CHAPTER 1: NEXT TIME

It had been another long day in the SHIELD intelligence department. It hadn't just been a long day; it had been a frustrating one. Fury had called two different meetings and reprimanded him personally for something that wasn't even his fault, and he had to hear about it again. Not only was Fury his manager, there was another manager underneath Fury that gave him orders.

The bureaucracy was making him crazy. There was too much going on constantly. He wondered how anyone could get anything done with all those people lording over them. He was on the edge of breaking a code to a secure facility in Iran when Fury called the second meeting. When he got back to his desk, he couldn't follow the code anymore. It was mumbo jumbo.

Steve sighed as he shut the door to his apartment behind him and just leaned on it. He would have been happy to be home, except that he's be going in for another day tomorrow.

"You should take a vacation," said a gentle female voice from next to him. He would have jumped out of his skin, but it wasn't the first time she had snuck up on him or broken into his apartment. Now his only reaction was the corners of his lips twitching up.

"Hey, Violet," he said, looking at her down his nose. He wasn't sure why she was here this time, and he didn't want to risk an ass kicking. He might have been a super human, but so was Violet. "Whatcha doin' here?"

"Natasha told me Fury was on your case today. I came here to cheer you up." She said running her fingers across the wallpaper, looking at him with genuine sweetness. Her dark hair was down today, and it helped soften her appearance. He wondered vaguely if she was trying to look pretty for him.

"Really?" Asked Steve wondering if this was a trap. "I didn't think you'd be back," he said, explaining his confusion. She had rushed home last time they hung out. A 'hang out' wasn't the way to describe it. More like 'encounter'. An encounter he would never forget.

"I told you I would be," she said, walking into the kitchen in the open concept living area. "I'm going to make you dinner."

Steve smiled. Then shook his head. If she wanted to stay this time, that was her decision. He preferred it that way, but she still scared him a bit. She had ice powers. Well, that's what she called them; 'ice powers.' "It's up to you, girly."

He took off his jacket and watched as she bent over to look in the fridge.

"Hmmm, you don't have a lot of food," she said looking up from the fridge, as he untucked his shirt. She watched as he unbuttoned the crisp white dress shirt, thinking about the last time she had seen Steve. She had ambushed him…

Violet had waited in the shadows until Steve sat down on the couch and turned on the TV before she revealed herself by wrapping her arms around his neck. He grabbed her arm, instinctively protecting himself, pulling her over the couch forcefully. She landed in his lap. He just stared at her as she sat up on his lap.

"Violet, what the hell are you-" Was all he managed to say before she caught his lips with hers. He wasn't sure what to do. He had only been kissed once, and he was still deciding if he should kiss her back or not. Then he decided, why the hell not? Violet was pretty, intelligent, powerful, albeit awkward, she was a hell of a dame. And she was running her hands all over him.

Steve wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her further up onto his lap. She gently ran her nails over his scalp as she took his bottom lip between her teeth. Steve squeezed his eyes shut and moaned. No one had done this to him before, and the discovery of such lusty pain was making him hard. She let go of his lip and began gently licking the inside of his upper lip. The mix of rough and soft had his head spinning, or maybe that was because all of his blood was rushing down instead of up.

Violet could feel him on the backs of her thighs. This hadn't been her intention. She hadn't known that such little play would get him going. She hadn't really touched him and he had barely even touched her. 'Maybe he's not experienced,' the thought occurred to her and she quickly pulled back from him. The look on his face turned from a daze, to a pout. She smiled at that. Then decided to commit to what she had started.

"Wait, wha-" Was all he said before she got her shirt over her head. He looked at her, sitting on his lap in just her skirt and a black lace bra, and couldn't believe his eyes.

"Shhh, Steve. Just relax." She said, soothingly.

She sat patiently while Steve got a long look, then she gently took his hand, and placed it over her breast. He didn't need any more encouragement than that. He felt the softness of her skin, the mesh of the lace, the warmth of her beating heart. Then he squeezed, very, very gently. Her whole body flushed at the tentative gesture. He squeezed again, just a bit harder. She bit her lip and let her head fall to his shoulder, watching him discover her was overwhelmingly sexy.

"You can squeeze harder. I'm not made of glass," she whispered hotly. This time was less like a squeeze and more like a grab, it made her gasp.

"Sorry," he apologized quickly, pulling his hands away.

"No, don't stop. It felt good," she said, moving one of her legs across his lap, straddling him. That took his breath away. He could feel her hot center hovering over his hardness. 'So close,' he thought. "Please, touch me."

He swallowed and nodded, grabbing her breasts again, making her sigh from the pleasure. He noticed that her nipples had hardened and were poking through the flimsy fabric. He decided to pay special attention to them, running his thumbs over them. She moaned and rubbed herself against the bulge in his pants. He bit his lip, hoping not to come.

Her lips met his again as she pushed against him, delving her tongue past his lips, finding his own tongue eager to meet hers. They kissed until they had to breathe, then they kissed again. Steve now pushing up against her as she pushed down, she could feel the friction building, but she had decided tonight would be about him. Pulling back to breathe, she took a good look at him.

His flushed face said to her that he wouldn't be able to take much more. So she got up from his lap, and he made the same pouty face as before. She wondered if he even knew he was making it. Just as he was about to say something, she knelt down in front of him and smiled. His eyes widened. He knew what she was going to do. He had seen this on the internet.

She reached out and grabbed the buckle of his belt, slowly undoing it, brushing his hard cock now and then, sending shivers down his spine. Then she unbuttoned, unzipped, and unclothed him until he was free and she was running her hand up and down his length.

"You don't have t-" Was all he could say before she gently took his tip in her mouth and gave it a little suck. After that, he couldn't think, couldn't speak. He was at her mercy.

She did things to him that he could have never imagined. Before long, he let his head fall back, and put a comforting hand in her hair. It wasn't there to urge her on, or to force himself deeper. She took him in as far as she could, over and over, sucking just enough to keep up the delicious pressure. She got used to the rhythm and relaxed her throat, taking him almost all the way in. Steve groaned. Oh, how she wanted him to make that sound again. She doubled her efforts, and the hand in her hair tightened its grip. That made her wet. Very wet. She sucked even harder, going faster. He couldn't hold on anymore.

"Oh, Violet," he groaned as he spilled into her throat. "Oh, God," he said, taking her from under the arms and lifting her back onto his lap. He held her to his chest as he breathed heavily and his heart slammed against his ribs. She leaned her face on his pecs and sighed happily; he ran his fingers through her hair. It was starting to feel too domestic for her. "That was the most incredible thing I've ever felt."

She smiled, and stood up. His hands tried to follow her, but she broke free.

"Thank you, Violet," he said, feeling her desire to leave now. "Do you want to stay for dinner?"

"Maybe next time," she said, picking up her shirt. His eyebrows shot up.

"Next time?"

She made fried eggs and toast. He really didn't care that it was breakfast food. He didn't have to make it and it was cooked perfectly. For some reason he had trouble with the stove.

He looked up from his eggs and watched Violet wash the frying pan. Violet was a surprising individual. She was resourceful, clever, and… Something else. He didn't want to say 'horny' but that might have been the word. She was forceful in her advances. She wanted things and so she took them. Maybe that was it. She was aggressive.

"Hey, thank you for making this. It's great," he smiled at her. She smiled too. "Why didn't you stay last time?" He asked. 'Why wonder when you can ask?'

"Sometimes I get… Cold." She said, putting the pan in the dish rack.

"I get it," Steve said. Sometimes he just wanted to be left alone. Mostly at work. When he was home, all he wanted was company. He was desperate for company. "Are you gonna stay this time?"

"I think so," she said, hopping to sit up on the counter. He noticed, for the first time, how long her legs were. Stark had made a comment to Steve about Violet's legs and wrapping them around his head. He looked back at his food because he could feel a blush creeping up his face. Conversations with Stark were always horribly embarrassing. Tony found out that talking about sex made Steve nervous, so it was all Tony would talk with him about. And when Steve mentioned hanging out with Violet, Tony started emailing him links to videos… some of them were surprisingly… helpful.

"What's on the agenda tonight?" She asked, breaking him out of his mental tangent.

"Watch a movie, I guess. I'm still catching up on all the blockbusters I missed." He said, hoping his blush had gone away. She smiled with a twinkle in her eye he hadn't seen before. 'Damn,' he thought, 'I'm still blushing.'

Soon they were settled down on the couch watching The Godfather. She laid on her side with her head in his lap, and he played with her hair. It was almost like they were a real couple. Not this weird thing she made them. It really was her choice. He had no say at all. She was fickle, passionate, uninhibited. If he were to start caring for her, he'd end up with a broken heart. He had to stay cold. Like her.

But even sitting there with her dark hair running through his fingers, he could feel himself getting attached. He smiled down at her, knowing she couldn't see him. 'Maybe I can make it work," he thought. 'I am a strategist.'

From the beginning of the movie to the end of it, they stayed like that. Now and then, when the movie got slow he would start thinking. 'Should I make a move? No. She's watching the movie… Maybe she's bored. I'll ask her. No! Dammit, Rodgers. Watch the movie.' When the end credits played she rolled over and looked up at him.

He wanted to kiss her so bad, but he didn't know what to do. She didn't give him much time to think about it.

"So, I gotta go, but I'll see you next time," she said, putting her hand on the back of his neck.

"Next time," he said, smiling.

A/N: Yeah, this is a thing now. I'll pick up on my other fanfic later. And as always, please review!