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That night after Sam left, you were doing a final sweep over the place before you went to bed. You organized the files you would probably shred the next day, laid out the weapons you'd be hiding on your person, and even started to untack the pages hanging on the wall when the door busted open.
You whipped around, pulling a pistol out in the process, and got down low, aiming at them.
"Fuck," You breathed, realizing it wasn't a threat, "Steve, what're you-"
You cut yourself off when the blonde slammed the door shut, locking it behind his back, and then charged for you. You opened your mouth to say something, but he grabbed you into a bruising kiss, walking you backwards until your back pressed against the wall. He lifted you up and immediately you wrapped your legs around his waist, barely breaking away from the kiss in the process. He pushed you further into the wall with his hips and attacked your lips until they were puffy, not even asking for permission to deepen it before he did.
"Steve." You panted out when he started going down your neck, finally giving you a chance to breathe, and you clung onto his back.
"Two fucking weeks." He angrily muttered against your skin; his voice slightly muffled by the bites he was starting to leave.
"Steve," You whimpered when he bit down harshly, kissing the spot after, but then attacking your sweet spot, "Steve, I don't-"
"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, his voice already wrecked, when he pulled back to search your eyes.
He'd never go as far as to do something you didn't want him to, but seeing his pupils blown and how rough he was being kind of did something to you, so you bit your lip and shook your head.
"Words, doll."
"No, don't stop," You shook your head again and he went back to attacking your neck, tearing your shirt in half, making the buttons fly across the room, "Fuck, we'll talk about it after."
After he was satisfied marking you as his for the whole world to see with the bruises already forming on your neck and collarbone, he put you down.
"Strip." He demanded and you didn't think twice before you started unbuttoning your jeans.
He watched you slip them off and push them to the side with your feet before reaching behind to unclip your bra.
"You gonna join me, soldier?" You smirked lightly, your chest still rising and falling rapidly with shallow breaths.
He didn't answer, just shrugged his jacket off and peeled his shirt from himself before undoing his belt. When you threw your bra off to the side, he didn't wait to get his boxers off before he was on you again. He lifted you, carrying you over to the couch and your legs stayed around him when he laid you down. He was kissing you so passionately, your mind was going blank, and you didn't even notice him sliding his hand down before you felt his fingers. You moaned into his mouth, breathless when you broke the kiss.
"Just from kissing?" He asked teasingly and your scowl was turned into a loud moan when he sped up his movements.
You grabbed for his wrist, trying to stabilize yourself, but that just drove him to go faster.
"Fuck – your little strip show might've helped," You moaned out, your eyebrows furrowing, and he leaned down to kiss you harshly, biting your bottom lip afterwards, "Fucking hell, Rogers."
You were getting close and he could tell, but he didn't let you finish. Your eyes shot open to scold him for it, but you were silenced by his loud groan when he pushed your bottoms aside and pressed himself as deep as he could in one quick motion.
It took you by surprise and the stretch was painful, making you cry out which gave him pause, placing feather like kisses all over your face as he stilled inside you.
"Couldn't wait," He told you, his voice strained as he resisted moving, and you nodded against his chest, trying to adjust as your walls fluttered around him, "Fuck – you're so tight, driving me insane sweetheart."
He wrapped his arms around your back and you whimpered when he picked you up, trying not to move still, but you were making it hard for him.
You reached up to kiss him as he held you in the middle of the room, holding onto the back of his neck, and silently telling him he could move. In a second you were against the wall like before and he started pounding into you without mercy. He placed a hand on your lower stomach, and you were confused as to why until you realized what he was doing.
"You're depraved." You mumbled, your mind going numb as the feeling inside you started to build again.
He smirked before moving the same hand to take yours and raised it above your head, linking your hands together.
He started kissing your neck again, whispering encouragements and saying he could feel how close you were, and that's when you realized.
"Steve, you're not-" He started hitting the spot deep inside you over and over again, making you moan out as your voice went hoarse, "You're not wearing a-"
"I know," He nodded with his eyes squeezed shut, twitching inside you, "I'll pull out."
"You'll – fuck!" It snapped without any more warning and you clenched around him hard, making him quickly pull away to finish on your thighs.
You could barely stand, he had to hold you up, and the two of you soon fell gently to the floor with you laying on his chest, breathing heavily as you both came down from your highs.
"So, you're back." He spoke into the room after a few minutes and you laughed, making him smile.
"Who snitched?"
He was running his hand up and down your arm as he held you with his other and you hummed against his hot skin, kissing it afterwards.
"Queens."
"I asked him not to!" You grumbled with a small smile.
"I asked him why he was so happy," He admitted, "And he was like a deer caught in headlights. Wanda was all smiles too, so I put it together that they at least knew."
"Such a detective." You chuckled, kissing him sweetly.
"Something happened in Paris, didn't it?" He asked with a worried frown.
"Yes," You nodded reluctantly, "But I'm taking care of it."
"That's why you went all 'A Beautiful Mind' on this place?" He guessed and then added, "Looks good otherwise, you really put work into it."
"Yes, and thank you." You smiled proudly, lying back next to him.
"And you'll let me help?"
"Not a chance, ice cream."
"Ice cream?" He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
"Yeah, and that reminds me, I really need a shower."
"I'm hearing round two."
"I was hoping you'd pick up on that."
