Warning, mature content
Chapter 11
The Winter Soldier stared at the female with his mouth open. He had never seen a woman wearing such a tiny outfit. At least he couldn't remember. She looked… gorgeous. Seductive. Sensual. He would have loved to look at her for much longer, enjoying every little detail but then he noticed how uncomfortable and nervous she was. She wasn't looking at him and she tried her best to cover herself with her arms.
"What are you wearing?" he finally managed to ask.
She didn't say anything, which was very strange since she usually babbled all the time. Obviously, she hadn't chosen to wear this outfit and it was making her feel exposed. Vulnerable. That wasn't right. He took his shirt off and handed it to her.
"Thank you," she murmured and quickly put the shirt on.
"Can you walk with those?" he asked, glancing at her shoes.
"Not really," she sighed and took couple of wobbling steps towards him. "A little help?"
He raised his eyebrows.
"What do you need?"
"Support."
He extended his metal arm, allowing her to use it as support while she tried to kick the shoes off.
"Stupid shoes," she murmured before finally succeeding. "That's better. Whoever designed those shoes has to be a sadist."
They were both quiet for a moment, he wasn't sure what to say.
"Thank you for being discreet," she continued. "I really appreciate that."
"Why did they make you wear those clothes?" he asked.
She shook her head.
"I don't know. For your enjoyment probably."
It felt wrong to say that the clothes had in fact given him enjoyment, although he would have never asked her to wear something like that.
"I don't enjoy seeing you uncomfortable," he murmured.
She looked up and smiled at him.
"Thank you, that's very kind."
Now he was uncomfortable. She was a strange female, but he couldn't deny that he found her company pleasant.
"You don't deserve it," he murmured. "That's all."
"I've been through worse," she replied. "But thank you for saying that."
"Hmm."
He was pleased to notice that she looked like her normal self again, glancing at his bunk and making plans.
"Do you want to cuddle?" she asked.
"What?"
"Cuddle," she repeated.
"I don't know what that means."
She hid her smile behind her hand, clearly his ignorance amused her. He on the other hand wasn't amused at all.
"Okay, let me show you. Come here and lay down."
Normally he would have wanted more information, but he had liked everything else she had wanted to do, so he saw no reason to decline. He laid down on his back and made room for her as she joined him.
"Now put your arm around me," she instructed as she rested her head on his chest. "That's cuddling."
Ah. So it meant holding her. He had no problem with that, her body felt very pleasant against him. His shirt reached her midthigh and he would have loved to touch her legs.
"May I touch your chest?" she asked.
"Yes," he murmured.
"Thank you. You must really train a lot; I've never seen these kinds of muscles. In real life, I mean. Of course I've seen pictures, there was this one guy who ate tons of protein, I really don't understand how can anyone…"
He couldn't really hear a word she was saying. Her fingers were caressing his chest and she was running her foot absentmindedly up and down his leg. Maybe she was cold, he didn't know, but he was starting to feel extremely uncomfortable. Yet he didn't want her to stop. Suddenly she stopped talking and he felt her body tensing.
"Oh…" she murmured.
He tensed too as he realized what was happening. He was aroused and she could feel it.
"I… I'm sorry, I didn't mean…" she murmured.
"It's fine," he replied, trying to hide his discomfort. "Wait here, I need a moment."
He was just about to get up and go to the bathroom when she placed her hand on his shoulder.
"Wait. Please."
"What?" he murmured.
She blinked few times and bit her bottom lip.
"May I see it?"
He stared at her disbelievingly.
"What?"
A flush was rising in her cheeks.
"I… I would like to be…prepared."
It took a moment before he understood what she was talking about.
"Listen," he started tensely. "I already told you, I'm not going to force myself on you and I'm not going to force you to do…anything else."
"I know and I'm very grateful for that. You're a good man, Steve."
He was just about to argue when she continued.
"I trust you enough to do this with you."
"You don't have to…"
"I know," she cut in and touched his shoulder. "I want to."
He hesitated, trying to decide what to do.
"Darla…"
She smiled.
"You've never said my name before."
That was true. Darla. That was her name. He liked it.
"Are you absolutely sure?" he asked.
She nodded.
"Can you trust me enough to do this with me?"
"Yes," he murmured.
That was the truth. He did trust her, as strange as that was.
"Okay. Please tell me if I'm doing something wrong."
He couldn't reply, he simply stared at her as her hand slid down his torso to the front of his pants. Lightly she traced him with her fingers.
"Does it hurt?" she asked quickly as she heard him draw in a gasp of breath.
"No," he murmured.
She passed her hand over him again while watching his face. Her touch was making him painfully hard.
"May I see it?" she asked.
He unzipped his pants without saying a word, he didn't think that he would be able to talk. Her eyes widened as she stared at his erection.
"Oh…" she murmured.
"What?" he was forced to ask.
"I…"
"What?"
"It's bigger than I thought," she murmured. "That's all." She paused and took a deep breath. "May I touch it?"
Once again she managed to stun him. Where had this woman come from and what was she doing to him?
"Darla…"
"I'll be careful," she assured. "I know it's sensitive."
"Fine," he heard himself saying.
She reached down and gently passed her hand over the entire length. He let out a sharp gasp.
"Did I hurt…"
"No," he almost shouted, praying that she wouldn't stop. Thankfully, she didn't.
"Am I doing this right?" she asked while moving her hand up and down his length.
"Yes," he panted. "Oh yes."
He couldn't remember ever feeling anything like this. Her touch felt amazing. She was beautiful. Darla.
"Darla…"
He let out a groan as he climaxed. She laid back without saying a word while he kept panting.
"I think I understand better now," she said after a long silence.
"What do you understand?" he asked.
"How everything works," she replied.
He rolled on his side to face her.
"No, you don't," he hummed. "Not yet. But I would very much like to show you few things if you let me."
"I'm sorry, Steve, I don't think that I'm ready…"
"Not that," he assured. "I want to make you feel good. Will you let me do that?"
She didn't have time to reply when the door opened. Not now dammit.
"Sorry to interrupt you lovebirds, but you're needed on the field, soldier. Right now," one of the agents stated.
The soldier was just about to tell the agent to get the hell out when Darla's light touch stopped him.
"Don't," she whispered. "I don't want them to hurt you."
He looked into her eyes and saw genuine concern. She was worried about him.
"Move, soldier…"
"I need a moment to get dressed," he cut in icily.
"Fine," the agent huffed. "Hurry up."
The soldier got up as soon as the agent had left the room. Darla followed his example.
"I should give you your shirt back…" she started.
"No," he replied firmly. "Keep it."
"Thank you," she said smiling. "Please be careful."
He couldn't remember anyone saying that before, but he nodded.
"Sure."