Chapter 7: Covert Winter
Warning: This is an update from my previous version of this Fanfiction, written by me as SakuraAeris1497 on Deviantart and Tumblr as well as this Fanfiction account of Sairahiniel SakuraAeris1497. Chapter 11 is now moved to this chapter so other chapters are being moved further while new chapters are added. Due to the lemon in this chapter, read at your own risk. My lemons are very detail-oriented and I can get descriptive. If you like, carry on fellow reader, but if not skip to the next chapter or wait for new chapters. Enjoy!
Chapter 7: Covert Winter
Anya and Winter had been seeing each other for many years now and were officially a married couple with God and Vixie as their only witness. They dated for about a year before the Winter Soldier learned about Anya's dark, troubled childhood and he confessed his love to her. In that moment of being comforted, Anya also confessed her love to Winter before the raven-haired assassin proposed to the redhead after two years of dating. Even though they only saw each other a few times every few months in one year, it seemed as though they lived together, dined together, and conversed together forever. They were a true husband-and-wife team and nothing would ever change that fact of gospel truth.
It just so happened that during the early part of the year 1990, the Winter Soldier was put on an undercover mission to act as a civilian so he could steal some top-secret information, gain reconnaissance on the victim, and then assassinate an important male figure in Moscow at his master's request. He was allowed to go anywhere to hide out as long as he got the job done and he always kept in touch with his leaders on the dot of the clock so he would get clear-cut instructions on his mission. Of course, Winter just grinned and tried to bear it as he held back the temptation to roll his silver-blue eyes and tell his superiors that he knew how to do his job and didn't need to be treated like a kid. However, he knew what terrible punishments came from any form of disobedience or refusal and it made him cringe, shiver, and even tear up when he spoke about or even thought about it. That's why he just got his mission and prepared to go to his 'hideout.'
Once again, just as he always did during his walks through the Russian woods, Winter made sure he wasn't being followed before he made it to his secret lake as he waited for Anya. The snow crunched under his ebony combat boots as the rest of the tiny drops cascaded on him like powdered sugar on homemade funnel cakes before he caught a whiff of Anya's rose smell. Satisfied to see and smell his loving, gentle wife, Winter grinned under his ebony muzzle mask before Anya grinned back at him. Again, she looked just like Anna in Disney's Frozen as she wore her dress and boots to match her red hair, blue eyes, and bright, white smile. In this tender scene, Anya came to Winter to hug him, thank God for his safe return, and welcome him back on yet a successful mission before they walked hand-in-hand like a newlywed couple on Valentine's Day back to their cottage.
Once they were inside and had stripped off their shoes and constricting, unnecessary clothing, the couple headed towards the couch to be by the warm fireplace while the red-furred pet fox, Vixie, curled up in the large cushioned armchair nearby. Fortunately for Winter, Anya already had some food prepared for the two of them as Anya gave Vixie some of the samples from the delectable meal before the couple had a picnic on one of her mother's large quilts. Sure, it was pretty simple for Anya and Winter, but they were together; that was all that mattered to them. After eating the meal and cleaning up the remnants of their indoor picnic, Winter and Anya sat on the couch as they talked together. That's when the Winter Soldier told Anya all about the places he traveled to on his last few missions as the young woman listened attentively without judgement before he told Anya about his latest mission. He didn't give her all the details, since his leader hid some details from him too, but he did tell her what he honestly knew. Anya agreed to these terms and even offered to help him prepare for going into town for recon in disguise before Winter accepted this with a smile and embrace directed at reciprocate the gestures that the man made towards her, Anya smiled before she kissed the man.
Who would ever believe that Anya, an average Russian citizen and former betrayed employee of a bad assassination group, was kissing THE famous Winter Soldier? Not many would believe it unless they saw it for themselves. That's why the two took advantage of this moment as they kissed on the couch while Vixie watched silently like a guard dog. After another half an hour to an hour of catching their breath and and kissing, Anya stopped their make-out session before she looked towards the stairs. Winter didn't know what his wife was thinking as he tried to see what she saw before she suggested, "How about we take this make-out session somewhere else? We both look pretty haggard."
"So, what do you suggest?"
"I think we should get you a shower before you go on your mission. In fact, I think we should take a shower together." Anya suggested before she kissed Winter's cheek sweetly as she grabbed his hand and lead him upstairs to their master bedroom. Winter looked around the room to get a feel for his surroundings after being away for so long before Anya pointed to the bathroom door. The shower was big enough for the couple, but Winter started to become nervous. He had never seen Anya completely bare before and he didn't want lust to take over; he just didn't want to hurt her in any way, shape, or form. Anya could sense his silent reaction with her telekinesis before he could even have a chance to explain while she smiled gently. She didn't want to scare or force her husband to do anything he didn't want to do, so she placed a gentle hand on Winter's face to get him used to the idea. Winter clutched Anya's smaller hand to his cheek with his metal hand as the coolness of the silver ridges felt great against Anya's warm hand with a sense of longing in his touch. Just from the way he was acting, it seemed like it had been a while since Winter was touched so intimately or gently. Therefore, Anya also kept her voice gentle too as she soothed, "Hey, it'll be okay. You won't hurt me, ever, so just think of it as a new experience. Maybe you'll have fun because you'll finally see all of me."
"I don't know about this. I just don't want to hurt you, Anya."
"It's not like you haven't seen me naked before."
"Correction: You were half-naked and suffering from PTSD years ago…Is this right?"
"I'll be bluntly honest with you…I'll only do this if you want to do this because I don't scare or force people to do something they obviously don't want to do. I've been there and done that, so I don't want someone to be in the same position I was in years ago in 'that' group…To tell you the truth, I just really want you to hold me with those strong arms of yours. Plus, I've never seen all of you except your arms and chest, which I must say looks good, even after all these years."
"They do?"
"Yep. You haven't lost your touch, my dear Winter Soldier." Anya replied innocently in Winter's ear in an almost seductive whisper, which caused him to almost shiver in pleasure. He never expected his wife to want him this much, but he could see her slight hunger for him as she clutched the broad shoulders under his black leather uniform and twirled some of his hair around on her finger with a gentle smile on her face. Anya used her azure doe eyes on Winter and once again, he melted like putty in her hands as he complied to her demand with a gentle nod. Anya smiled and kissed Winter on the cheek sweetly before she threw off her long-sleeved dress, leaving her in only her black lace bra, her mother's golden locket, and dark pants. Then, Winter came up behind Anya's back, pulling her flush against his chest, as he moved her silky hair out of the way before he nuzzled the girl's back, shoulders, and neck near her scars as he gently slid the bra straps off of Anya's arms. Anya arched her body into the touches to allow Winter ample room to remove the straps as he kissed his way from her lower back up to her shoulders before he buried his face in her neck, inhaling her sweet floral scent, as Anya tilted her head to the side. Then, Winter kissed and gave soft nips and licks to Anya's neck gently as he unclipped the bra, letting the ebony clothing article crash to the hardwood floor below. This caused Anya to blush furiously with a bashful grin as the assassin stared at her grotesque scar. Winter looked on as he shook his head, "I've never forgotten those scars on your back. Now I know how you truly got them."
"It wasn't you, so don't worry about it…I haven't forgotten yours either." Anya replied as she turned around to face Winter. Winter just gaped at her upper body as he could feel himself grow hard. He simply kept his mouth closed but kept his sapphire gaze glued to Anya's chest as she just blushed. Her soft, velvety breasts were not too big or too small but were a perfect medium for someone of her petite body build, size, and stature. They made her look innocent yet somewhat sexy in the heat of the moment as Anya blushed before staring at Winter. Anya just giggled as she reassured him, "It's okay to stare. To be honest, you're the only one who has ever seen me like this…Am I beautiful enough for you or would you prefer someone else?" Winter shook his head in disagreement as he kissed Anya on the lips tenderly, wrapping his arms around her petite physique. Anya knew her answer to the question right then and there as she tangled her fingers into Winter's dark brown hair before she watched him smirk, "Does that answer your question?"
"Perfectly." Anya replied before she and Winter kissed again as they stripped off their pants and underwear at the same time to avoid embarrassment. All of their body was being shown in full view as they stared at each other before blushing crimson red in embarrassment. Winter looked like a Greek god statue with his long, muscular legs suitable for an Olympic runner, broad shoulders, toned chest, large arms that looked like he definitely worked out in a gym, and long raven hair that came to his shoulder blades. Sure, Winter had some scars on his body, but he was still SO hot and handsome! The whole sight of him, everything about him in this naked form, made Anya want to just faint or gasp from seeing a hot male 'model,' even if this was her husband. She just wanted to place her tiny hands all over him as she began to fantasize in that pretty head of hers. Anya felt so 'dirty' for staring at Winter like this, but she just couldn't help herself. This was not lust but genuine love and affection for this man as she gaped at him. Winter was hers and hers alone, so she could enjoy the view with no shame; Winter could do the same too since Anya was his wife and was his alone. If Anya would've contacted a good artist, she'd kindly ask them to paint a portrait of her Winter so she could gladly frame it on her bedroom wall in a sort of 'shrine' surrounded by candles, neon lights, and paper cut-outs of hearts.
Anya had soft yet seducing curves and dips to her body that Winter never noticed until now, and to him, she was one of God's most beautiful angels. She was a true European gem to marvel at. In all honesty, she could pass as the Russian version of Rose from Titanic or even the famous Games of Thrones actress who was the face of Sansa Stark, Sophie Turner. Despite her scars, Anya still looked irresistible and beautiful to the super soldier ex-assassin. She looked like a red-haired princess from a fairy tale book. Her waist-length, crimson waves cascaded down from her scalp and seemed to display her beautiful body rather well as her face turned the color of her hair from all of her blushing. Her 'Snow White' smile and complexion seemed to glow ivory in the moonbeam rays of the window as Winter smiled gently at his wife. Her blue zircon-colored eyes even held a love and passion to them that Winter had never seen before as she blinked innocently at him. This caused Winter's starlight blue eyes to mirror hers with the same gentle love and passion. With that, Vixie watched the door while the couple walked towards each other. They shared a chaste kiss before they walked into the shower together, hand-in-hand.
Anya turned the knob on for warm water with a grin directed at Winter as the water cascaded down upon her and Winter like a rain storm in Summer. Winter shuddered a little at the warmth, for he was Winter itself while Anya was more like Fall and he was never bothered by the cold, but Anya reassured him as she kissed him under the water. Winter kissed her right back with the same urgency as he rested his hands on her hips while she firmly planted her hands in his silken hair. After the couple kissed for several minutes under the water, Anya stopped to lather up her hands with her rose-scented shampoo as she rubbed it across her own scalp before turning to Winter to do the same to him. The feeling of her artistic fingers intertwined in his hair, stroking his tresses and massaging his scalp, made him moan more as he bent his back and his head forward to rest his head in the crook of Anya's neck. Winter nuzzled the girl's neck with gentle kisses as he gripped Anya's 'fun-sized' hips more tightly, rubbing gentle circles into her flesh, while she giggled like a flirtatious schoolgirl. Winter enjoyed the scent of his wife's soothing trademark fragrance before Anya rinsed the suds from his scalp, therefore cleaning each individual strand of dark brown hair without getting any hair products or water into Winter's eyes on accident, as she smiled gently. As she stared at Winter, she asked him, "Can you promise me something?"
"Anything."
"Don't ever cut your hair shorter than this length. It gives me something to do while I'm with you and plus, it's too beautiful to cut."
"It is?"
"Yes, and that's no lie."
"I'll tell you what. If you don't cut your hair no shorter than your shoulders, then I won't cut my hair either. Deal?"
"Deal." Anya grinned as she and Winter resumed with the process known as their relaxing shower. Winter and Anya didn't want this moment to ever end as they continued. They both lathered up their own hands and cleaned themselves up before kissing as the warm water rained down on them. The shower lasted longer than expected, but it didn't matter as the two kissed before they each grabbed soft towels to shake off the drops from their dripping hair and dry off their soaking super soldier bodies. The two had never felt so clean and refreshed until now as they both smiled before they quickly dressed and headed back to the bedroom to resume their make-out session.
Anya relaxed into the pillows as Winter climbed on top of her, placing one leg on either side of her small hips as he leaned down to kiss her again. Anya moaned against her husband quietly and tangled her fingers in his damp (almost dry) hair as she kissed his neck and collarbone while he moaned against her skin too. This moment reminded the girl of when the assassin comforted her years ago after he learned about her scars and dark past before they exchanged passionate moments together. So many times, they got so close to doing it, and so many times, they stopped before things got too steamy. In all honesty, they never got past the actions of snuggling, hugging, kissing, or cuddling on the couch or in bed together. For years, Anya had always wanted Winter to take her virginity from her because he was the only one she trusted since her 'encounter' with the bad group. However, she thought that if she told him the truth about finally consummating their marriage, he'd never do it out of fear that he might hurt her. However, Anya didn't let her thoughts cloud her genuine love for the poor man as she arched into his feathery kisses and touches. Each touch sent shivers and tingles of pleasure down Anya's spine as the contact drove her over the edge. Clearly, this assassin had some practice because he knew how to make the Fox Beauty a moaning mess. Where he learned how to pleasure someone of the opposite sex, she did not know and in the back of her mind, it didn't matter. Anya didn't care, as long as Winter was touching Winter kissed and nipped Anya's neck, Anya pulled him closer to her body as she moaned in pants, "…Winter…T-Take me as yours…" Winter stopped kissing Anya as he sat up straight and stared into her amber-hazel gaze. Was he hearing things or did Anya just say what he thought she said? He figured what she really wanted and he would've done it in a heartbeat if this was what she really wanted. She genuinely loved him and he genuinely loved her, so why not make it official to the world that she was his and he was hers? He would do anything to please her to prove his love and devotion to her, and she'd do the same for him. It's not that he didn't want to do it with her, but he feared he may hurt her on accident during the intercourse. In all honesty, The Winter Soldier was nervous. Anya figured this much as she cupped Winter's smooth cheek in her hand to reassure him, "If you think you'll hurt me, you have another coming to you…You won't hurt me, so don't worry."
"I know. You've said it time and time again, but I have to know the truth."
"Okay."
"Is this what you really want-because I won't force you to do this if this isn't what you want? I'd do anything for you if it made you safe and happy, but I don't want to hurt you. Remember that you're still a virgin and once I take your innocence away, it's like a human life. I can't give it back because it'll be lost forever, so I have to know the truth before we do anything else."
"I want this more than anything. I've never wanted anything so badly until I met you, so I'm ready. I trust you…Are you sure you're ready, Winter? I won't make you do this if you don't want to either, but I do want to make it official that no one can have me but you. I'd rather you be my first than have one of those men who want to hurt me take me."
"I agree, and I'm ready whenever you are."
"Then, what are you waiting for, Winter Soldier? I'm all yours for the taking, so enjoy this while you can. I know I will." Anya smirked with a flirtatious pout as she moved her crimson eyebrows up and down in a sexy manner. Winter could do nothing but smirk and laugh at the gesture as he smiled, "With pleasure." Winter gazed down at his wife lovingly as he lazily stroked his hand over Anya's cheek, running his hands through her half-dry, half-damp crimson curls, while Anya giggled at his ticklish touch. Winter just smirked at Anya before he grabbed her soft lips into a passionate kiss as Anya grabbed his soft hair again. The right amount of pressure on his scalp caused Winter to moan against his wife as she moaned too from the man touching her so intimately when he ran his hands up and down her sides. The two lightly moaned as the passion continued before Winter rested his forehead against Anya's neck. Anya gasped at her husband as he kissed and nipped her neck gently again, for her soldier boy was always full of surprises, while her artistic fingers reduced the stoic man to a moaning mess. Winter then moved down lower before he slid the straps of Anya's trademark pink nightgown down as Anya allowed Winter ample time and space to free her from the cloth, leaving her in only her matching black and pink lace panties. She blushed again in bashfulness as Winter gazed down at her half-naked body before he did a kind act to the girl. He smiled gently and craned his neck and head down to place a tender kiss against her rapidly beating heart, causing Anya to hold her breath and have a heart palpitation, as she smiled at the loving gesture.
Winter grinned again before he moved lower and began to pleasure Anya using the girl's own bosom as Anya moaned and clutched to his hair just to keep composure. Winter smirked against Anya as he nipped and kissed Anya's breasts. Anya arched into the gentle touches while she moaned, her mouse-quiet mewls of pleasure being heard, as she begged her husband, "Oh, W-Winter…Please, don't t-tease me. Please touch me, I need y-you…" That's all Anya needed to say as Winter expertly sealed his skilled mouth around one of her erect nipples, causing her to gasp in surprise and pure pleasure, as he suckled on the rosebud. Winter's head tilted with his movements as Anya smiled and moaned against him. Winter fondled and massaged the other velvety breast with his opposite human hand gently like bread dough as he swirled his tongue along the soft yet tender flesh of her nipple, earning him more innocent moans from his wife as he smiled. He seemed to be doing this right, even if this was the first time for the both of them, as he smiled before switching breasts. Once Winter's bionic hand grasped her other breast and Anya's cold golden locket touched her skin, Anya felt goose bumps on her arms as her body flushed. The girl shuddered in pure joy and pleasure as the cool metal made Winter's previous tongue foreplay frigid while she gasped and moaned underneath her in Winter's life had he ravished a woman in this way, and yet Anya chose him to make her feel this way. She could've chosen any other man on Earth besides someone like him, and yet she chose him every single time. This warmed Winter's heart to the core as he realized that Anya had always accepted him (and she always would) while he continued in his ministrations. Meanwhile, Anya squirmed in pleasure under his protective body as Winter smirked against her skin. This seemed to be pleasuring Winter to the core as he felt warm and hard every second he spent in this bedroom with Anya. This Russian red-head was really making him aroused and was really turning him on. Winter decided to take the passionate love-making further as he slid off his boxers before taking off Anya's panties. As the fabric slid down her petite body, Anya laughed while she innocently covered her eyes with both hands as Winter chuckled at his wife's cute, chaste mannerisms. Winter looked up at Anya as she uncovered her eyes and smiled with an innocent red blush before he went to work. Winter kissed his way down her abdomen all the way down her legs and thighs before going down to her ankles. These gestures sent shivers of pleasure down Anya's body as she trembled slightly before she complete pleasure. It seemed as though this foreplay was not only pleasuring the couple, especially Anya, but it was also preparing the couple for the task at hand. That's when Anya's thoughts of passion were interrupted as she felt Winter spread her legs apart with his callused hands while he inhaled her intoxicating rose scent. The thought of this moment finally coming true drove both individuals crazy as Winter began to gently finger Anya's beautiful bud. He didn't want to be rough with Anya, since it was their first time, so he started off gentle. Even if Anya wanted him to be rough or he wanted to 'play' with Anya, Winter could never be rough with Anya because that wasn't his style, especially around her. He feared him hurting her to make her have a reason to hate him or stop loving him and he didn't want that. Anya was the only one who was ever nice to him since he became an assassin and he didn't want to screw it up because he couldn't contain his feral tendencies.
While these passionate acts were being done, Anya clutched the bed sheets tightly with her super soldier death-grip as she moaned in complete pleasure before Winter decided to delve into the red-haired girl's flower with his expert tongue. Of all the muscles he chose to use, he chose to use the little pink muscle in-between his teeth to make Anya feel pleasure. And the things he could do with that tongue by flattening it, taking slow cat licks with it, or doing other things with it would bring a true womanizer to shame! Even the soft scraping of Winter's stubble or hair against Anya's delicate, creamy thighs felt so good and pleasurable enough to evoke sensual moans out of her. Also, the purring of the Winter Soldier as he made love to Anya's nether regions with his mouth and tongue only made her feel more pleasure and joy as she clutched to his hair, which only heightened Winter's pleasure and made him not only harder in his nether regions but made him moan from Anya's fingers and nails rubbing against his tender scalp. What was happening to Anya at the hands of the Winter Soldier was every Marvel fan girl's fantasy and that was saying something. This caused the girl to gasp loudly with a sharp moan of pleasure, the Russian girl grabbing Winter's dark hair in urgency just to keep control over her pleasure as she bucked her petite hips against him. This only made Winter want her more before he sucked and licked her faster and faster, his good-sized tongue and teeth moving over her pink folds of muscle and even her delicate clitoris gently yet expertly, as Anya clutched his silken locks and bucked against him. When he sensed Anya was close, Winter continued his ministrations until he brought his warm human and cold metal fingers to the girl's pleasure point again as he leaned up to kiss Anya's swollen red lips to stifle her passionate moans. This caused the young dame to not only taste her own sweet nectar on Winter's tongue but to also experience her first climax as her lovely juices spilled out of her little opening while she panted heavily on the bed. Anya was a hot moaning mess as she panted for air heavily while Winter lapped up all of her sweet nectar like a thirsty dog, causing her to pant and moan more while her husband smiled. A moment passed before she and Winter gazed into each other's bright eyes, both spouses ready for the act about to take place. Winter positioned himself over Anya as he prepared to enter her, but he was nervous once again, so she reassured him, "Go ahead. I'll be fine." Winter was slightly convinced by his wife but slightly scared of what would happen as he admitted timidly, "It may hurt and I'm sorry if it does. It'll hurt me more than it hurts you but always know that I love you and I don't ever want to hurt you or watch you get hurt…So, I'll ask again: Are you sure?"
"With the pain comes the pleasure. Pain is temporary and it will pass, but I just want you, all of you…Please, Winter." Anya practically begged as tears almost fell from her eyes. How could he refuse her now when they had gotten this far? He had to do this, for her, no matter what. Winter loved and respected Anya too much to refuse her. Winter leaned down and French-kissed Anya before he entered her slowly. He didn't want to hurt her by pounding into her too roughly, so he kept his movements precise and gentle. Anya clutched to her husband tightly as her inner walls stretched to their fullest to make sure he fit inside her. He fit like a glove, surprisingly, but it still hurt Anya a little as she bit her bottom lip to stifle a whimper and a painful scream. Anya didn't want anyone to find and interrupt this beautiful moment, so she held back her screams with all her might to avoid unwanted attention. Anya had heard many stories from many local women (while in disguise because of what the bad group made her do, which made her a hated woman in Russia and even the world) about intercourse being painful, but actually, it didn't hurt as bad as she thought it would. However, it still hurt a little. Anya didn't bleed, even when her hymen broke (because it broke many years ago in strenuous acrobatic and self-defense activities while in the bad group), and she didn't even scream in pain. Anya just hugged her husband tightly and wrapped her legs around his waist as she remained perfectly still like a statue. Innocent tears of virginity streamed from her baby blue eyes as she trembled in pleasure and slight pain, whimpers escaping her throat as she tried to ride out the temporary caused Winter to worry as he thought that he had accidentally hurt his beloved Anya. Winter wanted to make this night something the couple would both fondly remember, but he believed that he had ruined everything because he had hurt Anya. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her during what was supposed to be such a tender moment. Winter hugged Anya close to his muscled chest, using his strong arms, as he peppered the girl's face, neck, shoulders, collarbone, and chest with soft kisses. He sweetly apologized over and over again to her in both English and Russian, making this moment even more special to her because he was so caring and gentle. He was never rough in bed, even if he was angry or if Anya wanted him to play dirty, and he was always asking if Anya was okay, making sure she wasn't hurt during the intercourse. If Anya ever told him the intercourse hurt or if she ever asked him to stop, he would listen. That's how much he loved her, and Anya was glad to have a husband like the Winter Soldier. Anya just hugged Winter back before she looked up at him. Winter looked about ready to cry, thinking he had hurt his beloved, as she held his face with one hand to reassure him that she was fine and that she just needed to get used to this feeling. This was a new experience for her, so she needed to prepare herself before the real fun began. She even asked if she could readjust to the new position. Winter was more than willing to comply with her until the very end of the line as he let her readjust, which didn't take but a few minutes, before Anya bucked against her husband in a steady rhythm. Winter met this rhythm in sync until they both were a moaning mess, sweat gleaming down their skin, as they thrusted into each other with great passionate love and equal urgency. The bed creaked from old age (the main reason being that it had been here since Anya was sixteen back in the 1920's and 1930's) and the power of the thrusts as Anya wrapped her arms around Winter's neck and rubbed her hands down his toned back muscles (trying not to scratch him or hurt him really bad) while she wrapped her petite legs around Winter's waist to give him more access to her beautiful bud. The assassin was kneeling on top of Anya, his large hands by Anya's head (without accidentally clutching her crimson tresses) as he clutched the bed sheets underneath him while he thrusted deeply into his wife, panting heavily as he went. The couple smiled at one another as they thrust as thoughts of passion ran through their feeble minds. They even whispered confidence-boosting compliments like "You're beautiful" or even "I love you" to each other in Russian as they pounded into each other passionately during their art of love-making. After several moments of thrusting, a butterfly feeling reached the pit of their stomachs as Anya climaxed first when she moaned, "Winter," before Winter climaxed on top of her while moaning, "Anya." Winter collapsed on top of Anya as he shuddered against her petite body, causing her to hold this poor assassin as she stroked his hair, tucked his bangs behind his ear, and pressed kisses into his sweaty forehead. It only took Winter a few minutes to calm down completely before he pulled out of Anya to lie down beside her on the bed as they both caught their breath.
The two super soldiers lied down flat on their backs, panting as their chests heaved before Anya intertwined her fingers with Winter's. This caused him to squeeze the artistic digits with a loving smile and turn over to face his wife as Anya turned over to face Winter while she grinned, "I enjoyed that…very much, Winter…Thank you…"
"No problem…That was actually fun…Thank you too."
"Heh…Ready for Round Two, Winter Soldier?" Anya smirked before she climbed on top of Winter, straddling his waist. It was surprising to see the girl have this much energy, but it all made perfect sense. It seemed that Anya really wanted Winter for one night all to herself as he playfully smirked. He was not confused this time about her emotions as he nodded. If she wanted Round Two, then Winter would happily oblige and give her Round Two. Winter just stayed put as Anya began to take the reins of dominance from him. She passionately and gently kissed and nipped his neck, saying compliments like "I love you so much" and "You're so beautiful" to this man in Russian. This just caused Winter to growl lightly as he gritted his teeth to avoid unwanted attention from outside the cottage. Anya just smirked against his skin as she continued to pleasure her husband just like he had pleasured her. She ran her hands up his chest and shoulders and even stroked his legs to make him squirm underneath her. Anya even kissed the scars along Winter's left and right shoulders as well as the new scars on his tanned torso while Winter ran his callused human and cool metal hands up and down Anya's back and sides. The contrast of hot and cold made Anya shiver in pure pleasure as she chastely moaned alongside her husband. All of this action aroused Winter and Anya as the man just trembled in pure pleasure too. This was the first time in many years that someone had touched him, so Winter was going to enjoy this moment with his wife. It was a wonder that no one heard them during this silent night, but it was a good thing that no one did or else the bad group that hunted Anya or even Winter's master would have their heads. However, both Winter and Anya pushed those terrible, irking thoughts from their heads as they continued with Round Two.
Then, Anya did something that not even Winter would've expected. Winter gripped the bed sheets as hard as he could to avoid grabbing Anya by the long hairs of her head, which would either hurt her or cause major discomfort if he did so, as he bit his bottom lip just to keep composure. Winter thrashed his head from side to side as stars filled his heightened vision and his hair became a dark, spiraled mess. The beads of perspiration fell from Winter's brow as he gasped loudly before those gasps turned to passionate moans. All of a sudden, the Winter Soldier bucked against Anya, causing her to take more of him into her mouth. Literally, he was a moaning mess compared to his stoic killer side. However, Winter enjoyed this feeling while he gasped as Anya's head bobbed up and down, causing Winter to moan more, as he felt Anya's warm and gentle tongue of wet pink muscle swirl around him. After a while, he felt a liquid rush course through his veins as he moaned loudly and trembled. That's when he released the sheets and grabbed Anya's head to steady himself as his wife complied before his warm seed shot into Anya's mouth. At the same time, a moan filled with loving pleasure escaped the raven-haired man's lips as he collapsed harshly against the mattress while he panted heavily, icy silver-blue eyes snapped shut. The new taste was unexpected for her first time but nonetheless sweet as Anya gladly swallowed Winter's juices before lapping all of her husband up. Winter just gazed down at Anya, never expecting her to be so dirty before, with a smile before she entered him from above. Winter's large hands gripped Anya's tiny hips tight enough to leave bruises as Anya gasped when stars filled her heightened vision. Winter also gasped too when Anya entered him before she grinded against her husband as she straddled him, riding him as Winter matched Anya's perfect pace in sync. Their harmonious rhythm started over again at a swift pace as the two lovers felt complete once again during their thrusts and moans before they both climaxed time, Anya pulled out of Winter before she collapsed to the bed harshly from fatigue. The red-head rested for a few moments to catch her breath before she relaxed into the pillows on the side of the bed closest to the window. Anya laid on her side as Winter planted his bionic hand behind his head before he draped a protective arm around Anya's little waist. Literally, the two rested against each other like two spoons in a drawer. Anya smiled as she turned to kiss her husband on the lips before she laid back down. Winter rested his head on Anya's soft shoulder as he kissed the tender flesh before he covered them both up with the soft bed sheets. The moonlight cascaded the married couple from Russia with slight warmth and a silver glow as they slumbered in the safety of each other's loving embrace.
