I shakily pushed myself up into a sitting position on Steve's desk, moving the stray hairs that had fallen loose from my ponytail out of my face. I hadn't completely recovered, the aftershocks still sparking throughout me randomly, the feeling partially returned to my limbs, the shaking had subsided enough that I felt it safe to move. And I was still wondering just what in the actual hell had happened.
I looked around at the mess that we had made, the papers strewn across the floor and his desk, the few items that did sit on his desk askew and pushed aside, and I hurriedly set about tidying up. Knowing Stephanie, there was a possibility she would come to check on me, despite Steve telling her not to, curiosity and nosiness might get the better of her. There had been one or two rumors that had gone around the office of her eavesdropping, multiple people saying they'd caught her with an ear to a closed door. And the last thing I needed was for her to find me on Steve's desk amidst a mess and pantiless.
I made sure everything was back in its place, including my clothing and hair, and checked my reflection in what I could see of it in one of the very large windows that walled Steve's office. I looked okay save for the flush of my skin and my still slightly swollen lips. I made for the door quickly, wanting to get back to my desk, but hesitated. I couldn't leave too soon, not if Steve told her I was making changes to the notes, so I decided to wait, at least ten more minutes.
I settled into the desk chair, putting the notes in front of me and grabbing a pen in case Stephanie did come in to check on me. My mind wandered back what had just occurred on the very desk I was sitting at and I tried to process the fact that my boyfriend, who was also a superior, had devoured me on his desk and then left me a mess in a blur of Kevlar, leather, and red, white, and blue. I expected feelings of shame and embarrassment as I'd never done anything that sexually adventurous and never in the workplace. Yet, I astonishingly found that I was proud of myself. I hadn't panicked and the thought of trying to stop him hadn't crossed my mind. It was the most adventurous and spontaneous sexual experience of my life. And I normally wasn't one for adventure or spontaneity. I liked planned and scheduled and expected things, those things didn't give me a panic attack. But with Steve, everything was different.
Ian had been a predictable, dependable, and slightly rigid. Our sex was routine, expected, consistent, none of which I had ever considered a bad thing. Steve wasn't Ian. Steve was a hurricane, a force to be reckoned with, leaving me a wet destructed mess at his discretion and wherever he pleased apparently. While he was very dependable, he had made it clear that he wasn't predictable, nor was he rigid. He wasn't entirely the Steve that I imagined him to be from his exhibits at the museum and the image that America had put upon him, making him the symbol of freedom, justice, perfection, and everything that was good and holy in the world. He had showed me a whole other side I'd only caught small glimpses of up to this point. A side that excited and scared me all at once.
The ten minutes passed easily before I came out of my thoughts and decided that it was safe to go back to my desk. I hadn't brought my phone and for all I knew Tony was calling me nonstop. I checked myself and my surroundings once again before heading for the door, pausing when I saw Stephanie sitting at her desk. She looked up from her computer when I stepped out, shutting the door behind me and trying to look like I hadn't been devoured on a desk by Captain America and brought to one of the best orgasms I'd had in my life. A small scowl creased her lips while she looked me up and down, a knowing look in her eye that had me blushing.
"All finished?" She asked crisply, folding her hands in front of her.
I nodded. "Yeah. Yes. Uh, tell Ste- I mean Captain Rogers, I said 'thanks' and umm…" I trailed off when I couldn't think of anything else to say. I should have spent more time on thinking of something to say.
Stephanie arched an eyebrow.
"I need to get back to my desk. Tony Stark's office never sleeps," I chuckled at my own joke.
Stephanie did not.
"Ooookay. Goodbye."
I couldn't get back to my desk quick enough.
The rest of my day was boring compared to the excitement I'd experienced. I sat in on two meetings, fielded calls for Tony and went through his emails. I looked forward to the arrival of 6 p.m. I felt eager to see Steve and discuss just what the hell had gotten into him. I also was starving and wanted to eat.
It was 5:57 p.m. and I was already in the middle of shutting down my computer, and expecting Steve any moment; when I looked up to see Secretary of State Thaddeus Ross, who was approaching my desk with quick strides of purpose.
Shit.
He was here for Tony. Tony was well on his way or probably had arrived in Wakanda. And he had expressly forbid me telling Ross any of that. All of my interactions with Ross were unpleasant. He was a short tempered, brusque, and could easily be described as rude. Everyone loathed when he came to the office, including me. And given that Tony hated Ross's guts and never wanted to meet with the man, I was always an obstacle in Ross's way to get to Tony. Which only made Ross dislike me. Although I was pretty sure he liked no one.
I squared my shoulders and nodded to him. "Secretary Ross, good evening, I wasn't aware you had an appointment."
Ross stopped at my desk, clearing his throat loudly, and placing his hands behind his back. "I don't. Where is Mr. Stark, Ms. Dawson?"
I forced a polite smile onto my face. "Mr. Stark is currently out of the office now. His schedule is very tight, but if you'd like I can try and pencil you in sometime in the next few weeks if anything is open."
"Out of the office where?" Ross spat with a hefty sigh.
"I am not at liberty to say. It's a personal matter. Like I said, if you'd like to make an appointment-."
"I don't want to make a damn appointment. I want to know his whereabouts," Ross barked loudly, making me flinch.
I took a deep breath and tried to not be intimidated, though I had always handled conflict very poorly. Reagan, who was hell on wheels in situations of conflict, used to always say I needed to be more assertive and stand up for myself, which was nothing like me, I usually succumbed to a panic attack.
"Secretary Ross, I am unable to tell you Mr. Starks whereabouts. I was only told that the nature of the reason he is out of the office today is personal, therefore I did not ask for specifics." I had never lied so calmly. Tony needed to give me a raise for this added stress.
Ross's face set into a deeper scowl, he was seething with anger. "Personal huh? Then perhaps you can explain to me why I was told a quinjet with Stark and Banner on it took off this morning?"
I hesitated. Who the hell was feeding Ross information out of this office? That was something I'd definitely have to share with Tony. I shook my head and put a mask of confusion on my face. "I'm not sure why you were told that-."
He placed both hands on my desk and leaned in, his face coming far too close to mine. He spoke in a low threatening tone. "I know Stark is up to something, the sneaky bastard always is, but I feel the need to remind him that everyone in this building is still under the supervision of and answers to the United States government and Starks secrets won't stay hidden for long."
"Secretary, I'm not sure what you're talking-."
"TELL ME WHERE HE IS NOW DAMMIT."
I jumped at the boom of his voice, staring up at Ross wide eyed as my body went rigid. I could feel my hands starting to shake, a hint of panic creeping up my spine, my breath coming out a little quicker.
"I-I...I don't...I-," I stuttered flustered and bordering on panicking.
"Ross!"
The new voice sent chills down my spine. It dripped with anger, and disdain. And it belonged to Steve Rogers. Ross turned, allowing me to see Steve standing behind him, dressed casually in jeans and a navy blue shirt and a black leather jacket, the anger written all over his face and burning in his eyes. I felt a hint of relief at the sight of him, a breath I hadn't realized I had been holding passing through my lips slowly.
"Kindly back away from Ms. Dawson's desk. Now," Steve ordered.
Ross snorted, a sneer replacing the scowl. "The righteous Captain Rogers graces us with his presence."
"I will not ask a second time," The muscle in Steve's jaw twinged as he stared Ross down.
The sneer left Ross' face slowly and he straightened squaring his shoulders. "Is that a threat, Captain?"
"Andrea is only Tony's assistant. She's done nothing wrong and is not required to answer for her bosses actions. There is no need to threaten or intimidate her and I will not stand for it."
"You, Captain Rogers, are lucky to be a free man. If it'd been entirely up to me you'd be rotting away on The Raft until that serum coursing through your veins finally ran out. With a snap of my fingers you could be detained and held accountable for your actions during and after the Sokovia Accords," Ross held up one hand and demonstrated the snap he spoke of. "So instead of mouthing off how about you tell me where Stark is before I shorten your leash."
Steve's teeth clenched, his hands flexing at his sides before tightening into fists. "I don't know where Tony is, Secretary. I'm not his keeper. And I'm on no ones leash, feel free to try and make me a fugitive again, but remember that the United States government came to me and begged for my help after The Snap, so think twice about it."
The smug smile Ross had been wearing disappeared and he glowered at Steve. He opened his mouth, but closed it again, shaking his head once before storming off, he paused before he reached the elevator and turned back to us.
"This isn't over," he promised before storming off again.
Steve watched him go with the same fiery anger burning in his eyes until Ross was out of sight. The moment he was gone, Steve's face softened and he was moving to my side in a second. I rose from my chair as he rounded my desk, allowing him to take me into his arms and hold me to his chest.
"Are you alright?" He asked.
I nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just… I hate when he comes into the office he's such a…" I sighed frustratedly. I couldn't come up with an adequate word to describe just how big of a dick Ross was.
"He has no business yelling at you like that. I'm sorry, Sweetheart."
"You don't have to apologize for him, Steve," I said pulling back to look into his eyes.
"I know. I just don't like to see him treat you that way. Took everything in me to not…" he stopped short with a shake of his head. "Are you hungry? Let's go eat."
An hour and a half later I found myself in my apartment sitting beside Steve on my couch as we enjoyed some Italian take out. Steve had said he wasn't up for sitting in a restaurant and I didn't blame him. I was more than happy to go home and change into a comfy pair of leggings and a tee shirt and enjoy food on my couch with him, which is exactly what we'd done.
I knew something was going on with Steve. He had been quieter than usual. He normally maintained and steered the conversation, but tonight he'd barely spoken save for asking me about my day and what he should order. We had turned on a movie, one that had interested me, but it wasn't holding Steve's attention and when I looked over I found him pushing his spaghetti around on his plate.
"Is everything okay?" I asked him hesitantly.
He offered me a weak smile. "Of course, Sweetheart."
"You're quiet."
"I know. It's just been a long day."
I set my plate aside and turned on the couch to face him. "Do you want to talk about it? Was it Ross?"
He shook his head. "I certainly don't want to talk about Ross...but there is a particular part of my day that I'd like to discuss." The slight darkening in his blue eyes made me immediately aware of which part he was referring to.
I felt a blush creep up the skin of my cheeks. "Right. Okay."
He set his plate aside as well and took in a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Andrea. I went too far and was a little too rough and I know you how you feel about… things happening at work. You've asked me to go at snail's pace and I keep pushing you when you aren't ready-."
My face fell at his words, jaw going slack as I stared at him in confusion. I was not expecting an apology. Especially when I felt there was nothing that he should apologize for.
"Steve," I cut in with a small giggle making him look at me with raised eyebrows. "What on earth are you apologizing for?"
His brow furrowed. "I thought…"
"Steve, that was one of the most exhilarating and adventurous sexual experiences of my life. And you apologizing for it is kind of diminishing it."
Steve's cheeks reddened enough for me to notice which only made me laugh more. The man who had ravished me with his mouth on his desk this afternoon was somehow shy. There clearly was two sides to Steve, the straight laced side that adhered to morals and principles and values and then the other which I was only beginning to see and learn about.
"I know I said snails pace. And a part of me still wants that, but there's another part, a part of me that you coax out, that is thrilled and excited by you pushing me to do new things and test my boundaries. Honestly, if you didn't push me we might never move past snails pace. I need a push every now and then, and I trust you to stop if you push me too hard and I am completely comfortable telling you so."
A smile played at Steve's lips, a hint of relief in his eyes. "So you liked what I did to you?"
Liked is an understatement. "Yes, I thought my orgasmic response was a good indication of that," I answered feeling the heat in my cheeks burning now, my eyes dripping from his gaze.
"I just worry that if I push you too hard I'll push you away," he admitted.
That statement had my eyes shooting up and looking at him again. I slid closer till we were an inch apart, taking his face into my hands.
"Steve, I'm not going anywhere. I thank whoever is in charge up there for bringing you into my life every day. You've been so patient and understanding and giving and have gotten almost nothing in return from me. You've brought something back into my life that I thought I'd never have again after The Snap. And you make me feel things I thought I'd never feel again. So don't worry about any of that."
The small smile on his face turned into a full fledge grin before he was taking my face into his hands and kissing me slow and sweet.
"Don't think I've got nothing in return from this Andrea," he whispered when he pulled away. "I've gotten plenty."
I don't know what on earth he was referring to, but if he felt that way I wasn't going to argue. I just knew that I wanted to give him more.
"In the interest of that how about we move up from snails pace to… turtles pace," I offered.
Steve arched an eyebrow. "Turtles pace huh?"
"Yes, and with continued pushes from the Captain I feel like we could be at rabbit pace in no time," I whispered.
Steve blinked and his grin returned. His arms encircled me. "Is that so?"
"Yes, Captain."
I felt him tense against me, that familiar growl rumbling from his chest as his teeth clenched. I don't think I'd ever cease to be surprised at the response I got from simply calling him Captain.
"Andrea, before we start upping the speed there's something I think you should know and we should discuss."
"Oh?" I pulled back from him with a slight frown. What could he possibly bring up now after all this time? I felt a hint of nervousness sit low in my belly.
Steve's shoulders squared and his expression which was soft, turned hardened and serious. "There's something about me that you might have picked up on already," He continued as I remained silent, trying to hide how worried and a little scared I felt to hear what he would say next. "I like having control in all aspects of my life. And that includes sex."
"Oh?" I repeated the word because it was the only word I could think to say. What the hell does that mean?
"Meaning that, to put it simply, in the bedroom, I am the boss. I make the rules and I expect you to follow them," he elaborated. "If not there could be...consequences."
Consequences? I was shocked at the heat that filled me at those words. I was vaguely aware of what a dominant and sub was, Reagan had gone through a hardcore Christian Grey obsession and had filled me in some. I had told her that it was nonsense and sounded unhealthy. But for some reason I was not surprised that Steve liked to control things, he was the Captain after all, he oozed authority. I imagined that he got off on that authority and the respect he got from that. And after losing so much and most likely feeling like he had no control over anything since The Snap, that was probably another reason why he liked to be the 'boss'.
"So, like a dominant person?"
He hesitated. "Yes, I guess that's the term for it, Sam made me google it once, but not entirely. There are things that some dominants do, that I don't. I'm a semi-lighter version of one."
"You're not going to...hurt me are you?" I didn't handle pain well and I didn't think that I could handle him spanking me or anything, or maybe I could. There was an odd mixture of fear and excitement at the thought.
Steve's face fell and his hand came to rest on my arm. "God, Andrea, no. I'd never-," he shook his head. "No. I won't ever do anything that you aren't comfortable with. If we do this we're going to do this slow...I'm talking snail or turtles pace," he smiled as he used my own words on me. "Ease you into things. Take it one day at a time."
"And if I don't like doing it how you're accustomed to doing it?" I asked, suddenly unable to hold his gaze again.
Steve chuckled. "I am not accustomed to doing it that way. Believe it or not I haven't dated or been with a woman in a while. And not all women are open to the idea anyway. We can try it and if you aren't then we do it the old fashioned way, no rules and no consequences," his finger came under my chin to lift my head and meet his gaze before he shrugged. "I am flexible."
I felt relieved to hear that. I had never done anything like that with Ian or the two short term boyfriends I had before him. Though, I couldn't help, but think of how patient and understanding Steve was being with me, the least I could do was try things his way at least once.
"I'd be willing to try...a little bit…" It came out softly, my eyes going downward again. "When we get to that point," I added quickly. And we were not at that point. Yet.
He was raising my chin again, forcing eye contact. "Only what you are comfortable with," he reassured with a nod. "And like I said before: snails pace. Just like everything else, unless you give the go ahead for faster."
I nodded. "Okay."
Steve looked me over worriedly. "I hope that's not too much to tell you after earlier…"
"No, it's fine. I appreciate your transparency."
He was back to looking relieved. "Good, I'm glad we're on the same page… and if I'm continuing with transparency I've been a little dominant with you during our...encounters... and you've responded very well."
Heat flooded through me and I thought back to every time he used the Captain voice on me, the way my body instantly snapped to his command, the way it only aroused me further. I liked his commands and his praise at my obeying. My heart quickened at the thoughts rushing through my head and I felt a wetness gathering at my core.
God what has he done to me.
"You know Steve… I did plan to ask what exactly had gotten into you today, but not in a bad way, in a…" I swallowed nervously and met his gaze again. He looked at me expectantly to continue. "In a…'what can I do to get him to do it again' way."
I saw his shoulders rise as he tensed, his gaze darkening. His tongue swept over his lips slowly and the action had my body tingling at the memory of his head between my thighs and just what that tongue could do.
"If you want it, Sweetheart, all you have to do is ask… like a good girl," he answered in a gruff voice.
It was suddenly very hot, the air around us thick with tension and heat. I felt nervous and was a little embarrassed to ask, but that ache had returned and was demanding fervently to be satisfied. I couldn't help, but think myself greedy. He'd already gotten me off once today and here I was ready to beg for more. But the look in Steve's eye told me he wanted to do it just as much as I wanted him too.
"Ask me." He ordered at my silence, his gaze penetrating me.
"Captain," I started in a low voice noticing the way his chin lifted at the word. "Will you… taste me again?"
Steve sighed low and deep. "With pleasure."
In a blur of movement I was suddenly on my back, my leggings discarded, thighs spread wide enough to fit broad shoulders and his tongue doing things had me gripping the couch for dear life. All I could do was lie back and close my eyes and let the pleasure hurricane sweep me away.
