Any frustration that Steve Rogers harbored from his girlfriend's supposed actions dissipated once she helped him out of his clothes and into their bed. The idea of her being recruited by SHIELD was pushed further and further to the side with every kiss she placed against his smooth jaw, neck, and chest. Kayla paced herself, knowing Steve could last a long time once he took control of their lovemaking, so she took her time to tease him, a tried and true punishment for not coming home last night.
A deep moan rumbled in Steve's throat as Kayla pressed a soft kiss to his hip, tauntingly close to his hardening cock. She eyed him, then quickly stood and crossed the bed to her dresser. She smirked at the pathetic whimper that left Steve at her sudden absence, but Kayla continued to rummage through her dresser drawer as he stared at her bare backside.
"Come back." He ordered gruffly, causing Kayla to look over her shoulder at him with piercing green eyes. Another sad whimper escaped his lips before he added, "Please, Kay."
"I thought you wanted me to get rid of this?"
Kayla lifted up Erskine's journal, looking from the weathered pages to Steve's naked form. He swallowed, his throat dry and desperate for her to come back, imagining licking her pussy dry just to get some relief. "You can get rid of it later. Come over here."
The blonde woman scratched the side of her head, flipping through the pages nonchalantly as Steve suffered, "You know, he anticipated lots of effects of the serum. Higher immune system, faster burning metabolism, the muscle growth, obviously. I'm not sure he anticipated how desperate you'd get when when you are horny." Kayla smiled deviously at Steve, and he quickly realized she had him right where he wanted him. He clenched his jaw, despising how she could pull him apart so easily. He was Captain America, he shouldn't fall victim to his need for sex, but here he was. Steve would cry if that would make Kayla stop teasing him and ride him like a fucking horse.
She raised her brow and tilted her head, "Maybe I should give it another once over?"
"You can keep the damn journal, you minx." Steve growled savagely as he flipped onto his side, planting his fist into the mattress, "Please get your ass over here. You're so sexy and undone and I need to fuck you or else I'll have to finish myself off."
"Ooohhh, do that, I'll watch." Kayla winked and Steve pounced from the bed to Kayla's side, grabbing her hips and yanking her towards his aching cock. She looked down at him as he positioned himself at her entrance, draws brown furiously as focused, "Aren't you going to ask? What if I don't want you to have sex with me?"
Steve's labored breathing told Kayla she'd gone too far, teasing him about their first several times being intimate. He'd always ask her if she was sure and if she was okay with them having sex. Kayla had found it terribly endearing, but the times when Steve threw her into bed without warning and pleasured her until she couldn't move were her favorite. Kayla knew sex with a super soldier would be intense. What she didn't know was that he could literally ruin her for the next several hours; he would have to clean her up and tuck her into bed because the idea of getting up, let alone moving, was not an option.
Kayla batted her eyelashes at Steve as he slid his hands around to her ass, pulling her onto him so he was inside her. He stared down at her with a stone-cold expression, swaying ever so slightly to lodge his cock farther inside her. She lifted her head to look up at him, her chest pressed against his as it rose and fell, feeling him snugly inside her vagina. Kayla had no intention of ever letting Steve Rogers go, but part of that was due to knowing she was ruined for all other men. Her body belonged to Steve now, and nobody else would ever have the pleasure of Kayla Ellis's company again.
She finally swallowed her pride and her games, knowing Steve could do this all day until he got what he needed. Kayla latched her her fingers into his hair and nodded, "You win."
Steve swept her up in his hands with ease and carried her back to the bed, slamming her down and allowing his dick to slide out of her as he scrambled to his own bed stand for a condom. Kayla sighed, leaning her head back against her pillow and rubbing her legs against the silk sheets, preparing for what was to come.
As quickly as Steve had left he reappeared, expertly straddling Kayla and sliding back into her with a vengeance. She gasped, feeling him bottom out with one powerful thrust. Steve leaned over her, his torso so long that he had to duck his head down just to catch her lips. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he pressed himself fully against her, using his forearms to allow her chest just enough room to breath. He paced himself steadily, not too fast and not too slow. Slow enough to enjoy it but fast enough to get some relief from Kayla's torture. She tossed her head back as pleasure rocked through her body, one hand clasping Steve's hair for dear life and the other holding the bed sheets until her knuckles were white.
Kayla cried out loudly as she orgasmed around Steve, but he just smiled down at her wickedly, proud of himself. "We aren't done yet."
"Yeah, I know." Kayla hissed as she arched her back, writhing as her body tried to settle. Steve pressed a passionate kiss on her mouth and ran his hand between their bodies as he picked up his pace slightly. Kayla moaned as he helped her along with his fingertips, bringing her back to the brink of ecstasy until his phone began to ring.
Steve lifted his head to see who was calling, then looked back to Kayla, "I'm gonna take this."
"Okay-" Kayla said, expecting Steve to pause their love making, but instead he just slowed his pace and answered the call. Kayla huffed in aggravation as he continued to pound into her.
"Hello." Steve said gruffly into the phone, putting his finger to his lips to hush Kayla, but she just shook her head and bit her lip, wishing he'd just get off of her, but he was determined not to lose his momentum.
"Rogers, we've got a mission. Romanoff is on her way to extract you. How soon can you be ready?" Rumlow's voice asked, none the wiser about Steve's activities because the super soldier didn't even pant.
"Ummm," Steve looked to his bedside clock, then down to Kayla, "Twenty minutes?"
"I can give you the info for the mission now. Wheels up from the Triskellion in an hour." Rumlow warned as Steve picked up his pace again, causing Kayla to groan and throw her head back, feeling herself dangerously close to coming undone again.
Steve quickly covered her mouth with his massive hand, taking over half her face as he spoke to his teammate, "Yeah, let me grab a pen and paper." Steve put the call on mute and turned back to Kayla, "Baby, I'm on the phone."
Kayla gawked at him in disbelief, throwing her hands to the side to show how frustrated she was, but Steve dipped down and sucked on her neck, causing her to moan and rise into him, "I'm sorry that I'm an inconvenience. If only there was a way you could stop fucking me before taking business calls?"
"I know, that would make this much easier." Steve grinned wolfishly and pressed a deep kiss against Kayla's lips, swallowing her moan as she orgasmed again, "One more, than I have to go."
Before Kayla could respond, Steve had his hand back to her mouth and the call back on the line, "Alright, I'm ready."
Rumlow quickly explained the details about their mission, something about a ship and a star and pirates, Kayla wasn't really sure because she was on a different plane of existence. Steve would occasionally go 'uh huh' or hum at the information, and Kayla wondered where this restraint was earlier when she was torturing him. She came to assume Captain America just liked being in control. "Alright, sounds good. See you soon. Bye." Steve hung up and chucked the phone to the side, focusing back on his mission at hand, "Hey."
Kayla squirmed under his touch as he stroked her sensitive clit again, sending her tumbling into a convulsing orgasm as he finally allowed himself to follow her. He stopped thrusting and held her tight, letting her hump against him as she tried to regain her composure, but Kayla was spent. Steve quickly pulled out of her and tumbled out of the bed to get cleaned up, leaving Kayla to gasp for air alone.
After a few minutes, Steve returned, dressed in the same outfit he'd worn home this morning. Kayla laughed when she saw him, "Just like that? Did you even feel anything?" She hissed with mock anger. She couldn't help but smile though, her entire body felt like it was floating.
Steve came over and pressed a kiss to her lips, "I felt every twitch, Darling. I just rebound faster than you."
"Well, no surprise there." Kayla grumbled as Steve carefully helped her stand, "You have to go?"
"You have me until Natasha shows up. And she'll come up." Steve gestured toward the front door and Kayla groaned, realizing her boyfriend wanted her to make herself presentable. He grinned and scooped her up to carry her to the bathroom to get her cleaned up.
Natasha Romanoff knocked on the door precisely twenty minutes after Steve had hung up with Brock Rumlow. She lingered outside Steve and Kayla's apartment, having stopped by on a few occasions to collect Steve or drop off Intel for missions. While she waited, the door next to Steve's opened and a blonde woman in pink scrubs appeared, offering Natasha a cordial smile, "Oh, hello! You looking for Kayla?"
"Steve." Natasha corrected, her lips in a tight line as her eyes studied the woman.
"Well, he's been busy this morning." The neighbor chuckled, but Natasha noticed there was no humor behind it, especially when she added, "Thin walls."
"Ahh." Natasha replied, turning back toward the door with a knowing grin, "I'll give it a few more minutes then."
The blonde nodded, eyes lingering on Natasha for a moment longer before she locked up her own door and head down the stairs.
Moments after Kate disappeared from view, Kayla swung open the front door in a motion so obnoxious it would have startled anyone who wasn't the Black Widow, "Sorry. I don't like our neighbor."
"Why? She seems nice."
"I don't know, I just get this weird feeling about her. I can't explain it..." Kayla trailed off, knowing if she told Natasha her hunch, she could confirm or deny whether or not Kayla should be alarmed. However, Natasha would also more than likely tell Steve about Kayla's suspicions if it really was nothing. "It's fine. She's fine. I'm just not friendly."
"Hmm." Natasha hummed, passing Kayla and looking around their home before looking back at Kayla, "Steve said you guys had a date last night. How did it go?"
"It didn't." Kayla deadpanned and Natasha looked sincerely confused, "He got called in to work. Had to go to New York last minute, so we're rescheduling for next weekend. He'd made the reservation himself and everything. It was really sweet." Kayla looked over to their bedroom wistfully, before snapping her attention back to Natasha, "Anyway, I'll go hurry him up."
"Please do, we're shipping out in thirty minutes!" Natasha called as Kayla went into their bedroom. While Kayla was gone, Natasha allowed herself a really good look at their apartment, wondering if Steve and Kayla had found all the bugs Fury put in it yet. She looked over the kitchen, finding it messy and lived in, and she smiled to herself, knowing Steve Rogers was very detail orientated and put together. The messy space must drive him crazy, but he was one love-struck fool.
The fool walked out of his bedroom with Kayla attached by the hip, and it was then Natasha realized she had a slight limp. "Romanoff." Steve greeted shortly, but there was a comfortable lilt to his voice saying he didn't completely hate having her in his home.
"Rogers." Natasha answered with a flirty smile, "Your neighbor said you've had a busy morning."
Kayla and Steve both stared at Natasha, but with vastly different expressions. While Kayla looked furious that Kate would say something like that to a complete stranger, Steve's cheeks began to turn as red as Natasha's hair. "I, uh, we-"
"Be safe, honey." Kayla reached up and kissed Steve's pink lips, "I'll see you when you get home."
"I love you." Steve told her out of habit, still reeling over the revelation that not only did his neighbor hear them having sex, but now his partner knew it too.
Kayla scratched the base of his neck, "I love you, too. Focus up. I'll see you in the morning."
As Natasha led Steve out the front door, Kayla pulled out her phone, jotting down the time she saw Kate leave and the time Steve and Natasha went soon after.
Kayla looked at the clock, seeing it was barely nine. She could go back to bed for a few hours, then start on her work for the day. She wanted another look at that journal before Steve made her throw it away. Kayla smirked to herself, knowing he told her she could keep it, but they made a pact to never honor sex promises unless talked about from opposite sides of the table after.
She limped back into the bedroom, cursing Steve for being a super soldier before falling back asleep.
"Alright, I'm gonna sweep the deck and find Batroc. Nat, you'll kill the engines and wait for instructions. Rumlow, you sweep aft, find the hostages, get them to the life pods, get them out. Let's move."
"STRIKE, you heard the Cap, gear up!" Rumlow called when Steve was finished giving his orders on how to safe the hostages from the pirate-taken Lemurian Star.
Steve turned away from everyone, securing his comm into his ear. "Secure channel seven."
"Seven secure." Nat echoed, walking up beside the soldier, "So what happened with your date last night? Kayla said you were called into work but no missions went out last night."
"Fury called me in. Personal business." Steve answered gruffly, but Natasha wasn't happy with that answer.
"What kind of personal business?"
"The personal kind." Steve shot back, looking Natasha in the eye as he strapped on his gloves. "It's fine. It's all been worked out now. We're rescheduling, and everything will go according to plan."
Natasha smiled to herself, ducking her head away from Steve shyly, "Famous last words." Steve shot her a dirty glance and she shrugged, "All I'm saying is, if you want to lock down one of the most famous women in the word, you should do it sooner rather than later."
Steve snorted, hitting the button to open the back of the jet, "I'm not too worried."
"Well, you're worried about something." Natasha observed as Steve started walking toward the open back. "This conversation isn't over!"
"Yes it is!" Steve replied as he dove out the back of the quinjet, free falling into the cold waters of the Indian Ocean below.
The next afternoon, Steve stormed out of the Triskelion to collect his motorcycle from the garage. He couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had settled over him seeing those Project Insight hellicariers. For the first time in the two years since he met Kayla Ellis, he understood where her paranoia came from.
She was always worried about Steve. Always worried about her dad and her mom and even herself. There was always worry nestled in the back of her mind that someone, somewhere would take the shot and take someone she loved. It's why she wanted to create the serum. It's why Kayla always avoided news coverage of Steve or her parents, because she was scared that something would be said, someone would give away some secret that could hurt them.
Steve never understood why Kayla was so paranoid. People lived and they died, and some people had a higher purpose, so they lived a little bigger and died a little sooner. But seeing those hellicariers, Steve realized that it wasn't the fear of dying that haunted Kayla. It was the fear of being targeted without knowing it.
As Steve drove home, he considered Natasha's words from the night prior: Well, you're worried about something.
He sure as hell was now.
Steve parked outside of his apartment, finding his neighbor Kate heading out the door. "Hey Steve!"
"Hi." He said nicely, not wanting to engage in conversation, but not wanting to be rude either. Kayla wasn't friendly to their neighbor, but Steve tried to keep things cordial, "Heading to work?"
"Yeah. Just another day at the office." She gestured to her scrubs and smiled brightly. Her smile faltered a little when she saw the way Steve's brows creased, "You okay?"
"I'm fine. Just a long night. Haven't been home since yesterday morning."
Kate nodded, trying to hide her smirk from the man, "I figured. It's been awfully quiet next door." She sighed, looking over her shoulder to the parking lot, "I should be going. I'll, uh, see you around."
Steve gave a firm nod, feeling the red creep into his cheeks again. He pushed open the door and walked up the flights of stairs to the top, where he found the door slightly ajar. Steve quickly pulled his shield from his back, prepared for anything, but when he got closer he noticed what smelled like burned food. He pushed open the door, careful to stay quiet as he crept into his own apartment, not wanting to give himself away in case somebody was there.
When Steve turned the corner, he found the living room and kitchen empty, so he moved toward the bedroom, carefully opening one of the cabinets to pull out a gun. He held his shield in his left hand and the gun in his right, turning the corner and aiming it into the bedroom.
Kayla shrieked when she saw Steve standing there with a gun pointed at her, backing up quickly and tripping on their dresser. She fell to the ground and panted, "Geeze, Steve, what the hell are you doing?"
Steve released his breath and lowered the gun, setting it down on the dresser before helping Kayla up, "I saw the door was open. I was worried that somebody had come in. I was worried about you."
Kayla noticed how the color was gone from Steve's face and she realized how terrified he had been despite his cool demeanor. She leaned on her toes and threw her arms around Steve's neck, holding him tightly, "I'm okay. I'm sorry that I scared you. I read the directions wrong on the box meal and burnt it. I opened the door and windows to get some air in here."
"That makes sense, I just..." Steve trailed off, imagining those hellicarriers sniping people who hadn't done anything yet. "It was a long night and I overthought it. But it's you, Kay. I wouldn't put it past someone to... to-"
"I can take care of myself, Steve. I promise." Kayla assured him, taking the gun from the dresser, "You taught me well."
"I'd never forgive myself if something happened to you." Steve told her softly, a shiver running through his body, "I'm just overtired."
"No." Kayla replied, gently pushing Steve's chest so she could move past him into the main area of their home, "No, you aren't. You don't get tired."
"Yes, I do." Steve argued, placing his hands on his hips as Kayla put the gun back in its hiding spot and pulled closed the front door. He opened his mouth, looking around for some example to show he got tired, but the last thing he'd done in this apartment was have sex with her while being perfectly professional on a phone call. "I was tired after New York."
"Yeah, that was aliens from outer space. That's a different kind of tired. You don't get sleepy. You slept for seventy years." Kayla answered, reaching out to touch his arms. "What's really wrong?"
"I haven't slept since Saturday night, it's Tuesday." Steve fought back and Kayla sighed loudly. He allowed her to run her hands up and down his arms comfortingly, but it didn't do much to console him. "I'm just tired, I promise."
"I don't believe you." Kayla bit back, squeezing his arms, "Let me in."
"I'm not allowed to talk about it. It's confidential." Steve finally said, knowing Kayla could respect that. There were things she couldn't tell him and vice versa. She nodded and pulled her hands away, but Steve grabbed them quickly, "If I went and took a nap, would you come with me?"
"I have a meeting at three." Kayla told him sadly and Steve looked down at his watch, then up to Kayla.
"It's eleven, that's at least three hours of napping."
"Would we actually nap? Because I'm still hurting from yesterday. I don't want to look like a cowgirl when I meet the President of the Smithsonian." Kayla grimaced and Steve smiled softly, pressing a kiss to her temple.
"I actually just want to sleep. And I'll come with you to the exhibit if you'd like." Steve offered, finding a solution that allowed him to sleep with his girl tucked into his arms, but also make sure she was safe at her meeting. She raised her brow questioningly and Steve groaned, "I don't hate it. It's just... I don't like being a spectacle. The exhibit is very nice, I just feel uncomfortable seeing my own life on display. And people always recognize me and want pictures and autographs, and I don't like feeling like a celebrity."
"Then don't be a celebrity." Kayla murmured, guiding Steve back into the bedroom. "We can go incognito. It's a casual meeting, and I'm sure the President will understand if I'm in a baseball cap and jeans."
Steve nodded when they reached the bed, kicking off his boots, "Okay." He slid into the covers and looked up at the ceiling as Kayla snuggled up next to him. She draped her arm over his stomach and rested her face in the crook of his shoulder, where his chest met his arm. He tugged her closer somehow, shifting his own head so his lips could rest against her hair, "Wake me up when we need to leave."
Kayla ran her fingers along his back, smiling into him as he quickly fell asleep. "Okay."