" so many assume. so little know "
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in which a bad mouthed agent is assigned to help the walking talking patriarchal symbol of what is right and what is wrong. and in the process of it all, learns how much she needed the desk duty
BOOK ONE | St...
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WASHINGTON D.C. america
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CORTEZ
WE ENDED up at a diner just a little ways from our apartment building. I was bundled underneath my heavy jacket and a beanie on my head, because it was like three fucking degrees out. All I wanted to do was lie down in my bed and sleep away the rest of the night.
Although, I guess, spending the evening with Steve Rogers wasn't that bad of an alternative. Especially after the intimacy we shared only an hour ago. I still couldn't believe it. It almost didn't feel real.
I would say it was too quick; but I knew it really wasn't. In all honestly, a month of friendship before sex was the longest I'd ever waited. Even though we weren't totally friends in the beginning, and I still kind of hate him now.
By the look on his face and the entire change of his personality, I knew that he was getting too close. I only half regretted sleeping with him; now I worried that just because we had sex meant that he believed we were meant to be together or something like that.
I couldn't imagine myself dating him. He was too uptight all the time. And annoying. And for some damn reason, the perfect example of what an American used to be.
But God damn if I didn't want to bite his neck.
Wait, what?
"Are you okay?" Steve's words pulled me from my thoughts and it was as if I suddenly realized where we were. The sounds of the diner were brought back to me and the aroma of bacon cooking filled my nose.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I said. I wrapped my hands around the warm cup of hot chocolate and took another sip. Licking the remains of whip cream off my lips, I noticed Steve's staring. "What?"
"This is nice, isn't it?" He asked. It was almost apprehensively.
"Sure." I shrugged my shoulders and leaned back. I wasn't sure why I was distancing myself. An hour ago I had my lips around his dick and now I couldn't make eye contact with him. What was wrong with me?
I think Steve seemed to send my uneasiness because he changed the subject. "Do you know when you'll get sent out on another mission? Now that you'll be cleared for field work soon."
"I don't know. Probably soon."
"What do these missions usually entail?"
"It depends. Sometimes they are easy, simple. Get in and get out. Other times it gets more difficult and messy. Like Boston."
