A/N: I've gone back and forth all week as to whether I'd post this or not. I've never written a love scene, or at least I haven't published one. Been trying to work on a Honeymoon story for my usual headverse, might or might not ever post that. :D

I suppose to some this might be T (at least judging by what I've read here on FFN & over at AO3) but to me it is M. I don't think it's too smutty. It would be boring if it was, I'd probably get all technical. ;D

Thanks for the reviews and follows and likes on the other chapter one. As I said there, there will be two stories so people who don't like to read love scenes don't have to. There is a bit of conversation in here that won't probably be covered in the last chapter, but I don't know as you have to read it to get the pillow talk later. :)

Please R&R.

He lowered his hands to grasp her hips and pull her up to him. She gasped against his lips and wrapped her legs around him, then he turned and carried her into the bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he kept her on his lap then slipped his hands up under her top, taking a brief leisurely pleasure in the feel of the skin on her back before grabbing the hem and pulling the shirt up over her head.

There was the brief flash of panic in her eyes, but he held her gaze and ran his hands over her scars to assure her, then it was gone, replaced with a look of desire that he hoped they'd finally be able to fulfill tonight.

She ground her hips into his and he moaned against her lips as he reached around to unclasp her bra. She didn't pull away from his mouth as he slid the lace off her body and replaced it with his hands. He'd been here several times but he couldn't foresee it ever getting old.

He enjoyed the hitch in her breath as he rubbed his thumbs across the nubs and they hardened. She ground against him again and Steve fell back on the bed as he twisted himself to land over her.

She reached up and began to unbutton his shirt as he teased and nipped at her lips. Holding himself up on one arm, he explored her body with his free hand, experimenting to find her reaction, where she was most sensitive, what made her heart race faster. When she finished with the buttons, he stood and took the shirt off, dropping it to the floor next to the bed.

He watched her smirk at him now that he had only his undershirt on and he laughed.

"Gonna go all fan-girl on me?" he asked.

"Don't know," she said, raising an eyebrow. "Still look as good as you did the first time."

Steve pulled the shirt up over his head, then reached down and grabbed her hand and brought her up to her knees on the mattress.

"That was your first mistake," he said and placed a hard kiss on her lips.

"What? Being drunk when you stopped by that night?" she asked him as he moved his kisses to the column of her neck.

"You never would have told me about that "fan-girl" thing if you hadn't been," he told her, sliding his hands down her back to the waistband of her pants.

"You figured out from that, that I liked you?" she asked incredulously as she pulled her head back to look at him.

Steve moved his hands around Maria's waist to the front of her pants then undid the snap and slowly pulled down the zipper.

He shook his head.

"No," he said. "That's when I learned that you have superpowers."

Maria laughed heartily and shook her head.

"What are you talking about?" she furrowed her brow at him, her smile making him feel things he had never suspected he was capable of feeling.

"You have the power to make me laugh, and, better, to not take some things so seriously," he said.

"And here I thought you were just trying to get me drunk that night so you could take advantage of me," she told him in mock seriousness.

"Well, had I known how interested you already were," he said, but her look of disbelief caused him to stop, then chuckle.

He raised his hands to her face, then kissed her softly.

"I've missed you so much, Maria," he said, and rested his forehead to hers.

She was quiet a moment, then he felt her hands at his hips again, then her strong, thin fingers begin to undo his pants. Within seconds his body began to feel like it was burning again.

They fell back to the bed and, somehow, between kisses, and touches, and lingered explorations, they managed to get their clothes off. As Steve stepped over to pull the condom out of his pants pockets, he glanced back at her face. She threw him a wry smile.

"Pretty confident, Captain," she said and her eyes swept his body in a way that made Steve feel as if he was being touched by her hands.

He shook his head.

"Just hopeful," he smiled.

Then he slowly took in her body. She was as beautiful as he remembered. Her scars took nothing away from that beauty, Steve had always thought they'd enhanced it, revealing to him her strength.

Finally he asked the question that had been in the back of his mind since they'd been hiding out and planning their attack before the Triskelion.

"Which one is it?" he asked, trying to keep his voice calm.

She knew what he was asking. In the bunker, before the attack on the Triskelion Natasha had told him that Maria had taken a bullet for Sitwell and that the two had once been close. Maria had overheard their conversation and a lesser woman than Natasha would have withered under Maria's glare.

Maria pointed to small, white, puckered scar on the right side of her abdomen. Then Steve leaned down and placed his lips to the old wound. He felt her convulse, and lingered to give her time to recover from the emotion. He knew Maria didn't like anyone, even him, to see her cry, and he would not demand that right from her.

When she touched his head he lifted himself back over her and kissed her. She removed the condom from his hand and guided him onto his back. Raising herself over him she put her hand between them and took him in hand.

Steve gasped at the touch, then groaned as she started a steady rhythm. It didn't take long for him to harden again. It didn't hurt that her lips and teeth were tugging at his own nipples.

"Maria," Steve's voice hissed through his teeth. "Please."

"Sure you're ready for this?" Maria laughed and her breath against his chest shot more pleasure through him.

"Please," he was almost ready to beg.

She smirked at him as she pulled herself up and began to open the condom.

"Is that all you have to say?"

She was going to drive him mad, but this was a good crazy. And he wanted this crazy badly.

He pretended to think a moment then said, "Now."

She slid the condom over him then moved to shift away from him onto her back, but he pulled her back over him.

"I want to watch you," he said, his voice barely recognizable to himself at this point.

She leaned down to kiss him, then shifted herself again, this time to take him in. Steve watched her face, then ran his eyes down her body to where they were joined, then back up. He'd never seen this look of deep pleasure and enjoyment on her face. To know he was the one that put it there made his own pleasure deeper. He watched her, caressing her breasts, arms, back, face, whispering her name, words of passion and desire, until his own need began to consume him.

Hands on her hips, he quickly lost all control, all sense of time or reason. It took forever, yet no time at all, then Steve's world exploded into stars and he was momentarily blinded. Maria wrung him out before she collapsed onto him.