[ Sara's parked out in front of Daisy's place in under 25 minutes, motorcycle keys tucked into her leather jacket as she makes her way up to her apartment.
She's not even sure if she's home yet, but she gives the door a few knocks and leans against the door frame to wait, tugging out her phone and shooting her a quick text on top. ]
[Daisy rushed home to take a shower before Sara arrived, but she still ended up running behind. Quickly getting dressed, just so she can show off the brand new jeans Sara had paid for, Daisy unlocks the door and pulls it open.]
Hey.
[Her eyes roam over Sara's body before they land back on her face.]
So? What do you think?
[She asks, stepping further into her apartment and doing a slow turn to show off the jeans.]
[ She's been to the Avengers Compound before, but only for a briefing and a cocktail party or two. Helping a bunch of superheroes save the world on occasion has paid off nicely - especially over the past few days.
She gets through security easily enough, ducking into the second floor bathroom to change into her nurse'soutfit before heading towards the living quarters. She's running a few minutes late now, but only because security was nosy enough to rifle through her bag.
By the time she finally reaches his door, it's fifteen minutes after. She hits the buzzer and waits, shifting her oversized nurse's bag to her shoulder. ]
[ Security are nosy and Steve is definitely going to have a word with them about this later. His shower overruns by a few minutes, and then he's honestly a little concerned that she hasn't shown up yet, and calls down to security, who don't answer. With a sigh, Steve assumes he's just uncomfortable because of no good reason, and gets himself dressed up in front of the mirror, full uniform, hat. The whole thing. It's been a while since he wore it, and it feels strangely exciting to be dressing up for sex, like maybe he ought to be pulling up and putting a stop to this, behaving like an adult.
But, well. As he ties his windsor knot and secures his tie in close against his throat, he can't help but think maybe this has something going for it. He's half hard already, and she's not even here.
He opens a bottle of white wine, puts on a very old record, and finally there's a buzzer, and he doesn't have to find a way to distract himself any more.
She's already dressed too. He raises an eyebrow. ]
[ Nosy is right, and if it wasn't already completely obvious why Sara was going to see Steve in the first place, the two security officers who'd gone through her bag now have a pretty clear idea.
She can hear him moving around faintly behind the door, a nervous energy buzzing through her fingertips as she adjust the pins in her hair. Their one night together had been incredible, but she hadn't quite expected to get another go.
Straightening when the door opens, she glances over him in his uniform - the deep color of it that brings out the flecks of green in his eyes, the way it hugs him just right, tightens his posture, the way he moves. Already, there's an ache of desire that shudders through her, and she clears her throat before straightening her own stance. ]
[ There's still an audible buzz of excitement under his words, but he falls into the role like the showman that he is. There's always a hint of the dramatic in him, even in the middle of a fight, and there's no getting around the fact that he slides into it easily. But that buzz of a thrill? There's no ignoring it. She looks spot on, it's almost possible to think he's stepped back through time, particularly with the music playing that he's chosen.
He steps back to allow her in, and his hesitance and caution was all natural. This whole thing was new to him, and he wasn't sure how good he was going to be, playing this game, but he hoped, oh he hoped, that he was everything she wanted. ]
Please feel free to come in, but really there's nothing to worry about. I'm in the peak of good health.
[ She cocks a brow, a playful glint in her eye. It's been a long time since she's quite committed this fully to a role that wasn't simply to complete a mission. And God, it's fun. He's put on all the finishing touches to make it feel real, like she's stepped back into time just as simply as stepping inside his apartment.
She takes a glance around, setting her bag on a nearby table and glancing him over curiously. He really looks handsome as all hell in that uniform, and fleetingly she wonders what it must've been like. Seeing him in his element back then. ]
That'll be for me to decide. [ She steps towards him, bold and calculating, her hands immediately tugging his jacket open. ] I'll need you to undress. I need a good look at you.
[ Ah yes, she's going to get the ma'am treatment, and he's going to jerk back, somewhat ruffled, as she goes and pulls open his jacket, like he's affronted that she'd just out and grab at him like that. ]
I can undress myself, if you don't mind.
[ Of course he wouldn't dream of disobeying a nurse, so he sighs and brings his hands up to start tugging at his tie, deliberately pulling his fingers through the loops slowly to loosen them, then dragging the tongue free and slipping it through his fingers as he undoes it. He'd never do such a thing if he were undressing for a real checkup, but that's hardly what this is, is it? So he can play the tease, holding her gaze as he starts unbuttoning his shirt. ]
[ Ma'am. That one gets the quirk of a smile from her - a quick, fleeting break before she's recovered, features hardening again when he pulls away from her. Sara's dealt with enough nurses in the hospital to know they're not afraid to put hands on a patient when it's necessary. She's sure it was even moreso in wartime.
She folds her arms over her chest though, gaze following him closely as he tugs at his tie. Her eyes flit up to meet his, something electric in his gaze as he unbuttons his shirt. Already, her fingers itch to touch him, to peel off the rest of his clothes and have her way. But that's not the game they're playing here. Not yet. ]
[ And Steve has had a lot of handsy nurses. A few handsy doctors, too, even when he'd been a scrawny five foot if you squinted, though that was more out of them trying to humiliate him out the door and make sure he never came back. Steve had been tougher than that, though. A lifetime of being told he was deformed, malnourished, sickly and a drain on society had fortunately not entirely drained him of courage, otherwise things might have turned out very differently with HYDRA.
In any case, the shirt is unbuttoned, and then Steve is lifting both off his shoulders, and stripping out of the thin cotton tank top he's wearing underneath. It's too many layers for July, to tell the truth, but it's all part of the effect. And she looks pretty warm in that nurse's uniform herself.
He grunts his assent and removes his belt, making sure to do it in the sexiest way he knows how, and handing it out toward her before shoving down his pants. Long underwear still on, and his eyes glinting just a little defiant as he shucks off his uniform shoes and socks, because he knows full well she wants him naked. Still, what's the fun if she doesn't get to unwrap at least a part of her gift? ]
[ That's the thing about Steve Rogers. He's so fucking good. Too good for her, that's for damn sure, but it's not like she's looking to pick out China patterns anyway. For now, they can have fun. He can see whatever he wants to see in her, and she can be what she wants him to be. It's easier that way.
Her gaze drags over him slowly as he starts to peel off all that clothing, revealing the warm muscle underneath, the swell of his pecs, the bulge of his arms, the ripple of his abdomen. Her own dress is definitely trapping heat underneath all that heavy fabric, her cheeks flushed as she takes his belt from him, watches the rest of his outfit get stripped away. Maybe if it weren't so warm, she'd have him leave the uniform on.
But this way's much, much better. At his question, she shoots him a look of faux disinterest, stepping towards him to circle him slowly. Her hands trail along his arm, his back, his side, before she stops in front of him to rest a hand on his stomach, eyeing him curiously. ]
Hardly. This is a full examination, soldier. Not just a spot check. [ She tugs at the elastic of his underwear, letting it snap against his skin. ]
[ To be fair, he really does enjoy her watching him. Things had been more frantic last time, with all clothes being torn off in various directions. This is more methodical, and she's there flushing hot, clearly enjoying the process. And the roleplay. The expression she slips into place doesn't really cover up anything, but it passes, and he stands for inspection with his hands behind his back, wrists crossed, as she circles around him, touches his arm, and stops in front of him again, clearly not quite able to take her hand from his skin.
Which is how he gets the elastic snap surprise to make him jump, hands coming up almost protectively. ]
I'm sure all this isn't necessary, [ he protested, playfully, reaching down to start peeling his underwear down and stepping out of them. His hands spread across himself instead of behind his back this time, one palm crossed over the other, hiding barely anything in the long run, especially at this proximity. ] I-I could step into the light. If that would help?
[ The other night had been a fun, sweaty, desperate encounter. Full of passion and impatient need, but this - this she enjoys just as much. The slow tease, the ability to take in every last inch of him, feel the expanse of skin, the warmth of his muscles. She's willing to bet there aren't all that many that get to see Captain America up close and personal, and Christ does he defy all expectations.
Her lip twitches when he shifts, arms behind his back like a good soldier. She steps back to get a good look at him as he strips all the way down, gaze dragging appreciatively over his bare skin. ]
Stand still. [ There's a word of warning in her voice. Commanding as she circles him again, her hands tugging first one arm behind his back, and then the other. The belt he'd given her slips around his wrists, and she secures it there tightly, even if they're both fully aware it'll never hold him. ]
Some exams you just need to do by feel. [ She murmurs as she circles back around to face him, an impish smile on her lips as she sinks to her knees in front of him. ]
[ Stand still. He can do that. He's already doing that, watching her move around him until she's out of his line of sight, then listening to her footsteps, her breathing. She circles him, and he licks his lips, feeling her hands take hold of his to guide them behind his back. From there, there's the feeling of his leather belt pulling around his wrists, first one way and then the other, then pulled tight until the leather cuts into his skin just slightly. It won't hold him. He could break it if he wanted to. But that's not what the game here is.
What that is becomes more evident as she circles back around and drops down on her knees in front of him. His lips part just slightly, and then he nods his head slowly. ]
Yes ma'am, [ He agreed, softly, clearing his throat just a moment later. ] I'll stay as still as I can.
[ Which was to say he'd stand still in general, but he certainly couldn't help the way his cock was swaying higher just at the sight of her. There were probably a handful of men in the army who wouldn't have been turned on by the sight of her kneeling there, but needless to say that their interests would have had to lie in another gender. There wasn't a straight man alive or dead who hadn't had a fantasy like this about a pretty army nurse. ]
[ Somehow, it's even more thrilling that the belt barely holds him. That he could easily snap the thing into pieces with a flick of his wrist, but he willfully chooses to stay still. To behave, for her.
He gets a smile at that 'yes ma'am', a playful tug at the corner of her lips. ]
You really are a good soldier, aren't you, Captain? [ She asks with feigned innocence, her eyelashes batting up at him before she leans in to press a gentle kiss to the shaft of his cock. ]
[ Well if he's nothing else, he's a good boy, and a good soldier. Steve isn't necessarily the most obedient one in the world. He's typically the first to disobey orders the moment he decides they're willfully stupid or might get someone he loves killed, so yeah, not great in that respect. But structured discipline when he approved of it? He could get behind that. He'd even thoroughly enjoy himself along the way. ]
If you say so, Ma'am. [ Is the correct army-typical answer. He could have tried 'I do my best, Ma'am' instead and accomplished the same results, but it's really as much a nonanswer as anything else. It's not up to him to decide if he is or not, and god only knew praise like that was rhetorical sometimes. Not in this instance, obviously. He was being very good.
Earning him a kiss on his cock, which if anything twitched a little higher right under her nose thereafter. He cleared his throat and twitched his chin up, acting as though he had something else on his mind. ]
How long will this examination take? I was hoping to lay off early tonight.
[ She likes that, though. The rebel in him. His need to do what's right, what's good, to hell with what the rules or the orders dictate.
But right now, he's behaving himself well enough, and she likes that too. He's good at playing the part, good at following his role - and she can't help but enjoy how much he seems to like it. Feigning disinterest when his body's so clearly betraying him, as if this is all standard protocol.
She smiles against his skin, lips brushing gently along the base of his cock. ]
It takes as long as it takes, soldier. You'll just need to be patient. [ Her head dips down to drag her tongue over one of his balls, lips suckling gently on it before moving to the next. ]
[ Oh yes. He's a bit of an overactor when it comes down to it, less subtle, more big gestures, but it's impossible to rein in the sound he makes when she kisses the base of his cock and then dips her head down to lick and suck at his balls. His fingers curl against the belt at his back. He can barely breathe with his efforts to stay still, to resist the desire to pull his hands free and reach for her.
But the game has barely started, and he's not ruining it now. He wants to see where it will lead, anticipation humming just under the surface of his skin. This is already a good place. His eyelashes flutter shut, his cock filling the rest of the way under her efforts. ]
Watch out there, Ma'am. You wouldn't want to put out an eye.
[ He's very good, but she can't help but find it oh-so-satisfying to hear him break. That little groan in the back of his throat when her mouth is on him, the way he stiffens, hardens at the attention she gives him.
She smiles, humming a laugh against his skin. ]
Oh, I'm well aware of how to handle myself, soldier. And you.
[ She quirks a smile, using a hand to tip his length back so she can drag her tongue up the underside of his cock. ]
[ He's pleased to get a laugh out of her, and his eyelids flutter under her caresses, the examination proceeding in a way that has his toes curling just slightly. It's hard to wait, to endure these little touches, but he knows that's very much the entire game. No point in her coming all this way with that outfit in her bag if she isn't going to take full advantage of the role.
Besides, she looks like every serving man's wet dream down there on her knees lapping his cock experimentally. There's no denying it. He's a serving man. He's had these fantasies. He knows, just like she knows what she's doing to him.
He grits his teeth, holding a moan back behind them, trying to at least act like he's trying to restrain himself from reacting. ]
[ He can try to play it cool all he wants. She enjoys it, really, but what she's living for is those little shudders. The small lapses of his resolve, the flex of muscle or hint of a sound caught in his throat.
She can't know just how much this is checking the boxes for him, but she knows he's very well enjoying himself. Keeping her pace even, she laps at him again, letting her tongue drag slowly, languidly over the head of his cock before she dips her head down to suckle at his balls. Her hand wraps around his base, giving him a slow, tantalizing drag up and down his length.
[ It's very hard not to swing his hips forward and chase more sensation. She's keeping everything torturously slow, trying to break his resolve, and he knows it shows. His cock, unlike the rest of him, responds disobediently, shows off how eager he is, precome already beading again even as she dips in to suck his balls all over again. Her hands, when they wrap around him, make his thighs tremble, and Steve curls his fingers tighter into his palms, leaving indents of his nails in bare flesh, quite unable to resist. If he pulls too hard he'll break the leather, but it's taking everything in him to not do that, to only apply the slightest pressure, control his breathing, try and focus on being the good soldier.
Just a medical examination, right? Imagine if this was medical, and not her mouth moving all over his cock for his pleasure. If he'd turned on her, started treating it sexually, he'd have been brought up on charges. So a good little soldier would hold still, now, wouldn't he?
Say something polite. ]
L-lovely weather we've been...we've been having. Isn't it?
[ He really is resilient, isn't he? Composed in the face of just about anything. The good, obedient soldier, following his orders and keeping his cool. She smiles on his skin, enjoying the way his cock twitches and responds to her teasing, anything but composed with her slow, torturous teasing.
Her tongue drags slowly up his length yet again, chasing the bead of precum dripping down his head and catching it with the flat of her tongue. She swirls her tongue around his tip, enjoying the taste of him, the way he quivers with her teasing. ]
Mmmmm. [ It's a hum of a response, lips and tongue still pressed to the head of his cock, letting her voice vibrate along his skin. Her eyes blink up to meet his, faux innocence in her gaze, her fist dragging up and down in a slow, sweet stroke as she gives him a bat of her eyelashes. ]
[ Oh, he's been trying very, very hard to get through this. He has. He's tried his ass off. But there she is, pushing her tongue along the slit, sucking the precome from the tip in the most lascivious way, and his thighs tremble from the effort. He's struggling at this point. She has him perilously close to giving in, and all it would take is...
All it takes is her lips pressing against his dick like a kiss right on the head, and the vibration that rolls all the way up through him. The stroke along his cock is just a bonus, and he's lost this game already. Sure, he's proud of himself for making it so far, but that can't change the fact that he gives up with a whimper, his fingers twitching as he struggles not to break the leather holding him in place. ]
F-fuck... You're terrible. How'm I supposed to... Mmm.
[ God, she loves that tremble in his knees. Loves knowing she can chip away at his resolve like this, with a simple swipe of her tongue. And that whimper. The absolute surrender in it has her grinning like a Cheshire cat, her tongue still lapping gently at the underside of his head as he starts to mutter helplessly under his breath. ]
Language, Captain. [ No, she won't give up so easily. Her lips wrap around his cock and slide against his skin to engulf the tip of him, suckling gently as she drops her jaw to take in more, just a little more. Her hand fists the base of him, squeezes as she dips her head to take more of him in, starts to bob her head to a slow, easy rhythm. ]
[ Oh, she might not be prepared to give up easily, but she isn't the one having the crown jewels polished. He hisses softly, dropping his head back and gasping, his neck arching just a little. His abs pull tight, his hips rocking forward only slightly, clenching his buttocks, everything he can do just to resist the instinct he has to snap the tie holding his hands in place, because it's all he wants. He wants to put his hands on her, push his fingers deep into her hair and rock into that sweet heat, but he's too much of a gentleman to do that at the best of times, and he isn't about to start now.
It's overwhelming, though. She knows just what to do to have his toes curling into the carpet and his breath coming in sharp gasps, and while he's restrained enough that he can endure plenty of this, he's really not sure he won't come prematurely at this point just because, after all that play, it feels so much more overwhelming as a result. ]
[ He's plenty welcome to take his revenge on her next chance he gets. But right now, Sara's going to quite literally milk this for all it's worth. She can't get enough of those sounds he makes, the little twitches of pleasure, the way his muscles flex.
The little rock of his hips presses his cock just that little bit further her mouth, her jaw dropping to accept more of him, her fist starting to pump slowly, slowly to an easy rhythm. He gets a low hum of approval as he fills her mouth, gaze flitting up to watch him, memorize the look on his face, the strain as he attempts to hold himself together.
She wants him to let go. Wants him to lose himself in this, so she starts to pick up the pace. Head bobbing up and down on his cock, lips making soft suckling noises against his skin. She moans again, not just for the pleasure of the vibrations it gives him, but because she likes it. Likes tasting him. Likes the way he pulses and throbs against her tongue. ]
[ Steve might be trying his best to get through this with some kind of integrity intact, but there isn't a man alive who could resist her like this, on her knees with her soft warm mouth wrapped around his cock, her eyes on him to see how he reacts to the vibration that rolls through him as she hums. He's already given way, cracked under the pressure, but those cracks spiderweb out until he's infinitely more breathless.
The fact that he can stand, and that he doesn't thrust into her mouth, the fact that he doesn't break the tie holding his hands behind his back, those are the gestures of control that keep him from dissolving into animal need, but he gives everything except that. He gives into his own moans, trying to desperately keep his eyes on her as she takes him to pieces. He surrenders to the inevitability that he can't hold out forever, and it shows in rippling movements that go through his body, from the arches of his feet all the way up the back of his thighs, his ass, his abs, his chest, his throat, finally expelling in a moan, followed by a gasp that sends it ricocheting through him all over again.
She moans around his cock, and he simply can't hold it in any longer, a wounded whimper and then a low groan as pleasure pulls through him and he comes, spills himself over that wicked tongue. It's sinful and it's gorgeous, and his pupils are blown, eyes lidded, but he's still trying to do his best to keep watching, while simultaneously trying to avoid simply falling on his ass as orgasm feels as though it turns his legs to jello. ]
[ If it's integrity that's stopping him, Sara doesn't much care. All she wants is to feel him let go. Let his control slip just a little, let him stop worrying about the man he's supposed to be and the image he's supposed to project. Despite the game they play, all she wants is him. Raw and real and unburdened.
She sees the cracks in him. Can feel his control slipping away, and even if he doesn't give it all up completely, even if he still clings stubbornly to it, it's enough. It's in the spasm of his muscles, the tension that rolls in waves through his whole body, that sweet whimper of surrender before finally, she can taste it.
Hot and salty on her tongue, her jaw dropping to accept his release, gaze flitting up to meet his as she feels him spill down her lips, her chin. Her head continues to bob gently through his release, tongue and lips riding him through the pleasure until she's sure he's entirely spent. She pulls back just enough to show him the mess he's made, lick her lips and swallow before giving him a smile. ]
[ She absolutely kills him with the way she pulls back like that. It's slow, and she makes sure he sees, makes sure his gaze is clear enough to see his come filling her mouth between those soft pink lips, before she licks them and swallows his offering down deliberately. If the orgasm hadn't made his knees weak, watching her do that sure as shit does. He wants to just topple over, and he breaks out in a fresh sweat from the effort of keeping his feet behind him and his hands in the tie behind his back.
It takes him a few seconds before he can actually form words. Feeling breathless and tentative, his voice cracking. He's spent, but he's somehow still upright, and that's as much a feat of strength as wrestling Hulks or picking up Thor's hammer. ]
I... I hope everything's in order, Ma'am?
[ See? He can keep playing the game. It would be too much of a shame to let it go so easily, when all it takes it a little effort on his behalf to keep the ruse going. ]
[ She takes her slow, steady time, and God he does seem to relish in it. The way the clear blue of his eyes darkens, glazes over with the bliss of his release, his long eyelashes batting away the haze. She waits patiently until he's got his wits about him before she swallows - wants him to enjoy the memory of it clearly, the thick stickiness of him lingering heavy on her lips.
She sits back on her haunches when she's done, licking her lips, the mess of him still sharp on her tongue. It's a wonder he's still upright, still somehow playing the part. Fuck, it's hot. How steadfast, stubbornly dutiful he is.
She quirks a smile, pushing herself to her feet. ] So far. Don't think I'm anywhere near done with you yet, soldier.
[ He's spent, wrecked, but still up on his feet, and the smouldering glance he gives her, just a glance before he corrects himself and straightens up to look over her shoulder, is nothing but hunger. It's the way she licks her lips which really makes him want to melt, maybe pull her into his arms and mash their mouths together passionately so he can taste himself on her tongue.
It's an exercise in self control that he doesn't do that. That the most he does, in fact, is raise his eyebrows and pull his heels a little closer together so he's a little more upright and prepared for whatever she asks for him to do next. ]
Of course.
[ He clears his throat. ]
I'm sorry, I've been quite impolite, can I get you something to drink? Coffee? Water?
[ If she ever needed a reminder that he's a goddamn super-soldier, there it is. The steadiness in him, the stubborn refusal to give up the game. She can't help the twitch of her lips when he meets her gaze - that split second of a smoulder that betrays his desire.
She watches him a moment, licking her lips and letting her eyes graze over his bare form again. ]
Something stronger for me, I think. Water for you. You seem a little parched, soldier.
[ His expression stays very calm, steady, but the quirk of her lips draws the slightest flicker in the corner of his own. It's not that he doesn't know how to kkep up the act, it's just that his deviousness pulls at the edges too, small nods to each other that they're both very good at playing this game, and each has noticed.
So as he steps away, he lifts his hand to rub at the back of his own neck, mopping away some of the dewey sweat from the first round with his wrist and hand. ]
I am. I wasn't aware of how hot it was going to be today. Should keep a closer eye on my liquid intake.
[ He pours himself a glass of water first, and sips it as he fetches a crystal glass down from an overhanging glass shelf over the breakfast bar. There's a decanter of dark bourbon on the end of the counter, though to be fair Steve rarely drinks it anymore, and it's there mostly so Tony has something to keep his hands busy when he visits. ]
[ It’s so subtle, the little signals he gives her. A gleam in his eye, a twitch of his lip. She likes that she can read it in him now - that they can share that much, the silent language of the game they play. ]
You really should stay hydrated. I have a feeling the night’s only going to get hotter.
[ She smirks, following him around to the kitchen counter and picking a spot to hop up onto the edge of it, light and easy. ]
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[ Sara's parked out in front of Daisy's place in under 25 minutes, motorcycle keys tucked into her leather jacket as she makes her way up to her apartment.
She's not even sure if she's home yet, but she gives the door a few knocks and leans against the door frame to wait, tugging out her phone and shooting her a quick text on top. ]
you decent yet?
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Hey.
[Her eyes roam over Sara's body before they land back on her face.]
So? What do you think?
[She asks, stepping further into her apartment and doing a slow turn to show off the jeans.]
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Money well spent.
[ She grins, following her inside. ]
Though I think I might've liked the cutoffs better.
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[Daisy reaches for Sara's hand to pull her further into her apartment.]
I love that leather jacket on you.
[She's said it before, and she'll keep saying it because it's true.]
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She gets through security easily enough, ducking into the second floor bathroom to change into her nurse's outfit before heading towards the living quarters. She's running a few minutes late now, but only because security was nosy enough to rifle through her bag.
By the time she finally reaches his door, it's fifteen minutes after. She hits the buzzer and waits, shifting her oversized nurse's bag to her shoulder. ]
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But, well. As he ties his windsor knot and secures his tie in close against his throat, he can't help but think maybe this has something going for it. He's half hard already, and she's not even here.
He opens a bottle of white wine, puts on a very old record, and finally there's a buzzer, and he doesn't have to find a way to distract himself any more.
She's already dressed too. He raises an eyebrow. ]
Is this a house call?
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She can hear him moving around faintly behind the door, a nervous energy buzzing through her fingertips as she adjust the pins in her hair. Their one night together had been incredible, but she hadn't quite expected to get another go.
Straightening when the door opens, she glances over him in his uniform - the deep color of it that brings out the flecks of green in his eyes, the way it hugs him just right, tightens his posture, the way he moves. Already, there's an ache of desire that shudders through her, and she clears her throat before straightening her own stance. ]
You're overdue for an exam, Captain.
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[ There's still an audible buzz of excitement under his words, but he falls into the role like the showman that he is. There's always a hint of the dramatic in him, even in the middle of a fight, and there's no getting around the fact that he slides into it easily. But that buzz of a thrill? There's no ignoring it. She looks spot on, it's almost possible to think he's stepped back through time, particularly with the music playing that he's chosen.
He steps back to allow her in, and his hesitance and caution was all natural. This whole thing was new to him, and he wasn't sure how good he was going to be, playing this game, but he hoped, oh he hoped, that he was everything she wanted. ]
Please feel free to come in, but really there's nothing to worry about. I'm in the peak of good health.
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[ She cocks a brow, a playful glint in her eye. It's been a long time since she's quite committed this fully to a role that wasn't simply to complete a mission. And God, it's fun. He's put on all the finishing touches to make it feel real, like she's stepped back into time just as simply as stepping inside his apartment.
She takes a glance around, setting her bag on a nearby table and glancing him over curiously. He really looks handsome as all hell in that uniform, and fleetingly she wonders what it must've been like. Seeing him in his element back then. ]
That'll be for me to decide. [ She steps towards him, bold and calculating, her hands immediately tugging his jacket open. ] I'll need you to undress. I need a good look at you.
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[ Ah yes, she's going to get the ma'am treatment, and he's going to jerk back, somewhat ruffled, as she goes and pulls open his jacket, like he's affronted that she'd just out and grab at him like that. ]
I can undress myself, if you don't mind.
[ Of course he wouldn't dream of disobeying a nurse, so he sighs and brings his hands up to start tugging at his tie, deliberately pulling his fingers through the loops slowly to loosen them, then dragging the tongue free and slipping it through his fingers as he undoes it. He'd never do such a thing if he were undressing for a real checkup, but that's hardly what this is, is it? So he can play the tease, holding her gaze as he starts unbuttoning his shirt. ]
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She folds her arms over her chest though, gaze following him closely as he tugs at his tie. Her eyes flit up to meet his, something electric in his gaze as he unbuttons his shirt. Already, her fingers itch to touch him, to peel off the rest of his clothes and have her way. But that's not the game they're playing here. Not yet. ]
Pants too. [ She murmurs, nodding at his belt. ]
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In any case, the shirt is unbuttoned, and then Steve is lifting both off his shoulders, and stripping out of the thin cotton tank top he's wearing underneath. It's too many layers for July, to tell the truth, but it's all part of the effect. And she looks pretty warm in that nurse's uniform herself.
He grunts his assent and removes his belt, making sure to do it in the sexiest way he knows how, and handing it out toward her before shoving down his pants. Long underwear still on, and his eyes glinting just a little defiant as he shucks off his uniform shoes and socks, because he knows full well she wants him naked. Still, what's the fun if she doesn't get to unwrap at least a part of her gift? ]
Satisfied?
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Her gaze drags over him slowly as he starts to peel off all that clothing, revealing the warm muscle underneath, the swell of his pecs, the bulge of his arms, the ripple of his abdomen. Her own dress is definitely trapping heat underneath all that heavy fabric, her cheeks flushed as she takes his belt from him, watches the rest of his outfit get stripped away. Maybe if it weren't so warm, she'd have him leave the uniform on.
But this way's much, much better. At his question, she shoots him a look of faux disinterest, stepping towards him to circle him slowly. Her hands trail along his arm, his back, his side, before she stops in front of him to rest a hand on his stomach, eyeing him curiously. ]
Hardly. This is a full examination, soldier. Not just a spot check. [ She tugs at the elastic of his underwear, letting it snap against his skin. ]
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Which is how he gets the elastic snap surprise to make him jump, hands coming up almost protectively. ]
I'm sure all this isn't necessary, [ he protested, playfully, reaching down to start peeling his underwear down and stepping out of them. His hands spread across himself instead of behind his back this time, one palm crossed over the other, hiding barely anything in the long run, especially at this proximity. ] I-I could step into the light. If that would help?
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Her lip twitches when he shifts, arms behind his back like a good soldier. She steps back to get a good look at him as he strips all the way down, gaze dragging appreciatively over his bare skin. ]
Stand still. [ There's a word of warning in her voice. Commanding as she circles him again, her hands tugging first one arm behind his back, and then the other. The belt he'd given her slips around his wrists, and she secures it there tightly, even if they're both fully aware it'll never hold him. ]
Some exams you just need to do by feel. [ She murmurs as she circles back around to face him, an impish smile on her lips as she sinks to her knees in front of him. ]
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What that is becomes more evident as she circles back around and drops down on her knees in front of him. His lips part just slightly, and then he nods his head slowly. ]
Yes ma'am, [ He agreed, softly, clearing his throat just a moment later. ] I'll stay as still as I can.
[ Which was to say he'd stand still in general, but he certainly couldn't help the way his cock was swaying higher just at the sight of her. There were probably a handful of men in the army who wouldn't have been turned on by the sight of her kneeling there, but needless to say that their interests would have had to lie in another gender. There wasn't a straight man alive or dead who hadn't had a fantasy like this about a pretty army nurse. ]
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He gets a smile at that 'yes ma'am', a playful tug at the corner of her lips. ]
You really are a good soldier, aren't you, Captain? [ She asks with feigned innocence, her eyelashes batting up at him before she leans in to press a gentle kiss to the shaft of his cock. ]
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If you say so, Ma'am. [ Is the correct army-typical answer. He could have tried 'I do my best, Ma'am' instead and accomplished the same results, but it's really as much a nonanswer as anything else. It's not up to him to decide if he is or not, and god only knew praise like that was rhetorical sometimes. Not in this instance, obviously. He was being very good.
Earning him a kiss on his cock, which if anything twitched a little higher right under her nose thereafter. He cleared his throat and twitched his chin up, acting as though he had something else on his mind. ]
How long will this examination take? I was hoping to lay off early tonight.
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But right now, he's behaving himself well enough, and she likes that too. He's good at playing the part, good at following his role - and she can't help but enjoy how much he seems to like it. Feigning disinterest when his body's so clearly betraying him, as if this is all standard protocol.
She smiles against his skin, lips brushing gently along the base of his cock. ]
It takes as long as it takes, soldier. You'll just need to be patient. [ Her head dips down to drag her tongue over one of his balls, lips suckling gently on it before moving to the next. ]
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But the game has barely started, and he's not ruining it now. He wants to see where it will lead, anticipation humming just under the surface of his skin. This is already a good place. His eyelashes flutter shut, his cock filling the rest of the way under her efforts. ]
Watch out there, Ma'am. You wouldn't want to put out an eye.
[ Yes, he's awful. So what? ]
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She smiles, humming a laugh against his skin. ]
Oh, I'm well aware of how to handle myself, soldier. And you.
[ She quirks a smile, using a hand to tip his length back so she can drag her tongue up the underside of his cock. ]
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Besides, she looks like every serving man's wet dream down there on her knees lapping his cock experimentally. There's no denying it. He's a serving man. He's had these fantasies. He knows, just like she knows what she's doing to him.
He grits his teeth, holding a moan back behind them, trying to at least act like he's trying to restrain himself from reacting. ]
Yes mmm... Yes, of course.
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She can't know just how much this is checking the boxes for him, but she knows he's very well enjoying himself. Keeping her pace even, she laps at him again, letting her tongue drag slowly, languidly over the head of his cock before she dips her head down to suckle at his balls. Her hand wraps around his base, giving him a slow, tantalizing drag up and down his length.
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Just a medical examination, right? Imagine if this was medical, and not her mouth moving all over his cock for his pleasure. If he'd turned on her, started treating it sexually, he'd have been brought up on charges. So a good little soldier would hold still, now, wouldn't he?
Say something polite. ]
L-lovely weather we've been...we've been having. Isn't it?
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Her tongue drags slowly up his length yet again, chasing the bead of precum dripping down his head and catching it with the flat of her tongue. She swirls her tongue around his tip, enjoying the taste of him, the way he quivers with her teasing. ]
Mmmmm. [ It's a hum of a response, lips and tongue still pressed to the head of his cock, letting her voice vibrate along his skin. Her eyes blink up to meet his, faux innocence in her gaze, her fist dragging up and down in a slow, sweet stroke as she gives him a bat of her eyelashes. ]
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All it takes is her lips pressing against his dick like a kiss right on the head, and the vibration that rolls all the way up through him. The stroke along his cock is just a bonus, and he's lost this game already. Sure, he's proud of himself for making it so far, but that can't change the fact that he gives up with a whimper, his fingers twitching as he struggles not to break the leather holding him in place. ]
F-fuck... You're terrible. How'm I supposed to... Mmm.
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Language, Captain. [ No, she won't give up so easily. Her lips wrap around his cock and slide against his skin to engulf the tip of him, suckling gently as she drops her jaw to take in more, just a little more. Her hand fists the base of him, squeezes as she dips her head to take more of him in, starts to bob her head to a slow, easy rhythm. ]
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It's overwhelming, though. She knows just what to do to have his toes curling into the carpet and his breath coming in sharp gasps, and while he's restrained enough that he can endure plenty of this, he's really not sure he won't come prematurely at this point just because, after all that play, it feels so much more overwhelming as a result. ]
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The little rock of his hips presses his cock just that little bit further her mouth, her jaw dropping to accept more of him, her fist starting to pump slowly, slowly to an easy rhythm. He gets a low hum of approval as he fills her mouth, gaze flitting up to watch him, memorize the look on his face, the strain as he attempts to hold himself together.
She wants him to let go. Wants him to lose himself in this, so she starts to pick up the pace. Head bobbing up and down on his cock, lips making soft suckling noises against his skin. She moans again, not just for the pleasure of the vibrations it gives him, but because she likes it. Likes tasting him. Likes the way he pulses and throbs against her tongue. ]
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The fact that he can stand, and that he doesn't thrust into her mouth, the fact that he doesn't break the tie holding his hands behind his back, those are the gestures of control that keep him from dissolving into animal need, but he gives everything except that. He gives into his own moans, trying to desperately keep his eyes on her as she takes him to pieces. He surrenders to the inevitability that he can't hold out forever, and it shows in rippling movements that go through his body, from the arches of his feet all the way up the back of his thighs, his ass, his abs, his chest, his throat, finally expelling in a moan, followed by a gasp that sends it ricocheting through him all over again.
She moans around his cock, and he simply can't hold it in any longer, a wounded whimper and then a low groan as pleasure pulls through him and he comes, spills himself over that wicked tongue. It's sinful and it's gorgeous, and his pupils are blown, eyes lidded, but he's still trying to do his best to keep watching, while simultaneously trying to avoid simply falling on his ass as orgasm feels as though it turns his legs to jello. ]
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She sees the cracks in him. Can feel his control slipping away, and even if he doesn't give it all up completely, even if he still clings stubbornly to it, it's enough. It's in the spasm of his muscles, the tension that rolls in waves through his whole body, that sweet whimper of surrender before finally, she can taste it.
Hot and salty on her tongue, her jaw dropping to accept his release, gaze flitting up to meet his as she feels him spill down her lips, her chin. Her head continues to bob gently through his release, tongue and lips riding him through the pleasure until she's sure he's entirely spent. She pulls back just enough to show him the mess he's made, lick her lips and swallow before giving him a smile. ]
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It takes him a few seconds before he can actually form words. Feeling breathless and tentative, his voice cracking. He's spent, but he's somehow still upright, and that's as much a feat of strength as wrestling Hulks or picking up Thor's hammer. ]
I... I hope everything's in order, Ma'am?
[ See? He can keep playing the game. It would be too much of a shame to let it go so easily, when all it takes it a little effort on his behalf to keep the ruse going. ]
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She sits back on her haunches when she's done, licking her lips, the mess of him still sharp on her tongue. It's a wonder he's still upright, still somehow playing the part. Fuck, it's hot. How steadfast, stubbornly dutiful he is.
She quirks a smile, pushing herself to her feet. ] So far. Don't think I'm anywhere near done with you yet, soldier.
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It's an exercise in self control that he doesn't do that. That the most he does, in fact, is raise his eyebrows and pull his heels a little closer together so he's a little more upright and prepared for whatever she asks for him to do next. ]
Of course.
[ He clears his throat. ]
I'm sorry, I've been quite impolite, can I get you something to drink? Coffee? Water?
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She watches him a moment, licking her lips and letting her eyes graze over his bare form again. ]
Something stronger for me, I think. Water for you. You seem a little parched, soldier.
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So as he steps away, he lifts his hand to rub at the back of his own neck, mopping away some of the dewey sweat from the first round with his wrist and hand. ]
I am. I wasn't aware of how hot it was going to be today. Should keep a closer eye on my liquid intake.
[ He pours himself a glass of water first, and sips it as he fetches a crystal glass down from an overhanging glass shelf over the breakfast bar. There's a decanter of dark bourbon on the end of the counter, though to be fair Steve rarely drinks it anymore, and it's there mostly so Tony has something to keep his hands busy when he visits. ]
On the rocks, ma'am?
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You really should stay hydrated. I have a feeling the night’s only going to get hotter.
[ She smirks, following him around to the kitchen counter and picking a spot to hop up onto the edge of it, light and easy. ]
Neat.