Pairings: Steve Rogers x Unknown Female
Words: 3705
The bright sun woke me on Saturday morning. Either that, or the furious roar from my stomach. We hadn't eaten anything except for some freeze-dried food stored on the Quinjet, and after an evening of strenuous activity, we had fallen right asleep.
I rolled around, ignoring the hollow feeling in my stomach for the moment, expecting to lay my head down on Steve's warm chest, but my arm fell flat against the mattress and my head snapped up. "Cap?"
There was no answer, but I heard his muffled voice from outside. It sounded like he was talking to someone, but without a replying voice. I groaned. He was on the fucking phone, most likely with someone at S.H.I.E.L.D.
"Damn him."
I tossed the sheets aside and rolled out of bed, and feeling confident that we were all alone on the island, I strode out naked. His eyes bulged out and he stuttered a bit. "N-no, yeah, sorry, Nat. I just saw – never mind. But, if Tony can find –"
I snatched the phone out of his hand before he could finish. "Natalia Alianovna Romanova," I said sternly. "What Steve just saw, was his girlfriend stark naked, just a little bit annoyed that he's taking work calls on our weekend away. And you're enabling him. Now, I'm gonna change his security code and turn the phone off, so I can enjoy his delicious body undisturbed for a few days. If the apocalypse comes, only contact us when the world's minutes away from ending and you're two hundred percent sure that it can only be saved if Steve and I join the fight. Only then. Director Fury knows where we are and how to contact us. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go have a large breakfast, and then I'm going to fuck him."
As I went to hang up, I heard her peals of laughter through the speaker. Steve's face and torso was tomato red as he stared in disbelief at me.
"I'm serious, Steve." I pressed away at his phone, changing the security code. "We're going to completely forget about the world and everyone else for a few days. We deserve it. I've turned my phone off, and now," I pressed and held the lock button, "yours is off too, and only I can access it. I'll change your code back when we go home. If they really need us, they'll get through."
Steve stared at me, his eyes narrowed. Anyone else might be scared by his expression, but I knew him and exactly what was going on behind those blue eyes.
Sure enough, as I held out the phone for him to take back, he instead grabbed me around the waist and hoisted me up on his shoulder, giving me a brilliant view of his ass just barely covered by his low hanging shorts. I squealed loudly as he carried me inside, one hand firm on my ass, the other dangerously high on my thighs.
"Put me down!" I managed to say through my laughter.
And he did put me own – tossed me down on the bed and jumped in after me, leaning threateningly over me. "You deserve punishment for that, agent." He let his hands wander up from my waist, past my breasts, guiding my arms up and above my head, where he locked my wrists in his larger hand. His phone fell from my hands, tumbling behind and under the bed.
Steve pressed his lips to my shoulder, biting softly, and I mewled in response. "Baby, as much as I want this..." He ground his barely clad hips into my naked ones and I barely managed to continue. "I really need to eat first." My stomach conveniently chose that moment to rumble again, and Steve fell down over me, laughing.
"I guess we did forget about that yesterday." He spoke against my collarbone, the movement of his lips against my skin almost making me forget about food.
"I need my proteins and carbs if I'm gonna keep up with you, soldier."
The peace of the island was starting to get to Steve, and as we sat on the grass just outside the cabin after breakfast, I could tell he was finally starting to allow himself to relax.
The Captain Steve Rogers I got to know through my work for S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers was always on guard, looking over his shoulder, smile never reaching his eyes, always on to help keep the world safe. The Steve Rogers I fell for, was the man I saw in those rare moments when he smiled with his entire face, when he laughed from deep in his belly, when he was himself from top to bottom. The man who had seen so much, experienced so much, with all the world's worries on his shoulders, yet still remained so kind, caring and good, full of love and courage, and even found it in his heart to love me.
That guy I fell for, he was coming back to me out there on the grass outside the cabin on The 815.
I sighed with contentment as I looked at him. He was leaning back slightly, his face turned to the sky, eyes closed, taking in the sun. His hair looked much brighter and the warm light that filtered down through the canopy danced on his skin.
"What are you looking at?" he asked, eyes still closed facing the sky.
"You," I replied unabashedly.
"Like what you see?"
"It's okay."
Steve opened his eyes and looked at me, his eyebrows raised. Before he got the chance to say anything, I stood up, wrenched off the oversized t-shirt I wore and held out my hand for him.
"Come on, handsome. Let's go to the beach."
"Wearing that?"
I looked down at myself, then held out my arms, presenting myself. "You don't like it, soldier?"
The look he gave me made my spine tingle, and I felt a blush rising from my naked toes and up to the top of my head, with nothing to hide it except a pair of black hipsters. I marvelled at the fact that he could still make me blush.
"Oh, I like it very much, doll," Steve drawled and rose slowly, taking two deliberate steps, and looking down at my body, his breath fanning across my face.
"It's not like there's anyone else here," I said a lot more confidently than I felt. I wanted nothing more than to push him down again and ride him on the grass. "I was planning for us to go naked. I'm gonna tan naked anyway."
I saw Steve swallow a groan, but then he shook his head. "Is that really necessary, doll? I know we're alone, but aren't there... Satellites that can spy on us?"
I laid a finger on his chest, drawing circles. "First of all, you think S.H.I.E.L.D. haven't made sure no satellites can find this place? No way is FBI or DHS or anyone going to find this. Second," I stepped closer, let both my hands wander to the waistband of his shorts and teasing the skin above it and spoke while looking up at him through my lashes. "I don't like tan lines."
Before he had the chance to react, I hurried into the cabin to grab a blanket and a book, and headed in direction of the beach, swaying my hips deliberately. I was going to get him naked before we had to go back. Naked and out in the open.
The beach wasn't far from the cabin, and the shadowy trees and shrubbery soon thinned out in favour of a cove, with white sand, brilliant sun and bright blue water. It was hard to imagine that this was really a military installation and not a first-class holiday resort.
I laid out the blanket right in the middle of the beach and dropped the book onto it, before standing and taking in the view. There was nothing but the ocean as far as the eye could see, and it made me feel so peaceful. There was no wind, but the water wasn't still, slowly – very slowly – it lapped at the sand, inviting me to go dip my feet in. So, I did.
It was the perfect temperature. I walked until I was ankle deep, which was pretty far out. I was just about to call out to see if Steve was coming, when his arms wrapped around me from behind.
"I didn't hear you," I said, leaning my head back onto his shoulder. I sighed, when I noticed he had put on a t-shirt.
"I'm stealthy," he replied right next to my ear, and it made me shiver. His hands moved up my stomach and traced the bottom of my breasts, not stealthily at all.
"Really, Captain?" I whispered.
"I'm starting to appreciate you in this little clothing surrounded by this view." He was pressing his lips to my neck as he spoke and I moved a hand to his hair, carding through the blond tresses. I hummed in appreciation of his words and what his lips was doing to me.
"Wanna go for a swim?" I asked, hoping I could get him to fuck me in the water.
Steve slowly withdrew from me and started walking back up to the blanket I had laid out. "I wanted to go look around a bit," he said. "Unless there are areas they don't want us to see?"
I turned around and squinted up at him. "Shouldn't be, or they'd have demanded you get a memory wipe too." I wasn't about to let him leave without a fight, so I shimmied out of my underwear, fished them out of the water and tossed them up towards the blanket. Then I turned towards the vast ocean and began walking further out. When the water was halfway up my thighs, I turned my head back to see him still standing there, staring at my ass. "Are you sure you don't want to join me for a swim?"
His eyes snapped up to meet mine, and there was a faint blush on his face. "I'm not going to let you tempt me away from the chance to see what's here."
"You're no fun, Captain." I pouted and took slow steps further out, feeling the water reach my folds.
"Later, doll, I promise." I could hear the strain in his voice as he called out to me, and I was glad he was affected.
"Have fun," I called out before I jumped and dived into the water. When I resurfaced a few breaths later and looked back to the beach, Steve was gone.
After taking several laps and dives, I had wandered back to my blanket and laid down. I had picked up the book and began reading, but the story hadn't excited me, so had put it down and glanced at the cloudless sky, while the sun licked my skin.
I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I remember was a warm hand laying down right below my navel and a sweet warm breeze fanning across my face. Wearily, I opened my eyes, seeing Steve's face hover above me, something mischievous in his eyes. He had laid down next to me on the sand, leaning his head on his elbow. The t-shirt from earlier was gone, just a pair of dark blue shorts on him.
"You still haven't received your punishment from this morning, agent."
I chose to ignore him, knowing it would annoy him. "Did you have fun exploring?"
Steve straightened up a bit, towering threateningly over me. "You knowingly obstructed a mission. You were disrespectful to a superior officer."
I grinned at him. "I know. What do you intend to do about it?"
He moved closer to my face. "You will be punished for your disobedience." His hand pressed harder down on my lower abdomen, and I felt my core pulsate at the action, anticipating what he would do.
To annoy him even more, I laid my hands casually under my head, and gazed expectantly up at him. "Do your worst, Captain."
He gazed into my eyes for a long moment, before he bowed and bit down on my shoulder. I gasped in surprise. He slid his hand further down, and his middle finger dipped in.
"Already?" He chuckled against my skin, dropping character for a moment. "My naughty little agent." His hand moved, opening me up and letting his middle finger slide right over my clit, causing my hips to arch off the ground and my hands to reach for him, needing to touch him.
"Don't," Steve almost snapped, moving his fingers in slow circles around my clit. "You're to lie completely still."
I lifted my arms above my head again, clasping my hands together. This brought Steve's attention to my chest, and he bent to flick his tongue over one taut pebble. I barely kept still, and before I lost my mind – and my breath, I had to ask about the flicker of a coherent thought that came to me. "What happened to not wanting me walking naked to the beach, but now you're fingering me right here in the open instead?"
In reply, Steve tweaked my clit between two fingers and sucked my nipple hard between his lips, causing me to choke on my breath and shudder. "Damn it, Steve."
"It's Captain to you." His voice vibrated against my chest.
Ever closer he circled, torturously slow. Building me up. He knew exactly how my body worked, and while he could have held me there on the edge for hours, he flicked just hard enough, causing the dam to burst and me to moan towards the sunny skies. He kissed my exposed neck as the orgasm washed through me.
When I came down from the high, Steve didn't let me have even a second to breathe, and pushed one finger inside, as deep as he could. Adding a second as he began fucking me, his thumb hitting the button on each thrust.
It was almost too much. While Steve had done this to me many times, it was the added atmosphere of being on this beautiful island, and right here in the open, that had me on the edge already, and I arched and wriggled, my hands grabbing his arm and pushing his head harder down on my chest, silently begging him to go harder, rougher, faster.
"I told you to lie still, agent," Steve commanded sharply. I took several deep breaths, letting my hands fall to the ground, stilling my body to the best of my ability.
"It's your fault I can't keep still." I looked defiantly up at him.
His fingers stopped moving inside me, digits pressed to that single spot. My entire soul was screaming for him to rub just there, but I kept quiet. "Shut your smart mouth, or I won't let you suck my cock later." He was talking through gritted teeth, face so close to mine I could feel the rush of air and slight spit on my face.
Not even blinking, I shot right back. "Isn't that gonna be worse for you than for me?"
Steve pulled his fingers out and I felt suddenly cold and empty. He grabbed my chin, glaring down at me. I could smell my arousal on his fingers. "I know how much you love my cock, agent. You love sucking it more than I love your hot mouth on it. You'd fucking eat my cock for dinner every day if you could. Isn't that right, agent?"
I wanted to deny it, to lie, just to see what he would do, but the thought of tasting him again... "Yes, Captain. I love your cock. I'll be good if you'll let me suck it later. I promise."
A triumphant smirk crossed his lips, and he pressed them roughly against mine, his hand tightening around my chin to make me pucker up. He forced his tongue into my mouth, making me moan into him in welcome, and completely forget the emptiness between my thighs. As if I wasn't wet enough already, he dominated my mouth so good I felt like I was melting into the blanket. It took a great effort not to card my fingers through his hair, pressing him to me.
Having thoroughly bruised my lips, Steve let go of my jaw and grabbed my hands, gathering them above my head. "I can feel them twitching. Keep them still." Holding both wrists firmly in one hand, he hovered above me, his lips tasting the skin on my chin, moving downwards, sucking and nibbling and leaving bruises, his other hand roughly kneading my breast.
Steve moved lower and lower, having to let my hands go, leaving a trail of wet fire down my body. Pressing my breast together, flicking his tongue over each nipple, and then biting, just on the right side of painful. When I moaned in pleasure, he moved on, not letting me have one good thing for too long. He was merciless. Soon down to circle my bellybutton, hands gripping my hips hard.
And then he was there. One long lick, and I was right back at the edge again. He sucked my clit hard and pushed his thumb into me, and I tumbled right over.
"Steve," I cried, trembling all over from trying to keep still and not push his pretty face into my centre or wrap my thighs around his neck. He gently licked me through it, with slow short strokes, making it last until I was almost too sensitive to take any more.
But that's when he upped the ante.
"You can do one more, agent," he spoke right against my clit, the deep bass rumbling through my core.
"No no no, not right now," I begged, shrinking away from him.
"I know you can. I'm gonna make you beg for one more."
Steve meant business and he knew exactly what he was doing. Letting my clit rest, he plunged his tongue inside me. Slowly building me up, my moans reverberating off the tree line behind us. Unable to lie completely slack, I planted my feet in the sand, dug my heels down and grabbed fistfuls of sand.
When I was right at the edge again from just his tongue fucking me, he moved on to my clit. Lavishing my button, going at it until I was at the edge, again.
He switched between fucking me with his tongue and fingers, and kissing and sucking and licking my poor clit, keeping me there on the precipice for what felt like ages. I was squirming under his firm hands, the blanket bunching up under my back, my hands in the sand, and making noises I didn't even know I could make. It was getting unbearable, and I was begging as if my life depended on me coming. And it probably did.
"Please, Steve," I panted, tears falling down into the sand. "Let me come."
"Do you really deserve it? After what you did today?" His voice vibrated against my core, making me groan in dissatisfaction.
"Please. I... anything." And I wasn't lying. Sand was clinging to my sweat drenched naked body, my heart was beating a violent tattoo in my chest, the sound pounding inside my head. My entire body was high strung and I was so close to snapping in two. I needed that release so bad, and if Steve didn't give it to me soon, I was going to bite his dick clean off.
"Have you learned your lesson, agent?" His hands were firm on my hips, keeping that part of me still, while he licked a long stripe, the tip of this tongue dipping into me and roughly pressing until it flicked over my clit. "Have you learned not to disrespect your superiors?" He sucked my clit into his mouth. "Have you learned to not obstruct a mission?" He blew cold air against my dripping core, making goose bumps erupt all over my body, despite the burning hot sun and my burning hot body.
"Yes, yes, yes," I choked hoarsely. "Please."
Steve hummed against me, considering. I wasn't going to make it. I would surely die before he let me come. I was sobbing hard when he finally put pressure in all the right places, two fingers curling against that spot, lips pulling at my clit, his tongue flicking over it, and the coil snapped.
Not even the hand still on my hips could keep me down as I arched off the ground, screaming out my release, birds fluttering in fright from the trees. I didn't know up from down or left from right, my entire world narrowed down to the explosion of feelings at the centre of my body. Steve gently coaxed me on, humming appreciatively, drawing it out and lapping up everything my body offered him.
Eventually, it released me, and I started to fall back down to earth. Steve climbed up my body and pulled me into his arms, tucking my head under his chin. "I've got you, honey. I've got you." He stroked my hair, drawing soothing circles on my back as my breath normalized. "You did good, doll."
Limply, I began wiping at my tears and sweat stained face, but my hands were covered in sand. Steve swatted them away and pulled the hair away from my forehead. His warm palm moved over my face, thumb wiping carefully below my eyes.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
I smiled and nodded. "Perfect." My voice was hoarse from the screaming and begging.
Steve pulled me close again, kissing my lips, my nose and my forehead. I could feel him straining inside his shorts, and I couldn't wait to return the favour. But I needed rest first. I felt sleep pull at my eyes, but before I succumbed, I asked the question he had denied me the answer to earlier. "Did you have fun exploring?"
Steve was quiet for a while, I could almost hear the gears turning in his head, and it was making me a little anxious about what he had found. Finally, he spoke. "Ever been to Tahiti?"