Just because :-)
Disclaimer: I don't own Steve Rogers, or marvel (sadly)
She did not get school girl crushes, at least that was what she kept telling herself every time she caught herself glancing in the direction of a certain Captain. She was a grown woman, crushes were for little girls in pretty dresses and pig tails.
So why was it every time she caught his eye she had to turn away and do her best to ignore the butterfly's in her stomach and fight down the flush in her cheek?
Of course Steve Rogers was a good looking man, any woman that denied it was blind or stupid, and he had a certain old fashioned charm that would make plenty of women go week at the knees.
It was the way he caught her eye though, the glint behind those blue eyes that told her he knew exactly the effect he was having on her and he was enjoying it. That had only fuelled the damn butterfly's. After all what a delicious thought that was, the so called virtuous Steve Rogers knew exactly what he was doing to her insides.
It was her own doing of course, she'd been flirting with him for weeks, ever since she'd caught him staring at her backside she had taken every opportunity to try and embarrass Americas favourite super soldier.
She'd managed to make him blush once or twice to her satisfaction. Then he'd flirted right back, that had thrown her of kilter, and stirred up the first of those damn butterfly's.
It wasn't that She was in the gaggle of women that were convinced he was a complete novice where women were concerned, after all he was a man, an incredibly selfless, very good looking man who had spent almost a year with mostly women for company. She had no doubt that he had experience with women. She just hadn't expected him to know how to push her buttons quiet as well as he was, which made it seem all the more naughty.
He seemed to pick his moments carefully though, like half an hour ago on the elevator. It had just been the two of them and then suddenly the entire space filled up and she'd found herself with her back to the glass, her throat tightening as the good captain chose that moment to look her over, discretely, practically undressing her with his eyes."you should where a skirt more often agent it suits you." The words were softly spoken in her ear, his breath tickling the top of her neck as he spoke, she didn't know how she kept her face motionless because it was taking every ounce of strength not to rip his damn uniform of of him right there and then.
So now she was stuck in a meeting, trying desperately hard to concentrate on what was being said all the while fantasising about taking Steve Rogers right on the desk, and all the while he kept shooting her a combination of filthy, smouldering looks and small smirks. He knew exactly what he was doing, the bastard.