AN: I felt a little background on Maria and Dottie's relationship was necessary

Enjoy x

1940

A pair of nineteen year old girls stood against each other breathing hard. They had just been dancing close, dancing fast, and it had been intense, intimate even. They were extremely focused during their routines despite the attraction– but it was afterwards when they took a moment to breathe and they looked at each other, both knowing what was coming next. Despite the cold of the studio, they could both feel the heat radiating off of one another – and it was thrilling. Sexuality was heavily encouraged at the Academy, though it was not encouraged within the Academy, or with the same sex. They would probably be killed for what they were about to do, if they were ever caught. Sexuality was a weapon, a tool to slip by defences easily, it was not something to be indulged in, not something to take pleasure in. They had both returned from different countries after months of being apart – luckily for them, months were all it was for now. They knew that one day, it would be years before they ever saw each other again, if they ever. Around the Academy, they addressed each other by the numbers Seven and Sixteen, just like everyone else. In private however, they called each other by the names they came back with, and had been doing so for a couple of years now. Both cast one last quick glance around the room, to make sure it was truly empty before their lips met greedily, hands roaming both soft and strong bodies. Fire and water, both colliding into each other, both a force not to be reckoned with, both a force reckoning with each other. They had grown a little more experienced since their last encounter. The blonde, Irene Genrich, was pushed back into the mirror, allowing the dark haired girl, Katharina Moroz to have her way with her. Due to past experience, they knew they wouldn't be interrupted, not here, not at this time of the evening.

Fresh green eyes locked with cool blue as Katharina lifted the Irene's legs so that they wrapped around her hips. Her hands slid up a pair of strong thighs, past the hem of her skirt, eliciting a pleased sigh from the girl before her. She pushed herself even closer and began pressing her lips against Irene's racing pulse point, where she bit down.

Irene let out a small gasp, "Kath-! Be careful." She warned, her eyelids fluttering shut as Katharina ran her hot tongue along her jaw. Leaving marks would have been a sloppy thing to do. Irene's thighs were continuing to be caressed by Katharina who was slowly working her way to her inner thighs, teasing her, letting her get as wet as she could before giving her anything. Irene was beginning to get impatient; they didn't have the luxury of taking all night. She opened her eyes and frowned at Katharina, who knew she was becoming frustrated and simply smirked in response.

Irene's blue eyes widened slightly when she felt Katharina's hand move to where it needed to be, pushing aside her underwear. The blonde smiled finally and held onto Katharina's shoulders to keep steady as she began moving her hips and grinding into the hand. She pressed her lips together as she did so, suppressing any moans. Katharina watched her, taking in every look Irene made, every reaction to what she did. She often found herself thinking about the way Irene looked and sounded when she pleased her – especially when she wasn'tsure how long it would be until they next met. She shouldn't, she knew that, but she was proud of it. It felt good knowing that she could reduce such an intimidating, attractive murderer to small whimpers and moans, where no one else could, not like this. At least not to Katharina's knowledge. Her slender fingers were already slipping in and out of Irene, fast and hard, causing her to lift her head back and rest it against the mirror behind her, panting for breath, cheeks red with arousal.

"Is that good?" Katharina asked in a husky voice. Irene nodded enthusiastically, being fucked senseless by Katharina had never been bad thing, "Yes, that's good." She managed to reply, her nails beginning to dig into the other girl's shoulders. Her legs began to tighten around Katharina's waist, and her mouth opened slightly as she neared her finish. Katharina kept up the pace, even pushing harder into Irene, causing her to moan loudly before she was quickly muffled with a rough kiss. Irene continued to cry into her mouth as she hit her edge. Katharina personally loved how loud she was, she just wished she could enjoy it properly, and not have to quieten Irene, even if the kissing was pleasant. Keeping her quiet was better than being lynched though. The blonde came down from her high and began to lower her voice, and Katharina slowed to a stop and let her down off of her hips. She held her up at the arms, as Irene was still weak at the knees, catching her breath, smiling. Suddenly, Irene switched their positions, so it was now Katharina whose back was against the mirror.

"Your turn." Irene purred.

Once they had finished, they parted with a kiss before heading their separate ways.

Morning came quicker than usual, it seemed, and the girls headed to briefing. Each were given individual assignments, assignments which they were supposed to keep a secret. Irene read hers, and her heart began racing. This was it. This was what she had been trained for all this time, this was what she had been waiting for all of her life. She looked up at her headmistress who gave the slightest hint of a smile on those normally stiff red lips, and then a nod, as if to reassure Irene that this was real.

Later in the studio, Katharina gave her a simple goodbye, nothing more than a few words. No goodbye sex, no kiss, no hug, nothing. It left her a little baffled, but Irene assumed that she was simply upset because she hadn't been the one picked to serve. She knew how hard Katharina had been working, so she could understand why she probably felt frustrated, so Irene didn't ask questions.

Katharina was the only one who knew better than that – and it would stay that way.

Irene would serve Leviathan as an officer for the next four years under the name of Anastasiya Unikov. When she had proven herself, she was to head to America in nineteen forty-five and adopt the alias of Ida Emke, who she would use to seduce the American inventor, Howard Stark, in order to steal from him. She had long since pushed the memory of Katharina from her mind; it had just been fun, a way to satisfy one another's needs. Nothing less and nothing more, it was highly unlikely she would ever see her again anyway, she was probably already dead.

After that, a year later, Dottie Underwood, an aspiring ballet dancer from Iowa, would take Ida Emke's place and attempt to destroy New York City with Leviathan's own Johann Fennhoff – not knowing that his plan was simply petty revenge against Stark. When Dottie Underwood failed to kill Stark, the city, Peggy Carter, and realised the fall of Leviathan, she did not return to Russia like she should have. She felt like a failure, she felt ashamed, and she felt like a fool for believing in Fennhoff. She truly believed his plans were bigger than what they were. If she went back to Russia now, they would only humiliate her further before killing her. She instead stayed in America and became a mercenary, only to then meet Peggy Carter once more and change her life for good.