16

Steve had left Wren in bed from where he'd had to unload the frustrations that had been building within him from the last few days. Her stamina had improved that he had to applaud her for it. She always took him well, never once complained about the aches or marks that she was left with afterwards. Still, he'd let her sleep it off and as he checked in the bedroom on his return, she was still, hair falling over her face obscuring it from his view.

He found watching her sleep calming to him. It allowed him to think as well as admire her at the same time. It was the little things, from how she slept to his eyes falling on every curve and dip in her body. He knew it as well as map, certain areas that would make her scream and others that he could tease until she came undone.

The more Steve thought about it, the more she knew him as well as he knew her. He'd noticed she would overlook his temper, try to rectify any kind of bad mood by offering him a drink or just something to ease him. She was a considerate woman, accepting him for who he was even if he did believe she was trying to change him in some ways. He'd never change in terms of mood or temper. Nor would he change the way he did things, however there could just be the possibility that he could feel something for her as well as being the man he was at the same time.

He did feel something...

Who the fuck was he kidding? It had to be love. Wren Reed was the only woman who would take him for who he was. Instead of being a distraction? She was his motivation...

"I didn't hear you come back?" She'd now opened her eyes and looked sleepily at him. "Come back to bed Captain..."

Steve smirked at her from where he'd sat himself in the chair in the corner. "Is that an order?"

"I'm not allowed to make those, remember? You're in charge." She grinned as he got up and crawled over her, leaning down while her arms snaked themselves around his neck and kissing her.

A satisfied 'Mmmm' hummed through her, and she gently nibbled his lip. His mouth then dipped down to her chest, teasing its way down, down before...

Buzz... Buzz...

His damn cell phone was ringing.

"For fuck sake..." He muttered and pushed himself off the bed, checking the caller ID.

Bucky.

Of all the times his friend had the opportunity to cock block, it had to be now? "I need to take this sweetheart." He told her as she sat up, wrapping the sheets around her.

"Go on." Wren nodded and watched him answer the call while he left the room.

Once he was gone she sighed. There had been a meeting with the Strike team, which was where he'd gone to after a morning of having him drag orgasm after orgasm from her. The long lasting effect still hadn't really worn off, and her whole body ached and felt weak. Thankfully Steve always allowed her time to recover, whereas he was perfectly fine.

Whilst he was gone though? She'd snuck down to the garage where the same mechanic she'd been speaking with a few days earlier was finishing Steve's bike. "What's your name Agent?" She asked.

"Anders, Miss Reed." He said as she kept it in mind.

"Well Anders I came to apologise for how the Captain reacted the other day, as you may have guessed he was in a very bad mood."

Anders shrugged. "He's the Captain, just gotta accept whatever fate we have."

"You couldn't be more right." Wren nodded innocently. "Can I check to see whether all these parts are the right ones on my list? I never got to finish the other day."

"Go right ahead." He nodded

"Thank you."

Wren pretended to look and cross reference what she had, seeing the target in sight. Anders bag. He was too busy with the engine to notice her slip the burner phone she had been using into the bag. Only SHIELD information was on it, which was what made it so easy. Wren didn't want to pin the blame, but now? This was a game that she had to play, she had no choice. All the evidence of calls were in the phone, just as the numbers were. No text messages were ever exchanged. She'd simply have to communicate with Fury through her personal phone and away from HQ from now on..

"It all looks good to me." She smiled and made for the elevator back up to the apartment, Steve would be back soon and she needed to act as though she'd not moved from the bed since he'd left her. "Have a nice day..." Wren left him with innocent parting words, an evil smirk forming to herself once the doors of the elevator closed.

Unfortunately for Anders he would not be having a nice day – not when someone was about to make an anonymous alert that they'd overheard him speaking to a 'Nick Fury'.

It was a shame. But an eye for an eye. The way Wren saw it, it was one less Hydra operative to deal with.

**

"Now where were we?" Steve asked, coming back in after a while and shaking the thoughts from her.

"You need to work. I don't want to distract you." Wren smirked.

He looked at her. "Y'know what? I take that back, you're motivation."

His words surprised her. "But you said..."

"Wren...I said a lot of things." He told her as he undressed again and got into bed, pulling her onto him. "Some of which I've had to rethink..."

She looked down at him. "Such as?"

"Whether I could still be myself, but at the same time accept that there is a woman who has taken me for who I am and what I do – and yet still somehow wants to be here."

Her fingers trailed over his chest gently. "You are a different person in private, surely you realise that now? Nothing will change. I don't want to change you Steve, perhaps once I thought that I could – but then I realised I didn't want to. I want you for you."

And there it was.

The confirmation that she was in love with the enemy.

Steve didn't let her say anymore, flipping her so she was under him, the tip of him gently teasing up and down her folds before slowly sliding into her. It was always music to his ears whenever she let out the same gasp as she welcomed him inside. Almost as though she'd forgotten just what he felt like. Already her walls were pulsating around him as he picked up the pace, legs anchored around his waist.

"You're always so fucking tight." He told her in between breaths.

She was killing him. Already clenching around him.

"Right there..." Wren moaned as he hit the spot that she loved, her hands tugging at his hair and back arching more to make him move deeper.

Over and over...

"Beg." Steve commanded, easing off to deny her any potential orgasm building. Of course it worked, she whimpered her disappointment. "Beg for me." He had to hear her plead for more.

"Please Captain..."

Steve brought his mouth down to her chest, scraping his teeth across her skin, taking one nipple between them and nibbling lightly. "Please what, sweetheart?" She couldn't even speak as he harshly moved into her one more. "I can't hear yoooou." He purred in soft baritone, enjoying every moment of inflicting torment.

"Make me yours, let me come..."

"Only if you're a good girl." His lips slammed onto her own to silence her, tongue exploring hers as he spoke against her mouth. "You are mine sweetheart; don't you forget that. Who do you belong to?" His body grinding against her own.

"You." She panted, head spinning as the coil inside of her rose and tightened in a blissful haze of passion.

"That's right baby...and you're not gonna forget that anytime soon are you?"

She shook her head and whimpered a "No...god you're so deep." as she could feel him all the way inside of him just from touching her abdomen, full of him and soon full of everything he'd give her.

Steve felt her nails digging into his back, making him more fired up. Lifting her chin up gently so as he could look into her eyes, his own locked with hers.

"Look at me sweetheart. Look at me when you come." Giving the order as she lost herself in him, coming aggressively on him much to his satisfaction while he finished soon after.

"I think we can get one more out of you, little bird..." Steve told her, knowing that she had more in her.

"Steve, please..."

And there she went, begging him all over again while he left teeth marks on her shoulders and collarbone area, compensating for the burning aftermath of the sensation that her nails left down his back, Steve knowing that some had even made him bleed.

"As you wish." He smirked, lying her down and hovering over her, kissing her deeper – wanting to take every breath she had and consume it with his own.

Wren finally caught her breath as he took his mouth from her and looked up at him, her head still in a spin as she came down from her high. "And this is the part where you tell me you have to get back to work." It was the norm. 

"I'm not going anywhere for the moment sweetheart, even I need a rest at times." He replied and lay beside her, pulling her into him.

Wren rested her head on his chest, one hand delicately placing itself over the area where she could feel his heart beating away underneath. He was still human; he was still someone despite the reputation that he had. "I want to stay like this all day." She told him, feeling the wave of tiredness now hit. "I don't think I can move after what you've done to me."

The rumble ran through his chest as he chuckled. "That's the whole point sweetheart," His free hand manipulated the lock of her hair in between his fingers. "And you're gonna be staying in this bed a lot more."

She lifted her head up slightly to look at him. "Steve?"

"I've made up my mind, I want you to stay."

He didn't care anymore. He had to have her every night and wake up to her every morning.

"For how long?"

"For however long we've got."