S.H.I.E.L.D ACADEMY

31. I'm grateful for your service

"Can I borrow Y/n for a minute? Academy stuff," Steve asked.

Grant's hand around your shoulder tightens, as he looked down at you unsure. You looked around, reading the room. People had begun to spread out in the mansion anyway, chit chatting with themselves. You looked back at Grant and gave him a small smile, nodding your head. You look back up at Steve as you carefully stood up. You knew damn well that Steve wasn't going to talk to you about the academy. Steve offered his hand, and you took the offer. Both of you could act professional, act like he hadn't had his fingers deep inside of you 15 minutes ago. You shrugged low.

"A drink?" Steve asked, hinting at the empty bar.

"Perfect, I need three," you said, almost laughing as you let Steve lead the way.

The second you reached the bar you removed your hand off Steve, leaning on the high table instead. It was the appropriate thing to do. The bartender came over. You ordered yourself a peach margarita cocktail, while Steve was like any man ordering himself a beer. It was silent between the two of you. Your eyes were locked at each other. Steve's smile grew, so naturally yours did too. Should you speak up?

"You wanted to talk-" You began before Steve interrupted you.

"You look beautiful," Steve caught you off guard.

You lifted your chin up, smiling confused.

"Thank you," you said, tapping your fingers on the counter. You were nervous, you found it difficult to hide in front of Steve. For some reason, you always felt very naked around him.

"You look quite handsome too, Mr. Rogers," Trying to keep it professional.

Steve laughed low, took a step closer to you. He leaned over into your ear.

"My fingers was just inside of you, you can cut the act, we both know it doesn't come natural to you," Steve smirked against your ear, leaning back, grabbing the beer the bartender had come over with. Steve leaned against the counter, enjoying the sight of your face burning up in embarrassment.

"If anything, I'm kind of hurt you haven't thanked me," Steve said, taking a sip from his drink.

"Thank... You, Steve," the words struggling to come out of your mouth.

Steve laughed and shook his head.

"Nah, you don't mean it," Steve said playfully.

You got closer to him, punching him lightly in his arm.

"I did, I mean it, I'm grateful," You laughed low, eagerly.

"For what?!" Steve tested you, waving his hands.

"You know for what," you said, with a lure smile on your lips.

"I don't, the ice cream?" Steve acted oblivious.


You closed your lips and laughed. Hm, so he wanted to play. You scanned the room, people were too busy in their own conversations. You grabbed his tie, pushing him closer to you carefully.

"I'm grateful for your service," you bet your lips playfully.

God, why did we need to be at this stupid party with everyone else, Steve thought to himself. As you couldn't possibly get hotter, Steve found himself having to fight his urges, the second you pushed him closer to you. Exactly like planned. Steve knew what buttons to push to get you close, even in front of people. You were like his puppet. Steve smirked looking down at your juicy red lips. Fuck, he had to keep himself together. You began to fix his tie back in place.