Hello, lovelies! Here's chapter 2. I hope you guys are liking the story so far. REMEMBER this chapter contains VERY GRAPHIC MATERIAL. This is my first attempt at a sex scene so bear with me. THANKS to everyone who's followed/favorited! You rock. And thanks to everyone for reading :D
On we go...
Disclaimer: I own nothing Marvel.
The Violinist
Chapter 2:
Max's heart pounded as they entered Steve's room at S.H.I.E.L.D.'s headquarters. His arms was wrapped low on her waist and she was tucked against his side. They stumbled into the living room area laughing for no reason. Steve tried to throw his keys on top of the kitchen counter but they went wide and bounced off the refrigerator, which only caused them to laugh harder.
She flung herself on the king-sized bed, deciding that it would make her intentions for the remainder of the night more clear.
Man do I get slutty when I'm wasted, she thought.
"What do you wanna do?" he asked as he leaned against the counter across the room.
She gave him a wicked smile and beckoned him closer with her index finger. "This bed is too big for just one person."
He strolled over to the bed and laid down next to on his side. They gazed at each other and Max, feeling brave, reached out and ran her hand through his blond hair. He closed his eyes and leaned closer.
"I've never been with a woman," he whispered truthfully.
"That's okay," she replied quietly. "I can show you."
She stood from the bed and grabbed his hand, tugging him up with her. They stood a couple inches apart, breathing heavy with the anticipation. Max stared at her hands wound in the center of his shirt and prepared herself for what was about to happen.
Her short light brown hair hung in her face as she slowly undid the pearl buttons of her vintage blouse revealing a white lace bra underneath. Next, she unzipped her black skirt and let it pool at her feet. She looked up at his blue eyes as they took in her half-naked form.
Choosing to let him undress the rest of her, she slid her fingers under the bottom of his shirt and lifted it up and over his head. His blond hair was ruffled but it only made him look sexier. Quickly, she removed his jeans let her eyes rake over his gorgeous body.
It was smooth, a chiseled landscape, the hard muscles close to the surface, and she basked in the feel of the curving planes beneath her hands. He shivered as she ran her fingertips over his stomach, up the curve of the small of his back, spreading them over the muscles as they widened over his shoulders, and her hands curved over them and moved down over his arms, squeezing his huge biceps. She skimmed her hands down farther until she reached his hands. Slowly, she placed his enormous hands on her hips and waited for him to make a move.
Max raised her eyes to meet his and checked for any signs that he wanted to stop. He didn't say anything. Instead, his right hand found its way under her bottom and his left slowly moved upwards, along her waist and ribcage, to her breast. She inhaled sharply when he settled on his destination, stunned by his sudden confidence. He leaned in and gently kissed her, unsure at first, but then deeply, caressing her as he explored her mouth.
Steve pulled away and they stood there breathless for a moment. His eyes sought hers and he asked her silently if he was doing everything right. She nodded, pulling him back against her. The soldier trailed kisses from her mouth, down her neck and landed on the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. He nibbled lightly and continued to venture lower.
Her heart raced as her neared her breast, shedding her bra, and when he took her nipple in his mouth, she was completely lost. Max whimpered and ran her fingers through his hair, and he moaned as he delighted in her, cupping her breast in his hand, tonguing her until it was almost too much to bear.
He moved to her other breast and gave it just as much attention. She was learning fast that he would not be hurried, no matter how desperate her responses. For a man with no prior experience, he was doing exceedingly well. Without warning, he pushed her back onto the bed, both of them panting. She could see the hunger in his eyes as he climbed on top, holding her captive with his entire weight settling down on her. He wormed his way between Max's thighs, allowing her to feel the hardness of him there, sending tiny shivers of pleasure coursing through her when he pushed his stone hard cock against her core. She gasped, arching up against him, and offering her neck to him.
She reveled in the feel of his teeth teasing the tender skin and the tickle of his warm breath. Max shuddered and whimpered against him, kneading herself against the hot column bulging between her legs as the caress of his lips on her neck became a long, erotic kiss.
I can't believe this is happening, Max thought.
The pressure of his cock between her thighs was heating her up and melting her from the inside out. Her head fell back on the bed and she gazed up at him. Steve gently gripped the back of her head with one hand, his fingers getting lost in her hair, and gave her an intense look. He leaned in closer. Then their lips touched.
Max was lost once again, drowning in a kiss that was blissful and deep and ravenous.
"Please," she begged as they paused to catch their breath. "Steve…please."
He pulled back and regarded her with nervous eyes. This was the part he was really worried about messing up and Max had to be the one to take charge.
She wriggled out of her panties; Steve moving out of the way so she could let them fall to the floor. He knelt between her legs as she spread them wider. Their eyes met as he poised himself over her. She quivered against him when she felt him outside her slick entrance, and if she would have been in her right mind, she would have been nervous—if she would have even allowed it to get this far. Instead, she answered his silent question with a nod of her head and quietly saying, "Yes, Steve. Yes."
He obliged her with one long, deep stroke. Max moaned in pleasure and waited for him to move. Steve began pumping in and out, slowly at first, kind of awkwardly, and then with increasing power and certainty. Her deepest instincts took over, leaving no room for dwelling on doubts, no room for anything except the wonderful friction of their bodies meeting and separating and meeting again.
When she couldn't take anymore pleasure, she fell apart in Steve's arms. He groaned, face buried in her neck, as he gave one final, epic thrust before pulling out and rolling off of her. They curled up next to each other, eventually passing out from the alcohol and physical exertion.
Max's head was throbbing when she cracked one eye open in morning. The bright sun streamed through the bedroom window, instantly making her bury her face in the pillow.
Sun? She wondered. I have blackout curtains in my room…
She bolted upright and immediately regretted it. Her head swam, her joints screamed and her stomach rolled with nausea. She dropped her head and tried to think through the pain. No matter how hard she tried to remember where she was or who she was with the previous night, it wouldn't come.
A sharp gasp escaped her as she took in her naked body that had been uncovered when she sat up. Falling back onto the pillows, Max pulled the comforter over her and looked around the room. She noticed she was alone, the other side of the bed empty and cold. The room was painted a pale blue with light furniture and white bedding. The walls were bare as were the tops of the dresser and nightstands. A small living room area was to the right and a kitchen was to the left by the front door.
Who the hell lives here? She asked herself.
Rolling out of the enormous bed, Max collected her clothes off the floor and dressed. She walked over to the window and glanced outside happy to see the familiar view of the water. She was still at the Triskelion. As she wandered into the kitchen, still searching for clues to tell her who the occupant was that stayed here, her foot knocked into something. It clattered to the ground and it all became clear.
Lying on the kitchen floor in front of her all polished and shiny, was Captain America's shield.
She sighed and whispered, "Fuck."
As soon as she left his room she sprinted to her own place and jumped in the shower. She grabbed something quick to eat and booked it to Fury's office for her usual morning rundown of the day.
Max had made it in the office only moments before her stepfather entered.
"Morning, Maxi," he greeted.
"Director," she replied.
He set his cup of coffee on his long glass desk and took a seat in his chair. "What's on the schedule for today?"
She flipped the cover off of her tablet and told him, "You have two hours blocked out for work on Project Insight first thing. At eleven, you're meeting with the council. Noon is your boxing workout with Tiger." he paused and glanced up at him before clearing her throat and continuing, "Umm…at two a plane will take you to Bogota where you'll meet up with Captain Rogers."
Fury nodded.
"If you don't mind me asking, sir, what's Captain Roger's doing in Columbia?" she asked.
"He was sent out this morning following a lead on a S.H.I.E.L.D. ship we believe might be in danger of a hijacking. One of our sources he's spoken to has said he will only talk with me. I was hoping by sending Captain Rogers, the man would fall for his politeness and spill. Guess not," he explained.
Max had to disguise her feelings like she was taught in her agent training. "Well I hope you have a safe trip," she smiled and turned to leave.
All she had to do was keep her distance from Fury for a day or two so that he wouldn't know. He could never find out that she had slept with Steve Rogers.
That's chapter 2, folks. I really hope you guys liked it. Let me know what you think. I apologize for any spelling/grammar mistakes. The next chapter will be up in a couple of days. Thanks again for reading. Until next time. -KAITi
