Came for the Low- Revised

Untitled Part 32

This shirt, was the only one of his she had.

    The open sleeves hung well past her hands and the cotton —so fine it felt as smooth as silk on her bare skin—tickled her breast as they brushed the cool fibers on opposite sides of the small pearl buttons.

    Christine figured it must have gotten mixed in when Oeznik secretly packed their bags. Or, Zemo had done it knowing she would need this...

    Lying in the dark—unaware of the time except for the pitch black sky telling her that it was very late at night—she sprawled out alone in the bed too big for a single person and shut her eyes as her hand slipped under the thin band of her underwear.

    The warm touch of her soft hair made her sigh quietly as she reached further to stroke the divide until her body's natural response to thoughts that often occupied her mind when she couldn't sleep took over.

    Christine pulled the collar of his shirt up to her nose with her free hand. With a deep, slow inhale, she chased the fading scent of him—her Baron—and gasped as she played, circling and rubbing, feeling the way her clitoris responded when she remembered what it felt like when it was him touching her instead.

    She thought back to that time in his apartment when he'd first put his fingers inside her body. Slipping her own into the tight opening now she drew in her bottom lip as the sound of his voice filled her mind, resonating beautifully. "Would you like me to make you come" He'd asked.

    Always, she thought and curled onto her side.

    Two fingers massaged her peak as she remembered the way his lips felt on hers... sometimes his kiss was so gentle she could feel the physical effect of it in her heart. Other times he practically devoured her mouth until she was breathless and as wet as she was now.

    The swell was rising as images of Helmut and all the ways he'd ever fucked her flickered through her mind like an old movie reel until she settled on one.

    He'd held her hips firm, slamming into her from behind as they flew from Sokovia to Spain. His hand had closed over her mouth to keep her quiet but the feel of that thick cock thrusting into her was no match and she'd nearly screamed as she came mid-flight.

    The memory was so vivid Christine whispered his name in the present as the orgasm she gave herself rippled through her body, but she stayed otherwise quiet, just letting the feeling transport her to a better time until it faded.

    She lay there, her hand still pressed to her naked skin, pulsing and saying his name over and over again in her mind until the images faded and she opened her eyes, staring at the empty side of the bed.

    She sighed feeling as frustrated as she did good and turned onto her back not wanting to see the flat, still tucked sheet anymore. This seemed to always end with her being reminded of how lonely she was. Alone and sad, she thought shutting her eyes.

    Knowing better than to dwell, Christine gave in to the comfort of sleep. That seemed to be the only place that gave her a break from the heartache and she slept soundly until the phone ringing tossed her awake with a jolt.

    Gasping, she sat up and grabbed the glowing block from her nightstand.

She now had two ringtones set in the phone and this was the second. The sound was as exhilarating as it was terrifying.

    "Hello?"

    "Sorry to wake you Baroness. But I'm going to need you up and at it."

    Christine moved to the edge of the bed, tossing her hair back. Valentina's words were casual, her tone however was not. "What's going on?"