Six (Captain America)

"Six" part 8: Animals

I had gone out early that morning, toget some food because I was starving and I figured the guys were,too. I also needed to clear my head. A lot had gone on the last fewdays that I really needed to start coming to terms with. I'd takensome money out of a drawer in the kitchen, grabbed the keys off ofthe counter, and left, hoping I didn't get pulled over. I didn't havea legal identity, much less a driver's license. I figured I'd beback before anyone woke up.

I stopped at a small market and boughtsome things for breakfast. As I drove home, my mind wandered to thenight before, and to Steve. I'd seen pretty much all of Steve thatthere was to see in the early hours of the morning. And I wasactually pretty happy about that. I hadn't thought I could be happyabout anything. I was used to training and cryo and murder. Notbutterflies, soft hands caressing my skin, and love in the dark. Thiswould take some getting used to, if I were to let it continue.

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The night before

We'd made our way up into the room ofthe safe house where I was staying, Steve taking my hand and leadingme confidently up the long staircase, tiptoeing by the door ofBucky's room. When we'd gotten to my room, he'd turned to me, a smileacross his handsome face, and pulled me tightly against him, kissingme until I was out of breath; my hands hurriedly getting rid of theloose pajama pants he was wearing, and his removing the silky shortsand robe that I had on.

I didn't know how long it had been forCap, but he'd said he was out of practice so I assumed a while. Ididn't know how long it had been for me either. I remembered myinterlude with the Winter Soldier while still with Hydra, but pushedit out of my mind. That could have been last year or a decade ago, Ididn't know. What I did know was that that had been different. It hadbeen a mission. A job. Steve was something else entirely. I wantedhim. I didn't want secrets, I didn't want information. I just wantedto be with him, even if only for a little while. And as it turnedout, it really apparently didn't matter how long it had been- sexwasn't something one forgot. The heart and the body wants what itwants, and knows how to get it.

I'd backed him up to the edge of thebed, pushing him down to a sitting position and climbing onto him,straddling his lap, his big hands splayed out across my back. Westayed there kissing for a while, our fingers just exploring. Whenthings had gotten extremely hot and heavy, he'd wrapped his strongarms around me and flipped me over, went and got protection, and cameback. He'd climbed in next to me; I watched him in the pale moonlightstreaming in through the window, his large frame and muscular bodymoving swiftly across the room. He was confident and he was strong,but he was also gentle and careful. We were playing with fire and weknew it- hearts and alliances were on the line.

He climbed on top of me and pushed hisway in slowly, letting me get used to him before we began our rhythm.It was slow at first, kisses and whispers and giggles in the dark.Hands on faces and chests and backs and butts, sweet nothingsmuttered into ears. But soon we were lost in the moment and eachother, grasping at hair and skin. He rolled me over and entered mefrom behind, causing me to moan louder than I anticipated, his handssliding up my stomach and gripping my breasts. We sped up, faster andfaster, the headboard hitting the wall a few times before we changedpositions to quiet down. I climbed on top of him, up and down, untilI rode him through my high and my release. He grabbed my hips, easingme through it, pulling me down to kiss him, to once again stifle amoan that was a little too loud. I kept riding, until his eyes closedand his face scrunched up, his grip tightening on me.