No Strings

2

You stood under the harsh lights of the training room, looking at your reflection in the mirror standing just in front of the bar that held three hundred pounds. You were debating whether or not to work on squats, you really hadn't felt like working out tonight but with Bucky bringing home another woman you had been serious about not getting any sleep. The dorms were arranged awkwardly, for some reason your room was sandwiched between Bucky's and Steve's with Sam across the hall from you.
Ever since Bucky got his groove back with the women you had spend many restless night listening to the moans and screams coming from his room. You weren't sure how anybody got any sleep but it only seemed to effect you. Sam never brought any women home, he would go back to their place for a night of romancing as he liked to put it. And Steve, in all time you spent at the compound he never brought anybody back to his room or left unless it was for a mission. That however did not meant he was a church mouse.
Once in a while you would hear deep throaty moans come from his room late at night. Most people would be sleeping, but not you, insomnia kept you up most nights. So you heard him as he no doubt took to releasing his own frustrations.
You took a deep breath, quietly wishing you had something other then the gym to pass your time till Bucky tired out his new toy. You heard the door open, and saw Steve walk in through the reflection on the mirror.
"Evening Capt." You grinned, watching as his eyes landed on you.
"You weren't kidding about being in here were you?" He said walking over, you sighed heavily, looking over your shoulder at him.
He had changed since the bar, his jeans were replaced by a pair of deep grey Under Armour sweats. He still had on the crisp white shirt but his chestnut leather jacket was gone now. God even the man dressed down look like something out of Greek literature.
"Afraid not, don't see how anybody gets any sleep when he brings them back." You said, ducking under the weight bar. You shifted to get into stance, placing your hands perfectly while the bar rested on your shoulders. "Spot me?"
He walked over to you, his body standing directly behind yours. Unlike most of the team he didn't bring his hands out to catch the bar, trusting his reflexes would be quick enough should you have any issues.
"Don't think I've ever heard any of the women he's brought home." He replied as you lifted the bar up and over the resting place and taking a step forward so that now the only thing the three hundred pounds was on was your own body.
"Consider yourself lucky, the walls aren't as thick as they should be. I can hear everything." You replied, slowly lowering your body into the squatting posture, Steve's eyes tracking your movements as you did.
"You can?" He raises an eyebrow as you slowly stood back up, feeling the burn in your thighs
"Oh yeah, every scream, muffled talking, moans late at night." You smirked, as his eyes opened wider snapping up to make contact with yours in the mirror. You lowered your body again, watching as your comment sink in. "Don't worry though, I won't tell anybody, self gratification works wonders when there's no one around to help relieve tension."
"Uh, I.. I.." Steve stuttered, blinking hard at your implications. He ran his hand through hair, looking away from you, blush creeping up his cheeks.
"Steve, it's nothing to get flustered over. You jack off, so what, not like I don't get myself off from time to time." You told him, standing back up, you stepped back, placing the weighted bar back in its original place before turning to physically look at him.
Instead of focusing on working out, you just found something better to pass your time with. You smiled over at him as he looked back to you, his eyes racking across your body. You ducked under the bar and stepped toward him, so that you were inches from his body. You could feel the warmth coming from his body, you looked up from his chest meeting his eyes and you bit your bottom lip.
"Do I make you uncomfortable Captain?" You asked with a coy smile, he took a deep breath as he looked down at you.
"No." He replied quickly and licked his bottom lip.
"I'm going to go out on a limb here, and tell me if I'm wrong but you didn't just come down here to see if I was telling the truth about being in the work out room." You mused, cocking your head to the side slightly as you crossed your arms under your breast diverting his eyes downward. You couldn't help the smile that spread across your face knowing that you were getting his attention like this. "You came down here cause you have questions."
"Yes I did." He stated slowly, his baby blues traveling back up to your face.
"Then ask." You said softly, enunciating both words clearly for him.
"How do you do it? Friends with benefits." He took a heavy breath watching your face.
"First I have to find a friend that I like being around, then I have to figure out if he's receptive to the idea." You started to explain, walking around his body, making sure to brush your arm up against his.
"How do you know?" He questioned turning to watch as you walked back over to your gym bag, you grabbed your water bottle and took a long drink. The condensation from the out side dropped down your chest, and a droplet of water snaked it's weigh down between your breast.
"It's by the way he looks at me, for starters if your just friends with someone there are no lingering looks or casual drawn out glances to certain body parts." You smirked setting the bottle down and confidently walking back up to him stopping just short of contact. "When a man is interested he has a certain look in his eye, similar to that of a predator."
"How do you approach the subject?" He asked, his voice was noticeably heavier then it had been moments ago, the color of his eyes darkening as he looked down at you.
"See, that's the thing, I don't. I wait for him to make the first move." You stated, raising your hand and placing your palm on his chest. You could feel the rapid beating of his heart and he didn't pull away. "And there are ways of knowing if woman is interested, and trust me we're all different so it may be hard to figure it out."
"Then how do I ask?" He cleared his throat, breath through slightly parted lips.
"Gotta figure that one out on your own Captain, but I'm sure there is someone in this building more then willing to help you." You patted his chest, and turning away from him.
You decided to let him stew as you grabbed your bag from the table. You could feel his eyes on you as you walked back to the door, you looked over your should him. There was a dark look in his eye as he watched you, his posture rigid. Maybe you had found your new friend from the looks of things. But you liked them dominant, if he had any chance he was going to have to up his game.
"Have a good night Steve." You smirked before walking out the door.