The Dressing Room

(Scarlet POV)

We arrive at my concert, Steve helps me out of the limo and has me close to him, pushing back the photographers like usual, he's so big and broad, I feel so tiny compared to him! I have to admit when he's holding my side and keeping me close I do feel safe...it's like I know he won't let anything happen to me and right now with my break-up with Scott it feels good to know that but I will never tell him that. I finally get to my dressing room and only Steve comes in.

"God, it's crazy out there." I sigh, I'm already sweating from all that body heat.

"Yeah...how do you put up with that?" He asks me.

"It's part of the job I guess...I'm use to it, I've been around it since I was 12." I tell him.

It's quiet for a few minutes, "are you going to be able to perform tonight?" He slowly asks me.

"Yeah, I told you I'm fine...I'm completely over him..." I say, I'm trying not to snap at him.

"I know but you still did just had a break up another hour ago...shouldn't you just take a couple of days for yourself?" He again asks me, I'm actually quite taken back by this.

"...I don't have time to take a couple of days for myself...my fans are counting on me."

"And I'm sure your fans will understand."

"I have to go out there...now your distracting me...get out." I snap.

"Fine." He sighs before leaving the room.

I know that was harsh of me but he was doing something to me...no one has ever been concerned about my feeling...and I'm sure Tom told him to ask me how I was doing, trying to find out if I was going to cancel any appearances, he doesn't want to lose his precious job...he can't fool me! It's not like he really cares how I feel, why would he?

I'm finishing getting dressed, I'm wearing a very short black and red skirt, matching spaghetti strap top, my naval is showing. I'm also wearing fishnet stockings and very long boots, they go all the way up to my thighs. I'm looking in the mirror that's on the door fixing my hair. As I'm opening the door it suddenly flies and Steve bursts in, he almost knocks me over but catches me and our bodies are completely connected, my hands are on his arms.

"Bodyguard watch where your going." I breathless spoke out.

"Sorry...are you okay?" He asks me slowly, I see his eyes trailing down me, it makes my whole body tingle.

"...Yeah...I guess I'm okay." I reply just as slowly...God his hard body against me feels amazing!

"...That's what your wearing out there?"

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" I start to snap.

"Nothing...you look amazing." I quickly shut up.

"...Oh...thank you..." Neither his or my hands have move. "What were you coming in here anyways?"

"...To let you know the show was ready."

"...Oh...okay...you could have knocked.." I give him a slight grin

He gives me one right back and I feel his fingers brush against my bare skin on my lower back, it's making me shiver "sorry, I guess I forgot."

"Yeah...right."

He suddenly let's me go and steps back, "you better get out there...I'll be right at the curtain." He tells me.

"Okay."

The whole show I couldn't concentrate...I could still feel his body all over me! I'll be honest I've had a lot of boyfriends in my life and a lot of sexual partners but...I've never had an amazing orgasm. Sure I've climaxed and it feels good but I'm talking about the speechless, can't breathe...toes curling...mind blowing orgasm...and I've always wanted to feel that but it's just never happened for me and I think I felt it in that tiny...small moment. God the man doesn't even have to get me naked and I'm getting wet over him...how does he even do that? Just keep singing...and don't you dare look at him!

(Steve POV)

That moment in the dressing room got to him and as Steve is watching Scarlet perform he can't stop looking at her body, as hard a he tries he always skims down to look at her legs, the curve of her back or ass, he sighs in frustration in himself...he has to stay focused but he just can't stop thinking about the way her body felt against him, how her breasts pressed up against his, her left leg grazed his, she might not even know but she arched her lower back that made her ass puff out more and it took every fiber of his being to not just grab it.

Steve has had sex in the past, he slept with several women during his USO days, not that he's proud of it but at the time he was so shy, inexperienced and way over his head. He stopped all together when he reconnected with Peggy after saving Bucky and the other soldiers but that sadly was short lived due to going into the ice and ever since he woke up he hasn't had time to be with someone...at least anyone he has feelings for. He didn't think he could ever connect with someone again so he chose to dedicate himself to being Captain America and after he went on the run he dedicated his life into finding and stopping Hydra. He's not just going to sleep with a random women just because he's horny...that's just not him but with Scarlet...she makes him think dirty...naughty thoughts that he has to force himself to shake off...this has never happened to him, not even with Peggy. But how can he have all these thoughts about a woman he can't stand? Every time she opens her mouth, rolls her eyes or call him Bodyguard drives him crazy and he stands by what he said to Fury about her, she's rude, entitled and a spoiled brat. So why is there this intense energy between them...or at least he thinks it's mutual...but maybe it's not...maybe she felt absolutely nothing but why does it matter? It's not like it's ever going to happen between them, he's here for one purpose only and that's what he's going to do and he doesn't have time to be distracted!

The next morning he goes into the kitchen and Rachel is in there.

"Morning Steve." She smiles.

"Wow someone actually called me Steve." He grins as he pours himself and Rachael a cup of coffee, she giggles as she takes the cup from him.

"Yeah...she can be a tough cookie."

"Making Scarlet her breakfast?" He asks her as he takes a sip.

"Yep, same thing every day." She answers as she continues setting up her tray with a hard boiled egg, toast and yogurt.

"That's it?" He wonders as he looks at the tray.

"Yeah, she's on a pretty strict diet."

"I've noticed she doesn't eat very much." Steve mentioned.

"Yeah...oh don't worry, she doesn't have an eating disorder or anything...well not anymore at least...when her father was her manager he put her on a VERY strict diet and even though he doesn't work for her anymore I think that mindset is still there." She tells him.

"How long ago was that?" He asks.

"Let's see...4 years ago...please don't tell her I told you this."

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me," he smiles. "Speaking of Scarlet...I was just wondering...do you know of anyone that she may have fired recently?" He asks her.

"...Not that I can think of."

"Has anyone talked bad about her...like they wanted to quit or they were angry with her?" He again asks.

"No...why are you asking this?" She gives a uncomfortable giggle.

"Oh...no reason."

"Are you thinking about quitting? Please don't...I know she doesn't think she needs you but she does...she'll figure it out soon."

"No, I wasn't going to quit, I was just curious I guess." He tries to play it off like it's no big deal.

"You know...your the only one she acts that way with."

"I highly doubt that." He rolls his eyes.

"No seriously, she's actually pretty nice...I guess she's had too many bad bodyguards."

"I've heard that once or twice."

"Well, I better go give this to her." She says as she picks up the tray.

"Oh here, I'll take it to her." He offers.

"That would be great thanks, I have to pick up her dry cleaning."

"No problem." He smiles as he leaves the kitchen.

He goes to her door and knocks on it, "oh thank God, I'm starving..." He hears Scarlet say through the door. She opens it up and she's wearing a dark purple silk pajama set, the bottoms are so short they barely cover her asscheeks and her top is spaghetti strap that shows a lot of cleavage. "Bodyguard...(covers herself) what are you doing here?"

"You know, you can just call me Steve." He rolls his eyes.

"Nope, I like bodyguard." She confidently states.

"That's what you were to bed?" He can't help but grin.

"Yes...and if I had known it was you I would have covered up more...where's Rachel?"

"She had to get your precious dry cleaning...breakfast." He lifts the tray up higher so she can see he's holding it.

"Yeah...bring it in." She orders.

"Please would be nice."

"Fine, please." She says snippy.

He walks in her room and goes to her table in the middle of the room. As he looks around he can't believe how huge her room is, she not only has a round table but also a grand piano in here and still there is a lot of room! she walks over and smells her food and as she does he looks at her ass and skimming down to her legs. He couldn't help but feel like she did that on purpose.

"Just the way I like it." I inhale the scent.

"You huh...you should eat more." He suggests.

"Thanks for your input but I'm fine, that's how I look like this." Points to her body.

"...Your crazy, you don't even need to do that...your body is perfect." He blurts out, he mentally hits himself.

"Thanks but that's why I look like this." She can't hide her smile. "That's the sacrifices you have to make in this business...if I went out there looking one pound bigger I will never hear the end of it.

"Well they're crazy...you shouldn't have to kill yourself for people that doesn't give a shit." He points out.

"It's easy for you to say...you don't have millions of people judging you every day...waiting for you to make one mistake so they can spread it for the whole world to see."

"...You'd be surprised." He knew exactly what it felt like.

There was silence for a few minutes, "...can you like go so I can eat." She had to get him out of there.

"...Yeah...I'll be back for your run." He tells her before leaving her room, as he shut the door they both took a deep breath.

Author Notes: Sorry I didn't post last week, went on a trip to Disney World! But I'm back and I hope you liked this chapter, tension is rising between them!