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As soon as she closed her apartment door behind her, he was kissing her again, backing her up onto the couch. "Not that I'm complaining," he mumbled between the kisses he planted along her neck, "but what was with the rush today? I've never seen you so eager to leave."

"What can I - ah! - say?" His lips attached to the particularly sensitive spot under her ear that he knew she loved. "I just wanted you so badly."

With one hand, he pulled the button open on her jeans and pushed them down to her feet. He kneeled in front of her and hooked one of her legs over his shoulder. She could feel his warm breath on her center and inadvertently thrust her hips closer to his face. He pushed her panties to the side and licked her dripping folds from top to bottom, taking time to suck hungrily on her clit. She cried out with every swipe of his tongue and held tightly onto his golden curls, wanting his face closer and deeper. He began swirling his tongue in a pattern and she grinned. His new game - spelling out words as he ate her out to change up the sensation. Sometimes she'd try to figure out what he was saying, but she was too far gone by the time he started to care. She just continued to thrust her center against him, riding his face as hard as she could to relieve the tension building in her lower abdomen.

She thought her legs were going to give out when she finally came, but he held tightly onto her and continued his actions, lightening the pressure as her shuddering lessened. "Fuck, Steve," she sighed.

He grinned up at her. "As you wish."

She grinned and turned so she was on all fours on the couch. She heard him unbuckle his belt and his jeans hit the floor. The unmistakable sound of him ripping open the condom he must have grabbed from his pocket made her shiver in anticipation. She let out a guttural moan when she felt the tip of his cock press against her folds. She pressed back at the same time that he slid forward and they both let out loud groans at the contact.

He held onto her hips as he thrust into her, hitting her in all the right places, making her scream out his name with each pass. She purposely tightened her walls around his cock, giving him the extra sensation of how tight she still was, even after all this time with him. He leaned over her and sucked on her neck as he continued to pump into her. She curved her back slightly, lifting her ass a little further into the air. It was enough of a change that it sent him over the edge. He bit down on her shoulder as he came - she came almost immediately after.

"Oh, fuck, Darcy," he said after they had cleaned up and were lying in bed. He ran his fingers over the deep bite wound on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, babe. I don't know what came over me."

She didn't say anything in return; her mind was still hazy. She hadn't been lying to the group about coming every time - Steve always made sure of it. But this time was different. When she felt his teeth digging into her soft skin, a totally new sensation took over and sent her flying so high she didn't know if she'd ever come down.

She thought back over all the conversations the group had had about sex, and never once did anything about biting or pain come up. But the shock that went through her body, the pang from his teeth, had made it better. It made her orgasm stronger than it had ever been. 'Well, this can't be good.'

Steve felt so bad for the bruise he left that he made it up to her by eating her out every night for the next two weeks. She wasn't one to complain - the man could do ridiculous things with his tongue - but she couldn't get the image of that night out of her head.

So she didn't.

She found herself imagining it over and over whenever she felt his teeth gently brush against her. She wanted it feel it again; the sharp sting that sent her pulse racing and heart pounding. The imagery was enough to cause her to spasm under his capable tongue but did nothing for the rising guilt she felt when she realized just what had helped push her over the edge. But whenever she tried to banish those thoughts from her mind, she was so preoccupied that she completely failed to climax, upsetting both her and Steve.

He had never failed her like this before and then that made her feel guilty. It was a double edged sword in her mind; fantasize about pain and feel bad that it's the only way she seemed to be able to get off, or don't fantasize about pain and not be able to get off.

Steve felt so bad about the accidental bite that she knew he was trying his best to be the complete opposite. He never wanted to leave marks on her body. His own childhood was difficult, filled with being beaten up by other kids, that she knew even asking him to purposely inflict pain on anyone else, her especially, would not sit well with him.

There was really only one thing she could do. She had to permanently push away any of those thoughts. Sex before that had been amazing. And sex after would be just as amazing.

At least that's the lie she told herself.

"Darcy, are you sure you're ok?" It was the fourth time he had asked her that night, and she was starting to get annoyed.

She knew why he was asking; it wasn't the first time lately that she had been less enthusiastic during sex. And apparently her inability to lie effectively carried into the bedroom.

"I'm ok, Steve. Just a little tired, I guess," she tried to reassure him. It seemed to placate him. She had been busy at work recently so it was as good of an excuse as any. What was she going to say? 'Oh, yea, Steve, I'm great but I'm getting a little bored of your cock the way it is. How about you bite me again so I can feel some sexual excitement, because there's obviously something wrong with me.'

She had considered telling her friends about it - asking them for advice. But after being so adamant about how good her sex life had been, there was no way they'd let her live it down. She could just imagine their response.

"I thought your sex life was so wonderful just with what God graced Steve with."

"Oh, so it turns out Darcy Lewis does need something more to get off."

"What's so wrong with Steve that he's not enough for you anymore?"

No. There was absolutely no way she could go to her friends about this. She supposed the boys had probably been with girls who were into "rough sex", but how would she go about even beginning those conversations?

She was closest with Clint, but that inevitably meant she couldn't ask him. He'd tease her worse than the girls. And he'd tell Natasha. Which would be even worse.

Bucky was notorious for his playboy history but he was Steve's best friend - was she really comfortable talking to Steve's best friend about Steve's bedroom habits? She shuddered at the thought of Steve going to any of her friends to talk about her. No, Bucky was definitely out.

There was always Tony, she supposed. Which, just no.

She would deal with this like she dealt with so much from her past. On her own. She could do it. All she had to do was remember what it was about sex with Steve that she loved and get her head back there.

Easy peasy.

"I just don't understand what the big fucking deal is, Darcy!" Steve yelled, grabbing the shoes that he left by the door.

"The 'big fucking deal' is that this isn't your home, Steve, it's mine! And I have a certain order around here, and you can't just come in here and mess it up!"

"Well forgive me for leaving my shoes by the door and not on your precious shoe mat! I'm sorry that I'm just so fucking rude about everything!"

"It's not just about your stupid shoes! You come in here without knocking anymore-"

"You gave me a key!"

"And you help yourself to my food-"

"That I cook for you and you always tell me I can have!"

"You're just always in my space!"

Steve stared at her after her last outburst. "Of course that's what this is about, isn't it? Darcy can't handle having someone around her all the time, can she? You're so fucking afraid of commitment that you push me away when I act like any guy would in any normal relationship! It's been over a year, Darcy, and you still act like I'm going to fucking bolt!"

"You always throw this back on me because 'perfect Steve' can't do anything wrong, can he? Oh no! It always has to be Darcy's fault! Steve isn't overstepping his bounds, Darcy just can't handle commitment! Just fucking leave!"

"And you prove my point."

"Fuck you, asshole!"

"Fuck you!"

He threw his shoes across the room, neither one of them breaking eye contact when they thudded against the wall. His jaw was clenched in that particular way that meant one of two things: that he was horny as hell or pissed off.

And right now, Darcy hoped it was both.

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