into focus first and you whimpered a bit. 

"Baby...baby...baby, you fucking soaked me," he grunted proudly, his hips not ceasing.

You managed a smile, it was about all you could do thanks to your drug and orgasm addled brain

"It's close, Bunny," Bryce pushed his forehead into yours. "Fill you up, huh?"

You managed a nod, your head feeling heavy.

Bryce kept pace, watching you as he found his spot that made you squeeze him. Your eyes heavily blinked at his and you whispered, "Cum in my pussy, take my mouth or ass later."

“Oh, Jesus, baby…”

One, two, three more and his thrusts were sloppy as fuck as he looked like a dog fucking his bitch. He growled as he came with a force, his legs nearly giving way.

Your chest was still heaving, and so was his as he pressed his face into the crook of your neck. “Oh, sweetheart…” his voice as soft, lips dragging across your skin. “Fuck that was good…”

"Yeah," you breathed out. It was all you could do. Your head titled to allow Bryce to settle in and you caught a look at Drysdale.

His eyes were focused on the ceiling, his cum sliding down his hand and wrist and you scoffed.

“Ranny made a mess…” you giggled. 

Bryce bit into your shoulder with a chuckle. "We're gonna make a mess later, just you wait," he whispered in your ear. "I'm not done with you yet, princess."

Steve stepped out of the elevator onto the training floor of Avengers Tower, wiping his brow. He’d just been for a run and was now ready to hit the shower and kill a few hours before dinner. He intended to drop in on Tony and Banner, see if they’d made any more headway with whatever it was they were doing with the sceptre.

But first, he wanted to find Katie. She’s been a little quiet that morning. And whilst she insisted she was okay after the whole ‘Dani-with-an-I-’thing, he knew his girl was absolutely one for holding grudges.

Before he had left for his daily jog (or sprint as the case may be for people without super strength and speed), he’d checked the training rota and knew she had a sparring session with Widow. So he passed the Drill Simulation Suite and headed to the main gymnasium room at the back where he knew the girls held their sessions. As he turned the corner at the bottom of the corridor, he narrowly avoided colliding with Natasha.

“Oh, sorry, Nat…”

“Not as sorry as you’re gonna be if you go in there.” She jerked her head towards the doors and snorted. 

“What do you mean?”

“Katie is in there…kicking the shit out of a punch bag.”

Steve groaned inwardly, “I though you guys were sparring.”

"Yeah, we were until she clocked me twice, a rarity." Natasha jutted her chin upward.

Steve arched a brow. “She did?”

"Yeah, so I'm gonna hit the showers. Good luck, pal."

With a deep breath, Steve continued towards the door of the gym. It was no secret, his fiancée scared the shit out of him at times. And he also wasn’t sure he wanted to deal with another display of petulance like yesterday, especially seeing as he was under the assumption they’d talked it through, and fucked it through, in the car lot.

The sliding door was opened by JARVIS and the Captain stepped in. Sure as told, Katie was masticating the hung canvas bag. Her hands were wrapped to protect the knuckles but it didn't seem to be doing much good, for Steve's keen sight picked up the tinge of blood peeking through the white gauze. She was covered in a glistening sheen of sweat and pieces of her hair were drooping wetly in her face. Her black leggings clung to her legs while her sports bra kept her shapely breasts secure.

"Doll..." he said with a soft but loud tone to be heard.

She gave no response, no indication she knew of his presence.

"Katie..." Steve tried again as he stepped closer.

This time she'd heard him, but her only reply was a heavy round house kick to the bag, sending it swinging towards Steve's face.

It was a futile shot at him, his cat like reflexes easily saved him as he caught it, holding it in his strong arms.

“Sweetheart, your hands are bleeeding.”

She looked down at the pinkish stained wrap and shrugged, huffing the hair from her face.

“Hey…” Steve frowned, still holding the punch bag, “what’s wrong?”

"Don't know." She grunted. "Just....rage. Frustration, irritation? What do you want, Steve?"

“I came to find you, I knew you had a session with Natasha. Although she seems to have bailed early as you got the better of her. Twice by all accounts.”

Katie stalked to the bench where her towel and water were and grabbed the bottle. She took a big chug and flopped down.

“She faltered, I saw an opening."

“Clearly.”

A huge sigh escaped her chest. "I'm sorry. I guess I'm, I don't know..."

Steve sighed and let go of the punch bag. “Doll, you’ve been quiet since last night. What’s eating ya?”

"Dani with an I, I suppose."

Steve groaned, “really?” He walked towards her and took a seat to her left on the bench. “I thought we went through this on the drive home.”

"I know we did. I know." She sighed. "And worked it out in the garage." She groaned. "I just, I had this awful dream and I needed to just wreck it out. I don't know."

“Wanna tell me about it?” Steve asked softly, not a shred of annoyance in his tone. He knew only too well how vivid and real dreams could seem and feel, way after the night had gone and the sun was out. The woman to his right was the person to whom he credited with the fact most of his night terrors and flashbacks had stopped.

"Long and the short, you were in our bed, with her, and it was.... You were...."

Steve looked at Katie, shaking his head. “You know, if it hadn’t upset you so much I’d laugh and call you ridiculous.” He nudged her gently with his elbow. “Sweetheart, look at me.”

She swallowed and brought her eyes to his. "It's stupid, I feel ridiculous, but it felt so real.”

“I get it, you know I do.” He looked at her, “you’ve seen me wake up in cold sweats from my dreams. And I you. But you know, I’d never do that to you. Ever. I love you.”

Katie nodded. "I know."

"JARVIS, lock down the gym. Systems offline," Steve asked of the AI, ensuring no one would disturb them as he knew she hated anyone seeing her vulnerability in such a way. "Let me see your hands, sweetheart."

The AI replied with his obliging confirmation as Katie twisted on the bench and held her arms out.

With slow and delicate movements, Steve held her right hand in his as he unwrapped the gauze. Over her knuckles and between her fingers he went, exposing the bruising and cuts she'd inflicted with each punch to the canvas and leather sand filled bag. When the right was through, and his lips pressed into her closed fist, he moved to the left and repeated the actions. Then in both his large hands, he held hers, attention brought to her engagement finger where he gave a tender, long held kiss.

"Better?" He wondered.

“They don’t hurt,” Katie wrinkled her nose, “not yet anyway. Although they’re not really gonna look pretty tomorrow at the party.”

She moved to stretch them both out, and Steve watched, this time his eyes lingered on the slightly bent pinkie finger of her left hand. Katie was still unable to fully straighten the misshapen digit; it was unlikely she ever would and that it would simply remain as of the few physical reminders of what she’d been through little over six months ago at the hands of Hydra. Mind you, it was a miracle (in the shape of a damned good orthopaedic surgeon) that a misshapen finger was the only lasting sign that her left hand had been all but shattered to pieces when they’d brought her home.

"Doll...." Steve cupped Katie's face. "What can I do?"

She blinked back her tears as she shook her head. “I don’t know.” She licked her lips, “I know everyone was on about movies and pizza tonight but…do you mind if we don’t? I’m feeling anti-social.”

"Of course, we don't have to do anything you don't want to. We don't even have to go tomorrow if you're not feeling up for it. Even if it's last minute."

“No, tomorrow’s… I wanna go. I got a new dress especially.”

"Alright." Steve nodded with a soft smile. "Tell you what, why don't we go back to ours, clean up and fuck off the rest of the day? I’ll make us a grilled cheese…”

“Language…” she muttered softly, her lips curling up into a little side smirk.

Steve snorted with a playful glint in his eyes. "Shhhh." He leaned forward and kissed her.Katie melted into him, her hands resting gently on his thighs as his cupped her face once more.

Steve was measured in the way he moved his lips over hers, cautiously looking to kiss her a little deeper to show her that he understood he was giving her what she needed. She took what he was offering, almost greedily, like she was seeking comfort from whatever it was that had gotten her so upset. And Steve has a suspicion that it was more than a stupid dream about him bedding some random woman they’d only met the day before. But he also understood that she might not completely understand herself why she was so wound up.

His hands slipped from her face to down her neck and curled over her ribs the further they went. Her bare skin felt hot. He felt her shiver at his touch, her hands now in his hair, her nails raking over his scalp.

Steve groaned at the tick of pain. It felt good. Strong hands now gripped at her waist and tugged her a bit closer toward him as they both were straddling the bench. 

It was almost automatic, the way he leaned forward to gently lay her down on the wooden surface. For a second or so, it all seemed to be going the way it usually did for them in a moment like this, and then Steve felt Katie go rigid, and her hands pushed at his chest.

Steve backed off, sitting right back up, pulling her with him. "I'm sorry."

“It’s not…it’s not you.” She shook her head, “its not, you know it isn’t. It’s the…the bench, it’s cold and hard and…the lights in here…looking at them…”

Steve immediately understood. She was suffering from a sudden sensory recall, a flashback even, and it wasn’t the first time either.

“C'mere," he pulled her close. It was hard for him, not frustratingly, but to not know where, when, how even the simplest action might trigger her. It damn well broke his heart every time. Bruce had warned him it was likely to continue for a long time, possibly the rest of her life.  Just like certain things still triggered memories of the war and being drowned in the icy ocean for him. 

This time, it was clearly the feel of the bench against her back, the lights in her eyes that had sent her back to that cell she’d been kept and brutalised in. 

He cradled her head against him, his arms wrapped around her, one cupping the back of her head at the base of her neck. The other, slung over her mid back to press her into him. "I'm sorry, doll."

“Stop apologising, this isn’t your fault.”

"I know," he sighed. "You're safe. It's just me."

It took a few deep breaths, but eventually he felt her relax in his hold, her cheek pressing to his chest.

"Thassit, sweetheart," he breathed deep with her. He pulled back a second and looked down at his girl. "C'mon, let's go back to the loft."

She nodded and wiped her eyes. “I don’t wanna feel like this, Steve. I hate it…and I don’t understand it.”

“Katie, there’s nothing to understand.” He shook his head, “you…what happened to you was…it was unbelievably traumatic and…”

“I know, I get that bit and I can understand the flashbacks and dreams but I don’t get this…” she waved her hand around. “Why does my back hitting a hard surface make me clam up? I’m with you. It’s not like we ain’t had sex since…well, since I recovered. We’ve had quite a lot, as it happens. You even got a little bit forceful in the elevator the other day after the mission and I liked it, Steve…so why…why…”

"No one really knows why this stuff happens. It just does. Something does or doesn't connect right, and processing it goes to shit."

Katie remained silent for a moment, looking at her hands. “Well, I’m pissed off at it all. If we can bone in the seat of a car in the parking lot, we should be able to here.”

Despite himself, Steve felt a smirk curl on his face at her downright, petulant tone and he chuckled. “Oh, sweetheart. I don’t think it’s as simple as that.”

"Well, it fucking should be. I need you, Steve, and I'm either wound up or entirely spent and not in a way you make me. I raged this morning after that senseless dream and when I woke up you were already gone from the God damn day. And I was even more pissed because my fucked up brain at first thought you'd left!"

“Woah, woah…” Steve held his hands up, “I’m not gonna leave you, ever. You know this. And despite what you think or want, or wish…life isn’t that simple. You really think I still wanna have flashbacks about crashing into that damned ice berg? I don’t, but I do.” He reached for her hands, “can you remember that first birthday I spent with you, on the boat that Tony had hired.

"Yeah."

“And how I was in a blind panic when those fireworks went off, and you…you just pressed your hands over my ears and made me focus on you?”

Her eyes misted, "yeah."

“Well, I knew they were fireworks. I knew I was on that boat, with you. I knew I was safe, but that didn’t stop my mind from telling me I wasn’t.”

Katie swallowed hard. She sniffed and took a long blink.

“But just like you were for me,” he reached out for her left hand, slipping his fingers between hers, “I’m here for you, and it don’t matter how many times this happens or doesn’t…I love you. And I ain’t going anywhere.”

A big tear slid down her cheek but Steve was quick to pull her in and kiss it away. "I love you, Katie," he spoke against her cheek.

“I love you too,” she managed between hitched breaths, “I love you so much.”

Steve smiled, his hand smoothing her hair back. “You ready to go back up to the apartment?”

"No."

“Alright…” he frowned a little.

Timidly, Katie closed the gap between them, a soft kiss to his lips.

Steve let her take the lead, allowing her to set the pace, tell him what she wanted and needed. In a beat, she was in his lap, straddling him as he straddled the bench. He didn’t protest, try and warn her not to push herself. If this was how she wanted to deal with things then he was dammed if he was gonna stop her.

 She was soft, not shy, but just careful. As if she was seeing how far she could take herself.She pulled back a little, her forehead pressed to Steve’s as she brushed her nose against his. Without a word, she took his hands which had been lightly gripping the edge of the bench, and placed them on her hips.

"You sure, sweetheart?"

Katie nodded, “I need you. I want you.”

"Yes, ma'am," he snorted and pressed into her lips.

Soft, gentle flicks of her tongue against his made him sigh against her as his large hands wrapped round her back and held her to him. Gently her hips rolled against his lap and Steve's hands moved to pull at her thighs. He opened her up a little, pulling her even closer as his lips trailed warm, soft kisses across he jaw to the hinge of her jaw.

“Sweetheart, tell me what you want.”

“Love on me, Soldier…please…”

Words weren't needed, Steve merely gave a soft smile and kissed her. His hands snaked up her thighs to her naked waist and stuffed his fingers under the band of her sports bra. With a tug, he effortlessly stripped her of it and it hit the polished floor.

A smile curved over her mouth against his lips and he couldn’t help but mimic her expression as her hands reached for his compression top. He helped, pulling the item over his head by a fistful at the back of his neck. Those heavy, large hands came back to her frame, just at her ribs. Two thumbs dragged over her nipples, up and down.

Her head tipped back, a soft sigh escaping her plump lips, her hands back in his hair.

"How much do we like these pants?" Steve wondered.

“Well, I mean they’re not my best pair of gym leggings…”

"Good." He chuckled and quickly ripped them open at her hips.

“So…how do I get back to our apartment now you’ve literally ripped my pants off. Again?”

"Towel?" He smirked with a pop of his naked shoulder.

Katie couldn't reply, for Steve pulled her perfectly into his lap, seated over his growing bulge. His hands sat at her hip and her jaw, fingers entwined in her hair as he met her with a deep but soft, tongue filled kiss.

Her nimble fingers plucked at the string of those navy joggers, undoing the knot at the waist.Steve gave a grunt as she brushed his skin, still kissing her, hands where they were. Her palm was soft and warm as it wrapped around his hardening cock and he couldn’t help the moan the slipped from his mouth into hers.

Lips broke away from hers and landed on her jaw downward towards her neck as the hand from her hip coaxed its way towards her panties. Steve's hand dipped inside the material against her skin, past her mound. The tip of his middle finger brushed her clit and Katie shuddered. When his finger slipped between her dampening folds she sighed in a whimper combination.

Steve began to slowly curl his fingers as Katie started to move her wrist, both of them using an almost identical, slow rhythm.

"Fuck, doll," Steve hissed.

“Need you, Stevie…please…”

"I got you baby," Steve whispered in her ear.

“I know…” she pulled back a little to look at him, “you always do.”

"Come closer, sweetheart," he crooned.

Katie shuffled on his lap, a soft sigh flowing from her nose as his fingers were still inside her. Her legs were draped over his as she sat facing him, thighs either side of his slim waist.

"Thassit, doll," Steve responded. He fingers were palm deep inside her.

Their faces were inches apart, but Steve kept his eyes locked on his fiancée’s as her hips softly rolled into his touch. His own pelvis thrust into her palm as she tightened it around his cock.

Breaths mingled as Steve was bringing her close to orgasm, with just the touch of his fingers. He knew how to work her, get her to really feel good and sing for him.

Her little noises of pleasure were quiet, but still as arousing to the soldier as always. The way her eyes were wide and slightly glazed, blinks heavy was a sure sign she was teetering on that precipice.

"So good," Steve praised, his voice nothing but a soft baritone.

"Stevie..." Katie whimpered.

"Cum, beautiful," he crooned.

A few more rolls of her hips and Katie was shaking in his lap, her eyes wide, pupils blown as he felt her walls squeezing her fingers.

"Oh good girl, doll...."

She whimpered a little at his praise before her body sagged forward, head on his shoulder.

“Stevie…” she whispered, her lips brushing his ear.

“Yeah?” 

“Thank you.”

“What for?”

“For loving me like you do.”

“Oh,Doll. I’ll love you till my last breath.” He kissed her cheek and then he moved a little so he could see her.

Her eyes were misty, her face flushed. He felt the lump form in his throat. She was so beautiful, so loving, tender. And she was all his.

Her hand still held him, but he didn't care. It wasn't about him, his desires. It was about his love, taking care of her. Helping her through.

The hand that filled her gently came away, slowing pulling out and covered her hand over his cock. He moved her hand and a look of confusion came over Katie's face.

"Not right now," he rasped. "Let's go home, take a bath and a nap."

“And snack.” She managed, “I’m kinda hungry. You mentioned a grilled cheese?”

“I did, yes.” Steve chuckled as he placed both his hands on her hips and helped her stand. With a sudden smirk, she reached down and pulled his tee on over her head and Steve arched a brow as she then picked up the shredded remains of her Lycra leggings. 

“You ripped em,” she shrugged.

Steve snorted as he too stood, pulling at the front of his pants a little before he grabbed Katie’s towel and water bottle. He then held out his hand for her to take.

“C’mon, Doll.”

With a smile she took it and let him lead her from the gym.

The dry ice was fogging, the spider webbing was strung, and the buffet was set with finger foods and rum punch. The gravestones were back lit in the yard and there may have been a dead body or two floating in your pool. Festive lighting flickered around the house including the bathrooms that were haunted with ghosts.

You were adjusting the corset you wore so tight in your boudoir mirror while Jake was just getting out of the shower. He'd spent the afternoon decorating your house after a morning on base with the team working on training and a weapons course.

Your mind was in turmoil. Whilst you were looking forward to the party, the first one you and Jake were throwing since you’d moved into his ridiculously large New Hampshire home a few months ago, there was one thing you were certainly not looking forward to. 

And that was him meeting your father.

You thought that maybe a party setting would make the whole situation more comfortable. You were definitely wrong. Very, very wrong. The anxiety was far too high. Now, not only were you subjecting Jake to said meeting, but you were setting yourself up for a potential scene caused in front of your friends and the Losers.

You weren’t close to your father; he had left your mom when you were a very young child and since then your relationship had been rocky for many reasons. You didn’t hold his political views, you didn’t appreciate his opinions and you certainly didn’t like his loud, obnoxious long-term girlfriend. All in all, you did as much as possible to see as little as you could of him and that side of your family.

A soft kiss to your bare shoulder brought you from your thoughts.

"Get outta your head," Jake spoke softly in your ear. His arms wrapped around from behind comfortingly. Again, he kissed your shoulder, moving to your spine. "It's going to be fine."

“You don’t know him, Jakey…”

“No, you’re right. I don’t.” He nuzzled at the spot behind your ear. “But he can’t be that bad, surely?”

“Trust me, he can.” You scoffed. “He’s nothing like my mom…he’s…well, he’s a dammed Trump fan for a start!”

“Everyone’s got an idiot in their family. Although I can’t think of who mine is…wait…” he froze, “does that mean it’s me?”

You couldn't help the giggle that bounced your chest. Then you sighed, "alright," you met his spectacle-less eyes in the mirror, "you better get ready. Sexy Alice needs her Mad Hatter."

He grinned, goofily at you in. “You don’t wanna make like white rabbits and be late?”

"I mean..." You shrugged, "always."

He was about to reply when you both heard your front door open and a familiar, loud voice boomed through the hallway of your home. 

“Yo, Jensen! Thought this was supposed to be a party!”

He snorted. “You’re early, Clay!”

"I want my key back!" You added with a shout.

Clay’s signature chuckle echoed as you heard his footsteps making their way to the kitchen.

“I’ll go say hi. You hurry up.” You turned to face Jake, giving him a quick kiss.

"Yes, ma'am," he saluted you.

You giggled and just left the room. You stepped down the stairs, across the hall and into the kitchen, seeing a very robust and tall Frankenstein with his Bride already fishing around for snacks and cold drinks.

“Hi!” You greeted Clay and Aisha, hugging them both in turn. “I’m so glad you could make it.”

"Glad to be here, doll," Clay smirked. "Where's Jensen?"

“Getting ready.” You smiled, “he won’t be long.”

"You guys did a great job," Aisha smiled, looking around at the decor and set up.

"Jake did most of it before when he got home. Work keeps me busy and gone. He needs something to fill is down time." You snorted.

Then, again, the sound of the front door opened, and you peeked over the wall to see Pooch and his wife stepping in.

"Have no fear, the party is here!" He announced joyfully.

You grinned and stepped over to say hi, and just as you’d finished complimenting Jolene on her perfect Zombie look, Jake had appeared.

"Holy shit, crazy is as crazy does," Pooch snorted. "My friend, I expect no less."

“Pooch, Mrs. Pooch.” Jensen grinned, tipping his hat. “I like your dress.”

"Why thank you," Jolene winked.

Right on the heels of Pooch's arrival, Cougar waltzed in as, as expected, Zorro. Loud laughs and giggles rang out as he grinned, swiping through the air with his fake sword.

Bit by bit, the house began to fill with friends and neighbors, the few relatives invited while the food was consumed and replenished. The bar overflowing with drink and merriment, the ghoulish rum punch near gone and its third fill to be had.

A few hours in, and you were starting to think that your father might not show up. After all, it wouldn’t be the first time he has bailed when he’d made plans to show up.

And then you heard it, the laugh that you never enjoyed, the deep tone that sometimes wounded you without reason. He had arrived and in tow, his girlfriend. Both not in costume but dressed in matching his and hers tees that read 'this is my costume' in the front of hideous orange cotton.

You weren't shocked. Not really. Mind, you'd half expected them to arrive looking like Trump and Melania, so this you could handle. 

Still, a reflex action had you slipping your hand into Jake’s as he stood beside you, talking to one of your neighbours. His eyes shifted and he took notice to why you were gripping his hand with an iron fist. He squeezed your hand back and sighed. He then politely excuses the two of you to mingle until you were ready for the inevitable.

“Let’s just get it over with…”

"Charm offensive loading," Jake grinned and kissed the temple of your head sweetly. You turned to look at him and his lopsided smirk softened. “Look, baby, I know things ain’t great between you but…well, he’s here so…”

You simply nodded and took a deep breath as Jake led you over to your dad, who was currently eyeing Cougar with a little bit of suspicion. You inwardly groaned knowing exactly what his bigoted mind was thinking.

You cleared your throat and he turned to face you, along with his girlfriend who had a different hair colour to the last time you’d seen her.

"Dad," you said with little to zero confidence. "Thanks for coming."

Your father snorted, "seems a good time as any to check in on you."

"Hi, I'm Jake," he jumped right in with an extended hand. "I've heard so much about you." He smirked in a way that only those close to him was meant only as pure sarcasm.

“Wish I could say the same,” your dad shook his hand, “mind you, I ain’t heard much about anything recently. When was the last time we talked, Y/N, other than the monthly check in text?”

"Uh..." You struggled for an answer, "not that long, I don't think."

“Sixteen weeks, not that I’m counting.” You dad dropped Jake’s hand. “So, where’s your mom?”

“She’s on holiday with a girlfriend.”

“A girlfriend.” Your dad sniggered. “She turned into a dirty dyke now?”

You inhaled deeply, "would it matter if she had? You don't want her. But, no, a friend from work."

“Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve…”  your dad scoffed.

“Well, in this case it would be Eve and Eve but…whatever.” Jake raised his brow as you stood there the nerve in your jaw ticking.

Your dad, however, simply laughed, as did the woman besides him and then he looked at Jake.

“So, from what little Y/N actually did bother to tell me about you, Jake, I hear you’re in the army…how the hell can you afford a place like this?”

“Dad!”

“It’s okay, I’m actually Special Forces," Jake gloated, declining to comment on the last part of your dads nosey assed probing.

"Hmmm, don't look too much like Special Forces," he judged, "are you the drone guy, seen no action?"

“I’ve seen my fair share.” Jake replied, his tone still casual, “took a bullet last time. According to the government I died too but…here I am.”

Your father frowned and harumphed. His girlfriend with the jet-black hair pushed through, "so, Special Forces, have you gotten to meet the President and First Lady? I know a handful of vets who have. He's such an amazing man, what he's doing for us here on our soil."

You inwardly groaned and thought, 'well there goes the neighborhood.'

“No, I’ve not met him. Or her.” Jake shook his head, “I have met President Obama though. He was cool. His wife was cooler, she gave me a cookie.”

"Cookies.. And you fixed their daughters' computers." You added.

Your father hummed, "so you're a tech guy?"

“Yes sir.” Jake nodded. “Master hacker and master of disguise.”

You smirked.

“Oh, and intelligence.” Jake added, looking at you. “Can’t forget the intelligence.”

"Interesting." Your dad nodded.

There was then a painful silence and thankfully, again, Jake rescued you.

"Well, welcome to our home," he emphasized the 'our', "the bar is in the kitchen and the snacks are along the counter and buffet. Help yourselves."

Your dad nodded, and then spotted another relative to speak to and you exhaled loudly as he walked off.

“That wasn’t so bad.” Jake said as you both watched him beeline for one of your cousins that you were still in touch with.

"He's only getting started." You groaned. "I need a drink."

“Hey, look…if he starts then I’ll just get rid of him. I mean I am a lethal trained killing machine,” Jake made karate moves work his hands and you snorted.

“Dork.”

"C'mon, I'll make you a Jensen Special." He took your hand and heads towards the bar in the kitchen.

Pooch and Clay were getting refills when Pooch glanced over at the two of you.

"What can I get a pretty lady?" He offered.

"She's getting a Jensen Special," Jake smirked.

Clay groaned, "Jensen, there's people here, leave it for bed."

Pooch laughed as he spoke, "Jensen Special? C'mon, Pooch has had the JS and the JS is nasty."

“Okay, imma bite. What is it?” Jolene asked.

"Remember as kids, we used to fill up the Slurpees with every flavor on the machine, it's like that." Pooch cringed, "a suicide."

“Yeah, it ain’t great…but it’ll do the job.” You giggled.

Jake grinned as if he'd earned a victory.

He made you one of his concoctions, which tasted kinda fruity in a strange way and then you set about mingling with the rest of your guests.

Another hour or so had past, and things seemed to be going well. 

Until you heard your dad’s loud voice, as he said something that made you physically cringe.

"I bet you're here on DACA. Enlisted to serve so you could stay."

You froze and turned slowly on the spot to see him talking to Cougar.

“Oh no…no, no, no…” you muttered to yourself.

Jake followed your line of sight and twitched his jaw.

Cougar was simply staring at your father, his expression blank.

"Oh, it’s the death look," Aisha stated.

"Pooch, Jensen, on me," Clay spoke calmly and quietly.

Now, you were worried. Body language said they were just going to listen, close enough behind them to pull Cougar back from your father if need be.

Your father, meanwhile, was completely oblivious. As Cougar stood there, not even responding verbally, he laughed.

“Don’t speak much English, huh?”

Again, no answer. Cougar was good at this game. The silent treatment, the brash berating of anti-immigrant bigots. He wasn't a stoic, expert marksman for no reason. His ability to be calm and statuesque made him perfect.

“Mind you,” your dad grinned, “least you’ll be the right side of the wall when it gets built, huh?”

"What side would that be?" Pooch popped in.

“This side, of course.”

"Do you think that's a fair approach? I mean, there are people in dire need of intervention and this country could help them." Pooch continued. "Wasn't this country founded on immigrants? People chasing freedom from their supposed oppression from the hierarchy."

“I’m all for immigration provided they contribute to society, but we should look after our own first.” Your dad simply shook his head, “I’m sorry if that offends the likes of you…”

“The likes of me?” Pooch raised his brow.

“Dad!”

“Yeah, you know…with your…ancestry.” Your dad ignored you and waved his hand flippantly.  You felt your cheeks heat in embarrassment.

“Oh. Right. You mean because I’m black…so, I obviously originate on the African planes, yeah?”

At that, you saw Aisha glance at Jake and smirk as he gave her a goofy grin. What that was about, you have no idea, but you had no time to ask as Pooch continued with a laugh.

“Hate to break it to ya, man, but I’m from Massachusetts!”

"Okay, let's just move on, huh?" You tried to intervene. "This isn't the time or the place, Dad."

Your dad groaned, “you’re too woke, you know that? What happened to freedom of speech?!”

"Woke?" You snorted. "You're a little old for that vocabulary." There was a tone of courage in your words, but the scene was growing heavier. Your eyes darted between your dad, his girlfriend and the Losers. It wasn't going well, and you weren't able to read the room anymore. Your anxiety was beginning to spike as you felt the fear of rejection growing near.

“Who you calling old?” Your dad looked at you, before he gave a scoff. “You know I love you kid but man I don’t get your ideology at times…”

“You don’t need to,” you sighed, “looks, we have this discussion all the time. I don’t…” you stopped and licked your lips, “no politics…no more, okay? And…stop talking about walls and stupid government schemes you don’t know anything about…”

"I know enough."

“Well…whatever just stop, please.”

“I think little Alice is right," Clay stepped forward, his commanding staunch apparent. "It's time to move on or take a hike."

Your dad remained quiet, before he smiled broadly, “time we were heading off anyway.”

There was nothing else said and wondering eyes began to look away, the blur of the music that was tone deaf in your own ears became clear and once the door closed, your tear-filled eyes looked at Aisha and the Losers. Your fear remained at the forefront as you swallowed. You were preparing for the worst to come.

Jake said something to you, as Clay stepped forward to gently squeeze your shoulder. But the words didn’t register.

“I need…” you managed to stutter, “just need some air…”

"Alright, baby," he said softly, taking your hand. "Let's go outside for a bit." You nodded and barely noticed Jake excusing you both.

Your breathing was hard, painful even. Tears stung your eyes as the chilly October air hit your skin.

"Hey, hey, hey...." his warm hands cupped your face, the dramatic mascara that you wore dripped onto his thumbs. "Look at me, deep breath, baby. Breathe with me."

Your hands gripped his wrists as you struggled for air

"Whoa, slow, sweetheart, with me."

You blinked through your tears and your eyes locked on his. You concentrated on slowing your breathing, focusing on Jake’s counting. Within a minute or two, you were back under control, yet still incredibly anxious as your body shook and your eyes were glued to his.

“You, okay?” He asked softly.

"I don't know." You answered in a whisper and in honesty. "I... God, they hate me now don't they. Cougar must think I'm just awful because he’s, my dad. Sperm donor, really. But...oh Jake, you all probably just think the worst." You panic and anxiety rose again as your breathing began to once again take on a staccato pattern.

 “No, no, they don’t. I don’t.”

"You don't...they haven't...the look on their faces, Jake!"

“Your dad is not you, okay?” Jake looked at you. “Trust me, Clay told me to take care of you. Not that I needed telling but….”

You sniffed, unable to control the emotions. It was so hard for you. You had worried and agonized about how tonight would go, and it had gone how you feared. 

But Jake was there, in confidence, that he wasn't bailing. Not leaving like your father had, no leaving you after your inexperience and all things first times with him. You loved him and while you never questioned his love for you, his feelings, right now, this moment, anchored them.

“Forget about him, yeah?” Jake ducked a little to smile at you. “You can’t choose your family. You can, however, choose your friends, your partner. And you chose me so…we know your taste is pretty good.”

You spluttered a laugh. "I love you...so much, Jake."

“I love you too, Y/N.” He kissed your forehead softly.

You had a need to seek comfort, to seek a rush of something to grasp hold of reality. So, you tilted your chin upward just a bit as Jake's dipped downward to level out with your eyes. Your lips connected with his and your kiss was weighted, not harsh or desperate, but needy and with pressure.

He kissed you back, his hands sliding down from your face, over your arms, coming to rest on your hips.

You took a step back, your hands curled into fists filled with the lapel of his hideously orange coat with tails and brown trimmings. There was no one around, not in clear sight at least. The two of you had taken the side slider outside, just off to the side of the house.

Jake stumbled with you a little, your back pressing into the wall as he grinned. “You want me to take you to Wonderland, babe?”

"Yes." You breathed into him.

He wasn’t wasting any time. His lips moved down your neck, nipping at your skin and the swell of your cleavage which was amplified thanks to the corset top. He groaned against your skin as his hands gathered your skirt, bunching it at his waist.

"Fuck, babe, no panties," Jake groaned, "kills me every time."

“Didn’t see the need…” You were fumbling with the waist band of his trousers, your mouth seeking his out again. You had it undone in a snap of time, your hands working quickly to pull him loose and twisting your wrist around him. Jake quite literally gasped into your mouth, and you smirked at his reaction. You twisted again.

He touched your folds, slick from the quick foreplay and pressed your clit with his thumb. You gave a groan of delight and moved your left leg, so you were on the ball of your foot. Jake grunted as you kept up with his hand job, his tongue against yours with deep swipes that his grunt vibrated the tip of your tongue. His slick fingers tickled across and down your thigh until the crook of your knee. His hand gripped the back of it and hiked it to his waist. 

Your next move brought him close to your center, your own hand moving his tip over you. You tickled your clit with him, and your body gave a little tremble. 

Jake snapped his hips and you felt with the fist of your own hand how he slipped inside.

His hands gripped your other knee, and he hoisted you up, pressing you into the wall of the building.

Your corset snagged on the stucco, but you gave zero fucks as Jensen was about to fuck you good, real good.

His hips pulled back a little before he pushed into you again.

“Fuck, Jake..."

His hips were quick to settle into a rhythm, not too fast but not slow. Gentle, but hard enough to slide your back up and down the wall.

Your hands had purchase around his neck now. Your fingers clasped together in his shorted hair. You chanted praise and filth as he kept at you.

The ridiculous wig he was wearing fell off, along with his hat, but you paid neither any attention. Instead, you moaned as his teeth nipped at your neck, collarbone before he peppered hot, wet kisses across the top of your breasts.

A loud 'ah' left your throat as your belly was burning brighter and brighter, quickly too. "Jesus Christ, Jake, don't stop."

“Can’t…don’t wanna…” he grunted, his lips back on yours.

"Fuck me...fuck."

His hips sped up, his cock bumping against that spot inside you that sent you wild.

"Right....oh, Jakey…"

 “Jesus, Y/N…you’re squeezing me babe…” he gasped, “fahk…”

"I gotta…." you heard a voice nearing, but in your haze, you couldn't pin it. "Jake, I'm gonna...."

“C’mon, baby, s’close…”

Your ankles locked tighter, your entire lower half bringing Jake closer in a seemingly impossible space and deeper. You were just right there and when his teeth sunk into the junction of your neck and shoulder, you were cumming hard and very fast. You bit your lip to hold back the scream of pleasure that filled your lungs and jammed your throat.

Jake’s hands gripped at your knees tighter as he gave a little whimper, before his hips stilled. With a groan he gave a last few sloppy and shallow thrusts before he stopped, his face buried in your neck.

"Jensen...." Clays voice was loud and nearby.

You felt him grow rigid, and the pair of you looked at one another, eyes wide in surprise and shock.

“Oh shit…” you giggled a little.

"Fuck, hang on." He rushed in a breath.

You continued to giggle as Jake slipped out of you, let go of your legs and gently set you to your feet.

“Jensen!”

He stuffed himself haphazardly into his trousers as you attempted to rearrange your corset, but the stucco scratches would tell all. "Colonel, yeah..." Jake called to at least give you a second.

“What the fuck you calling me colonel for you dumbass?” Clay rounded the corner and Jake spin round, jamming his wig and hat back on his head.

“Because that’s what you are?” Jake offered, “erm…what…do you…what do you need, want?”

"The rum is gone." Clay stated.

You snorted and couldn't help, "why is the rum always gone," with your best Jack

Sparrow impression.

“Because Cougar just sank a mega pint of it.” Clay replied with a wink. “You okay, Kiddo?”

“Yeah, erm…about my dad, I-“

“Say no more,” Clay shook his head, “my old man was a total prick too.”

You gave a sniffle of a smile, and your eyes were expressively bright.

“And to be fair, Aisha’s dad was a drug baron who Clay popped in the head…” Jenson offered, “so…he was a pretty big asshole too.”

“That is true…” Clay conceded, before his eyes scanned down Jensen, and he smirked. “So…what were you two doing out here.”

At once you and Jensen both answered.

“Oh, Y/N…you know…”

“I needed some air…”

“She needed air…” Jensen nodded, “so…here we are…just takin in the stars…”

Clay glanced up, before he looked back at Jensen, a knowing smirk on his face. “It’s cloudy.”

“That’s just what we were discussing…” you added.

“Yup, clouds on Halloween.” Jensen nodded. “Spooky stuff, huh?"

"You look gorgeous, babe." He stood behind you and set his hands on your hips, bending his neck to kiss your bare shoulder.

"You... Sir, were not supposed to walk in here yet. I wanted to surprise you." You smirked back at him, your eyes forward on the looking glass.

His blue eyes looked joyful and bright. "I'm sorry, I couldn't resist."

“Hmmm maybe I should take that key back…although, would be hard for you to move in if I did that…” you looked at him in the mirror, almost holding your breath. 

It was a big step, for both of you. And clearly would only be a stop gap for finding a bigger place but you wanted this. He was in a good place, but you knew it would be even better for him to get out of the current shared tenancy he was in a few blocks down.

"Would it be so wrong to just do it now?" He smirked. "Lease is up in a month." His knuckle ran down your exposed back, like a butterfly's flutter.

“Did you just hear what I asked?”

"Did you not catch my answer?" He grinned. "It's a yes, sweetheart." His hands squeezed your hips.

You grinned in the mirror and turned in his grip, quickly planting a kiss on him. "Well, Happy Anniversary to me, then." You sealed a second kiss with a giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck, scratching his hairline like he liked.

“Happy anniversary, baby…”

"I love you, Syd. I'm proud as hell of you." You said quietly, with deep meaning as you bumped your nose to his. "I know it hasn't been easy, especially with your roommates."

“They’re okay. Least none of them use.” He smiled. 

"Which is the most important thing," you reminded him. "Have I told you that you look really handsome all dressed up?" Your fingers traced down his neck and around the collar of his shirt.

“No but you can tell me all you want.”

"What I want and what I need are very different, right now."

“Yeah?”

"Yeah...." you smirked. "What time is dinner?"

“An hour or so…”

"Can we be late?" You popped the first button of his shirt.

“How late we talkin'?”

"As late as it takes to cum."

Syd blinked and then he smirked, “we can be that late…”

Call it a quick need, or the way he'd come in looking at you. Maybe it was the mood of the night or the way he was dressed. Whatever it was, the carnal switch had been turned on and quickly.

You leaned up and slotted your lips over his with pressure and desire. "I love you," you kept at the buttons of his shirt. "We can be quick, just hard, fast, filthy."

“I love you, too. So much baby. I Owe my life to you”

"I'm always here," you kissed him as you found the belt to his slacks.

“I know…” He kissed you, your cheeks in his hands. A step back took you to the edge of the pedestal sink. Dropping his left hand, it fell to your right thigh and Syd danced his fingers up under your dress as he slowly turned you round.

You glanced at him in the mirror, “hey..”

"Hi," his eyes met yours but his lips were on your neck.

See, Syd had a kink, and it was do you from behind kink. He loved to watch you watch him fuck you. It made him harder than imaginable and beyond what was comfortable. The first time it was hard, he'd stumbled and held on to a memory of his past. So he'd turned you around and took you nice and slow instead. But now…well…

“Baby…”

"Yeah..." You said with a sultry tone.

“Can I?”

"Yeah." You reached your arm back and around his neck.

That was all he needed. His hands and lips were all over. 

You took it upon yourself to tip forward and prop your ass just where he'd want it.

“Jesus baby…”

"You asked." You looked over your shoulder. "So, when you're ready."

His teeth nipped at your ear, “now?”

"Please."

He nudged your feet apart with his, those soft lips tracing a path down your neck. 

You hummed at the feeling of his lips on you. You hiked up your own dress and showed him your ass.

And the very thin g-string you wore under it.

“Fuck…”

You braced your hands around the edge of the sink. Your blown eyes looked up and gazed at his deep blues from the looking glass. That plump neutral shades lip was pulled between your teeth.

“I love you.”

"I love you, too," you said softly.

His eyes still on you, one arm snaked round your front. 

You whimpered just a bit, the weight of his touch enticing. You'd already undone his slacks, but you didn't miss the slight rustle as the pulled himself out.

Syd teased you with the head of his cock, moving it up and down your most intimate place.

“Please…” you whispered, eyes still on his. 

He said nothing but kept his eyes on yours as he used his free hand, that twisted around his cock a time or two, to slide into your wet hole.

"Fuck," he hissed as you groaned at the very welcome intrusion.

“Jesus, Syd…baby…”

"So good like this, baby," he muzzled at your neck as he bent over your back.

You sighed as you reached back, your hand grazing over his buzz cut. "Take what you want," you whimpered as Syd titled his hips upward to thrust into you.

“I want you…always.”

"Forever..." You rocked your hips side to side to grind against him.

“Shit…yeah….always…”

That arm that held you against him, managed to snake its way between your breasts for his hand you take your jaw. He was gentle but in a way firm.

"Watch me fuck you," he panted into your ear. His hips never ceasing their slow thrusts. "Imma take you apart." His lip ran over your lip as his eyes never left yours.

You stared at your reflection, watching as he kissed at your neck. Your belly was already fluttering at how hot the whole scenario was. His eyes flicked up at you in the mirror and you moaned. Something about watching him fuck you and hitting that spot at your neck had you. Then the movement of his hips into you, slow and calculated, it hadn't taken him long after you started sleeping together to find what made you come undone. His free hand gripped at your waist to keep you seated as he fucked you.

His hips snapped to and fro, lips at your neck. 

"Baby... Baby baby..." You rasped. "Tip...bend me over."

“Jesus…” he moaned and did as you asked, one hand on the back of your neck. 

"Oh fuck, yeah." You whimpered in delight.

He slipped in and out of you, a steady pace. 

"Syd... Fuck baby...." 

He stilled for a moment and added a dirty grind to his thrusts, his hand covering your breast

"Jesus, fuck, I'm... Oh fuck it's close...."

“Thassit baby…eyes on me.”

You stared into that mirror, deep into his eyes, never blinking.

His hips didn’t stop, each thrust deep and measured. 

"Fuck fuck fuck, right.... Oh yes!" You moaned as you came.

He was right behind. His eyes watching your face as it scrunched you with his own orgasm, nose twitching and mouth hanging lax.

"So fucking beautiful," he panted, "when you cum."

You moaned, totally dumb as your body shivered. Your legs were tired, having been fucked in your heels. But, you straightened up and looked at your man in the mirror. 

A soft smile curled over your lips as he just stared at your, bus chest heaving

“You okay?“

"Mmhmmm."

“Still wanna go out?”

"Would you be mad if I said no? Or disappointed?"

“Not at all."

"Chinese?"

“Perfect.”

He hadn't seen you walk in, hell, he never ever heard the door to the joint open or Vinny, the bartender greet anyone. But your voice, the tone and cadence made Andy jut his chin just a centimeter in your direction.

“Usual, Vinny.” You smiled, settling at a stool a few away from him.

"You got it, sweethaat." The guff and grumpy man crooned in his New England baritone. "No glass tonight?"

"Nope," you'd replied.

Andy's brows bent in a frown and he turned just a bit more to eye you from the corner of his eye. You were dressed professionally, a skirt and suit jacket. You looked like a corporate women, straightforward and if he was honest, fucking uptight. Your hair with not a strand out of place, your shirt pressed and jacket dry-cleaned. It hung over the back of the bar stool as your legs crossed in front of you. He eyed your peep toe pumps, no stockings, red toes peeking out.

You turned your head, as of sensing his gaze.

You weren't even shy about checking him out. Your eyes started at his dress shoes. Expensive, you thought. Then his wonderfully tailored suit, his jacket on, unlike yours. Striking features like the well-kept beard you would mind having between your legs or that well cut and styled hair fisted in your hands. But what spoke to you most were the color of his eyes. That striking blue that stood out in the darkened bar, the navy suit adorned to his frame. You took a good look at his hands, the way they sat on the bar top, fingers picking at that label. And, no ring. Not even a pale white circle where one could have been or used to be.

You gave him a twitch of your lips in a smile, making it at least awkward for your gawking but you truly smiled at him with your eyes.

His lips twitched in response and he inclined his head slightly towards you. He intrigued you. But Vinny passed your beer over and the moment was through. You thanked Vinny for the beer and wrapped your bottom lip around the bottom of the whole and your upper rested over it just enough to take a pull of the hippy fizzy brew.

“Rough day?” Vinny chuckled as you gave a sigh.

“Something like that. Couple of flashy assholes competing over who’s got the biggest dick. You know, the usual stuff.” You rolled your eyes.

"Sounds about right," he chuckled. "Let me know when you're ready for your next."

You nodded and then took another sip of your beer. Today had been a shit show, one you really wanted to forget. “Hey, Vinny?”

"Yeah, doll?"

“Mind if I order a pizza? I haven't eaten since breakfast, and even that was pathetic.”

"Banana and coffee on the run again?" He chuckled knowing you couldn't deny it. "You want cheese and tomatah?

You winked, “yeah…get yourself something, it’s on me…” you then turned to the man to your right, “you want some pizza? Burger? Something?”

"Me?" He seemed shocked.

"Mmhmm," you nodded.

"Uh, sure, pizza, Vinny."

“Usual, Mr B?”

"Hold the garlic tonight," he chuckled. Vinny disappeared and you took another sip of your drink. "Thanks," Andy nodded and tipped his beer to you. "Tell Vinny your next one is on me."

“The next one, huh?”

"It's a start," Andy smirked. "I usually end up with a scotch before I call it a night."

“Ahhh I thought you mean to the next pizza.” You chuckled.

"No," he chuckled. "Vinny's pizza," he held his fist to the left side of his chest, "one's good for me or the heartburn sets in."

“Yeah, but after a shitty day sometimes it’s the only thing that hits the spot.” You grinned, “I’m, Y/N, by the way.”

“Andy.” He replied.

“Nice to meet you, 'Mr B'.” You smiled back. You got up from your stool and scooted to the one next to Andy.

He looked a little taken aback but quickly recovered. 

“I could go with the usual line about whether you come here often…” his Boston accent was strong and you laughed.

“More often than I should, not usually on a Wednesday though. I tend to prop up at the end of the bar on Fridays.”

“Ahh, well that’s why I haven't seen you before.” He reached for his beer. “I’m normally back in Boston by then.”

"A commuter," you sipped your beer. "Can I ask what you do?"

“No, I’m not a commuter…I just, well I have commitments there.” He dodged your question, “not work related.”

“She giving you the fifth degree?” Vinny reappeared, “you wanna watch her, Mr B…she’s a-“

“Don’t you have glasses to collect or tables to wipe?” You turned to Vinny, cutting him off. If Mr Tall Dark And Handsome was keeping his cards to his chest, sowere you.

"Pizzas are out in about five minutes. You two need another round? Or you switching to the scotch?" Vinny eyed Andy.

"Scotch and pizza don't mix, Vin," Andy snorted. "I'll take another," he tilted his beer by the neck, "and out Y/N's next one on my tab."

“Same again.” You smiled. “When I’m ready.”

Vinny scoffed, “I'm gonna ban you one day…”

"No, you won't." You chuckled.

When the pizzas came, Andy and yourself tucked in. And two more beers later, conversation started flowing a bit better between you. You found out he lived on a reasonably new estate, five or so minutes drive from you, that he had moved from Boston roughly a year or so due to personal circumstances but you didn’t pry. If he didn’t want to divulge, that was up to him. Instead you talked about television, movies, music, food. Shit that was completely superficial but also fun to discuss. 

After five a piece, Andy was feeling good. He looked to you and asked in wonder, "you like tequila?"

"Thought you were a scotch guy, Mr B."

“I like to expand my horizons every now and again…”

You then bit your lip, “fuck it, I’m not back in the office until Monday so…why not.”

"Atta girl," he winked.

He waved Vinny over, "Vin, you still got that bottle I gave you from Mexico?"

"Sure do. Haven't opened it yet."

"We'll take two."

“Sure thing, seeing as it’s your bottle, want me to leave it?”

"Why not." Andy smirked. 

Vinny nodded and reached up top for the blue and white bottle of Reposado. It was a relic from Andy's past. A trip he'd rather forget. But, tonight, you seemed fun and why not, fuck it. He was horny as fuck, his balls were blue and he hadn't fucked his hand in weeks.

“Reposasdo…” you nodded, “nice.”

"Picked it up on a trip a few years ago."

“Mexico, I assume?” You asked and he nodded. “Haven't been in a while.”

"Mmhmmm," he finished his beer.

Vinny served up the tequila and set one each in front of his patrons. He left the bottle where it was and Andy slid the shot glass toward you.

"To Wednesdays.." You saluted.

“Wednesdays…”

It burned as you necked it, and the memories came flooding back. You, your ex, moonlight…

For Andy the smooth Jalsico born, $160 Reposado went down nice.

Less and less patrons were around, the bar quieter as the hour passed. Vinny left the two of you be and went about beginning to close up.

Vinny had gone as far as turning the chairs on the tables so he could clean the floor.

"You know, I gotta say, you're looser than I thought." Andy snorted. "I pegged you as uptight and couldn't let your hair down."

“Oh, I can let my hair down…I just have to put on a front at work, ya know. Surrounded by men all day, all of whom tend to need to do less work then me, for more money than me…I don’t act like one of them, I’ll get left behind even more.”

Andy laughed, “okay, okay, I get it…”

“Do you?”

“Well, alright, maybe not, I am a man…”

“Really, I hadn’t noticed.”

“Joking aside, the whole gender gap thing, sucks balls.” Andy shrugged.

“Unless you’re willing to, of course…” you popped a shoulder. “In which case…” you raised your hand, whistling slightly, “straight to the top.”

Andy grimaced, “oh, c’mon!”

“It’s true!” You snorted, “so everyone thinks. Even if I did get to the top, on my own merit, someone would assume it’s because I’d bounced my way around each corporate dick in my firm.”

Andy blinked, before he burst into laughter, and you grinned, before you too laughed. It wasn’t that funny, but you carried on, the pair of you giggling away.

The more you chatted, the more you drank. The two of you weren't drunk, but you certainly weren't capable of driving home. In each of your heads, you knew that tomorrow would be awful.

But, in turn, your inhibitions started to dwindle. You thought nothing of touching his arm, didn’t flinch when his hand fell to your bare knee. In fact, it sent a little heath through you.

Andy was also feeling not only the Reposado but whatever it was that was going on. And, it felt good to feel the way he was right now. Warm from liquor and semi-hard from you. You’d absolutely sparked his interest.

Even if it did turn out to be a onetime thing. So what? He was single…and so far, you’d made no indications that you weren’t.

So, after the last shot of tequila was done, he went for it.

"You wanna get outta here?" 

You didn't even hesitate."Yeah...I do." Your short nod confirmed the statement.

Andy's eye darkened, as you smirked, your eyes staring forward towards the back shelves of the bar, coyly avoiding his gaze. "Vinny, can I get the tab? Add Y/N's to it, please."

"You don't need to do that." You argued, turning to him.

"I don't need to, but I'd like to."

"But I offered you the pizza."

"Alright, drinks on me, Vinny," he snorted, "pizza on hers."

You smirked and tipped your head towards him. 

With the tab paid, the two of you walked outside. Andy tucked his hands into his slacks.

"I'm going to be fahking forward," he snorted, "my place of yours?"

You bit your lip. “Erm…”

"Yeah, I'm...fahk, I'm so sorry, that was pathetic," he scolded himself. "It's been a long, long time since I've come on to someone."

“Hey, no…I’m…I'm flattered…” you blinked, “and just trying to figure out whether mine or yours is safer to stop you murdering me with an axe.”

"I've used a crowbar once," he shrugged.

“Really?”

"No, I mean yeah, sorta, but it wasn't what it sounds like. The guy was... he was a bit odd in the neighborhood, on my street. It was more to protect myself, than threaten."

“Hey, calm down…” you chuckled. “I was joking.”

"Oh," he chortled.

“My place?”

"Alright." He nodded, clicking the lock on his Audi to double check and just in time too. The Uber he seemed to have ordered had just pulled up.

"What were you going to do if I said no?" You smirked as he opened the door for you.

"Waited for another one," he answered honesty.

“Another woman?”

“No! Another-“

“Again, I was joking!” You nudged him.

Andy chuckled and shook his head. He closed your door and came around to the other side. He slipped in beside you and shut the door as you gave the driver your address.

“So…I don’t normally do this…”

"Neither do I." He sighed. 

“But I guess…I mean, we know each other’s names so we’re not total strangers. Right ?”

"Do you want me just to take you home? It's okay if you do. My ego might be a little bruised, but I'd be fine." Andy assured you.

“No...I…oh hell…” you shook your head as you grabbed his face.

That beard in your palms was softer than you expected. Your nose was filled with the aftershave that smelled as expensive as he looked. It was a blend of sandalwood and cedar, earthy in tone and manly. He'd outwardly moaned the moment your fingers carted through those bristles and you cared more for the sound than the fact that you were mingling the tastes of pizza, beer and tequila. You mumbled your address to the driver before your lips met his. A soft, tentative kiss to test the boundaries. 

Andy waited patiently, maybe seconds before his hands were at your waist and he was hoping the driver would get there quick.

You kissed him back. It was slow at first but you gladly directed the pace. Like two teenagers on a date, you made out with the man from the bar until the driver pulled up to your place.

You went to your purse and Andy quickly placed his hand on yours. “Let me.”

You nodded. "I'll just get my keys then."

You climbed out and fished in your bag. Andy followed you to your front door. He waited patiently as your key found the lock.

Eventually, your door swung open and you stepped inside your narrow hallway. 

Andy hadn't even walked in behind you more than a couple of feet and you dropped your bag on the entry table and spun to face him on your heel. Your lips crashed against his in a fiery, forceful kiss. 

He gave a little huff of surprise as he reached backwards with his foot, kicking the door closed.

Again, your hands were in his beard as his were quickly getting to collar of your jacket. He shoved it down over your shoulders, and you shucked it down your arms and off to the side.

As you kept a backward walk down your hall, you kicked your peep toes off and Andy had to gruff as he bent a bit while you shrank a few inches.

“Sorry…” you mumbled against his lips, your hands now pushing at his jacket.

"I'sokay...." he took the hint and helped getting rid of it.

Next you reached for his tie, which was already loose, top button popped open.

"Where's your room?" Andy took a breath against your lips.

"Up the stairs, second right." 

"Show me.."

You pulled back a little, biting your lip as you stepped away. Your hand took his. You led him up the stairs, his eyes on your hips as they swayed with each step. At thelanding, you looked over your shoulder to see Andy's eyes roaming your body, his tie very crooked and two more buttons undone, a white tee revealing itself. You caught his eye, smiling a little and he returned the gesture. Stepping into the second doorway on the right, your room revealed itself.

Your four post bed, the monochromatic bedding and decor, the crisp and cut lines of the artistic photos on the wall. It made Andy's mind think and his eyes darken that you, too, were in need of a good fuck. Nothing soft about you, rigid and needy for a good railing.

You turned back to face him, watching his eyes scanned the room. "See something of interest?"

“I was just…just taking in the decor….”

"Hmmm," you unzipped that pencil skirt and it fell away, dropping to your feet. Stepping out, you kept your button down on, sliding back along the edge of your bed. Your legs hung down, toes pointed. You rested the palms of your hands at your ass on their side, leaning a bit back.

Andy was quick to discard his tie completely, before he undid the rest of his buttons.

You sat up and undid your own, eyes never leaving Andy's. The pace seemed to have slowed, but there was an air of seduction as well.

Eyes scanned over your top half as you shrugged the shirt off. The skin toned lace set you wore and now revealed made his mouth water. And in a quick beat he seemed to have thrown caution to the wind and whispered 'yeah, fuck it'. In a quick step, Andy closed the space between you as your face filled his hands and his tongue filled your mouth. 

Your back hit your mattress as he caged you in with only his legs and body bent over you. Your hands gently moved to his waist band and you tugged the bottom of his white tee. But as your fingers brushed his abs to undo his belt, a large hand wrapped around your wrist and quickly pushed your arm back to the mattress near your head.

He was most definitely the one in charge now.

You pulled back a little, blinking up at him.

"What do you like?" He rasped.

“I’m pretty okay with most things…” you kissed him again, “but I’m not completely in the mood for soft.”

A deep chuckle came in reply, "good, cause neither am I."

You flicked your brow as his lips met yours again. You were pinned down and didn't care, your tongue lashing along with Andy's. Your hips lifted against his thigh, your panties seeking friction as he still caged you in. Your right leg was trapped between his legs while your left bent to aide in your search.

His lips moved from your mouth across your jaw, that beard scratching as he nipped behind your ear.

"Fuck," you whimpered.

You felt his mouth curl into a smile against your skin. That beard burnt down your neck, soothing lips trailing behind. Over your chest and as lips bit into lace for a hardened nipple, a hand released its binding from your wrist to squeeze a tit.

It had been a while since you’d felt like this, and you let out a soft moan as your back arched. You were happy to just let yourself go, live a little.

Andy kept at your body with his lips, back up the column of your neck with a flat tongue until he found your lips again. That free had that had cuffed your wrist now danced its fingers down your belly to the waistband of your panties and slipped right in. Andy gave a little sigh as he realized you were bare, no mound to skim over in search of your clit.

“Fuck…” you whispered, your hand making it’s way to his shirt once more. You wanted to see him without.

Andy sat back a moment, his entire body coming away then. He leaned back on his heels and stripped the shirt from his body, tossing it to the floor.

You shamelessly stared.

Cut abs, bulging shoulders and narrow waist. Full pecs with an intricate bird of prey on his right and a phrase over his left collarbone. His biceps were well defined and you felt soaked just from the thin smattering of well trimmed chest hair. 

Andy's brows flicked upward and he palmed himself in his slacks.

You popped a shoulder as you sat up and reached for his belt.

He let you, his fingers tucking a hair behind your ear and then hung at his sides.

You slipped the expensive leather through the buckle, then moved to the buttons of his trousers.  Again, Andy watched as your deft fingers made quick work of the button and zip.

Your hand dipped into his boxers, your palm was warm and soft as it wrapped around his cock. He hissed at the touch. It was far more delicate and lacked the callous of his own.

Your eyes watched his face as you gave a slight twist.

"Ugh, fuck," he grunted.

You tightened your grip, watching his beautiful face as his lips twitched He groaned as his eyes opened and looked down on you.

“Do you…do you have…”

"Yeah, bedside drawer."

“Okay…good…I don’t, that’s all. It’s errr, well been a little while.”

"It's okay." You say quietly. You were focused on him and the size of his dick. You pulled him all the way out and swallowed at the sight. He leaned forward, his lips claiming yours again. His hands slipped round your back, and he opened the clasp of your bra.

Your breasts were freed and the cool air of the room quickly peopled your skin and hardened your nipples. You pumped your hand along Andy's shaft and desired a taste. You pushed yourself up and onto your knees, bending your head towards him

He watched and waited for your pout to cover his head. Much like the way you drank that beer earlier, your lips encased the tip of his cock

"Fuck," he hissed and gave an involuntary snap of his hips.

Your hands automatically went to the front of his thighs, pushing lightly. 

"Shit, I'm sorry." He wemt for the back of your head. "I..."

You answered him by gripping the base of his shaft as you took more of him back in, at a more controlled pace. Andy couldn't remember the last time he had good head like now. Ages was what came to his dulling mind. But seeing you like this, your lips around him, fuck it was a stunning sight. You seemed to know just how deep to take him, how much pressure to apply, where to lick, where to suck…

"I'll fahking nut down your throat if you keep going likethat," he stated. He throbbed against your tongue and with a tug to the hair between his fingers, you pulled off.

You wiped at the corner of your mouth with your thumb, “can’t have that…”

"Which drawer?"

“Left nightstand, top one.”

Andy slipped off the bed, stripped the rest of his clothes and walked over. He pulled open the drawer and plucked a foil packet from its place. He tossed it to the side of the bed and grabbed your ankle, turning and pulling you in his direction. He wasted not a single second more as his fingers grabbed your panties and pulled them down and off your legs.

You watched him, your chest heaving as your hand rested between your breasts. His soft hands rubbed upward toward your knees and then your inner thighs. Andy used his palms to spread your legs open. Your sex dripped for attention.

You took a deep breath, watching him with darkened eyes. He took zero hesitation as his mouth opened over your slit. His tongue tested your clit, poking at it before swirling the tip of his tongue around it.

“Shit…” your hands gripped at the duvet beneath you, the feel of his mouth and that beautifully groomed beard between your legs was, simply put, amazing.

Andy sucked at your clit and folds, as if your sex lips were your mouth. His tongue lashed through each part with clean strokes. He was ridiculously good at it. And it made you wonder exactly how much practice he had.

"Fuck, I'm..." You were so close that your thighs began to shake. With a soft nip to the inside of your thigh, Andy moved away. "Nnnnnonono," you stammered, "what are you doing?"

“Imma fahk you.”

A gasp hitched your chest at the bluntness of his reply, and Andy took the foil packet and opened it. He plucked the condom from its casing and rolled it on his length. It'd been a long while since he'd used one, and he was secretly thankful he remembered how to put the fucking thing on to save for embarrassment.

You watched, entranced as those large hands made quick work as they rolled the sheath down his length.

His hands grabbed your hips with gentle force and steadied your ass over the edge of the bed. His right hand rubbed his cock along your slit and watched himself as he pushed into you.

“Oh…oh, god…” you choked a little. 

"Fahk," Andy growled. He breathed out a grunt as he stilled, allowing you to adjust and himself to not cream his condom yet.

You were tight, so fucking tight and warm. He felt you sucking him in without even moving. Your hands tweaked at your nipples as you grew more aroused. Andy was already in your graces for how he ate pussy but fuck he was well on to the top of your list for greatest fuck.

Not even your ex-husband made you feel this way with such little foreplay.

He was thrusting at the perfect speed, depth and angle. Each roll and snap of. His hips had you climbing higher and higher. 

"Fahk," he rasped. "So fahking good," he praised.

“Yeah…” you swallowed, “real good…”

He pulled out and rolled you to your belly. You looked back as you attempted to get on all fours but Andy had other plans. That big hand of his glided up your back to the base of your neck and curled his fingers around you. He gave a little push and down you bent, your forearms resting on your duvet. Your hips were raised high and Andy tilted you just enough that he could get in his own knees behind you.

Your voice stuck in your throat as he thrust back into you, the angle allowing him to go as deep as he could.

"Oh fahk," Andy choked as he speared into you with an upper angle. His palms filled with your ass cheeks and he squeezed you good. You cried out in pleasure as he kept pace but you wanted, no you craved more.

"Harder..." You begged.

His reply was a grunt, and he obliged. Pistoning into you, a feral growl from him as you whimpered in pleasure, you knew neither of you were going to last. You wanted to see his face, you wanted to watch him cum as he saw you do the same. But this angle, this ferocity, it was so fucking good.

“I’m close…” you warned, your voice a gasp.

"Wanna see you," Andy moaned. "Turn... Turn over."

You did as asked, falling a little ungracefully to your back.

Again, he filled you, but he caged you in, his nose brushing yours as his thrust and rolled. His arms held himself up, his palms near your head.

You lifted your shoulders a little to allow you to meet his lips.

One hand trailed down your side, his weight balanced on the other, and it ghosted over your side and behind to the small of your back. That open hand splayed over your spine, tilting your hips upward and you were done.

You came with a shudder and a cry down his own throat. You felt Andy still, a groan vibrating in his throat. Heavy breaths filled the space around you. The beat of two hearts clamoring to escape chested thudded loudly.

“You okay?” Andy broke the silence, his voice raspy.

"Definitely," you whispered. "Wow."

“Yeah..I feel like I should be thanking you or something…” he grinned

You giggled, "what the fuck for?"

“That…”

"Good sex that hard to find for you?" You kissed him.

"It’s…it’s been a while, like I said.” He conceded again.

You replaced a small strand of hair that had fallen from his perfect styling and softly smirked. "The bed gets a little cold this late. Could use some company…if you want."

"Better cancel the Uber," he joked. He bent his neck and kissed you. "Stay there, be right back."

You immediately missed the weight of his body and fullness of his cock as he pulled out. Andy crawled off the bed and headed for your bathroom. He returned with a warm cloth. He seemed to have discarded the condom and used the cloth to clean you up from the wetness between your thighs. Then, he pulled back your blankets and helped you in before sliding in next to you.

He kissed your neck and draped his arm over you. It was a comforting weight to feel. One you weren't used to but welcomed. When J...your ex-husband used to be done with you, he rolled to his side and snores away. You'd fallen asleep wrapped in Andy's arms.

But come morning, he was gone.

You found yourself a little disappointed, but at least he had the decency to leave a note in handsome scroll. He apologized for leaving, telling you he had to be at work for a tight morning schedule but to call him or text. He said he'd love to see you again. Then he signed it Mr B and left his number.

And you’d had to laugh, as you realised two things. You had no idea what the B stood for, nor had you called him by his name, Andy, once.

*****

Over the next few days, you flirted via text. Andy was outta town over the weekend, so there wasn’t a lot of communication then as he was with Jake, afterall. But, the rapport you had was easy going, neither of you broached the subject of doing it again, but he just had a feeling you would.

Nothing serious, just company and a fuck. It worked for him.

He was early to work on Monday morning, his time with Jake over for a couple of weeks. The teen stating he needed a break, most likely Laurie's doing. He'd not fought it, instead text you about Friday night this time over Wednesday, maybe even you could spend the weekend with him, preferably in a state of undress. That is if you were open to that…

For now, he had to shove all that to one side for he was in a conference room, organizing some notes and going through a few things with his client. Andy felt sorry for the twenty-one year old that sat in the chair next to him. He had made a serious lapse of judgement and found himself up for theft of a car, but Andy had proposed a settlement where damages and remuneration would be paid in exchange for criminal charges being dropped, in an attempt to keep another young man from getting lost in the system.

The DA had agreed, subject to the wounded party also agreeing and over the weekend, he’d had notice from a private firm that they’d been hired to act on behalf of the ‘claimant’ and requested a meeting on Monday morningto begin initial discussions.

He was in the middle of explaining to his client how things would likely go today, with it simply being an initial meeting, when there was a knock at the door. It was his secretary, informing him that the ‘opposition’ had arrived.

He rose to greet them, and stopped dead. Crisp, clean, and not a hair out of place, you strode confidently into the room. You had those pumps on again, but your toes were different, the color of wine over bright red.

The expression on your face went from netural, to surprised, and then your lips curved upwards in a slight smirk as you, too, recognized your opposition. You set your things down and turned to him.

"Good morning, Mr B…" you extended the greeting.

“It is now,” he chuckled, hand wrapping around yours.