Ask her to Dance
Chapter 3: Stronger then she looks... Or at least to him.
At the touch of his hands Kitty's cheeks flamed hot red and she looked away trying her best to cover her blush. Turning away from him she continued the tasks at hand. "Captain do you want any coffee or anything before we start?" She asked as the sound of him settling himself in his desk chair reached her ears.
"A coffee would be much appreciated right about now."
"I'll be back then." She answered straightening up from the map, and walking from the room. Trying to put a little extract swagger in her hips to maybe get his attention.
Steve heard her heels clicking on concrete floor and let his eyes raise from his paper. His eyes skimmed up there slender legs the steam line that ran up the back of her legs created a perfect line up the hem of her skirt, the back seam in that led up the her nicely curved hips and ass. He couldn't deny even though he had respect for women, he could feel himself start to drool over her a little bit. Even though he was a super solider he still had all the wants and needs every other solider had, plus the pin up girls that he had seen in the magazines didn't quite make him smile the way she did.
I hope it worked... She thought as she continued towards the coffee room. The warm air of the halls felt nice on her skin. She didn't mind the cold but Steve kept his office a bit too cold for her liking she would have to start bringing her sweater to work with her if he kept the office that cold for the rest of the time being.
She opened the door to the coffee room and picked up a metal tray, setting the full coffee pot on it with to mugs cream and sugar. She was about to lift it when a shrill voice made her stop.
"Kitty!" Pricilla's voice rang in every corner of the room.
"Pricilla I don't have time for this right now." She answered coolly picking up her tray and turning to face the tall brunette.
"Why running back off to your little date with the Captain." She smirk.
Kitty began to walk away from her, not wanting to say anything. However her opponent wasn't going to let her go so easily.
"You know he's just working with you because he feels sorry for you. You know your nothing special to him or to anyone. Just because your brother was on Captain America's team doesn't mean anything."
That was it the last straw, Kitty couldn't control the tears anymore, they streamed down her face and she turned to look at her, "Listen here prissy your just jealous that I'm working with him and that you can't get the attention you want from him. Not all guys are going to give into you when you bat your lashes or wiggle your hips at them, some of them have self respect."
Pricilla laughed, "Since when did you become an expert on men I don't remember you having any other boyfriend then the one who use to beat on you like you deserved it. Don't think you know Captain Rogers and don't ever think that for a moment he might look at you like your something more than just a whore."
"You call me a whore with no shame when I know what you've done and how many men you've slept with, and you paint me like some pathetic needy girl when I'm stronger then you'll ever be. I've lost everything that's ever made me feel truly alive and what have you lost other then you're self respect. I just want to be left alone." Kitty's voice shook.
Pricilla laughed, "Well for as long as I'm here you wouldn't be left alone. I'll make your life a living hell, but for now you have your precious Captain to hide behind. Just remember there is more than one way to get a man's attention." She smirked before pushing her way past the short blond.
Kitty's chest rose and feel rapidly as she tried to muffle her sobs, trying to stop her tears for the second time today. She needed to try and calm down before heading back to the office.
Around the corner, down the hall Agent Carter had heard the raised voices. She had listened in on their conversation. She now knew both of their vendettas and why Kitty was so utterly and hopelessly alone. One just wants to have it on with him and the other was willing to serve him and die for him as more than a fellow solder but also as a companion. Kitty truly fancied him, for more than just his good looks, but for what was underneath. The young agent closed her eyes and rested her head on her hands. One man caused so much trouble and she was about to stick herself right in the middle of it.
Kitty entered the room as quietly as possible trying desperately not to disturb the man behind the desk. Carefully setting the tray on the other desk she began to pour the coffee in the large cup, she remembered from the night before that he took his coffee black. She carried the cup of steaming black liquid over to his desk and set it down besides the file. Before she could barely slip her fingers out from around it, Steve's long broad calloused hand slid it's way around the cup. She drew her hand back as if burned.
"S-s-sorry..." He managed. From that moment having her so close to him made him nervous, shy, and a little self-conscious. She stepped back away from his desk, and poured herself a cup of coffee, lifting it to her lips and taking a sip. The black hot liquid calmed her nerves, closing her eyes she sighed. Steve looked up at her sigh. His eyes found her face, her thick black lashes laid on her porcelain cheeks like butterfly wings. How can someone be so beautiful and not even know it?
Her vivid baby blue eyes opened and looked straight into his, "So Steve are you ready to start?"
Every fiber in his body seemed to tingle at the sound of her voice saying his name. It was as if someone had stabbed him with an electric prod. He nodded, afraid of what might come out of his mouth if he opened it.
"Shall we start by looking at the map?" She asked walking over the large counter space covered in the map of Europe. Red circles were drawn in to mark the location of the remaining Hydra factories were located. She could her him get up from his desk and walk over to her.
"Well," She started, "the closest base to our location right now is in Czechoslovakia. It's boarded by a dense forest which will provide a much needed cover for you and your men..."
Steve took a step closer to her looking at the area she was pointing too. As she looked up at him he noticed her eyes were a little puffy, being this close made the red skin and slightly smudged make up more noticeable then from far away. He had seen her red eyed before but it was almost as if he could see the moister that still resided on her cheeks, and the last tear that clung to the tip of her long lashes. He didn't know what to do, asking a women to dance always seemed so terrify and now there is one basically crying in front of me, what am I to do now? He was lost and hopeless when it came to women. In his mind the common sense side of his brain yelled at him to comfort her and tell her everything was going to be okay but he felt so shy. His heart pounded in his chest, just bring this close to her made his entire body quiver, his skin heated up under the collar of his tailored shirt. At this moment he tried to think about what Bucky would do, but nothing of the sort was coming to him, his best friend had never told him how to deal with a situation like this, but then again why would he; Steve couldn't even ask a girl to dance let alone have the gumption to ask a girl out on a date even if it was just to the ice cream parlor down the street back home in Brooklyn.
He leaned down next to her, the side of his hand touching hers, "Kitty I know you're going through a difficult time right now and I feel partially responsible, but our country is at war."
"I know Captain, I'm sorry I was thinking selfishly." A small smile spread across her face before she looked down, "As I was saying, the trees would provide the cover needed for you and your men. Once they get you safely inside there are only three main exits. You have to get in an out as quickly as possible..."
Steve could hear her voice but her words were blocked, all he could do was stare at her, her words I'm sorry I was thinking selfishly ringing in his head. How can she saw something like that? She's lest her brother and she thinks she's be selfish by weeping over his death, watching as she wiped the smudged make up from under her eyes and looked back at him.
"How does that sound?" she asked.
Steve, say something... "I'll be right back I forgot to let you know that we needed the surveillance photos and map of the building for this... um... this meeting." He choked on his words quickly straitening up.
"I'll run and get them." Kitty's beautiful blue eyes sparkled when she looked up at him this time, there was no sadness hidden in her voice.
"No... No... I... I can go get them. I have to speak with Peggy anyways."
She detected the nervousness in his voice, he always seemed to trip over himself when he was nervous. "I'll wait."
The door clicked shut behind him and he let out a deep sigh, leaning back against the cool wall. Nice going, he told himself you just told the prettiest girl on base to put her feelings aside because America is at war. He dropped his head back against the wall trying to think everything felt like it was spinning and before he could straighten himself out he was grabbed by his tie and pulled into the janitors closet across from his office.
Chapped lip were pushed up against his and he was pinned back to the supply shelves. His eyes were opened wide staring at the women kissing him. Her brunette hair falling from her tight bun. She forced her body against his and slide her hands up his chest to the back of his neck.
Pushing back into the shelves did him little good, there was nowhere to go. Moments passed and she began to move her lips against his, that broke his immobile state he grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her away from him and he stepped forward. "Stand down Private Knight." Anger and disgust dripped from his voice, the sound surprised him.
She looked at him with half lidded eyes, "Captain Rogers do you really think I'm going to let that whore have you all to herself?" Her movements caught him by the front of his shirt.
He grabbed her wrist and twisted it away from him, forcing her to let go of his shirt. "I said stand down Private."
Outside in the hall Peggy made her way up the stairs carrying the surveillance photos that Steve had been going to get before he had been pulled away. Voices from the closet made her stop and listen. Immediately she recognized the voices, That little whore, why I never. She's crossed the line. It's one thing to have a relationship with your superiors but this... this is unacceptable.
Back in the dimly lit closet the pair stood only a foot apart from one another. Steve glaring down at Pricilla. "Oh, come on sweetie. I know how things are, you want it just as bad as I do. Plus you know I can give you the round of a life time." She reached up slowly pulling his tie apart and beginning to unbutton his shirt.
Steve felt that feeling of immobility washing over him again. He couldn't help but want a women's touch, just not from her. He wasn't in the slightest attracted to her. Sure she's pretty but at 5'10 with no meat on her bones, she's not exactly the get into a committed relationship, get married and carry a child type of girl. Not to mention I know that she's been the around the block with just about every Captain and Private on this base. Still his body wouldn't respond to orders instead it did other things that would have made a nun blush.
Pricilla's sickly sweet smile looked up at him as she ran a hand down his chest to the belt at his waist the heel of her hand brushing over his manhood, "See I told you Captain, even you can't resist me."
The touch of her hand on him made a shiver run though his body, Not even Peggy had been so brave to touch me like this.
"Steve, you know what I want and I want it right here right now. I want to make you into a man."
His world came crashing down, she had hit a nerve, and he stepped back, straightening his shirt and tie. "There has never been a time in my life where I had been so propelled to hit a woman until now."
"Steve..." She reached for him again.
"Don't call me by my first name..."
The door was pulled open, "Captain!" Peggy's voice sounded sharp in the air. She glared at Steve, "Private in my office now."
The disgruntled brunette stormed pasted her, having been rejected by the Captain for the second time that day and now being scolded by Agent Carter.
"Peggy it's not what you think..."
She cut him off, "You and I are going to have a talk later that you're not going to enjoy. In my office 1400 hours Captain don't be late." She slapped the photos into his handed before turning and heading in the same direction as Pricilla.
A feeling of dread set over him as he opened the door to his office and strolled back in trying to look as causal as possible. He set the photos on the map and looked around the office for Kitty, who as perched on the corner of his desk waiting patiently. As soon as he say her smile and the sparkle in her eyes guilt immediately over took him. "To cheat oneself out of love is the most terrible deception; it is an eternal loss for which there is no reparation, either in time or in eternity." The old quote haunted him as he looked away from her. How was he going to be able to work with her now that he had done something so terrible? His heart felt like a lead weight as she hopped off the desk and waltzed over to him. Seeming completely unfazed by his earlier comment. It's as if she puts on an act for the world to see, so no one asks what's wrong, so no one takes sympathy on her or treats her any differently. How can a woman with such dainty features be so strong?