"What the hell are you thinking?" Steve shouted the second you finally got the room to yourselves.
"I'm thinking about the mission, I should ask you the question!" You yelled back at him.
"How long have you been working on this mission behind my back?!" Steve didn't even consider answering your question before he shot back at you.
"Since the day I got introduced to it!" You said, waving you're hands frustrated in the air.
"You never listened, did you?" Steve said walking closer up to you.
You crossed your arms. He knew the answer to that.
"I will listen the day you say something worth listening too," you fired back crossing your arms.
Steve mouth dropped. He had to look away. You made him furious. You made him crazy. The second he begun to think that he had you a little bit under control, you snap back. This time, bigger than ever. His hands had been formed as fists since the second he saw you walking out that door. Pressing harder and harder, every time you opened your mouth. Steve looked back at you.
"On your knees," Steve said coldly.
You looked up at him shocked.
"I'm the one giving orde-" you pushed out.
"On your knees now," Steve repeated, taking a step closer.
Was he serious? It was something about his voice. He meant it. He wanted you on your knees. But perhaps what was even worse, is that you wanted to... be on your knees... In front of him. What was wrong with you? You shouldn't want this. Still, you couldn't help but wonder what would happen, if you got down on your knees. You let your hands fall down, as you tried to correct your tight skirt in order, as you clumsily tried to kneel down.
Oh, what a sight you were. You looked pathic. Struggling to simply get down on your knees because of your skimpy skirt. Pathic, but adorable. He took one step closer to you. Laid a hand on your chin as he pushed your face up, forcing you to look up at him. Those big doe eyes of yours were shinning through. His thumb brushing over your lips.
"You've been a very, very bad girl," Steve said coldly, admiring every piece of you.
How vulnerable you were under him. He couldn't stop smirking as he pushed his thumb in your mouth. Your tongue naturally wrapping around his finger, as a desperation puppy searching for love. Ah, you were good to him when you were listening. He could feel himself tightened by your touch.
You couldn't help yourself from letting you follow his directions. He was tempting. You wanted to taste more of him, more than just a simple finger. You wanted more. Steve pushed his finger out, as a loud smack sound came from your lips. Steve smiled, like he was proud. He pushed you back up on your feet by your chin. He looked deep into your eyes. His hand was at the back of your head as he pushed your face close to his as your lips intertwined.
It took seconds before you wrapped your hands around his neck. You hated how much you wanted him close. Both his hands were wrapped your face, demanding the same closeness to you as you wished to be of him. His lips were rough against yours. It was a fight. Fight for dominance. A fight neither of you took lightly. Steve pushed you up against the wall, not wanting to give you any space.
"We'll work this case together," Steve said between deep breaths, looking up from your lips to your eyes.
"Good," you said trying to adjust yourself.
Steve tightens his grip around your neck. It hurt... It was good. You were confused.
"But we need some rules," Steve hissed.
You nodded.
"You will listen to me first," Steve demanded, his lips moving with yours.
"You know I can't promi-" You whispered.
"Ward and you keep two meters distance at all time" Steve had the audacity to spit out of his mouth.
"Are you jealous, Captain?" you said tilting your head.
Steve smirked at your words. It was not about being jealous. It was about you having to understand your place. Understand where you belong. Who... you belong to. Ward and you, it was just you being confused. A few silly dates, but he couldn't do what Steve could. He could never get you on your knees. Get you begging. Steve smirked as he let one hand move up your hips.
"What is this new style?" Steve laughed low as he looked down at your clothes.
"I am trying somethi-" you said confused,
"It's impractical, very difficult to take off," Steve smirked as he peaked a kiss or your lips.
"Says Mr. Suit," You laughed low at him.
"This suit... It has its tricks," Steve said, hinting to the fact that it might not be as difficult as imagined to take it off.
"Good to know... for the future," you said and pushed him away from you.
Steve huffed out loud in laughter by your move. You were bold. He liked it.
He bit his underlip, watching you walk towards the door.
"Just to make it clear, no rules were confirmed in our meeting," you said, fixing your outfit.
"This... Was a.... Meeting?" Steve laughed crossing his arms.
"Of course, I don't want to confuse Grant," you said with a smile.
"You really like the guy?" Steve asked, trying to sound as neutral as he could be.
"Goodbye, Captain" you answered softly, placing your hand on the door handle.
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Fanfiction"Welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D Academy" A rogue hacker get's the opportunity of a life time to become a S.H.I.E.L.D agent, but before they're allowed be in the field, they have to enter S.H.I.E.L.D Academy. To makes matter worse, you happened to get the st...
