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WARNING: LEMONS! THERE'S SOME LEMONS IN THE SECOND SCENE!
Culver
*December 2007*
Gem POV:
I was sitting at my computer desk, finishing up an essay for my application to Culver University (in Willowdale, Va) whenever Baba O'Riley by The Who began to play on loop in my head. "Brock, your mental music's interrupting me. I'm trying to finish my application essay for Culver."
"Sorry, baby, but I'm on a quintjet heading off to a mission. I'm trying to get pumped up to jump out of a plane soon." Brock told me as if he was apologizing for dropping a carton of eggs or something.
My eyes bulged out of my head as I exclaimed, "You're going to jump out of a plane?!"
"Yea, but I'll have a parachute on. It's what I do, baby. I'm the Commander of an elite STRIKE team. Alpha."
"Promise me that you'll be careful." I ordered him, feeling sick in my stomach at the thought of him skydiving out of a plane in all decked out in tactical gun with weapons for work.
"I promise," My soulmate told me before quickly adding in, "but don't be alarmed if you feel a sudden rush of adrenaline or pain somewhere."
"You're going to get hurt, aren't you?" I mentally sighed, bracing myself for his answer of confirmation.
"No, not necessarily, baby. I'm just warning you in case something happens and you feel what I do. Okay?"
"Okay." I told him since that's the only thing I could really say.
"Well, baby, I gotta go. I'll reach out to you in a couple of days when my mission's over; we'll talk about your college stuff then. Okay."
"Okay. Bye, Brock, and be safe." I said goodbye, fear squeezing my heart at the thought of Brock jumping out of a plane and getting hurt or worse, shot.
"Bye, Gem, and don't worry I'll be as safe as I can." Brock told me before closing off our bond and jumping out of a plane.
I was about to continue typing my admission's essay, but instead all I could do was sit at my desk as I felt a sudden rush of pure adrenaline hit me along with the sudden feeling of free falling and spiraling down. Clearly, I was feeling what Brock was feeling cause of the bond. Of course, my soulmate would have a high risk super-secret government job where he ran an elite STRIKE team and went on super-secret missions. But I guess the universe had to pair me up with a badass since I'm a hitman's niece. Only a badass could survive my family. Plus, he does have some ties to the crime underworld himself so…
Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I took a deep breath and went back to the task at hand. My admission's essay's, which had the theme of: Who is the biggest influence in your life?
Believe it or not, the answer to that question was my soulmate. Yes, Brock was the biggest influence in my life even tho I just bonded with him Mid-October. I mean without him I wouldn't even be apply to college and wanting to study Political Science. Yea, he even helped me figure out what I wanted to major in.
*Flashback To A Couple Of Weeks Back*
"So, now that we've weeded out the school's you're applying too, even tho I refuse to let you go to Hudson even tho your Aunt's pushing you to apply there, you know what you're gonna major in?" Brock mentally asked me thru my bond one night while I was sitting at my desk, doing some math homework.
Putting down my pencil and pausing in my math homework, I chewed on my bottom lip while mentally replying with, "Um, not really. No. Um, maybe nursing. Some girls in my science class say they're going for that and it's a good job."
"Nursing a good career, but the problem is that everybody's a nursing major. It's gonna be very competitive to get a job." Brock told me.
"Oh."
"What other things are you interested in, baby?" He quickly asked, changing the subject back to my potential future aspects.
"Um, I'm taking a fashion marketing class and I really enjoy my AP government class." I admitted,
"Well, Gem, I'm gonna be honest with ya. Fashion's very cutthroat and hard to make it in. I fooled around with a few models, and let me tell you just cause an aspiring fashion designer has a line today in a boutique doesn't guarantee that they'll become a household name; most people with fashion marketing degrees end up working in department stores buying products or worse, as floor associates." Of course, he fooled around with models. Bet they were the Victoria's Secret ones too. "But government's a smart thing to study. Poli Sci is very broad; has many options to choose from career wise after you get the degree in it." Brock added in, his tone sounding wise too.
"Like what?" I curiously pried.
"Political analysists, research and data analysists, public relations, historian, anything law related like an agent or a law assistant just to name a few." Brock answered, piquing my interest.
"Oh, that's a lot."
"Yea, there's some other things too. Poli Sci's very broad; you'd have more options with that, but it's your choice whether or not you want to study it."
"I like my AP government class, so I think I'll study Poli Sci." I told him with a smile, even tho he couldn't see that smile.
"Looks like you got your major picked and the list of colleges narrowed down. Just gotta apply now, baby." He told me, pride shinning thru our bond.
*End Of Flashback*
I wrote and wrote endlessly. The words seemed to just flow and before I knew it my admission's essay for Culver was done.
True to his word, a couple of days later Brock contacted me thru our bond. I was lounging on my bed, watching tv whenever Brock's warm and deeply smooth timbre sounded out in my head with, "I'm home in one piece, baby. Did you get your college applications done?"
"Yea, they're done and I'm happy you're back in one piece." I mentally replied while Abby was running something in the lab for Gibbs on NCIS.
"Don't worry, I'll always make it back home." Brock assured me, his mental voice in my head so strong and firm. It was almost tangible, that how solid his assurance was. I could feel his mood shift to a curious one, despite his exhausted state, as he inquired, "Now, what colleges are in your top three?"
"I dunno." I shrugged even tho he couldn't see me.
"You wanna go thru your list; rank 'em?"
"Sure."
"Go 'head and grab your list, baby." Brock suggested, prompting me to rise from my bed and grab a notebook and pen off of my desk.
"Okay, got it." I told him, sitting on my bed while flipping my notebook open to the page that my college list was on. "Okay, first is Culver University."
"Is Culver first in your top 3 or just first on the list?"
"Both, but it's first in the top 3 cause of the essay I wrote."
"What did you write about?" Brock genuinely asked.
"I'll tell you if I get in." I playfully replied.
"When you get in, baby, I'll be expecting you to share your essay theme with me." He told me before asking, "What's next?"
"University of California."
"That the one in Bakersfield or LA?"
"LA. It's UCLA. California State's in Bakersfield, honey." I clarified for him, knowing that he wasn't a big fan of LA.
"Okay, well if you want the beach then put it high on the list. If not…" My soulmate trailed off.
"You still don't like the idea of UCLA either, huh?" I asked, knowing that he was gonna say no. I guess I just wanted to hear him say it.
Brock sighed, "I like it better then Hudson, but LA can get a bit rough in certain places. I'm fine with you going to San Diego State tho. I was station there; it's nice."
"San Diego's further down the line since my list is alphabetical, but I'll circle it. Okay?"
"Don't circle it cause I like it, Gem. Do it cause ya want to."
"I'm circling it cause I'd like to go somewhere that my soulmate approves of. Now, next up is Elmire College upstate."
"They got a good humanities program there." Brock told me, clearly approve of the college in Upstate New York.
"Hmm…" I hummed before stating, "The campus looks pretty in the pamphlets and it's not too far."
"You like it for your top 3, baby?" Brock inquired.
"I dunno. I think so." I admitted while circling the college.
"Okay."
"Next is Hudson, but we both know that's on my aunt's list and not mine."
"Good girl, now what's the next one?"
I don't know how long it took, but after going back and forth we narrowed my top 3 down to Culver, Elmira, and San Diego State. We also narrowed down my top 6 too, just in case one of my top 3 didn't accept me. The other colleges in my top 6 were Tulane, Johnson and Wales, and Penn State. The other few colleges on my list were either crossed out or had question marks by them cause even tho I applied to them I wasn't truly invested in going.
"I think your final list is good. I'm sure you'll get into them all, baby."
"Yea…" I sheepishly giggled, feeling my cheeks flush. I wasn't used to so many compliments, even tho I've been 'talking' to Brock for a while and receiving them regularly. "Me and Uncle Rocco's gonna do college campus tours during my winter break."
"That's good. You'll be able to see where you really want to go once you're there taking in the campus life."
"Since Culver's not far from DC maybe we can come visit you? We can meet; do something?" I asked, hoping against all hope that he'd cave and say that we could meet. I really wanted to meet him and being in Willowdale would be the perfect opportunity too."
"Gem, baby, I'm sorry, but we can't. My jobs-" Brock began to say only for me to cut him off bitterly with, "Too fucking dangerous. I know, Brock. You've been saying that since the damn bond formed."
"Baby, please don't get like this." Brock pleaded in a long sigh.
"Like what?"
"You know what, Gem. I don't gotta fucking break it down for ya; you're a smart girl. I know you're hurt and pissed right now, but I can't see you yet."
"Can't or won't?" I asked in a pout. I didn't care if I was acting bratty, it wasn't fair and I wanted him to know it.
"Can't, baby girl. I can't and it fucking kills me. Ya think I don't wanna see you, touch you, hold you, kiss you, fuck even make love to you? You're my soulmate who I lost hope in ever having, of course I want to be with you, but with how dangerous my job is right now as a government agent I can't. I can't put you in danger, baby." Brock admitted, his mental voice cracking and breaking with every word he said.
"You wanna be with me; do stuff?" I asked, taken aback by his emotional confession.
"Yea." He confirmed, his timbre deep and husky in my head. I could feel lust and curiosity pouring thru his side of the bond as he asked, "You wanna fool around?"
"Um, how'd that work? Like when you're on the phone messing around?"
"Pretty much, yea. We don't haveta fool around, but I just got back from a pretty intense mission and wish that I could be with you's all. I'd like to fool around; relieve some tension, but I get it if it's too soon for ya, baby."
"It's kinda late, but yea, I wanna fool around with you." I mentally replied as a sudden rush of anticipation mixed with a sudden surge of flattery and lust ran thru my veins. Honestly, I never fooled around with anyone via the phone or um well mental telepathy, but for some reason that thought of it just seem both right and intriguing, but perhaps that cause I'd be doing it with my soulmate.
"Yea?" My soulmate asked, sounding half-shocked and half-pleased.
"Yea." I softly confirmed with a nod, even tho he couldn't see me.
"Lay back and get comfortable, baby." Brock told me, prompting me to sink into my pillow. "I'm sliding into bed right next to you; kissing your lips and starting things us 'tween us."
Like I said, I never fooled around with anyone like this before, but I heard things about it from my friends so I decided to just wing it. "And I'm kissing you back." I replied, mostly cause that's the only thing I knew to do.
"I know, baby. Your lips as so soft against mind. Fuck, I'm getting hard just thinking about our lips touching. I'm tugging at your bottom lip with my teeth; swiping my tongue across it gently."
"Oh…" I breathlessly sighed since I was a bit speechless.
"When you opened your mouth with the little 'oh…' I slipped my tongue into your mouth; deepening the kiss." Brock told me in a husky tone. "Your tongue's tangling with mine in an erotic kiss as I adjust my weight, laying over you in a way that won't crush you."
"I'm running my hands up and down your back as we deeply kiss." I told him, feeling a bit bold.
I could feel his smile thru our bond even tho I couldn't see if as he huskily told me, "I pull away from our kiss only to trail kisses down your neck, making sure to nibble and suck on the sweet spot behind your ear, while running my hand under your shirt to feel your skin." Oh god, why is it his swords turned me on so much? "I run my hand up to your tits-" He began only for me to cut him off with, "Only to be surprised that I'm not wearing a bra, so your hand touches my bare tits."
"Fuck…baby, I'm so fucking hard right now." Brock told me before going on to say, "Take your shirt off, baby. Run your hands over your tits and pinch your nipples as if I was there doing it to you."
"Okay." I told him while fumbling to yank off my shirt. The entire time my heart was racing and pounding in my chest.
"Fuck, baby, close your eyes and imagine that my hands are teasing your tits; that my mouth's on your nipples dragging my teeth against them." I heard Brock tell me, his voice husky and deep with lust as I laid back against my pillows with my eyes closed while running my hands over my breasts in the teasing way, I imagined he'd do. "I bet you're wet right now, baby."
"Yea." I admitted in a whimper thru our bond.
"Baby, I'd trail a hand down from your tits down over your stomach until I reached your pussy. Then I'd tease your wet folds before dipping a finger inside of you; pumping slowly in and out teasingly."
"Oh god…"
"I'm not a god, baby, but I'm glad I'm turning you on." He chuckled huskily and playfully thru our bond. "Go on and do what I'd do to you while I wiggle out of my sweat pants and boxer briefs, awaiting yo here what you wanna do to me."
"Okay, but I'm not that experienced. I mean, yea, I've done things but…um…your older and more experienced…"
"Baby, don't worry about that. Just tell me what you wanna do; it'll get me off. Don't worry Gem, baby, I'm rock hard already that all you gotta to is say you'd touch my dick and I'd be coming."
"Okay." I told him, wiggling out of my own pj bottoms and panties. Running my hand down my body only to reach my wet heated core and slip a finger teasingly inside (just like Brock said he'd do if we were physically together), I told him a bit headily, "I'd nervously bite my bottom lip while experimentally running a hand up and down your hard dick."
"Mhm…" Brock hummed while he most likely stroked himself slowly. "I'd slip a second finger inside of your tight, wet pussy and pump a little faster to drive you crazy."
Oh god, he really knew what he was doing. His dirty talk was getting to me and driving me nuts. I could feel myself growing wetter (a sloppy kind of wet) and hear a slight squish in the air as I added a second finger to my core and quickened my movements. Suddenly, an urge coursed thru me and without fully thinking it thru I told Brock, "I'd drop to my knees and use my mouth on you."
"Holy fuck, baby. You wanna suck my dick dry? Swallow my come, huh?"
"Yea." I admitted, turned on by his dirty talk and our soulmate bond telepathic sex.
"Fuck, baby girl, you know I'm holding your hair as you deep throat my dick."
"Oh god…fuck…Brock…" I mentally moaned while biting my lip to keep myself from being too loud.
"You're close to coming, ain't ya, baby?"
"Yea…" I admitted shamelessly as I felt my buildup grow within me.
"You want me to fuck you? Cause I'd fuck you real fast and hard til we both came together in a sweaty pile of pants, screams, moans, and clawing limbs."
"Yea, I'd like that."
"Fuck, baby. Fuck, pump your fingers real fast and pretend I'm right there on top of you, fucking you as our sweaty skin slides against each other with our quick movements."
"Brock…oh…oh Brock…"
"You coming, Gem?" Brock asked even tho it sounded more like a statement instead of a question.
"Yea…yea, Brock, I'm coming…"
"Fuck, baby, I wish I was there to feel your tight pussy around my dick. Milking it dry; making me come." He told me, his mental voice very low and lustful. "Fuck…Gem, baby, fuck…" Brock deeply growled inside of my head as he came.
I was laying on my bed under my covers with the tv on while panting and trying to catch my breath. Suddenly, Brock's voice popped into my head with the soft, but raspy question of, "Gem, baby, you okay?"
"Yea, I'm okay." I admitted.
"I wish I was there with you. If I was, I'd clean you up and then spoon you as we ride out our afterglow."
"One day we'll be able to actually do all of this, right?" I asked, needing him to confirm that one day we'd be bonded the way soulmates were meant to be.
"Of course, Gem. I promise, one day we'll do all of this in the flesh and it'll be the hottest and most intense fucking we've ever experienced." And I believed every word he told me. His deep, sated tone was so sure and honest that I could just feel that he spoke the truth.
Brock POV:
My late night mental telepathic sex with Gem was hot last night. Had me spent and satisfied in a way I haven't felt in a long time, but maybe that's cause we're soulmates and are bonded. At least I was able to clear my mind and ease some tension from my mission. I'm always a bit one edge when I come back from wherever the fuck STRIKE Alpha gets sent, but that was mostly cause I always had to deal with giving Pierce a report and I hated doing that. I hated being Pierce's 'protégé' and I hated doing triple agent spy work for Fury and SHIELD. I wanted nothing more than to be with my soulmate, but I had an obligation to my career to see it thru.
Feeling a bit tired (since I stayed up fooling around with Gem when I should've been catching up on sleep) I dragged my ass out of bed and padded into my master bath. Since I was already naked from fooling around before bed I just stepped right into my shower, turned a few knobs, and let the warm water cascade down my aching muscles in an attempt to sooth them and wake me up. I grabbed my loofa and bottle of Irish Spring body wash, only to lather myself up. Once I was rinsed off, I washed my hair and turned off my shower.
Quickly, I dried off and wrapped my towel around my waist only to brush my teeth before leaving the bathroom and returning to my room. I dressed in my work uniform, grabbed my gym bag (I was too tired to hit the gym before work so I was planning on doing it during my lunch break instead), and went downstairs to brew some coffee. Once my pot of coffee was done, I poured it into a large thermos and left the house to make the commute to DC for work.
The drive to DC wasn't too bad this morning. In fact, it seemed to go by fast, but maybe that's cause my mind was too focused on Gem and the morning radio show playing on my favorite station. Once at the Triskelion, I pulled my Jeep into the parking garage and made my way into the building that houses that most top secret and covert government agency in the fucking world. I took the glass elevator, a modern marvel of engineering that looked like something out of a sci-fi movie (if I was to be honest almost everything in the Triskelion was very sci-fi), to my floor and went into my office.
I was only sitting at my desk, checking my work email for a minute or so, whenever a rap sounded at the door. "Come in!" I ordered, knowing it was one of my STRIKE team on the other side.
"Rumlow." Rollins, an Australian transplant who was also real HYDRA, greeted me with a stiff head nod while swiftly entering my office.
"Pierce sent an email that drills are cancelled today. Know anything about that?" My co-worker asked as he took a seat in the chair across from my desk.
"No, Rollins. I just got in."
"Hmm…really, mate? Usually you're the first one in the office and now today, a morning after a mission too, you're late. Hmm…spend the night with your soulmate?"
"No. I don't got one." I quickly spat before adding in as an afterthought, "And I'm not your mate."
"Oh, you're soulless." The Australian with one hell of a hard and frightening resting face told me in a way that sounded musing, not convinced.
"Just go do something, Rollins. I'll call Pierce; see why he canceled our drills." I dryly ordered the man that was getting under my skin at the moment. God, I hated doing the soulmate talk with people. Sent my nerves into overdrive ever since I discovered that I had one on Gem's 18th birthday.
Rollins didn't say a word, just nodded and swiftly left my office. After my door closed with a slight thunk, I picked up my office phone and dialed Pierce's personal line. After a couple of rings, he answered with a cold and monotoned, "World Secretary Alexander Pierce."
"Pierce, why are my team's drills cancelled?" I asked the man who was the bane of my existence.
"Ah, Brock, I see you finally dragged your ass out of whatever whore's bed you were in last night and came into work." Pierce said in an insulting and passive aggressive way. He liked to poke fun at my soullessness from time to time; assuming that I slept with everything that had a pulse on two legs with a great pair of tits was his way of doing it too. I didn't say a word, just bit my tongue. I couldn't let him get under my skin. One slip of the tongue would put Gem in danger and I can't, no won't, have that. "I take it you haven't opened my urgent email otherwise you'd be in my office right now and I'd be giving you orders face to face rather than other the phone." Pierce told me in a sarcastic tone while lounging in his office chair. I didn't have to see the man to know what he was doing, by now I knew him like that back of my hand. One of the unfortunate things about being his protégé was that I knew him too well cause I studied him. I always had to be one step ahead of him in my triple agent work or else I'd be a dead man. Pierce let out a deep sigh before giving me the order of, "A scientist at Culver University in Willowdale, Virginia that's been studying Gamma radiation has had an unfortunate accident or break through if you'd like to think on the bright side of things. It seems that his exposure has turned in into the pissed off green giant when he's mad, so I need you to take Strike Alpha to do clean up. Strike Delta is also going since Romanoff's womanly charms might be useful in the calming and apprehension of Doctor Banner."
"When are we heading out?"
"Have your team on the tarmac in one hour, Rumlow." Pierce told me before the phone went dead, indicating that the bastard hung up on me after giving me my orders.
Willowdale was a quaint town roughly 50 miles southwest of Norfolk, Virginia. It had that old-fashioned southern charm appeal to it; looked like a postcard picture town too. I never truly set foot Willowdale before only passed thru it a few times, but I could really understand why the college town and Culver University as a whole was so appealing to Gem and listed as her top school and town to attend. It was the complete opposite of Bensonhurst. It was very small town and charming, unlike the loud section of Brooklyn's Little Italy that both me and Gem were raised in.
Romanoff and Barton along with STRIKE Delta took off to Dr. Banner's lab to apprehend him while me and STRIKE Alpha were stuck guarding the science building; making sure that nobody got inside and interfered with what STRIKE Delta were doing. Fucking fun, right?
I don't know how long me and my team were playing watch dogs for whenever a young couple came strolling up with curious looks on their faces. It was clear as fucking day that they were soulmates with their matching burgundy beanies, plus his arm was slung over her wile she clutched a bouquet of roses to her chest. Fuck, I hated watching young soulmates stuck up each other's ass since it always reminded me of how long I'm stuck waiting for the chance to be with mine.
"Professor Lewis said some Men In Black shit was happening around the science building, but I thought she was just being her crazy drunk self." The young man, dressed in a leather jacket and a Rolling Stones shirt, babbled on in a 'bro' type of way.
The girl's dak curly hair whipped around as she snapped her head and snarled at her soulmate, "Don't call my mom a crazy drunk, my Boo-tiful Butthead."
The man defended his action of calling his future mother-in-law a crazy drunk by pointing out in a rational tone, "But, babe, ya gotta admit that she is a crazy drunk tho. I mean she thru a fucking voldka bottle at me when I picked you up for our first goddamn date."
Shrugging, the man's girlfriend (new one by the looks of the flowers she was holding) simply provided the excuse of, "She was just leery of you cause you're older and a Marine."
"I'm just a couple of years older than you, Darcy. Sheesh, she acted like I was some axe murderer."
"Actually, Billy, she thinks you're a dead ringer for Dorian Gray."
"Jesus Christ." The man, who looked young and pretty enough to be Dorian Gray, muttered under his breath while rolling his dark brown eyes.
Having enough of their lovers spat, I cleared my throat and sternly told them, "I'd hate to break up your moment, but you can't just stand around here. You gotta leave the area, it's under quarantine."
"Why? Did something happen to Bruce? He was doing something with radiation." Darcy, who had on a Hello Kitty shirt over a sweatshirt along with a peacoat and a Jane Austen themed scarf, rambled out in a high pitched and overly bubble voice. As her head bobbed around her thick black framed glasses threatened to slide down her nose.
"Bet he fucking blew himself up." Billy darkly chuckled, causing his soulmate to swiftly elbow him in the stomach since she was short and couldn't reach his chest since he had a tall and sinewy build.
"That's highly classified and government protected information. Now, please, move along."
"My mom works here and I'm an early acceptance applicant so I'm gonna find out what happened, one way or another, you stupid jack-booted thug." Darcy snarkily told me before turning to Billy and telling him, "Let's go get some pizza at Pizza World. I'm starving and I bet that you haven't had real food while being stuck in that desert."
"Can we take it to my hotel?" Billy asked as his eyes raked over his girl. Dear lord, it was clear he was a sex deprived soldier. He was literally undressing his girl with his eyes in front of my damn STRIKE Alpha team.
"Yea, I wanna see your hot Marine ass naked, my Boo-tiful Butthead." Darcy giggled before dragging her other half off down the sidewalk.
"Fucking college kids." I mumbled under my breath. Looking over my shoulder, I ordered my teammate named Rodriguez, "Rodriguez, go see what's taking STRIKE Delta so long."
"Yes, Sir." Rodriguez nodded before scurrying off to do what he was told.
"You don't like young happy soulmate couples, do you, mate?"
"Rollins, shut up with your mate shit. We're not friends, we're teammates on STRIKE Alpha." I barked at the tall and startling looking Australian HYDRA mole while cutting my eyes at him. "And college kids are annoying, period." I added in before giving some college aged kids walking by a death look, daring them to even look at the science building behind me.
Fuck, my day's horrible. At least last night was good. Hopefully tonight I can have a repeat of that too.
AN:
I hope you guys liked this. I'm sorry for the long delay, but work has been hectic lately. Don't worry, I'm still working on my Brock Rumlow stories since that's what my muses are thriving on right now. Anyways, how did ya'll like that Darcy Lewis/Billy Russo pairing and cameo? They'll be back in a couple of chapters.