Dropping down Into your Audi R8, your fingers caressing the leather steering wheel. Slamming your head back into the headrest as your nails burrow into the leather wheel, clawing their way to release as you let out a deep frustrated moan, the rumbles vibrating in tune to the pounding still threatening to break from your chest.
You have no idea who this girl is but with a single glance, he has a hold. You're interested, never have you been more curious to know someone's name. Closing your eyes all you see can see is the puddle of sweet mess displayed across the floor, so careless, innocent and sweet like honey. Her dark curls a cloak flowing down her back, a perfect emphasis to her curves placed ever so neatly into the perfect cinnamon bun above her legs.
Just the thought causes you to pulse, reining in your thoughts with a slow laboured breath you adjust your position smoothing your flustered composure in the mirror.
Still feeling the tingle in your fingers where you glided across her skin your brow narrows, composing a stern frown back upon your face. Remembering the cut along her temple, the way the blood trickled down over her brow all you want to do is pluck this beautiful flower and protect it.
Reaching for the car door, contemplating heading back inside the building, a loud buzzing from you pocket demanded your attention – Rogers ’Hey Buck, we were supposed to be in a meeting 5 minutes ago, where are you bud?’
‘I will be there in two, start without me’ you reply over the roar of the engine, slipping into gear as you depart from your daydream. Weaving between the traffic you pull up outside Stark Rogers Technology, slipping through security you head up to the 40th floor, being CEO of Buchannan Barnes Protection has its advantages at times.
Barging into the meeting room taking your seat, you greet the members of the table. To your right Steve Rogers, your childhood friend and only family, across from you sat Tony Stark the co founder of Stark Rogers Technology. His frame slim, standing a few inches below you, you could easily see the salt and pepper strands to his hair growing grey with age. This did not stop him being a billionaire playboy, ladies flocking to his side wherever he goes desperate to be dripped in his wealth.
‘What did I miss?’ you question the gentlemen as you flick through the security briefing plans for the upcoming Romanoff Gala.
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Bee to my Barnes
Romance**Not based in the marvel universe but based on their characters, personality and relationships. I hope you like my take on their lives outside of the avengers. ** Heartbroken and lost, a small town country girl moves to the big city to be with her...
