His Inconvenience

Affection

Zemo lands the jet and comes back to where I'm getting up from my seat.

"Ready?" He asks holding his hand out for me to take.

"Ready as I'll ever be," I sigh putting my hand in his.

He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear and I notice the silver band around his finger.

I don't know why I like the thought of it meaning he's mine.

Actually I do.

But I shouldn't.

We're so close, so so close, that he could just lean in a bit and meet my lips.
And he does.

He leans in slowly, our lips only centimeters apartment.

We can't do this.
I can't keep letting my heart take over.

"Zemo," I whisper, "we need to go."

He sighs and pulls away.

"You're right," his thumb caresses my cheek softly, "let's go."

We still don't move as we just stare at each other.

"Let's go," he repeats and.finally heads for the door, myself in tow.

I grasp his arm as the door opens and put a small smile on my face as our fingers intertwine.

"I love you," Zemo whispers as he brings my hand to his lips, placing a gentle, loving kiss.

Fuck you Zemo.

I can feel the tears bite at my eyes again but I keep my smile on my face.

"Hallo Baron. Es war eine lange Zeit (hello, Baron. It has been a long time)," a man greets us then looks to me, "und wer könntest du sein? (And who might you be?)"

"Apologies, Stefan," Zemo intervenes, "she doesn't speak German. This is my beautiful wife, y/n. Y/n, this is my old colleague, Stefan."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," I offer my hand.

"The pleasure," he takes my hand and kisses the back of it slowly before continuing, "is all mine, Baroness."

His eyes wander to my chest, where the shirt and corset do little to hide my cleavage. Uncomfortable with his gaze, I turn my body more towards Zemo as a draw my hand away from him.

I notice some men taking out bags from the jet.

"Might I see the ring?" Stefan asks suddenly, "The Baron said he would never marry again, so I truly am curious to see the ring."

"Of course," Zemo unlaces our fingers gently and presents my hand to the man before us, "I had the jewels imported and the band custom made with a quote on the inner lining. Just a little under 430,000€."

Wait what?
He can't be serious.
And what quote?
I didn't see a quote.
He's gotta me making shit up to impress this guy.

"Might I see the quote?" Stefan looks between the two of us.

"I'm afraid not," Zemo looks at me, endearment radiating I his gaze, "it's something personal for us."

Did he actually put a quote in it?

He brings my hand to his lips before turning back to the other man.

"Might we be off?" He asks.

"Right," Stefan nods, his eyes darting back to my body, "follow me."

He turns and heads to a sleek black car. He gets into the passenger seat and Zemo opens the door for me.

"After you, my Love," he says as I get in.

He quickly follows and we sit very close, so close that my leg drapes over his a bit when I cross mine. His hand comes to my knee and he pulls my leg up onto his a bit more.

I shoot him a quick glare and he leans into my ear as his hand travels up my thigh a bit.

"We need to put on a bit of a show," he whispers, "they know how I am with physical affection."

His lips ghost my jaw a bit and my eyes flutter closed as my body involuntarily turns to him more. My hands grasp his jacket a bit as he places a kiss just below my ear. (You know that's, that's a nice wall over there.)

"I wish we were already at the estate," he breathes in my ear. I can barely hear him, so there's no way it was for Stefan to hear.

I fist his jacket tighter as he nips at my pulse point. God I missed his lips on me.

The sound of someone clearing their throat brings us back to reality.

Zemo plants one more kiss, this time on my lips before turning to Stefan.

"Can I help you?" He growls.

I-
Why did that turn me on?
Well more than I already was.

"Günter will meet you tomorrow night," Stefan answers, keeping his eyes forward, "I hope he can help you and your wife."

"I hope so, too," Zemo says looking back at me.

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We arrive at a gated estate with beautifully luscious trees and green grass. The house finally comes into view and my breath is taken away.

It's a magnificent victorian style building complete with gravel drive way and fountain.

We come to a stop by the front entrance and Stefan turns to us.

"I hope you have a good evening, a driver will be here to pick you up for dinner tomorrow."

"Thank you," Zemo gives him a tight smile before opening the door for us to get out.

He takes my hand and guides me to the door where he turns back to wave to the man in the car once some men from a second car bring our bags in.

The cars drive away and Zemo quickly takes us both inside.

No sooner that the door is closed, Zemo attacks my lips. I find my lips moving with his, like it's a completely natural thing.

"Zemo," I gasp as we pull away for air.

His lips go to my jaw and up to my ear.

"I didn't like the way he was looking at you," he growls, nipping at my ear.

"What does it matter?" I try to push him away.

"No one else can look at you like that," he kisses down my throat, "no one but me."

Where did this possessiveness come from?

"Zemo," he keeps going.

"Zemo!"

He stops with a groan and pulls away.

"You're killing me, y/n," he breathes, gripping my waist.

"I'll go along with the little shows when we're out in public," my heart already hurts with what I'm about to say, "but when it's just us, you need to learn to keep your hands to yourself."

I push him away and brush passed him, heading upstairs. I go into a random room.

It's a bathroom.

I slam the door closed, pressing my back to it and slide to the floor.

Why can't this all just be easy?

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Please
I'm sorry
But you'll love me soon
I promise