Came for the Low- Revised

Untitled Part 4

VIENNA

Lying in bed, one leg hooked around the edge of the impossibly soft sheet, Christine let her head loll to the side, cradled by a nest of pillows. Sighing happily, she opened her eyes to see him.

The Baron was calm, feeling peaceful and content as he lounged beside her just watching the way she settled. The sight of her immediately after sex was something he always took the time to admire no matter where they were.

Of all their stops after Ibiza, this penthouse suite in the heart of Vienna ranked as the most exquisite location yet, at least for one of the two people lying in the middle of the king sized bed.

The Hotel Sacher Wien he'd told her as they flew in this morning. She'd wondered what that might translate to but had long since forgotten.

"Are you hungry?" Zemo asked picking up her hand.

With a sleepy smile Christine shook her head moaning happily as he kiss her fingertips, stroking the sensitive center of her palm until she shivered. "Well, maybe just a little..." She gasped when he took her index between his lips, just the tip of her finger to let her feel the warmth of his mouth. Her eyes rolled shut and she dipped her head letting it rest on his shoulder as he playfully bit.

The Baron's low laughter was infectious, he did love to tease her. "What would you like to eat?"

"Nothing too heavy." She answered peeking out at the room letting him massage her hand gently. "I don't think I'd like the opera on a full stomach."

She looked to the window, seeing that the sun was just beginning to set. They would need to get ready soon. "Just champagne and something small? You pick." She shrugged.

He nodded and kissed her head before leaving her to melt into the bedding—a spent and blissful mess.

Deep breaths steadied her still racing heart as Christine watched him go. His steps were confident but relaxed as he sauntered away with his robe tied on looking as comfortable as she felt in this giant bed. Zemo hummed something, a German song she'd heard him play in the car on the way in. The deep, surprisingly lovely tone of his voice amplified her mood as the pleasant glow of being satisfied washed over her.

At some point, she was certain it would stop being this way, but for now... that man could leave her a disheveled puddle, her mind blank and her body numb from all the things he could do, and he always had too.

She curled onto her side with another sigh now that she was alone, thinking back to their very first time —not so much together as it was an experience he'd given her.

Christine lost herself to the memory of how he'd calmed her restless worry after a morning of so much mayhem and confusion that not even tea and a shower could steady her nerves that day. She'd been so worried and constantly fighting the urge to keep moving, though Zemo assured her his place was safe. It was the reveal of a well stocked bar that finally saw her take a breath and sit down.

Half way in to a bottle of Jameson she finally felt relaxed enough that they ended up in his bed...

"Close your eyes." Zemo said, light from a large stained glass window on the far wall allowing them to see one another as the sun started to set.

She glanced around nervously. "What?" Her laugh was light and nervous.

"Close your eyes Christine."

"Why?"

His gaze wandered from her eyes to the sight of her breast through the sheer black bra, her dark nipples easily seen in spite of the fabric. She was breathing faster. her ribs contracting and expanding with the shallow breaths of anticipation.