The Shield and the Rose || S. Rogers

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Katherine had woken up frustrated. One dream was all it took that morning. That was all it took for her to debate taking a cold shower instead of her usual hot. She continued with her normal routine, but she looked to herself in the mirror and splashed cool water on her cheeks as she thought of the dream.

He had had her pressed up against a wall, his hands had been roaming her body. One had slipped up underneath her shirt, his hand splayed against her skin. The other had reached down and began to slip beneath the fabric of her pants. Their breathing against one another had been hot against the other. She had felt heat course through her body at the touch of his fingers.

She could still see the way that piece-by-piece, each article of clothing that had been on their bodies had wound up on the floor around them. She could still feel the anticipation as she felt his lips attacking her skin roughly, the way that his hands that had once roamed her covered body explored the fresh canvas. His touch as he teased her, the eagerness she had felt as she awaited the moment that pleasure and ecstasy was all that took place.

The raising of her leg as it hooked around him. His touch as he felt more of her than she had ever pictured he would touch. The way that he was gentle with her at one moment and rough as passion took hold. He had just teased her, the sensation flowing over her as she waited for the moment she felt full. And as he began to fill her completely, Katherine woke up.

"Damn it," she muttered to herself.

Sighing to herself, she continued to wash her face before glancing at her outfit for the day. It was going to be another afternoon of going back to the Tower, trying to find whatever information she could in another attempt to feed intel to her sister and the others at Hydra.

Despite trying to concentrate on what the tasks for the day would be, she found that she couldn't stop thinking about the dream she had that morning. It had been the second dirty dream she had had involving Steve and she was scared of what her face would look like when she saw him in person the next time.

Would she even be able to concentrate on things that he said? Would she only be thinking of the way his hands had dipped low against her skin causing a burn that she didn't know she could feel when it came to the thought of him? Losing herself in the memory of the dream, the touch against the most sensitive spots between her legs, she wondered what it would take to make herself focus on something else. Sighing as she grabbed the outfit and began to dress herself, she frowned at her reflection.

A knock sounded against her front door as she continued to dress. Taking her time believing it to be nothing more than a random person at the door with the time in the morning that it was, she sighed to herself when the knocking sounded again.

"Katherine, open up," a voice sounded from the other side of her front door.

Taking in a sharp breath, she shook her head and shoulders as if that would help rid the thought of her dreams from her mind. Walking up, she opened the door to see an agent she instantly recognized. Kurt Becker had grown up with Katherine and Victoria. He was skilled as far as technology had been concerned. Katherine remembered many times where she would walk along a hallway in one of the bases as he fiddled with small electronics or as he tinkered with machines at night. 

Katherine had considered him a friend as they grew up. He was possibly one of the only people she had truly considered to be a friend at any point in her life. He was genuine in the way he chose to speak and live his life, believing that the technology side of things was the best way to go. While he had never been a best friend to her and they had grown apart as they became adults and divided into different missions, she still thought of him as the same nerdy friend that she had always known.