2300 Hours – Darcy's Hallway

The hallway seemed a mighty small place for them, but Steve didn't think he could move if he wanted. Where Darcy found such a strength was beyond him, or maybe it was just that he simply didn't want to move, but the feisty woman had him up against the wall faster than one could blink. He craved her lips, bending his torso just enough to capture the red mouth he so desired and was thankful when she responded in kind, grasping the front of his shirt to pull him closer. And heaven above, he wanted to be closer.

He brought his hands up to cup her face, pulling a long whine from her throat when is mouth moved away from her hers. Soon she was purring as he left a trail of soft kisses down the heavenly column stopping only when he reached the hem of her t-shirt. She was panting then, her lips in search of his and he was in no mood to deny her.

This had not been the plan. Not at all. He only wanted to apologize. Well, he wanted to do more but his intentions had been pure. Now, however, with this incredible woman moving like sin against him, purity was the last thing on his mind.

Her small but skilled fingers were working their way under his shirt, the small touches making his arousal ache all the more. He growled deeply, her open mouth catching the sound, as the nails raked down across his abdomen. The muscles responded by rippling and clenching, begging for something more.

"Steve." She moaned. It sounded like a husky plea. He looked at her through heavy lids to see her deep blue eyes swimming with a powerful lust and that wonderful smile; just one corner. She pulled away from his aching body just enough to grab the hem of her shirt. He stopped her, wanting the pleasure of doing that himself. Slowly, just like he had dreamed so many times since they first met, he lifted the thin fabric, eyes now glued to the exposed skin.

First the smooth expanse of her stomach, all the soft milky white curves for his eyes to feast upon, but still he wanted more. Higher he lifted, relieved when her arms came up to assist him. He dropped the forgotten cloth, not once taking his gaze from off of the beautiful woman in front of him.

He didn't have words. Couldn't have said anything even if he had for the sight before him was too much for any one man. She chuckled at what he was sure his dumbfounded expression and grabbed his hands and slowly lifted them to rest under the most erotically full pair of breasts Steve had even seen.

He bit out another curse when she tucked her fingers into the edge of his increasingly uncomfortable trousers. She smiled wickedly and leaned into his hands.

They were the most beautiful objects he'd ever held. The supple skin spilled over his large hands as he tested their weight. She was making sounds unlike anything he had ever heard as he ran his calloused thumbs over the firm nubs, watching in wonder as the rosy peaks hardened even more.

"Holy Fuck." She whispered huskily with eyes shut, pulling a lip in between even teeth. He felt his whole body jerk at the word, hating the restraint of clothes. It was the strangest thing. Steve Rogers feeling up a lady he met not a week before, not caring about reputations or expectations. This... right here, right now with this incredible woman who had managed to chase away his deamons with a secret smile... Yea, this was so right.

He wanted to take his time, really he did, but Darcy didn't seem to have the same game plan. She was skillfully unbuckling his trousers, swift fingers making easy work of the stiff leather. God, not nearly as stiff as he was. The source of his discomfort was pressed tightly against the fabric aching for everything that was her.

She gave him no warning before she released him from those restraints, and he couldn't help but growl deep in his throat when she quickly grasped him in her slender hand.

"God, Darcy." He said huskily, hands entwining in her hair pulling her in for another searing kiss.

"Damn straight." She whispered into his mouth, though she sounded much too smug. He needed to even the playing field; which was easier said than done considering his blood had left his brain and was currently pulsing through his groin. Using the last bit of sanity he clung on too, he picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder with blinding speed.

Steve couldn't help but remember the last time they were in this position, her giggling raucously, ass up. So he did now what he had wanted to do then. He started to make his way to her room, sliding his fingers up the back of her leg, loving the way her muscles tensed. Higher his fingers went, running along the hem of her shorts. And further still they climbed until he squeezed a large handful of heavenly rump, chuckling when she wiggled her bottom.

"Steeevve!" She screamed impishly, half moan half laugh. He turned his head and couldn't help but run his teeth across the quivering skin, then promptly tossing her on the large canopied bed. The dark purple silk of her sheets making her creamy complexion shine like porcelain. He had only a second to appreciate the sight before she was up on her knees, her own fingers twisting at the base of his neck.

He knew what came next, knew it like any man who craved a woman knew. He wished he had more restraint, but where Darcy was concerned, he was lost. She had pulled off his shirt, her hands roaming his bare chest like she was trying to memorize him. Each little touch, every appreciative sound she made, was too much.

He gasped, grabbing a handful of silky black locks. She looked up to him, skin flushed, eyes glazed, with a sort of admiration he had never seen before. Because to her, he was a man. He was Steve. Not some untouchable hero. Not some innocent icon.

And that was enough to break the dams. In one swift movement he had her on her back and her flannel shorts off. He tugged his own offending bottoms off and crawled up to settle himself between her long legs. He was nearly blind from overwhelming need but did not enter her.

"Darcy?" The question came out rough and grated, his voice breaking from the strain of holding back, but he needed this. Needed to hear her say it. Steve looked down into the smiling eyes of the woman who had thrown a wrench in his world.

And of course, because she wasn't one to sit by and let him take the wheel, she whispered his name in a way no person had ever done. It should have been illegal to hear such a thing come from her plump lips but god damn it, did it set his blood on fire. She reached down, grabbed his aching manhood and brought it to the apex of her legs.

He had to close his eyes, the sensations nearly overwhelming. Wet heat was radiating from her core and if he pushed just a little he'd be inside of her. Still, he leaned down to take her lips for one more fiery kiss, but as he did her legs came up and wrapped around his waist making him thrust as deep as he could go. He nearly chocked from the overwhelming pleasure.

It was more than he could ever imagine. Tight, hot, and so perfect. She was gasping, arching her body up into his embrace. He leaned down, taking her lips and began to move in the way that all men know. A rhythm passed down through genetics and perfected through time. Slow thrusts, skin meeting skin. She clawed at his chest moving across and down his arms.

He knew she wanted more and who was he to deny her anything. He moved faster, lifting himself up on his arms to watch her face twist in pleasure. Her breasts bounced which each impact and he plunged harder to see them shake violently. What a glorious sight she made, in the throes of passion, eyes closed, arms outstretched reaching for something; anything.

But soon the waves began to take him, each plummet into her silky heat jarring his thoughts. He heard her cry out, felt the muscles tighten and clench around his throbbing shaft and he recognized her own orgasms as it rocked her body. His thrust became uneven and with suddenness that surprised him, he came with blinding white fire, spilling deep inside of her quivering core. The sounds they made, both guttural and animalistic were enough to prolong his orgasm.

Finally after several minutes of gasping breaths and small kisses, he rolled to his side, bringing her flush against his front. Darcy stretched into him, making herself comfortable and soon they were both nodding off.

He had no nightmares that night. Only images of a quick smile and soft white skin.