The first part of this chapter needs a smut warning. Skip to the second part if needed.
When they finally arrived at the cabin, Leshia was asleep, again. Brock gently shook her. "We're here." He smiled as she yawned.
As her husband went to get their bags, Leshia looked around the cabin. It was cute, small, but quaint. She was surprised it belonged to Jack Rollins. Her husband's best friend was a bit of a brute and she wouldn't expect something so beautiful to belong to him. The cabin was a single story home, surrounded by trees with only the single access road breaking the privacy of the forest. She followed Brock up to the house and waited for him to unlock the door. He dropped the bags next to the door before hugging Leshia from behind.
"Home sweet home." He nuzzled her neck gently, relishing in the scent of his wife. He loved everything about her, from her light blonde hair, to her innocent demeanor. He loved how she still had trouble using some technologies and didn't recognize basic pop culture. He wondered if that's why she and the Captain became fast friends. He loved how she would shrink into him because she trusted him to protect her from anything. No one had ever seen him as a protector before, always a force, a killer. He smiled as Leshia turned her head to kiss him softly.
Leshia found herself turned around, her soft chest pushing against Brock's hard, sculpted one. She allowed him entrance into her mouth and he plunged his tongue in, greedily tasting her as he massaged her own tongue with his. "Bedroom?" She said as they broke apart for air.
Brock laughed as he allowed himself to be led to the bedroom. Once inside, he pushed his wife onto the bed before climbing on top of her. He began kissing her heatedly again. They both moaned as she ground against him after a few moments. "Leesh." He groaned, savoring the feeling. He began to trail kisses down her neck until the color of her dress hindered his movements. "Off." He sat up, still straddling her as he unbuttoned the top portion of her dress and lifted the bottom of the bunched fabric over her head.
He resumed kissing her neck and Leshia could help a moan as his fingers trailed her rib cage. She felt him pull the cups of her bra down, forcing her breasts to push up against the cold, cabin air. She didn't feel the cold air long before Brock captured one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard for a few seconds. "Oh god." Leshia pulled at Brock's hair as he sucked her sensitive buds. She could feel Brock smirk as he lightly bit the first nipple before moving on to the other. He massaged her abandoned breast, squeezing the nipple between his rough, calloused fingers. He raised his head and smirked at the look on Leshia's face as he blew carefully on the wet nipple he'd just abandoned. She bucked into him at the sensation and felt the hard member graze her thigh.
She turned Brock onto his back with as much force as she could muster. She knew that if he hadn't wanted to be moved, he wouldn't have allowed her to. She straddled him as she pulled at his shirt and tossing it to the side of the bed carelessly. She trailed her nails down his hard, muscled chest before getting to his pants. She gently flicked the button open and slowly unzipped the pants, as she went to pull them down, she felt herself be flipped once again and found herself again on her back. She giggled but gasped as Brock entered her roughly with two fingers. "Brock." She felt him bush against the little bundle of nerves near her entrance. "Oh Brock." She felt his lips attach to her neck, sucking, sure to leave marks the next day.
"God, you're wet." He pulled his fingers out before replacing them with his rock hard member. He set a slow pace, rolling his hips into Leshia as she bit down on his neck, trying to suppress the moaning. She'd always liked to be a silent lover but he always made it his mission to have her moaning loudly by the end of their sessions. He felt her tightening slightly and he stopped for a moment, wanting to savor whatever moments they had left together.
"Brock." She tried to resume his movements by rocking against him but he placed a strong hand on her pale, flat stomach, pushing her down, not allowing her to move. She gasped at the pressure she felt just from his hand. "Brock, please." She whined against him and he gasped as she twisted. The sensation made him lose control and he began pounding into her. She felt his balls slap against her as he buried himself completely inside of her and gasped as his fingers found her again, twisting at the small bundle of nerves, causing her to fall over the edge and shutter. As Brock felt her inner walls tighten, he quickly followed suit, cumming inside his wife.
Normally after sex, he'd get up, clean them both up, but he felt his chest tighten as he rolled them so that he was on his back with her on top of him, his member still inside her. She hummed tiredly as he grabbed the blanket to pull over her back and buried his face in her neck, smelling her sweet scent one last time.
He woke up sometime in the middle of the night and immediately sat up, not feeling Leshia on him anymore. "Leesh?" He spoke softly.
"Hey, babe." She smiled softly as she slipped on a shoe. "Go back to bed, I didn't mean to wake you."
"What are you doing?" He frowned when he saw her dressed.
"I'm just going to grab my phone from the car." She leaned over the bed and kissed him. "I have to charge it so I can call Jack and thank him for letting us use the cabin."
He tightened his arms around her, not wanting her to leave for a myriad of reasons. "Stay. I'll call Rollins when we get back." Rollins was likely dead with the fall of SHIELD and revelation of Hydra, and it was likely they'd never go back to their apartment, at least not together.
"I want to." She laughed and pecked his lips lightly. "I also have a present for you." She smiled secretively, relived that Brock finally let her up.
"What is it?"
"You'll have to wait and see. Go to sleep, I'll be back in a few minutes."
"Fine." Brock leaned back tiredly. He watched as Leshia walked away, knowing he wouldn't sleep until she was back in bed with him.
Leshia quietly closed the door, hoping Brock would fall back asleep. He'd always worked such long, hard hours. She understood he had to go away on trips, and it allowed her to do things she'd rather her husband not know about. She opened the car door and grabbed her phone and turned it back on. She ignored a few news updates, but frowned when she saw nearly a dozen missed calls, a few from Steve, a few from unknown numbers, and even from other associates of Brock's. She hoped everything was okay. His phone must have been off if they were calling her to reach him. She dialed Jack first, wanting to thank him before her battery died. When he didn't answer, she frowned but left a message. "HI Jack, it's Alisha. I just wanted to thank you for the getaway." She smiled. "When we get back, I'll make you any dinner, your choice." She hung up and called Steve next. Her sheltered upbringing caused her to lack a lot of common knowledge, and while it amused Brock to no end, it was nice that Steve and she were both learning things together. While Brock was away, she'd gone to the Captain America exhibit with Steve. Sometimes they rented movies, sometimes Brock recommended a new type of food for them to try. It was nice, and Steve was a good friend. She shouldn't have left without calling him. She didn't remember any plans with him, however.
"Leshia?" Steve's voie echoed through the phone with an odd tone. "Leshia are you alright?"
"I'm fine, Steve." She laughed. "Brock and I just went away for a few days for our anniversary—"
"Leesh, where are you?" Steve rarely interrupted her.
"Steve, what's wrong?"
She heard him speaking to someone faintly in the background. "Leshia, have you seen the news?"
"What? No." She scoffed. "I should really get back inside—"
"Leesh, dont hang up." His desperate voice was colored with a commander's. "Alisha, SHIELD is down. Brock is dangerous."
"What?" Her mouth dropped as she glanced at the dark cabin in front of her. "That's not possible."
"Do you know what Hydra is?"
"The monster or the organization?" She spoke numbly, wondering why Steve was so worried.
"The organization."
"Of course…we learned about as kids. We learned about it at that exhibit we went to last week."
"They're back. They were in SHIELD."
"How?"
"Brock was one of them." Alisha was silent. She couldn't believe Steve. Her husband would never…"Alisha?" Steve's voice broke her out of her thoughts.
"It's true, I'm sorry. He attacked me, he's on the run. You're on the run." He amended. "I'm gonna send you a picture, proof, when we hang up. But stay where you are, Nat and I are coming to get you."
"What?"
"Alisha, don't leave. We'll be there in ninety minutes. Don't let Rumlow know that you know. We're coming to get you to safety."
"Okay." She didn't know what else to say. Her husband was some sort of terrorist. How had she not known?
"Leesh, I know this is hard. Are you okay?" Steve hoped that the Brock he knew hadn't changed enough to hurt Alisha, but he couldn't be sure.
"Yeah." She shook her head. "I should go."
"Be safe."
"Steve?"
"Yeah?"
Her voice cracked. "Please hurry."
"Just breathe. He won't hurt you." He hoped he wasn't lying as he hung up.
