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A.N. This chapter has a lemon at the bottom so if that's not your scene, skip it. I don't have a set schedule for updates regarding this story. I usually write when the mood strikes, but this story seems to be taking over my thoughts. Thank you for all the reviews, follows and favorites. It's been one of the best gifts a nerdy girl could ask for. Enjoy!

The days after Clint's departure came and went. Christmas was uneventful, even more so to Stephanie because she decided as a gift to herself this year, not to go to her mother's house for dinner. So, instead, she spent a quiet night at home with Rex, a meatball sub and a box of wine that was on sale at the grocery store when she went to pick up some tasty cakes after a disastrous FTA pick up two nights prior. Needless to say, she had the mother of all hangovers the next day and refused to move from her spot on the couch until the construction crew decided to stop using the jackhammer on her skull.

Hector knew what she was getting up to and dropped by that afternoon with the 'cure'. He stayed with her until some color infused itself back into her cheeks. When she could sit up without wanting to vomit, he made his way to the door calling out to her over his shoulder that he would be back the next day.

True to his word, Hector showed up with Ram in tow and they sat around and caught up for a few minutes before they dove into a heavier topic. Ranger.

"I don't know what you guys want to hear. I already told you what happened between us. Why are you diving into it again?" she asked, exasperated at being, what felt like, interrogated.

"Bomber, we're sorry for beating the dead horse about this, but with the way he was acting last week after Barton kissed you, there has to be something you forgot," Ram hedged, hating doing this to his sister, but not sure what was going on with Ranger and that alone had him on edge.

He remembered what Steph was like after she told Ranger to find someone else to be his bed partner. Hector was on night shift, watching the monitors, when he saw Steph's car still sitting at a local bar. Hector called Ram and Ram drove over to see what was going on. It was a couple of months after she was kidnapped or more importantly, had watched her father take his last breath in front of her and he wasn't sure if it was all finally catching up to her.

The look in her eyes when he got to the bar had his heart breaking. When she spilled everything that transpired between her and Ranger earlier that night, he was livid. Fucking Ranger. Everyone knew Ranger was in love with her, but he kept pushing and pulling, until she finally had enough. The only problem was that it happened at a cost to her own self worth. Now, she doubted herself and whether she could be seen for anything other than sex. Who could blame her, really? She caught her boyfriend with another woman and her supposedly 'best friend' took what he needed from her and went on his merry way.

Ram growled at the memory. She didn't need any more shit on her plate. Shaking his head, he listened as she told them, once again, everything that happened.

"There wasn't any reason for him to flip out. I'm moving on. It's what he wanted from me. What he told me to do."

"Jesus, we're dumb," Ram groaned, dragging his hand down his face. Steph just cocked an eyebrow at him as if saying, "What's different?" Ram smirked at her knowingly and looking forward to her reaction when he helped her put it together.

"He's jealous, Bomber."

"No-"

Hector interrupted her. "Si, Angelita. You've moved on, or are trying to. He might say he wants you to, but he doesn't, not really."

Steph thought about that night, blushing slightly at the memory of feeling Clint's lips on hers, hard and demanding. It was short lived because that memory was overtaken by the thoughts of Ranger losing his shit.

Flashback

Steph was stunned into silence after Clint's kiss. She was trying to process it, when she heard the door to the roof bang against the wall. She was shocked to see that it was Ranger who decided the wall needed remodeling. Shaking her head, she filed down the stairs after the other guys, sandwiched between Ram and Hector.

When they reached the fifth floor, they could feel the tension in the air. A crash sounding from Ranger's office sent the rest of the Core team in that direction and Stephanie to the elevator to leave. She wasn't comfortable being in Rangeman on a good day, let alone on a day that Ranger was in a bad mood. Hector and Ram rode down to the garage with her, with the latter pressing the keys to his personal vehicle into her hand. She gave him a small smile and sighed in relief. She just wanted to get home.

"I'll pick it up in the morning. Leave the keys on your kitchen table."

She nodded and kissed them both on the cheek before getting into the truck and driving home.

End of Flashback

Steph shrugged. "If he has a problem with me seeing someone else, then that's something he's going to have to deal with."

"He's calmed down some since that night, but maybe you guys should talk about it?" Ram suggested.

Steph laughed, but it wasn't her normal laugh that caused even the hardest of the Rangemen to smile. No, this laugh was cold and short. "Please. In order for us to work out the issues, he would have to say something other than 'Babe'."

Hector couldn't help but snort at her impression of the boss. "I agree with Angelita. With her temper and his penchant for not using his words, like his madre taught him, they would get no where."

The conversation stopped when the muffled sound of a phone ringing broke through the air. The guys both checked theirs and when they realized it wasn't theirs that were ringing, they looked at Steph, only she wasn't in her seat. They both got up to go looking for her because neither one of them heard her get up from her spot and they definitely didn't hear her move across her apartment to her bedroom.

When they got to her shut door, they could hear her muffled voice, but couldn't make out anything that was being said. Shrugging they went back to their seats, wanting to give her privacy for whoever she was talking to.

Steph returned a few minutes later and retook her seat. Looking at both of her friends, she told them she had a solution to the Ranger problem.

"What would that be, Bomber? Short of one of you going out of town for awhile, I don't see how the tension is going to lessen."

"Exactly. One of us needs to go away. I have a friend in New York that I haven't seen since college. I'm going to go out and visit for a few weeks." She hated lying to them, but it had to be done.

"Angelita, New Years' is in a couple of days. We had plans."

Steph sighed, before an idea popped into her head. "Why don't the both of you come out to the city for New Years Eve? It would be fun, and we could really let loose without having to worry about anything making it's way through the Burg or Rangeman."

Hector perked up at the idea. Nodding he agreed. "When do you leave?"

"Tonight."

She looked at her best friend. "Ram?"

"It's going to be hard to get away from Rangeman, but yeah, I'll come to New York for New Years."

Steph squealed before launching herself at both of them. They laughed as they caught her. The rest of the afternoon was spent talking about where they wanted to go, while Steph packed up some of her 'normal' gear.

After her friends left, with promises from her to call them when she made it to her final location, she packed up her real uniforms. She took all her bags to her car, left a note for Dillon and gave Rex a little more food to hold him over until Ram came and got him in the morning. She took one last look around her apartment before locking up behind her and leaving Trenton for the foreseeable future.

The drive into the city wasn't too bad, since most people were already off from work and finding the building she would be staying at was even easier, since it wasn't really a building, but more like a tower. She followed the instructions and parked below ground, circling down more levels than she thought was possible.

"Well, if my car gets blown up down here, it would probably be someone back from the dead, seeing as though we are one level away from parking in Hell," she said out loud to no one, before stepping out of her vehicle and cautiously looking around.

She would love to say she didn't jump a little when she looked back towards the way she came, only to see Tony Stark himself and a woman with strawberry blonde hair and a drool worthy pair of FMPs on, but that was not the case. She might even had squeaked a tiny bit. But she would be proud to say that her reflexes were still spot on, since she had both of her guns trained on the pair.

Tony smirked and nodded in approval, while Pepper had her hands in front of her body, in a surrendering pose. "Good to see you live up to what your files say," he said as he made his way to her. "I was a little worried you'd gone soft, being a bounty hunter and all."

"What can I say, it paid the bills." She shrugged before putting her weapons back on her person.

"Barely," he scoffed. "Leave the bags, I'll have someone retrieve them for you. Now, come along. You have a tour to take and a mission to be briefed on."

Shaking her head at his retreating back, Steph turned to the woman who stood by waiting for her. "I'm Stephanie Plum. Nice to meet you, Ms.-"

"Potts, but please call me Pepper."

Nodding, Steph reached into the front seat of her car and pulled out a bag. There was no way she was leaving that one for someone to 'retrieve' later. She made her way back to Pepper's side and they started walking in the direction that Tony had gone.

"Is he always like that?" Steph asked, still checking her surroundings for anything amiss.

Pepper smiled. "Pretty much. You get used to it. He-"

Whatever Pepper was going to say was cut short by Steph throwing her to the ground and covering her with her own body. Not seconds later, the familiar sound of a car exploding rang through the level they were on. Steph brought her mouth closer to Pepper's ear and whispered what she needed her to do, while slipping a gun into her hand.

Steph slipped off of Pepper and watched as the woman scurried across the garage floor, dragging the bag Steph took from the car and hid behind another vehicle, before Steph herself pushed up off the ground and began looking around. She caught movement to her left, dropped to her knees and fired. Hearing the thud as the body hit the ground and a continuous moan coming from the same direction, she smiled knowing she hit her target.

Her happiness was short lived when she heard two sets of footfalls coming towards her. She decided to let them think they caught her off guard, needing them to let their guard down so she could figure out who they worked for and what they wanted. As she pretended to be nervous and looked around in every direction, the people after her came from behind and grabbed her. One stayed behind her, holding her arms back in what he thought was an unbreakable hold, while the other came to her front.

He grabbed her face and yelled. "Where is it?"

Pulling her head from his grasp, she laughed. He backhanded her and she laughed even harder. Fed up with not getting his answers, he grabbed her by the throat and slammed her to the ground, knocking the air from her body. "Where. Is. It?" he growled out once more, spit flying out with every word.

This time he got an answer, by the way of her knife gauging into his side. Everytime he jerked trying to get away from it, Steph twisted the serrated blade just a little bit more, making sure it tore his insides up. He released his hold on her and tried getting away, but he wasn't fast enough. She knocked him out and turned just in time,unfortunately, to catch a fist to her own jaw. Shaking her head from the blow, staving off the little bit of dizziness, and reached for her ankle piece. This time she was fast enough to get it out, aim and shoot before he could land another blow. She turned to the one she gutted and sighed in disappointment.

Pepper had just come to her side and heard Steph sigh. "What's wrong? Are there more? Should I go back?"

Steph shook her head no. "He died," she said, gesturing the obviously dead guy in a pool of blood at their feet. "I couldn't get any information from him. Wait a minute…" she said excitedly before taking off down the ramp, closer to where her vehicle used to be.

Pepper watched in fascination before sighing in relief when Tony flew to a stop next to her. She turned to him and rolled her eyes at him as Iron Man.

"Really, Tony? You wore the suit?"

Tony flipped the face shield off and looked Pepper over himself. "What? You can never be too careful."

"I told you she said she had it handled. She specifically told me to tell you to not come back down as Iron Man," she said.

"And I told you," he snarked back, "that I don't take orders. I make them."

"Well, you should learn to take them Stark," Steph quipped before a lovers quarrel could break out in the middle of a burned and bloody garage. Tony looked to her and the guy she was dragging behind her before he spoke again.

"Left one alive to talk to, did ya?"

"I forgot about him until I disposed of his friends down there," she said nodding to the dead bodies that were being taken care of by some of Tony's people.

"Well, do you want to take him somewhere to talk to him or did you miss a spot down here that you would like paint red?"

"Down here would be as good a place as any. It will save the clean up crew some time as well."

"We'll leave you to it," Tony said before turning towards his girlfriend. "Come on Pep. Let's leave the kids to play." He grabbed her hand and started pulling her in the direction of the elevator. Pepper called out behind her and told Steph to "Press the blank button in the elevator and it would take her where she needed to be."

Steph waved her off before giving her undivided attention to the man in her arms. He definitely wasn't the man she wanted her hands on, but he would have to do for the time being because he hopefully had information that she needed.

She pushed the man down so he was kneeling in front of her. He let out a scream once he settled onto the knee she shot.

Steph smiled. "Oops. I'm sorry. I forgot about your bad knee. I hope it doesn't hurt too much."

"Stupid bitch!" he spit out.

She let that one slide because she needed to know who was coming after her. "Who are you working for?"

The guy laughed. "You'll have to do much more than blow out my knee to get me to talk."

"That could be arranged," she informed him right before she shot his thigh above his good knee. She couldn't help but be slightly impressed. He barely screamed or moved for the matter.

After a few more minutes of going back and forth, she wasn't getting anywhere. He was a tight lipped as ever. Just as she was about to put him out of his misery, an arrow pierced his shoulder. The guy grunted with the impact and when he looked up at Steph, he had a look of confusion on his face, until he looked over her shoulder. The look of fear that settled onto his face was more than she needed to know who was behind her, if the arrow didn't give him away.

"I thought I was being hired to look for you?" she asked the visitor without turning around.

Clint scoffed. "I've been here the entire time. Tony apparently thought he needed a ruse to get you here."

"Well, I can only deal with one idiot at a time. I'll have a little chat with him after I'm done here."

"Actually, you are done here. Jarvis ran some searches on him. We know who he is working for."

"So if you knew this, why did you shoot him with an arrow?" she asked, finally turning to look at him.

"Couldn't let you have all the fun."

They looked at each other, both conveying without words that they needed to talk privately. With a nod, Steph turned back to her detainee, shot him between the eyes without blinking and walked away, leaving Clint to call in the clean up crew.

Once she was in the elevator, she pressed the button with no designation on it and wasn't surprised when it started moving. She startled slightly when a voice addressed her in the confined space. "Welcome, Ms. Plum."

She looked around before tentatively answering the voice. "Hello."

"Do not be alarmed, Ms. Plum. I am JARVIS. Would you like to be let off at your rooms or would you rather I send you to where Ms. Potts and Mr. Stark are?"

"Uh, my rooms? Please."

"Of course. I will let Mr. Stark know."

"Thank you," she whispered as the doors opened to her 'rooms'. Steph looked around before she noticed her bags had been placed by the couch in what she assumed was the living room. Grabbing them, she went in search of the bathroom, wanting to get rid of the smoke and sweat drenched clothes she was wearing. Finding what she was looking for, she let out a content sigh at the sight before her.

The large jacuzzi tub was calling to her, but knowing she still had to have words with Tony, she opted for the shower, which was beautiful in it's own right. Taking her time, allowing the hot water to release the tension in her body, she thought over the last few hours.

Now that she had seen Clint, she began to wonder what it was Tony wanted from her. Obviously she wasn't need to find Clint, but he had some ulterior motive and she had a small idea of what it was. She needed to decide if it was something she'd be willing to do. Could she leave her friends? Could she open herself up and let these strangers in on her life and who she was? TOny obviously knew who she was, but did the reset of his friends? Did Clint know?

She couldn't stop running through different scenarios even as the water went cold, and she got out and got dressed, opting to just pull her hair up instead of styling it. Shoving everything back into her bags, she made her way back out to the living room. She dropped her bags by the couch, where she found them earlier, and got back into the elevator, pressing the blank button once again.

Before she could process or decide anything, the doors opened and she was greeted by Pepper.

"I see you've been to your floor. I hope everything is alright. If there's something that you would like changed, please let me or JARVIS know and we will make it happen."

"My floor?"

"Yes. Each team member has their own space. Now, come on. Tony wants to introduce you to the rest of the team."

Steph followed behind Pepper, moving cautiously and taking in her surroundings. It wouldn't do her any good if she were to misplace her trust in these people. Granted they are "heroes" to the outside world, but in her world, people like the ones she was about to meet, have proven to be out only for themselves. While she was assessing everyone and everything around here, she didn't see the way Clint's eyes watched her every move.

Once they came to a stop, Steph maintained her distance, placing her back to a wall and angling her body so she could keep the entry way and the people in the room with in her sights. The tension in the room was at a high. No one made a move to introduce themselves.

"Ok. Well, now that Phoenix is here. Wait, you don't mind I call you that, do you?" Tony turned to face where Steph was standing and smiled at her gaping mouth. "No? Nothing? Alright, Phoenix it is. Now, like I was saying. Let's get introductions out of the way." Tony began pointing to each person and giving their names as he made his way over to the bar and poured himself a drink.

No one moved or responded, still watching and waiting for Steph's reaction to having her personal business thrown out into a semi public setting. While most were used to Tony's ways, Steph was obviously new and didn't know whether she was being set up, especially after everything that happened in the parking garage earlier. Taking those circumstances into consideration, no one held it against her when she pulled a knife from somewhere on her body and threw it in Tony's direction, smashing the glass that was inches from his face, and sending its contents all over his suit. They did, however, tense when they heard two chambers being loaded.

On the outside the team looked relaxed, but in reality, they were all in battle stances, waiting for the first shot to be fired. They didn't know her and she didn't know them.

Steph braced herself against the wall, after cataloguing multiple exit strategies. She knew that in order for herself to get out of this situation alive, she would have to, at minimum, injure some of the more human Avengers.

Tony frowned as he wiped the front of his suit down. "That wasn't necessary. If you wanted a drink, all you had to do was ask."

"Why am I here? What do you want from me?" she rasped out.

"I told you why I wanted you here when I called the other day." Tony answered as he reached for another glass.

"Yes. And you lied. Hawkeye is standing right in front of us. Now, the real reason, or I am going to start shooting, starting with your girlfriend."

Tony waved her off, taking another sip of his drink. "You're overreacting. Of course he is here. I needed a reason to get you here and he was the perfect incentive."

Steph shot the floor at Pepper's feet, causing the woman to yelp and jump back. "I'm not playing games, Stark! What the fuck do you want from me!?"

"Tony! Just answer her!" Pepper yelled at him.

"Geesh. No sense of adventure. Pep you know I wouldn't let any harm come to you."

"Tony!"

"Alright," he looked around the room and realized he might have let this go on a little too long. "Look, I want you for our team. You were wasting your talents working as a bounty hunter, especially being undercover as you were." He made his way to stand in front of her, making sure her guns were aimed at him and not anyone else in the room.

"I don't believe that's all this is about. Why not just ask me like a normal human being?" Steph growled at him.

He shrugged. "I'm not a normal human being. We only live this life once, some of us longer than others, and I like to have fun. Besides, I wanted to see what you were made of."

"Downstairs?"

"Now, that, that was a fluke. What the hell are you involved in?"

Steph lowered the guns to her sides, keeping one out and putting the other away. "Since you love to invade people's privacy, figure it out for yourself."

"I already did, somewhat, I just wanted to see how close you are going to play things to your chest."

Steph didn't give him a chance to see what was coming before she sucker punched him, causing him to fall to the floor. Leaning over him, she spoke loud enough for the room to hear, "For future reference, I don't play games. My private life is mine unless I feel like sharing. Next time you feel like sharing with the class, make sure you are wearing your suit because I won't hesitate to shoot you where you stand."

After she straightened herself out and Tony was standing again, she turned to Pepper and offered her an apology.

"Sorry for shooting at you."

"It's ok. If you would believe it, this isn't the first time it's happened, and it probably won't be the last."

Steph nodded and gave her a small smile. "I'll join the team. I assume I have to see you to sign the contracts?"

"Yes. That can wait until tomorrow. Why don't you go get some rest and we will sort everything out in the morning after breakfast?"

"Sounds good."

Steph made her way to the elevator, not bothering to acknowledge anyone else in the room. She figured she would have at least one visitor that night, so she would just wait it out and see who was brave enough to venture into her space.

Once she got down stairs, she grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and sat on the sofa. Pulling out her phone, she noticed she had a few missed calls and some text messages. Scrolling through the messages, she noticed none of importance. They were either from Ranger, saying 'Babe' or from the girls at the Bond's Office. She deleted them and looked at her missed calls. Cursing, she hit the return call button and wasn't surprised when it was answered before it got through the first ring.

"Angelita! Are you alright? Your car went off the grid!"

She sighed. "Im fine, Hec. I was followed. No big deal. Things were handled."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Look," she took a deep breath, knowing what she said next was going to cause more worry in her friend. "Can you guys come out a day early? There are some things I need to tell you and I'd rather do them in person."

"Si, Angelita. We will be there."

"Ok, Hec. I'm going to get some sleep. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Stay safe, Estefania."

Steph closed her phone and leaned back against the couch. As she finished her drink she thought over the last few hours. She still needed to get that information from Tony concerning her attackers. Better yet, maybe she could ask this JARVIS for the information, since he was the one who probably ran the search.

Steph finished the rest of her beer, left her bottle on the table and started to make her way to her bedroom after picking up her bags. She knew he was there before she even turned the lights on. Not faltering in her steps after seeing him lounging across her bed, she continued her journey into the closet.

Dropping her bags, she knelt down and started pulling things out, mainly looking for her pajamas. "Couldn't knock on the door? Was it to mundane of a task for you?"

"Stephanie-"

"Yeah, yeah. I know. We need to have a conversation." She rolled her eyes and began to strip out of her clothes, replacing them with her shorts and tank top that she normally wore to bed.

Clint's eyes roamed over her body, not caring in the least if he got caught watching her undress. He shifted as his pants grew a little tighter and smirked when he caught her slight blush as she followed his movements.

"Move over to your own side. I'm tired. We can have this talk right here in bed and if I fall asleep during it, then so be it. We'll just have to finish it in the morning."

Clint did as he was told, never one to disappoint a lady. He removed his boots, took off his shirt and unbuttoned his pants. Steph watched his every move, eyes widening when his hands reached for his pants. She wasn't sure if she felt disappointed or relieved that he only unbuttoned them.

Clearing her throat, she turned on her side, propping her head on her hand. Clint followed suit and chuckled.

"What's so funny?" she asked.

"This is all very highschool. Are you going to tell me who your secret crush is?" He wiggled his eyebrows trying to lighten the suddenly tense atmosphere.

"I think we both know who my current crush is," Steph replied without missing a beat. "So unless you want to act on that, I say let's get the heavy stuff over with."

He nodded in agreement, to which statement, he wasn't sure. "So, Phoenix?"

"Right for the jugular. It's my code name, obviously. There's not much I can say. I do what you and the Black Widow do, only I try to stick to domestic problems, kept it in country, you know. Well, that was the plan while my father was alive."

"The guys that kidnapped you?"

Steph sighed and turned onto her back. "Yea. They were a part of the current mission I am working on. I don't know what's going to happen, now that Tony has me here and I agreed to join your team. My handlers are not going to be happy."

"Rangeman?" he hedged, not sure if things changed between her and Ranger since he left a week ago.

"Rangeman and Ranger are the same. He lost his cool last week after you kissed me. The guys think he's jealous. I think it's ridiculous. He told me he couldn't be more for me than a fuck buddy. So, I did what he wanted. I moved on from the notion of a relationship with him."

Clint laid there and thought everything over. Steph turned her gaze to him. "What?"

"I think your friends are right."

"Jesus. It doesn't matter. He didn't want me. I don't want him like that anymore," she growled out. The whole situation was frustrating.

"Steph-" he began only to be interrupted by her mouth on his. It took him a second to respond, but when he snapped into it, he tangled his hand into her hair and used his other hand to pull her body so it was flush against his.

They both pulled away at the same time, breathing heavy. "That was.." Steph tried, but was at a loss for words.

Clint cleared his throat. "Yeah. Definitely was."

Steph yawned. "I'm done with the talks for the night. We can finish in the morning."

Clint agreed and stood up, telling Steph to do the same. Once she was out of the bed, he pulled the blankets down and laid back down on his side.

"Making yourself at home. A little presumptuous, don't you think?" Steph scoffed as she crawled into her side, burrowing under the blankets.

"Not at all. You didn't complain when I removed my clothing earlier. So what's a shared bed between friends?"

"That's what we are? Friends?"

"At the very basic level, yes. But I think we can both agree that this is something more."

"Ok. Good. Because I don't go around kissing all of my friends like that."

"Ranger?" he smarted off.

Steph scowled at him.

"Too soon?"

"Too soon. Good night, Clint." Steph closed her eyes and tried to calm herself down. She needed to try to get some sleep tonight.

"Steph?" Clint whispered.

"Yeah?" She opened her eyes and turned to look at him, only he wasn't next to her. He was leaning over her, his face only inches from hers.

Instead of answering her with words, he kissed her. She moaned, and he took advantage, slipping his tongue in her mouth and tangling it with hers. Steph wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of her.

Clint rested himself between her legs and groaned when she tugged his hair, angling his head so she could kiss her way down his neck, stopping to nibble on his ear. He got impossibly hard and ground himself into her, showing her what she was doing to him.

She let out a breathy moan and wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing up against him in the process. He groaned and kissed her again. It was all teeth and tongue. Hard and demanding. She dragged her nails down his bare back causing him to hiss and thrust harder against her pussy. Her breathing was getting harsher. Clint could tell she was close. Hell, he was close and wasn't ashamed to know he was going to cum in his pants like a thirteen year old looking at his daddy's Playboys.

He kept kissing her as he ghosted his hand down her side, slipping it into her shorts, already knowing she had no panties on from watching her change earlier. He moaned at how wet she was, allowing his finger to glide through her folds and dip into her pussy.

"Yes," she hissed out, thrusting against his hand, causing his finger to sink further into her. He slipped a second finger inside, while his thumb put pressure on her clit. He moved off of her and to her side, still keeping his movements going, just so he could watch her move against him. When he added a third finger, he felt her begin to pulse around him. He sped his movements up, but jolted to a stop for a split second when he felt his zipper slide down and Steph wrap her hand around his throbbing dick.

He looked up from where her hand was stroking him to completion and into her eyes. They stared at each other as they moved in tandem, both stroking and moving faster, wanting to see each other come.

Her hand got tighter around his dick as she came around his fingers. The added pressure from her hand and the tightening of her pussy around his, caused him to come hard enough to see spots in his vision.

He collapsed back on his pillow, taking deep breaths around licking his fingers and keeping his gaze locked with hers. He smirked when she rubbed her thighs together, but knowing she wasn't ready for a second round, decided to get up and go to the bathroom to wash his hands.

When he came back out, Steph was heavy lidded and almost asleep. He crawled in next to her and pulled her to him, resting her on his chest. They were both asleep within minutes of each other.