Pairings: Steve Rogers x Unknown Female
Words: 2758

"Director Fury wants to see you, Agent." Commander Hill stopped me just as I was about to enter the elevator to go home.

I mentally groaned, but turned around. It had been a fucking long week, and I was looking forward to spending the weekend with Steve for a change. "Did he say what for?"

"He had a reply to your request, was all he said."

Immediately, I perked up. I had only one request, or rather two related requests, in with the Director at the moment, and it concerned this very weekend. "On my way," I said without any more hesitation and strode into the elevator. But instead of taking it down to the garage, I took it up to the top floor. Hurrying through the almost deserted office landscape, I reached the Director's office and knocked on the glass door.

"Enter," came a commanding voice.

Director Fury sat in his chair, looking out of the cityscape of Washington D.C.

"You wanted to see me, Director," I stated as a greeting.

He turned around, his elbows on the armrests and his hands folded in front of his face. "Yes, Agent. About your request for a leave of absence for you and Captain Rogers, it has been..." He started pressing on the touchscreen embedded into his desk. I saw the request I had sent in fill the screen, with a – "approved," in green letters at the top.

I sighed in relief. Steve really needed some time off. I had asked him to go on vacation for a long time, but he always had an excuse. I saw the strain on him now, and had decided to go over his head on this one. I figured it was in the best interest of not only his health, but the continued success of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s missions.

"As for you request to use The 815, I had to pull some strings, but it too has been approved."

I gaped at the Director, and couldn't help the question that slipped from me. "Are you serious? Sir?"

There was a twinkle in his brown eyes. "Very serious. You know the protocol though, so I need your voice confirmation and your fingerprint."

"Pack up, Steve! We're leaving!" I called into the apartment the moment I opened the front door.

"Another mission already?" came his immediate response from the office.

I debated for a short second to actually say yes, it would be the easiest way of getting him out of the house. But if we were to enjoy our time off properly, I didn't want to lie to him about it. "No, we're going to The 815."

Steve's heavy footsteps came into the living room as I set my bag down and pulled off my jacket and shoes. "The 815? Isn't that the -?"

"The island that is usually reserved for extra special training missions, yes. The island that is on such a classified location that I need to have my memory modified afterwards, yes."

"Why?"

"Because we need some time off, and I have gotten Director Fury's permission to use The 815 until Monday morning."

"Doll, you know I can't do that! And I can't let you do that! Get your memory wiped afterwards!" He stood in the middle of the floor, hands on his hips.

I raised my eyebrow at him, walking slowly towards him. "Too late, I've already gotten the coordinates. You need time off, Steve. You need to relax a bit before you run yourself into a brick wall. I need time off. And I need to be alone with you, away from everything."

"As much as I love the sound of that, I just can't."

"Oh, bloody hell, Rogers." I walked up and poked his hard chest. "You think so highly of yourself that you think S.H.I.E.L.D. won't last four days without you? We lasted quite a many years without you."

He feigned hurt, and pulled me towards him. I crashed into his chest. "You wound me, woman!" His shoulders shook as he pretended to cry into my hair.

"Please, Steve," I murmured against his chest and laid my arms around his neck. "Director's orders."

"Fine," he relented, pulling me tighter and lifting me off my feet, kissing me. "We'll take a short vacation. You better make it worth my while, doll."

I leaned back in his arms. "Oh really? You may be my captain at work, but everywhere else, I'm your fucking captain."

"Language, doll," he hissed, his breath fanning across my face, sending a shiver down my spine. "Or you won't get to fuck your captain."

The location of The 815 was so classified that no one really knew where it was. Not even the World Security Council. The GPS coordinates were locked in a file on the S.H.I.E.L.D. servers and there was a whole process for extracting it.

Rumour has it there are some people who know. The pilots that fly the agents out there for training missions have to know. I don't know if they get their memory wiped afterwards, but I don't think so somehow. They're kind of like our own Unspeakables, where their only job is to know where it is and fly people back and forth.

On some occasions, other agents get to know the location. But that's very special occasions. So what kind of strings Fury had to pull to let me have access, goodness knows. I only hoped it wouldn't come back to bite me in the ass.

Steve sat in the back of the Quinjet while I piloted. With his excellent sense of direction, he could probably figure out the location by watching the tides and the clouds or something. I didn't want to have his memory modified. It was a complicated and risky procedure, but I figured the risk was worth it for me, if Steve and I could get a few days completely alone on a deserted tropical island.

"There it is," I announced, waking Steve from his dozing off in one of the jump seats.

He stood up and leaned over my chair, his hands on my shoulders. "Wow."

It was an oval shape broken up by little coves. The beaches were stark white, the water turquoise, and the vegetation in various shades of green with splats of bright colour here and there. It was absolutely perfect.

"I've been here once before," I said as I navigated the Quinjet to a landing strip some way inland. "Training for a spec op a year or two before you showed up. We were flown here with blindfolds on and in the cargo holds of one of the larger jets."

"Isn't all this secrecy a bit much? A bit paranoid?"

"Probably, but I can't blame them. They have technology here that can manipulate the climate to some extent, so it's perfect for training in extreme hot and humid conditions and in thunderstorms. There are areas of such dense vegetation that it's excellent for training stealth and tracking. And you know, if everyone knew about it, the technology could be compromised and wouldn't everyone want to go here for their time off?"

"I see your point."

I stood up after having powered down the jet, and leaned into Steve for a moment, relishing in the silence and the start of our vacation.

"Which makes me wonder, what makes you so special that you can use it for your time off?"

I lightly punched his chest. "I'm plenty special, so you better behave, Captain, or you won't be getting any at all this weekend."

Steve laughed out loud, the sound vibrating through his chest and into my cheek. He knew damn well that was an empty threat. Especially since the first thing we did after we had locked ourselves into one of the small barracks, was to get undressed with the intention of taking a shower, but then Steve pulled me by the waist and bent down to kiss me, thanking me for taking him away for the weekend.

Knowing we were all alone on this beautiful island, realising we could be as loud as we wanted, do whatever we wanted, for four days, felt so incredibly liberating. It made me drag Steve along with me, until my legs hit the bed, and I fell down. He tumbled after me, using his arms to not crush me.

He looked down at me, searching my eyes for something, and staring back into those blue ones I loved so much made me a little lightheaded. Needing his air, I put my hands around his head and brought him down to my lips, pressing hard, breathing him in. He immediately opened up to me, and our tongues met in a sensual dance. Slowly he kissed me, one hand in my hair, the other softly caressing my face. I let my hands roam his back, feeling the contours of each muscle.

"I fucking love you," I murmured against his lips when the need for air had us separate for a moment.

"Language." He hummed against my cheek. "But I love you too."

As he found my lips again, his body completely covering mine, I felt him not quite soft against my stomach and started rocking my hips. This earned me a groan, and a sensation of him hardening. Instinctively, Steve began grinding back, needing the friction, and his kisses turned more aggressive.

I wrapped my legs around him and rotated my hips, searching for his cock. The moment it made contact with my button, we both gasped into each other. Steve leaned his forehead against mine for a moment, as we revelled in the feeling. Then he began kissing his way down, peppering my jaw, tugging at my hair, leaving wet kisses on my neck.

"Steve, I wanna taste you," I said, even though my hands were holding his head down as he slowly moved down to my breast. It had been too long since I had had in my mouth, and I vowed that I would make up for lost time this weekend. "Please."

He bit down lightly on my nipple, sucking it into his mouth, before rising up. "Since you said please." Then he climbed up my body, his glistening cock dancing in front of him, making me lick my lips. Steve kneeled by my head and I licked the underside of his hard length, making him hiss through his teeth and slam his hands against the wall.

I reached for it, holding it gingerly, and kissed the tip, moaning at the familiar taste of the liquid that was gathering there. Steve looked down at me, and our eyes met as I wet my lips, and kissed it again. My fingers barely touched, only tickled, and I kissed down the underside.

"I missed your mouth," Steve said, his voice strained.

So many missions and so much work, all we had had time for these past weeks, or months, was quickies. I agreed wholeheartedly with his comment, and replied by gently cupping his balls in one hand, and taking my first full taste of his tool. Hollowing my cheeks, I sucked him in once, twice, and Steve's hands fell from the walls and grabbed onto the metal bar headboard. His head fell down between his shoulders, and he hissed, eyes squeezed shut.

"You like this?" I murmured against his length, sliding my lips up and down, occasionally darting my tongue out.

He only made a noise in agreement, and I could tell that he was close already. I wanted it to last a little longer, so I let my hands do most of the work. Moving them gently up and down, letting him rest, calm down a bit.

As I lay there, I admired his body. Muscular thighs on either side of my chest, hard and strained abs leaning over me. Strong shoulders and bulging arms, holding so tight onto the headboard they were shaking slightly. Arms capable of destroying a person with the slightest of effort, and still able to hold me so gently you'd think I was made of glass.

I marvelled at the fact that it was all mine.

"Please." Steve's plea brought me back, and I looked up into his half closed eyes. His entire face spoke of desperation, and I contemplated for a quick second if I should let him suffer a bit longer, but I wanted so badly to feel him come undone in my mouth, to taste him.

"Since you said please," I repeated his own words to him, and flicked my tongue over the head, a harsh breath filling my ears. It was leaking, and I salivated at the taste. I began licking everywhere I could reach, while my thumb massaged the head and my other hand gently massaged his balls. Then I pulled him into my mouth and sucked him in as far as I managed. The bed made a creaking sound, as he gripped that much tighter onto the metal.

I put my hands on Steve's hips, signalling that I was okay with him taking charge, fucking my mouth. And he did. I looked up into his dark blue eyes as he started thrusting slowly, then building up speed. He knew instinctively just how far to push, and I hummed when he hit bottom, swirling my tongue around the head on the way out, our eyes locked. He was getting closer quickly, and when I sensed that he was about to blow, I put my hands around the root and he stilled. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked, jerking with my hand. He struggled to keep still, but then he squeezed his eyes shut and groaned a string of curse words that would make even Tony blush, erupting in my mouth.

It was a big one, and I swallowed as fast as I could, while still trying to savour the taste.

While the aftershocks of Steve's orgasm rode through him, making him twitch between my lips, I moved my hands soothingly up and down his thighs.

Eventually he relaxed under my touch, his length softening as he pulled back slightly and it dropped down onto my chest instead.

"Good one, Captain?"

"Very good, doll." He sighed deeply, looking down at me, smiling. "You look so damn good like that. All flushed, swollen lips. And with a little bit of me –," he reached out and his thumb wiped at something on the corner of my mouth, "– right there."

I grabbed his hand and put his thumb into my mouth, I was greedy after all.

"Oh, baby," Steve groaned. He slid down a bit, his thumb leaving my mouth with a loud pop, then leaned down to kiss me. I could only imagine what I tasted like, as his tongue took control of mine.

I let my hands wander across his chest, lightly scraping my nails across the skin. As he moved to settle his entire body half on top of me, only supported by his elbows on the hard mattress, I let my hands admire his muscular back. Feeling each ripple as he moved against me, then sliding up to tug at his hair. I pulled just hard enough to have him groaning into my mouth.

Steve gave my bottom lip a playful tug with his teeth, then moved to kiss down my chin. "Mmm, thank you," he muttered against me, leaving a wet trail towards my ear, nipping at the lobe. "For bringing me here." He tasted every inch of skin down my neck, across to my shoulder, and back again, then finding that spot, just where neck met collarbone, that had me arching into him.

"Y-yoh welcome," I breathed.

As Steve continued to love my skin, we forgot all about needing a shower. We forgot about everything else, about maybe eating something, or drinking something. All that mattered, was that Steve bit down on my shoulder as he filled me. That he thrust so desperately, and I grabbed onto the headboard to keep from banging my head against it.

It mattered that Steve pounded me with all that his super soldier strength was worth. That I held onto him so hard even he got bruises. And that when he finally came for the second time, he still had me writhing and whimpering and screaming his name, completely at the mercy of his hands and tongue.

It mattered that that metal camp bed proved its worth ten times over. If nothing else on the island could survive a freaking tornado, that bed could.