We're more alike than you think

86. Dream

"The food is here," you said as you walked back into the apartment and took off your shoes. You walked over to the kitchen counter and took up the two boxes you had of Chinese. You opened the boxes and found chopsticks for the two of you.

"It smells so go.." you said, on your way to turn around facing a Zemo who was only wearing his boxer. You stopped midway in your sentence and only looked at him. He looked so incredibly good. Like the man had been in prison for 8 years, he nowhere near needed to take care of himself, but damn he did. He laughed at your reaction and took the two boxes on the kitchen counter.

"We don't need our clothes to only lay down on the mattress," he said with a teasing smile. His hands went down to your jeans, unbuttoning them, slowly taking down the zipper. He kneeled down taking his own time to take off your jeans, admiring every inch of your body on his way. He stood up and it didn't take long before he took off your t-shirt.

"Let me guess, that's how you do it in Sokovia?" You said with a laugh. He smiled proudly at your remarks as he let his hands slide up and down your back. "Of course," he said, as he unclipped your bra with his one hand. Your eyes grew as you looked at him surprised. Zemo was getting bold. You let the bra fall down your shoulders. You grabbed the two boxes of Chinese you had and gave one over to Zemo. He was of course concentrating on something totally different, but you cut him some slack and laughed it away as you walked over to the mattress, Zemo following right behind you. The two of you laid down, you on the inside of his arm with your head on his shoulder. Instead of a boring laptop, you got up the toolbox. Zemo wrapped the duvet around you, as you noticed that he didn't exactly cover your chest. You looked away from the toolbox and up at Zemo.

"Okay, I just have to ask, you are a boobs guy?" you asked, pointing your chopsticks at him and tried to hold in laughter. Zemo's reaction to your question was out of this world. Guess he felt called out.

"No, I'm not. I am a y/n guy and you happened to have particular beautiful perky breasts which I happened to like," He said. His face went from shocked to trying to save it with a smirk. He let go of his chopsticks as he let his fingers trail from the duvet, up to your stomach to your breasts, sending chills through your whole body. You stopped his hand after a short while.

"Let's see if we find something beautiful you can look at in the apartment as well," you said ironically.

Zemo sighed disappointed, but still with a smile on his lips. He knew so well the power his touch had over your body. You only stopped him because you were starting to get excited and as long as he knew that, he was fine. He laughed and looked back up at the screen. The two of you spent hours looking for different stuff, everything from simple art to put on the wall, kitchen supplies, couch, and decor. Spending time with Zemo like this was something you never thought you would experience and even if you knew deep down that this was all an illusion, it felt special. No matter what happened between the two of you, this was a moment you would cherish forever.

"And now to the most important thing, a bed. If I'm gonna live here we cannot lay on only a mattress. The things we're gonna do, gonna require a proper bed," He said with a smirk as he leaned over you, wrapping his hand around your waist.

"Wow, you almost have to tell me what you want us to do if we're gonna find the right bed" you said teasingly back.

Zemo closed the little space between you when he leaned down, supporting himself on his elbows. Oh, how much he enjoyed this. For once it was only the two of you, not the other boys around, and no drama. He realized what he missed, even more, was simply just being at peace. After Sokovia fell he spent a whole year only seeking revenge and justice for his family, but even before that, he spent most of his time in the Sokovian elite forces. After spending years in prison, he had realized how many special moments he had missed out on with his wife and his son Carl before he lost them. Right now with you in his arms, he just realized he never wanted to make that same mistake. With you, he only wanted to live in the moment. He laughed low and tilted his head.

"Let's begin with the fact that we're gonna need the bed to have a metal frame so I can cuf.." more couldn't he say before you kissed him. 

You placed your hands on his cheeks. You were done with the talking, right now you only wanted to be intimate with him. His lips were so soft, with an opening big enough for you to slip your tongue in. You could feel his smile through the kisses. He loved it when you made the first move. You were so sexy. His hand slipped down to your breast, they fitted perfectly in his hands. He massaged them gently, causing you to lightly moan. His hand left your breast and slipped so innocently it could under the duvet. In a matter of seconds, your panties were off and his fingers were filling you up. He loved seeing you like this. The innocent side of you was suddenly gone as you embrace your wild side. He carefully bet your underlip, as he took off his boxers. 

"Ready?"