As soon as Steve's lips crashed against hers, something snapped. The air in the room shifted drastically, becoming thick with sexual tension. The angry fire behind their sternums raged on, though this time with a different intent on how to put it out. Before she could even think to kiss him back, he pulled away - leaving her wanting and moving toward him to try and catch his lips again. Her hands reached for his face, desperately trying to bring him back to her. At the motion, his came up to grab her wrists and forced them back to her sides. Clearly, but wordlessly telling her who was in charge.
There was a slight pause between them, both of them still trying to catch their breaths from the yelling match that had just occurred and from the searing kiss he had just delivered - but had broken off way too soon. Thankfully, his lips found hers again, hands moving to her waist to both yank her closer and begin to tug at her clothes. Getting the hint, she acted in tandem. Her hands went to the belt buckle of his pants, fumbling with it for a second in her rush before successfully releasing it. She ignored the sound of her buttons bouncing against the hardwood floors as a result of Steve's easy solution to rid her of her shirt, only focused on getting her arms out of the sleeves as quickly as possible so she could continue to desperately kiss him.
Stumbling both around the room and into each other, both of them eagerly undressed the other. As heated and anger driven as the moment was, it was also too precious to pass up. It had been too long for the two of them - together and separate. Hands were everywhere, trying to get past the annoying roadblocks that were pants and skirts and t-shirts. Kisses were near misses or fully desperate, wanting to drink in the feeling but also get as many as possible. Moans and grunts of want and need filled the room as background music. Both desperate for a release - both physically and emotionally.
With a trail of clothes behind them, he took hold of her hips again so to maneuver her wherever he wanted. They continued to stumble around the room for a moment before he took control and roughly picked her up. His hands went under her ass for support and also to tease her with a hard squeeze. Legs immediately wrapping around his waist, her arms went around his neck, grateful to be allowed to touch him even in the smallest of ways.
As her body started to catch up to what was happening, her brain was already six steps ahead. And while he was in charge, she tried her best to guide him away from certain things with small, hard tugs on his hair. The table he wanted to put her on was a no-go - it would break under the weight of what was about to happen. The formica counter was no match either - ready to crack with one hard slam. He seemed to have caught on and decided the wall would be the best option to push her up against. Q would beg to differ, but she wasn't the one in control this time.
With the wall as support, Steve shifted his grip from under her ass. One hand went to her hip while the other pried her hands from the back of his neck. He was able to hold both of her wrists together with one of his hands, placing them up above her head and holding them there tightly. At the realization that she wouldn't be allowed to touch him unless he wanted her to, she couldn't help but let out a slight whine against his lips. Which he ignored.
"Steve," she breathed out once his lips left hers in search of the pulse point on her neck. She wasn't sure what she was trying to say or make him do, but he seemed focused on ignoring her and doing whatever the hell he wanted.
A hard roll of her hips against him was enough to get his attention. Though he continued to tease the pulse point of her neck, he used his free hand to shove her legs off of him. She managed to catch herself on her feet, only slightly bumping against the wall. His lips found hers again, hungrily kissing her while his hand skated over her bare stomach. Q arched into the touch, wanting him to move a bit south.
Obliging for once, Steve moved downward to the edge of her underwear. Easily able to push it down, he let his hand hover over her for a moment. Never was he such a tease before, but damn if it didn't feel good to know he had all the cards. For once in over a year, he had her under his thumb. And the way her body was reacting to him, wanting him, he was going to make her suffer just a bit.
"Say you're sorry." his voice was right by her ear, rougher than she remembered it being after a hard makeout, almost a growl. Enough to make a shiver go down her spine and for her to try and thrust into his hand, desperate for any sense of relief. But he pulled even further away from her, making her whine a bit.
"I'm sorry, baby, I'm so sorry." she breathed out, "Please..." she trailed off, head becoming clouded with the intense want of what he was denying her. Her eyes met his, the intensity of his stare enough to make her breath hitch. Those baby blues she knew and loved were suddenly as dark as night, filled with both anger and lust. A rare combination that sent shivers down her spine. Surging forward, she kissed him desperately, openly moaning into his mouth when two of his fingers slipped inside of her.
Letting go of her hands so that he could keep her hips from rolling into him, Steve quickly continued to pump and twist his fingers. His thumb seeked out the spot that was most sensitive, causing her to jolt against his touch. Q's hands slid around his waist to his back where he felt her fingernails begin to drag down his skin - the angry red streaks fading almost instantly.
Steve pressed her up against the wall hard enough that she could feel the grains in the paint against her bare back. His motions were fast and almost aggressive, wanting her to reach her climax as quickly as possible. Which wasn't hard for her to do considering it had been almost two years since she had last been touched in the same way. She could only achieve so much on her own. Her nails dug into his shoulder blades, head falling back against the wall with a thump, and her mouth opening in a silent gasp as his fingers helped her ride it out.
As she came down, Q could practically feel the pure, unadulterated heat radiating from him and it only made her want him more. For once, since escaping Hydra's grasp, she was completely out of her head and she wasn't about to waste the moment. Their lips quickly found each other, hard and searing kisses exchanged while her hands slid under the waistband of his underwear and continued to push the material down past his thighs. His hands returned to grip at her waist, fingers digging into her skin. He was so close, so so close, but at the same time so far away.
"Tell me you want this." he breathed out, voice ragged even though they had barely said ten words to each other the whole time. Still, what he said sent a thrill up her spine. She had forgotten how utterly sexy it was whenever he checked in with her - having been with so many past partners before him who just assumed. And even though he was using this as a way to let some anger out, he wasn't about to force her to do anything she didn't want to.
"I do, Steve, please." she thrust her hips out toward him, or tried to since he still had a tight hold of them, "I need you." she practically begged, so desperate for him. It had been so long. Too long. His eyes somehow darkened even more at the words, how utterly wrecked she sounded because of him. And he hadn't even gotten started yet.
Bracing one hand on the wall beside her head, the other harshly yanked one of her legs up so that it wrapped around her waist. With the better angle, he didn't hesitate to align himself with her or even pause before slamming into her. She let out a sharp gasp at the feeling, one hand going to grip his bicep, the other against the wall to steady herself.
There was no introductory slow roll of his hips, or the casual rhythm he started with. No, he started off rough and fast. He slammed into her over and over with such force that while she was grateful he hadn't picked the table or the counter, she was sure she was about to go through the wall itself. Not that Steve really cared, only focused on keeping his brutal pace.
Desperate to be both closer to him and not to go through the wall, Q tried to lean in more to him. The motion made him go deeper inside of her, which caused her to moan at the feeling. Not wanting her to have any control, he quickly removed his hand from the wall and lifted her off her feet as if she were as light as a feather.
The new angle made both of them groan in pleasure. Their chests were pressed together, both messily kissing each other as Steve continued to thrust into her. Having to balance the weight of Q and keep the pace, he stumbled around the main area of the apartment. It turned into quick flashes of moments, just like in the movies. Bumping into various furniture before toppling over the arm of the couch where Q ended up on top, but only for a moment; the force and the uneven weight distribution sent them tumbling off the couch. Landing on the floor with a thump, Steve was quick to resume his aggressive thrusts. The floor had nothing to stop her from moving against the floorboards, but she was grateful for the friction.
They were blindly egging each other on with no real method to their madness, just wanting to both make the other as angry as possible, and also to let out some anger they had toward the other, because the payoff was intoxicating. Never had they been together like this before, in this raw and almost animalistic way. Hard, rough kisses were shared with desperate need for more. They were greedy and selfish. In an effort to fuel the anger inside both of them, harsh teases were whispered into ears, which only resulted in rough reactions. Pulse points were rediscovered and used to their advantages. At one point, Q pressed down on the bandage on Steve's side, making him hiss in pain and slam into her even harder. He retaliated by letting his hand wrap around her throat, squeezing ever so slightly to let her know he could, which sent a shiver down Q's spine. They needed the release, both physically and emotionally - literally and figuratively.
"Feeling better?" Q murmured, hands softly running through Steve's hair. Unlike how she had roughly tugged and pulled on it moments earlier. A soft laugh exited his body, even though he didn't open his mouth.
"You could say that." he responded while picking up his head from her shoulder. She gave him a small smile before removing her hand from his head and getting to her feet. Watching her walk off to the bathroom, he let his eyes trace over her thigh tattoo, having only caught glimpses of it while they were fucking.
Once she was finished, she returned to the living room area, grabbing a few pillows from the couch. Letting them fall to the floor beside him, he took one and put it behind his head while she settled down next to him. Both of them adjusted themselves on the floor so that they were facing each other. They were closer than they had been when they finished earlier. So much so that it was easy for her to lean in to press a soft kiss to his lips. He responded with the same amount of tenderness before pulling back.
Their eyes met for a moment, his hand then coming up to caress the side of her face. Her eyes searched his for that tiny speck of green she loved so much, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips when she found it. At the smile, he brought her in for another kiss, and felt her shift her body closer to his as if the minimal space between them was too much. His arm wrapped around her waist while one of her legs slithered in between his.
Soft, gentle kisses were shared, both going a bit more slowly and taking the time to really drink in what was happening between them. Steve guided Q onto her back while he shifted so he was caging her in between his legs. Breaking off the kisses, he couldn't help but smile when she chased after his departed lips, clearly wanting more. He gave in rather easily, capturing her lips once more. Too much time had already passed since their last ones.
With things going slower than before, not as driven by pure anger and passion, they were allowed to notice things previously overlooked. Especially in terms of how sensitive Q had become. Every time Steve touched her, it was like she was being touched for the first time. Senses were much more heightened than before, allowing her to be fully consumed by Steve and what was happening right in front of her. Neurons firing with all the possibilities of how he could touch her, what would happen when he touched her and how it would feel. Q's body was on fire, and Steve was both the cause of it and the only one who could put it out.
Each drag of his fingers over her skin sent small crackles of electricity over her body. When his lips found hers, she pulled him deeper as if to quench a thirst she didn't know she had. She arched into his touch, body begging for more. When she peaked, fireworks exploded in her head, letting her experience something so unique and beautiful that all the times before paled in comparison. Yet, he continued to gently push her to the edge once more. Goosebumps ran wild across her skin, lighting up wherever he touched and wherever she knew he was going to touch. Her limbs were dissolving under every touch or kiss. He was so gentle with her, exploring her body like he had when it was his first time. And to her, it felt like it was.
Much more careful with her than he was during their first round, Steve took the time to relearn her body. Mostly because it had drastically changed in a way he never could've expected. The heightened sensitivity helped him satisfy her in a way he never had been able to before, drawing noises he had never heard from her and feeling her cling to him like she was trying to anchor herself to him.
But he was almost distracted by the physical changes her body went through as well. The softness of her was replaced by sharp edges and muscle gained. Her eyes were sharp, like she was waiting for some sort of threat to arise even despite their current situation. There were scars that had to have come from something more painful than the guilt he was feeling at the sight of them. The angry red ones around her wrists, the ones dotting her arms like a starry night sky, all of them proof that she had been a victim. No, a survivor.
And he did his best to remind her of that, handling her in a much more gentle way than he had before. Praising her body like the goddess she was to him, over and over as many times as she would let him. And she did the same in return. Reminding him of all the experience she had over him, which wasn't a bad thing in this situation. She made him feel wanted, needed even, between the way she touched him, held him and kissed him.
"Are you sure, Q?" he asked quietly, hesitating for a moment. He knew her senses were overloaded, could tell just by how she was reacting to simple, smaller touches. If this would be too much, he wouldn't - even if he really wanted to.
"Yes," she breathed out, hips rolling up as if that would help satiate the need deep inside of her, "Please, I want you." she kept her eyes on his, using a different verb than she had earlier. Need vs. want. Two very different things. And one obviously made him feel better than the other. Giving him a ghost of a smile, her hand came to rest on his cheek. He leaned into the touch, eyes fluttering shut as he shifted so he was inside of her again.
Tilting her head back at the feeling left her neck exposed, which Steve took advantage of in pressing soft kisses up her throat. His hand snaked up her arm so he could intertwine his fingers with hers. Anchoring them together, he slowly rolled his hips against her with purpose instead of the frantic rhythm he had prior. He listened to Q's sighs of pleasure, adjusting himself when necessary and getting new reactions out of her each time.
This wasn't just fucking. This was something more. An apology, in their quiet murmurings between kisses. A love letter, written in lingering kisses and soft touches. A lesson, in knowing that each were different than the year and a half before but eager to take their time in re-learning what it was like to be together again. Anger may have fueled the first round, but the second round was spurred on by a love lost.
The moments after they finished were always Q's favorite moments. The quiet bliss that surrounded them like a bubble, keeping them safe from the world around them. Unlike how it was after their first round, the two were still physically connected as intimately as any two people could be. Their hearts beat at the same pace, having both been given the same adrenaline rush that came after. Chests rose and fell, the only way she could ever truly lift Steve - even if it was just slightly. Soft touches of skin against skin in praise and reverence, becoming even more intense what with Q's new hyper-sensitivity. Limbs intertwined like a beautiful puzzle that didn't look like it fit together but somehow it did.
"I love you." Q murmured without thinking. She could swear she heard Steve's heart skip a beat at the phrase. He picked his head up from where he had it buried in the crook of her neck so he could meet her eyes.
"I love you too." Steve responded, pushing some hair out of her face, "But that doesn't change anything." he added on seriously, "This doesn't change anything." he pointed glanced at where they were lying together on the floor. Q would say it didn't hurt to hear, but it did. A pang shot through her heart at the reminder. She knew that a few rounds of sex wouldn't change anything, but a small part of her wished that it did.
"I know." she swallowed back the lump in her throat, "I know." she tried to give him a strong smile but it fell a bit flat.
"We still have things we need to talk about." he kept his hand on the side of her face, thumb circling her cheek. She nodded, hoping her body wouldn't act on the emotions that were beginning to bubble up.
"I know." she repeated herself, taking in a breath before continuing, "And I know you have a lot of questions." he scoffed a bit because that was an understatement, "But I can't answer all of them."
"Can't? Or won't?" he asked with a bit of an eyebrow raise. She bit her bottom lip, giving him the answer he didn't want but was expecting. With a deep sigh, he rolled off of her. The moment between them had ended. The bubble had popped. The real world was crashing down around them once more.
"I will." she promised, reaching out for him. Her fingers danced lightly over the hickey she hadn't realized she'd given him during their first round. Like they were in middle school again. The angry splotch was going to fade in a few hours, but at that moment, she let herself trace over the edges, "Just give me some more time, okay?" he sighed, but didn't push her away. While he felt as though he had given her more than enough time, she clearly disagreed. But they had already fought enough for one day.
"So what now?" he changed the subject as a rock began to form in his stomach. He didn't know what else there was for the two of them to do if they weren't going to have the conversations he wanted to have. That they needed to have.
"Well…" she trailed off for a moment, absentmindedly dragging her fingers over his skin, "I've never been to Croatia before and apparently there's a lot to do here…" again, she trailed off, looking at him with raised eyebrows, "I was hoping you'd want to stick around for a bit." he glanced over at her. Face wearing a hopeful expression that he hadn't seen in a long while, a part of him thought it looked out of place among the dark circles under her eyes and the red tinge on her cheeks. But it was also one he could never deny.
He knew he should leave. Should get back to the States, not only because of the Ultron thing, but also because Q had made it clear that they weren't going to have certain conversations. So why waste his time? Though going back to the States meant leaving Q. And who knew when they would see each other again.
"If you want me to." he found himself saying, putting the ball in her court. A small, happy smile broke out across her features. She couldn't remember the last time she had genuinely felt this happy. It had been a long while since she even had a reason to smile like that. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach upon realizing that the smile was because of him.
"I do." she reached up to wrap her arms around his neck.
"Then I'll stick around for a bit." he used her phrase which made her grin again. Then she moved closer to press her lips against his in a loving kiss.
At least they'd be together for a little bit longer.
A/N: Just a chapter of pure sex haha I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it! And now they're gonna be hanging out for a bit! Yay! Who knows what's gonna come of this...
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