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Black Lace & The Secret HYDRA Hug

Gem POV:

It was an extremely humid July mid-morning, but for some ungodly reason we were eating on the outside patio of the little Belgium place with the awesome waffles and mimosas. God my hair was frizzing like crazy (and it wasn't pretty) in the humidity as we sat outside, eating our strawberry waffles and seafood omelet (waffles for me, omelet for him).

"Why couldn't we eat inside? Bet it's cooler in there." I grumbled under my breath, cutting a piece of my waffle with my knife and fork.

"It's crowded inside, baby." He told me, cutting up his omelet. "There's not that many tables and, excuse me, but I do like to have some privacy when out with you instead of having other patrons up my ass in crowded tables." He told me, his Brooklyn accent heavy and laced with a slight attitude, before bringing his omelet covered fork to his lips. Around a mouthful of his shrimp filled pillowy eggs, he changed the subject with, "I hate malls, so we're not going to Victoria's Secret. You wanna google a small shop instead?"

"You want to go to a boutique instead of a chain, that might be cheaper?" I asked, my voice hiking up in disbelief, as I cut another piece of my waffle.

"Yea." Brock nodded, reaching for his glass of melon sparkling water. Taking a sip, he added in, "I told you, I don't like malls."

"Is there a reason why you don't like malls?" I asked around a forkful of my fluffy and heavenly strawberry smothered Belgium waffle.

"They're crowded, noisy, and I had to do an undercover OP in one and pose as an electronic store manager cause one of the employees was a blackhat hacker getting into world security intelligence."

"Oh…" I trailed off, slightly nodding, while reaching for my berry and blood orange mimosa.

"It was when I was new to SHIELD. Barton was on the undercover OP too as my assistant mananger. HE was always popping out of vents and scaring the shit out of everybody in the mall."

"You know Clint?" I asked, taken aback that he knew Hawkeye. I knew that Thor was his friend because they were Avengers, but I guess I wasn't expecting Brock to know him too.

"Yep." Brock popped his tongue. "We were recruited at the same time." He explained while eating his brunch.

"Oh."

"He was using his 'employee discount' to get Playstations, dvd players, and car speakers for his wife's old pickup."

"You know about his family?" I blurted out, shocked about that since Thor said the Bartons were kept secret.

"I told you, we were recruited at the same time and had some early missions together."

"Oh…" I trailed off, sipping on my mimosa.

"I assume you know cause you live with Thor."

"Yea, but Thor knows because of the Asgardian gatekeeper, I think. Clint hasn't actually told him, so…"

"Don't worry, Barton knows about you. He'll be fine with you knowing about Laura and the kids."

"Oh, okay."

"So, you wanna do Coup De Foudre or Le Bustiere for the lingerie?" Brock asked, looking up from his phone.

"Um, the first one sounds nice."

"Then Coup De Foudre it is." Brock nodded, pressing a few things on his phone to pull up directions for the fancy sounding shop.

*Half An Hour Later…*

"Place looks nice." Brock remarked, parallel parking in front of a very chic looking lingerie boutique.

The two front windows had a blue lace border painted on them. The window displays were mannequins dressed in very high-end, silky and lacy chemises and teddys. It was obvious to my eye that this was a French lingerie store; we'd be dropping some serious money too just on garters.

"Yea." I simply smiled as we got out of the Jeep.

Silently, he rounded the Jeep and joined by side. Placing his hand on the small of my back, he lead me over to the walkway and then to the door of the lingerie boutique. Painted on the glass door in bold red letters was the magical phrase of, Sale! 20% Off!

"Looks like we picked the right place. They're having a sale." Brock smirked, opening up the door (causing the bell chime to go off) and ushering me inside of the brightly lit building. The décor was very French and chic. It was obvious that this place sold European lingerie. Oh boy, I'm gonna be paying out of the nose for a garter or two, even with the sale going on.

Before I could say a word to my boyfriend, the sales lady (who liked like she could be Jessica Rabbit in the flesh) sashayed over to us. "Welcome to Coup De Foudre. Do you need any help?" The redhead (it was obvious her hair was dyed since it was kool-aide fruit punch red) asked, sizing us up as her eyes looked us up and down. Be she was trying to determine how much money she could squeeze out of us.

"No, we don't need any help. We're just here to buy some garters."

"Oh, well, those are on the wall over there. We've got a few designers, both from Paris and New York to pick from." She told us with what could only be described as a retail smile. "

"Thank you." I smiled at the woman before dragging Brock off into the direction she pointed out to us. Honestly, I didn't like how she was eying us up like we were her commission meal ticket.

Brock's heavy black combat boots echoed against the hardwood floor with a loud thump-thump, making the sales lady cringe, as we made our way over to the far wall that had a large display of bras, panties, and garters. "You wanna do the whole set or just the garter, baby?" Brock asked, looking over the items on display, as we came toa stop.

"You just want to look at new lacy things while we fool around at work in supply closets and the gym bathroom, don't you?" I asked, a knowing smirk on my face, as I grabbed a garter and looked at it. It was white and light pink, had some lace border around it too.

"What? 75-bucks for that?!" Brock exclaimed, his hazel whiskey eyes popping out of his head, as he read the price tag that was hanging from the garter I was holding.

"It's only 60-bucks today cause of the 20% off sale."

"Jesus, what's the damn thong cost? 75-bucks too?"

"No, that's gonna be like 40-or-50 dollars."

"What?"

"Bras are gonna be between a hundred or two depending on the style, but everything's 20% off today so it's not that bad."

"Not that bad? Why the hell would anyone spend that much on underwear?"

"Cause cheap underwear is uncomfortable, Brock. Once you get stuck in the armpit by a sales rack Khols underwire bra or get a wedgie from cheap undies you'll go to Victoria's Secret for good underwear."

"What, that pink shit's pricey too?"

"Not as pricey as this boutique, but it's steep."

"Jesus…"

"Oh, how's everything going? I've brought over a chemise I think you might enjoy." The sales lady said, a raunchy smile on her lips, as she held up a deep plum lacy racerback nightie. "It also has matching cheeky underwear." She added in, holding up the matching underwear in her other hand.

"Gem, you like that? I like that for you."

"It's nice." I told him, knowing that as soon as he grabbed the items and saw the price he'd have a stroke.

"Here, Sir." The sales lady told Brock, handing him over the lacy chemise and matching panties. "I'll be around if you need anything else." She added in before scurrying off. Most likely to go find more things.

"Holy shit! Why would somebody pay $230 for a scrap of fabric and another $40 for panties?"

"Cause it's nice, Brock."

"I know it'll look nice on you; I'm just saying the price is insane for something so little."

"I should've met Darcy here and had you go do something else. You're insufferable."

"What? You'd rather go shopping for lacy things I get to strip off of you with Darcy instead of me, your boyfriend?"

"She doesn't whine about prices, plus girls shop for everything together."

"But we're a couple. Doesn't my input on what you wear to my bed count?"

"I thought we were just getting some garters and maybe some bra and panty sets for them, not skimpy nighties too?"

"What? If I'm spending hundreds of dollars in this store I might as well buy you something we can both enjoy."

"Fine, lets go browse the chemise and teddy racks." I relented, walking by Brock with a few items in my hands.

As soon as we stopped at a rack and started browsing, the sales lady rushed over to use with a silky red teddy in her hand. "I think this would go great with your complexion." She told me, holding it up near my chest. Turning to Brock, she asked, "Don't you think this color's great for her?"

"Um, yea…" Brock shrugged, looking at the teddy and imagining how I'd look in it.

"Here, Sir." Jessica Rabbit (yea, I'm calling this lady that) handed Brock over the teddy. I tried to snag it, cause I wasn't sure about a red teddy, but Brock was faster and grabbed it. "Oh, let me grab this baby doll and thong set that'd be great for you. Just wait right here." The woman rattled off excitedly before running off, her high heels loudly clicking against the wooden floor, to grab her next suggestion.

"The help's really nice here."

"Cause she wants you to drop serious money, Brock. Joke's on her, I'm the jackass dropping the money."

"You're not buying this, I am."

"What? Brock, no-" I began to protest, only for Brock to cut me off with, "I have enough money to spoil you with, even tho it's a bit more then I'd like to spend. Don't worry about it, I brought you here so I'll pay."

"Well, you'd be the first boyfriend to buy me lingerie."

Of course the sales lady heard my remark cause she let out a loud gasp before saying, "Oh, sweetie, that's horrible that a man never bought you lingerie before." Shoving the babydoll at me, she grabbed Brock's arm and told him, "Come with me, I'll help you find some things for your girlfriend. She needs extra spoiling since her exes were cheap assholes."

"I'm can here you, you know. I can also pick out my own things."

The sales lady just waved me off before shoving Brock over to a rack with some very naughty looking lingerie on it. All dark black lacey things that ranged from corsets, thongs, cheeky panties, flowy babydolls, high cut teddys, and skin tight lacy chemises. Great…just great…she brought him over to the black things. I just knew that Brock was going to buy everything on that rack by how his eyes twinkled. His mouth watered when he saw me in a black pantie set on our first date, so it was safe to say he'd like black lingerie on me.

"Sir, I think the chemise and cheeky panties would be lovely on your girlfriend." I heard the woman tell Brock as I made my way over to them.

"Fuck, I'm getting all this shit." Brock blurted out, making me want to fall into the ground. I knew, I just knew, he was going to want all the black things on that rack, but I didn't know he was going to react the way he did.

"Oh, well, I'm glad that you like this designer." Jessica Rabbit remarked, her tone sounding a bit started, before going on to add, "While you pick out some things here, I'll go look around the store; see if I can find anything else that might be suitable."

"You know you're gonna have a stroke from sticker shock when we cash out, right?"

"Yea, but it'll be worth it to see you in this tonight." Brock smirked, waggling his brows as he held up the skin tight lacy black chemise for me to see.

"I found a lovely chemise from one of the New York designers that's very nice. It even has a matching kimono." The sales lady announced, rushing over to us with a black and pink floral printed chemise and kimono set.

"Thank you, but we're going to check out now."

"Okay. I'll just ring this up and wait for you at the register to ring up the rest."

"You-" I began to say, only for Brock to cut me off with a pleasant, "Thank you, Ma'am."

"Brock, what the hell?"

"What? It's a nice set."

"You're going to pass out and I'll have to do CPR on your ass cause the bill's going to be so fucking high." I muttered, shaking my head, as we made our way over to the checkout counter.

I placed my items on the counter and them Brock placed the armload of garments he was carrying onto the counter. As the sales lady began to ring up the lingerie the door chime went off. Naturally, me and Brock looked over our shoulders to see who came in. It was just a group of women doing some after brunch shopping. Turning to Brock, I whispered, "Told you girls shop for everything together."

Brock didn't say a word, just cut his eyes at me. He did mutter the word, "Fuck.", whenever Jessica Rabbit told him the total (which was a couple grand) and he had to get out his wallet and hand over his card to pay for the stuff.

He didn't stroke, but his eyes showed his sticker shock all the same. I just gave him a 'told you so' look. Oh, just wait til I tell Darcy about this. She'll get a kick out of it.

"You ready yet, baby?" Brock asked from his spot lounging on his bed, in his black boxer briefs, as he waited for me as I changed in the bathroom.

"Almost." I shouted back as I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, studying myself in the skin tight black lacy chemise.

God, the lingerie looked like it was painted on me. That's how skin tight the black lacy chemise, that barely covered my ass, was. The front was cut in a low v-neck that showed off my cleavage (or lack of it) and the straps were so thin that I'm sure Brock might accidently rip them if he's too rough in yanking the chemise off of me. Hell, I felt so exposed and on display in this lacy black thing. I wasn't the type to wear lingerie for a man, but yet again I dated Geno as a teenager and Blane just didn't give a shit about lingerie or foreplay since everything was about him and just getting done to the nitty gritty. Eh, the few guys I dated in between Geno and Blane didn't get that far, so…yea…this was something new for me.

I took a deep breath, pushed down all of my insecurities, and took one final look at my appearance before flipping off the light and opening up the door. It was time to face the music and strut my stuff for my man. Dear lord, I would end up with Brock Rumlow, the Commander of STRIKE Alpha cause of a blind date Uncle Rocco arranged for me with Arlo's son. Jesus, my life sure did take an unexpected turn. Now I'm wearing lingerie for a triple agent who I'm partnered with in every sense of the word.

"Damn…" Brock's breath whooshed out as he watched me slowly make my way from the bathroom over to the bed. "You look very sexy, baby." He smirked, a smoldering lustful look in his eyes, as he propped himself up into a better sitting position.

"You think so?" I asked, even tho I didn't mean too since I wanted to seem a bit more confident than I was, as climbed into bed.

"Mhm…" He hummed. Holding his arm out, he beckoned in a husky baritone, "Come here, baby." Silently, I placed my hand in his and let him pull me towards him. "I'm a lucky man to have you wearing this for me tonight." Brock smirked, looking me up and down, as I straddled him lap and rested my hands gently on his bare shoulders.

"And I'm lucky that you even bought me this lacy thing to begin with." I responded, a sugary smirk on my pretty face as I looked down at him.

"Guess we're both lucky then."

"Yea, guess so."

Instead of responding to my remark, Brock just wrapped his hand around my neck and brought my face close to his only to press a bruising and hungry kiss to my lips. My fingers tightened; my nails digging sharply into Brock's shoulders, as I hungrily responded to his kisses. My lips pressed hard against Brock's, causing our mouths to mash together in quick, heated movements. I could feel Brock's large calloused hand running its way up my thigh and under my tight camisole only to rest on my hip. Our kisses grew so heated that our teeth were gnashing together as we nipped at tugged at each other's lips.

Brock's teeth tugged at my bottom lip, only to let it go and ask me in a pant, "You wanna keep this on tonight? We can have some fun without taking it off right away."

"You just want to fuck me in something lacy and tight, huh?" I asked, a perceptive look plastered on my face.

"Maybe." Brock smirked, propping himself up against the headboard with his pillow; causing me to sit up in his lap too (since I didn't have a choice, but to sit up). Rubbing my tattooed hipbone, Brock suggested, "How 'bout we get your panties off and my boxers off; then have some foreplay fun."

"Okay." I nodded before scrambling off of my boyfriend's lap and getting off of the bed.

Brock stood up, only to give me a tantalizing kiss while wriggling his hands underneath my chemise. He broke our kiss, only to loop his thumbs under my cheeky panties and swiftly pull them down my legs. I stepped out of them while Brock stood back up. Kicking the lacy black panties to the side, I gave Brock a sultry look only to close the distance between us and run my hands up and down his chest before pulling his black boxer briefs down; freeing his hard member. I slowly ran my hand up and down his dick, teasing him.

"Baby, how bout I sit in bed and you sit behind me and we fool around?"

"What? We're not going to face each other?" I asked, a bit taken aback by the position request my boyfriend made.

"We'll be able to see each other thru the mirror, baby." Brock told me while sitting on the bed. Getting himself in a comfortable position, Brock looked up at me and lustfully added, "It'll be pretty hot, staring at each other in the mirror while we're getting off; seeing what the other usually sees."

"Okay, we'll do your suggestion." I caved, climbing into bed and sitting in between Brock's legs.

"Lean your back against my chest and rest your knees against mine." I told me, pepper kisses on my bare shoulder while pulling the hem of my chemise up just enough to give him against to my wet heat. I did what I was told, only for Brock to run his hand inside of my inner side while kissing my neck. "Look in the mirror. Don't take your eyes off it, okay, baby?"

"Okay." I nodded, setting my chocolate brown eyes on me and Brock's reflection in the large mirror that was propped up on the dresser that was directly across from his bed.

"Fuck, you're already so wet so me." Brock half-hissed, half-groaned into my ear as he teasingly ran his rough fingertips thru my wet folds.

"Oh god, Brock…" I whispered, my chest slowly rising as falling, as his teasing ministrations began to set a fire between my legs.

"Just keep your eyes on the mirror." Brock whispered into my ear as he slowly slipped a finger inside of my wet core.

"Oh god…" I huffed, feeling myself get turned on.

"Hmm…" rock hummed hotly into my ear as he slowly worked his finger in and out of me in a teasing pace. Kissing the back of my neck, he ordered, "Just watch the mirror, see what I see when we're together."

"Oh my god, if you hadn't ruined me for men before then you definitely just did it right now." I mewled as my smug and sultry boyfriend nibbled at the sweet spot behind my ear (the one that he knew made me weak in the knees) while adding another long and calloused finger into my hot, tight, wet core.

Brock let out a low, dark, throaty chuckle. "Good to know I won you over with my skills as a lover, baby."

"Shu up." I playfully ordered him, twining my arm in a way that'd let me grab a hold of his neck, as he worked me over with his fingers.

Resting his chin in the crook of my neck while pumping his fingers faster and faster into me, he huskily smirked, "Look, see how sexy you look when you're all hot and bothered; ready to come undone from my fingers."

My eyes were locked on the mirror; I was starting to become a disheveled mess and the night only just begun. My chest my heaving up and down and my breasts were tightly entrapped in the tight, black, lacy chemise I was wearing. Brock had the hem of it rolled up so high that my belly was exposed (my lady bits were too), so the thing looked more like a belly shirt then an actual chemise. My skin was a bit flushed too. Oh god, so this is how I look every time me and Brock fool around.

"I glad the sight of me wrecked turns you on, honey." I quipped, my voice nothing, but a low mewl as I felt the coil tighten within my lower belly.

"Oh, I'm sure my sex face turns you on too." He chuckled, his breath hot my ear, as I felt myself begin to lose control under his ministrations. I swear, his fingers could play me better than a fiddle.

I could feel his hardness pressed against my back, and for some reason that along with the way Brock's fingers were curling inside of me; hitting my sweet spot just sent me over the edge. "Oh, god…Brock…", Tumbled out of my mouth in a breathy mantra.

My shoulders slumped and my chest wildly went up and down as I caught my breath. Brock, with a mischievous smirk, just hauled me up and positioned me to hover above his hardness. "Just sink down onto me and rest against my chest; I'll do all the work."

"Okay." I nodded. I took a deep breath to steady my racing heart before bracing myself my holding onto Brock's knees and slowly lowering myself onto his lap. "Oh god…" My breath hitched as I leaned back against my boyfriend's shredded chest.

"My dick feels even bigger to you right now, huh?" Brock smugly asked, wrapping an arm loosely around my lower belly while grabbing one of my arms and directing it so that I'd my able to hold the neck. Hmm…seems that he likes it when I hold his neck.

"Yea." I honestly told him as he bucked up. "How much stamina do you have?" I curiously asked, wondering how Brock could handle doing all the work today, as I stared at out reflections in the mirror.

"Oh, I'm an Italian stallion, baby girl." Brock chuckled, his baritone deep and throaty with lust, as he quickly bucked up and down.

Oh god, this man's going to wreck me. Hell…I got work tomorrow too. Why couldn't he wreck me on a Friday or Saturday night? No, he just had to decide on wrecking me tonight cause of the damn lingerie he bought me. Damn lingerie…

"Of course, you are." I lightly huffed, my head shaking from side to side, as Brock moved up and down with jackhammer movements.

Our eyes, chocolate brown and hazel whiskey, locked in the mirror as we moved quickly as one. The only sounds in the room were the creaking of the bed, the slapping of our slick sweaty skin, and our moans. Our gazes were heated and lustful as our movements got quicker, but sloppier.

"Fuck, baby, your pussy's starting to clench around my dick. You getting close, Gem?" Brock bluntly asked, his words sounding dirty in his low raspy voice.

"Yea." I panted, feeling myself begin to lose control. "I'm close."

"Fuck, baby. Fuck, come and milk my dick dry." Brock commanded in a grunting growl as he bucked his hips even faster then what I thought was possible.

Suddenly I came crashing down, moaning Brock's name and I took him with down with me. His eyeballs rolled into the back of his head as he jerked up and found his own release with a roaring moan.

I didn't want to get up this morning, but that was Brock's fault since he kept me up most of the night. After our first round, we rested only for him to peel off my skin tight lacy nighty and bag my brains out. Of course, he had to wake me up before 4 am to go again too. So, it was no wonder that we slept straight thru our alarms. When we finally woke up, we only had about 15 minutes tops to get dressed and out the door.

Somehow, we managed to do it. That was a feat in itself since Brock is very vain about his hair being styled just so. He had a fade with some fluff on top, so it didn't take that long for him to style it, but still, it'd be easier and quicker if he could just comb his hair and go. (Hell, who am I kidding? I like his styled fade and wouldn't want him to have simple comb and go hair)

"We're gonna make it, baby." Brock assured me as he broke every traffic lay known to man; speeding down the road to the Triskelion.

"Yea, cause you're driving like a mad man." I quipped as my boyfriend weaved in and out of morning rush traffic. Oh my God, if he doesn't get back into the other lane soon, we're going to miss out turn.

"Eh, learnt that from Pops." Brock shrugged, serving into the lane that we needed to be in for our turn; nearly sideswiping some poor soul's car too.

"Great, so Arlo taught you how to drive like Ricky Bobby. Good to know." I sarcastically scoffed as Brock took a sharp turn.

"Who's Ricky Bobby?"

"Really? You've never seen that car racing comedy with Will Ferrell and John C. Reilly in it?" I asked, my brows raised in a skeptic shock as my boyfriend raced over the bridge that's take us to the island the Triskelion was at. "It even has that one dude from Green Mile in it as the pit crew master." I quickly added in before my man could even open his mouth.

"Uh, no." Brock's words hung in the air as he drove like a madman.

"It's really funny. We should watch it sometime." I told him as he turned off the bridge and sped into the parking garage.

"Sure." Brock nodded. "We can watch it Friday night at your place." He suggested as he laid his hand hard on his horn, honking at the car in front of us that stopped for a sudden turn without using their blinkers.

"Oh, so we're spending both Friday and Saturday night on my couch." I concluded as Brock drove a bit too fast in the garage.

"Yep." Brock popped his tongue, turning sharply down the next level of the basement style garage; making his wheels screech against the concrete floor. "Be a good excuse for us to hit the gym together too." He smirked, pulling into an open spot next to a large yellow Hummer. "Shit, it's Rollins…" Brock sighed as the driver door of the yellow Hummer opened and Jack Rollins climbed out.

"It'll be fine, Brock. Let's just get going." I assured him before grabbing my bag and slinging it over my shoulder. My boyfriend didn't say a word, just nodded his head and flung his door open.

As I exited the car, I heard Rollins tell Brock, "Thought that was you, mate."

"Yea, Rollins, it's me." Brock dryly replied as I slammed the Jeep's door shut.

"Gem, heard you're working with Pierce on the big project now." Jack told me with a feral smile. Closing the distance between us, he took my hand in his and clasped the back on my neck with his other hand, only to pull me into a hug. He towered over me, so he bent his head down low enough so his hot breath fanned my ear. "Hail HYDRA." Rollins whispered, making my blood run cold.

Yes, Brock had taught me all about the secret 'HYDRA hug', but I wasn't expecting to get pulled into it so soon. Oh, and not in the damn parking garage on a Monday morning either.

"Hail HYDRA." I whispered right back in a low and level tone. Shit, saying those words made me feel sick to my stomach, but it had to be done for my cover.

Rollins pulled away from me and broke our secret hug, only to give me an approvingly look. "I'm glad Brock's got you; that you're one of us cause his hard ass needs somebody that can put up with his bullshit."

Brock sidled up to my side and placed his hand on the small of my back, all while I held my own with Rollins. "Jack, I told you that there was nothing to worry about when it came to me and Brock. I'm a smart cookie; can handle him and the politics just fine."

"Jack, as much as I'd like to socialize in the parking garage, we need to get to work." Brock told Rollins, ending all HYDRA coded talk for this morning.

"Pierce does need me to help consult of the project." I added in for good measure.

"Maybe we could get drinks sometime after work; talk shop at The Red Snake?" Rollins suggested as we all started to walk down the parking garage towards where the elevator back was at.

"Yea, we'll do that sometime." Brock replied, his hand curling around the back of my blouse in a tense, but protective way. I could tell that he was a bit worried about my safety now that I was in some deep shit with him.

I just received the secret 'HYDRA hug', so shit just got real.