No Strings

3

   It had been a couple days since your talk with the Captain, and you had been busy. Between training, working out, small recon missions you always seemed to have someone around. And it was driving him crazy, he had spent most of that first night thinking over what you had said and strongly contemplated whether or not he could handle a relationship like you had described. Being friends with someone who he could occasionally have sex with. He wasn't going to lie to himself and say that he hadn't found you attractive, in fact he had found you very attractive the first time he had met you.
    You had told him that you let men approach you on the subject, and he had been trying to find a way to talk to you about it but there never seemed to be an opportunity. Just like tonight a small group of you sat around a bonfire enjoying the beginning to the autumn weather. It was the usual suspects, Sam and Bucky, and then you and Natasha. You had a beer in your hand, sitting back in the plastic lawn chair, your face lit up from the fire, and that ever present smirk that usually meant trouble.
    "So Nat, any prospects on the horizon?" You said, she picked at the label on her beer and tossed some of the paper into the fire.
   "No." She replied with a heavy sigh.
    "What about what's his name? The one agent?" Sam asked, suddenly perking up, leaning slightly to the side on the arm of his chair.
    "Yeah, he's to... passive." She stated, bringing the bottle to her lips and taking a swig of it.
     "Thought you'd be into that." Bucky stated, looking over to her.
     "Not in a relationship. Yeah, when on missions I play that dominant role, but outside that." She shrugged, you knew exactly what she meant.
    "You want someone who will take charge." You stated, she looked up across the fire at you, smile spreading across her face as she nodded.
    "Yes, but guys like that.." she smirked over. "Are intimidated by women like us."
     "Like what?" Bucky asked, whipping his head over from you to her, face scrunching up in confusion.
     "Strong, confidant, and sexual women. Men generally don't go after women like us, they want women who are passive to start with." You explained keeping eye contact with her before slowly looking over at the other former assassin.
     "And maybe I'm just speaking for myself, but I want a man to show me he can keep up with me." She added, you turned your attention back to her and raised you beer slightly in her direction.
    "Amen to that sister." You smirked, your eyes drifted over to Steve who had been quiet most of the night.
     He was watching you, and you were sure he had been for a while. You had seen him out of the corner of eye for days now, lingering. From the way he acted you knew he wanted to talk to you and you being the strong independent woman you were decided to make him wait and stew. Prolonging every moment with someone else, watching that hungry look in his eye.
    "We're out." Sam stated holding the empty beer case up.
     "I'll get it." You said softly, locking eyes with Steve before standing and walking back to the back compound door.
    You entered the kitchen and dimmed the lights cause the bright light reflecting off of all the white surfaces hurt your eyes. You walked over to the fridge and pulled a fresh case out, and you could feel the warmth behind you. You grinned to yourself before recomposing yourself and turning.
   Steve was almost flush up against you, his blue eyes biting into you with that hungry look you had grown accustomed to seeing. You actually hadn't expected him to get so close like this.
    "Can I help you Captain?" You asked, tilting your head a bit.
    "I want it." He stated, and even though you knew what he was referring to you still had to make him show you.
     "Tisk, tisk, Steve, you gotta show me." You said in a hushed tone, before starting to step around him.
     He snagged the inside of your elbow roughly and pulled you back in front of him. Your eye brow raised, and you could see him thinking it through again. His eyes dropping to your lips before raising to meet yours again. He released your elbow, and took a small step back.
    "I know you want to." You whispered, stepping up to him, bodies almost touching. His eyes dropped back to your lips, his tongue darting out over his own lip. "But you gotta show me you want it."
    That was all he need, his arm snaked in behind your waist. He pulled you flush against his chest, he was taking his time or stalling, you weren't sure but it was driving you crazy. You hadn't anticipated something so much and yet here you were your heart thudding a bit harder then normal. He leaned in, his lips brushing yours gently, feather light before pulling back. His eyes scanning your face before he his lips crashed back into yours with a hunger that you hadn't felt before.
   For a man who hadn't had any luck with the ladies back in the day, he sure knew what he was doing. His tongue slipped into you mouth, caressing against yours as his arm tightened around you. Heat spread through your body, and it felt like the air was being sucked from the room. His mouth moved against yours with need as he pushed you against the fridge his body never leaving yours.
Your whole body was warm and your nerves were humming by the time he broke the kiss. You looked up into those dark blues as Steve took a step back from you, a slow coy smile pulling at corner of his mouth. You knew when you started this you had been in control, watching him flounder at the thought of sex without attachment but now, after that kiss.
He managed to gain the upper hand, he had you wanting more, you wanted to kiss him again. You wanted to feel that mouth in other wonderful, sinful and delightful places. Yet all he could was smirk, something you didn't see Steve do all that often. It looked hella sexy on him, there was a mischievous glint in his eye to top it off.
"Fuck." You whispered, it was that moment Bucky choose to walk in. Steve kept his gaze on you as the Cold War Relic walked in, grabbing the six pack from your hand.
"How long does it take to grab a case?" Bucky snarked, brushing past Steve on his return trip out. "You comin' punk?"
"I'll be out in minute, Buck." Steve replied, his eyes never wavering from you.
Steve walked back to you the minute Bucky walked out of the room, his hot full lips greeted yours once more. His fingertips gripping your hips tight as he pressed you up against the fridge. And just soon as he did he turned and left, taking with him any rational though you had.