Recaptured

AN: Safe sex is good sex. However, I want this story to fit Captain America's current canon.

The Winter-Soldier was still alive, Bucky rather, was still alive and Sharon thought Steve had never looked more overjoyed when he repeated this statement. However when Steve lifted Sharon up into his arms, she had felt like a love-struck teenager, the air whipping around her as he spun her in a carefree circle. “He’s alive!” He had declared again with joy; he was also remembering his youth as he lifted the woman beside him up. She had tried to stay in the present, tried to stay serious but the pure look of bliss on his handsome face charmed her and she laughed along with him.

Neither of them had much reason for merriment these days.

As Steve lowered her so gracefully to his chest, their lips brushed together and it was rapture. Their kiss was warm and intimate; Sharon recalled her first boyfriend while Steve revived the memory of his own. This couldn’t continue so the agent pushed back her partner as she broke the kiss; he tasted peppermint lipgloss in the aftermath, lingering on his own skin now. “Are you drunk?” She questioned. In the present they were no longer together, not in the way they used to be. Steve was supposed to be agonizing over his friend becoming a killer and she was supposed to still be aching over her friend being his victim.

“No, I don’t get drunk. I can’t…I’m just happy.” Steve had voiced, either not hearing the sarcasm under her tone or just ignoring it. Either was an equally good choice if they didn’t want to argue and she stepped back to look at him. “I thought you never had a doubt that he was alive.” She reminded him, trying one more time to push him just a little bit more because he always pretended to be so damned positive. He wasn’t really; he was fatalistic and often brooding in a way no one saw under his blinding patriotism.

“Guess there’s just a difference between hoping and knowing.” Steve had said, continuing down the street just a few steps with his arms open wide. Today was a good day for him, a day that must have seemed like a dream after all of those nightmares in this new age and his elation was hard not to feel. Under the dim light of the streetlights, Sharon realized she wanted to share this with him. She wanted to feel his joy as deeply as she often did his hurt. She slowly ran a hand up her neck, combing her fingers through her hair so that it flickered in the surrounding light. She knew he liked her hair so it was in her favor that it wasn’t pulled back in her usual ponytail tonight.

His eyes sparkled even more when he saw her inviting motions but, to be sure he understood, she added a suggestion. “So are you going to kiss me again?” She asked; her tone hard and low. Steve moved closer when he heard her bold statement and pulled her to him, one arm around her slender waist. “I was considering it.” He whispered before his lips touched hers. She was more passionate this time, more insistent and he enjoyed that. Her tongue slid into his mouth and he could taste the beer on her breath; more memories of long ego.

They parted for only long enough for her to put in a short and unbelievable protest, Steve didn’t believe she could mean it with that smile. “This doesn’t mean anything.” She justified, mostly to herself, so whatever she felt in the morning wouldn’t linger with her any longer than his cologne did. She wouldn’t have to hold on to affections if they hurt because she had already separated them from real life. His hand was sliding down her waist, distracting her again as he answered. “Everything means something.” He said and she couldn’t tell if he was teasing her usual disregard or just being overly optimistic about their relationship.

His hand had found its way to her denim clad backside and she grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down for another kiss. Forget about meaning, they would deal with those complications later, for now simple joy was enough. When Steve pulled her closer she was lifted to the very tips of her toes and she couldn’t help but notice how warm the night was beginning to feel. He bit her lower lip sharply and then pulled away, taking her hand tenderly in his own as he did. That was how they walked back to the hotel, like a pair of love-struck fools. Sharon normally felt a whole range of emotions whenever he did that but tonight she felt only excitement.

Steve let go of her hand to open the door for her, following her into the building and then up the stairs towards their rooms’ numbers. One thing about being a gentleman that he found unfortunately sleazy was following behind women on stairs. Sharon had to be aware that her backside was just at level with his sight if he cared to look forward, because she was swaying her hips just a bit, but he still felt it was a sordid secret shared between men. He tried not to watch with too evident enjoyment because of that. When they reached the top of the stairs, however, her hand found his again and she slid her key into his palm before walking down the hall.

She slid into her room and flicked on the light with a hand. She walked to the small coat closet and hung up her clothing inside of it on the wooden hotel hangers. For the second time that night she changed into something entirely different; a smooth satin slip she had picked up at a lingerie store in some color with a stupid name like ‘Bridal Blush’. She had stockings and a garter tucked into her luggage and she sat down on the bed to ornament her legs with them, fastening the darker tops of the hose to the garter. She didn’t like stockings; Steve liked stockings and as she worked the hooks on the garters she had trouble lying even to herself that she had brought them for any other reason.

Sharon had barely finished brushing her hair when she heard the telltale sound of the door’s heavy lock being undone with an aged key. She discarded the hairbrush to the bedside table and came to stand beside the door, greeting Steve with a warm kiss as he closed it behind them. He snapped the lock shut with one hand and used the other to brush her soft warm hair up into his face; it smelled clean and vaguely like oranges. She was so real and unsullied, he thought, there didn’t seem to be any pretense in her actions. It felt so wrong yet so perfectly right to have to sneak into her room to be so close and he hugged her to him.

“I have to put this up.” He whispered, embarrassed to break the intimacy with their work. He raised his occupied right hand to show his uniform to her, bashful. Of course he had brought it with him, but still she laughed, back stepping to allow him to do as he intended. “Always prepared, huh, Steve?” She joked as he hung it up between her SHIELD uniform and her coat. They looked good beside each other like that, he mused as he ran a hand over the black material of her costume. Closing the door, he turned around slowly. His expression told her he had something important to say even before he began. “Well, actually, about that…” He started, looking at her intently.

“Don’t worry about it, we don’t need one.” She stopped him before he could explain further, licking recently crimson painted lips. The lipstick was bitter and pungent but she had a feeling the look was what caught Steve’s fancy, not the taste. He seemed to react as she had figured, smiling at her in thanks, possibly pleased not to have anything separating their closeness. He came closer then and lifted her up onto the bed, quickly moving on top of her. Without another word his hand slid down her side slowly, till he came to the end of her slip’s thigh length skirt. His fingers slid up under it and she smirked at the surprise on his face when they brushed against the small metal clasps of her garter.

He pulled back to the foot of the bed and she noted that he hadn’t changed his clothing from their outing but to lose his jacket. It seemed funny that men hardly ever did, maybe that was why it was exciting to him? Blue eyes slowly met her own set and he spoke softly, obviously affected by her appearance. “Did you do this just for me?” He asked. He couldn’t help but feel fervid, the girl looking up at him was most definitely in the future but the slick red nails that were reaching for him brought back the past. Her features would always remind him of long romantic fear-filled nights in Paris but now, smirking boldly, she was gun powder and passionate sex in dim New York apartments. “Do you think I do this for all the men I go to bed with?” She retorted.

“I hope not.” Steve responded in an un-offended, though more dominate tone, when she crawled forward on her knees. She swayed slightly against the weak mattress on the bed and then pressing a kiss to his neck when she was close enough. His fingers were back against the hem of her skirt and he lifted it slowly so that the cool air was teasing against her skin. His constantly bright eyes showed his enjoyment as her under-things were revealed to him. It was odd to believe that Captain America had the biggest fetish for lingerie of any man Sharon had ever known but still, somehow, perfectly reasonable. Her matching smooth lavender garter and panties seemed to have surpassed his expectation of her usual sporty style and he caressed her backside, snapping the white elastic strap of her garter.

Sharon yelped at the sharp snap of the band against her skin and let a hand fall back to rub away the sting, shiny red and white nails massaging her own skin so deliberately. Steve smiled at the imagery; he thought she looked particularly cute, pouting her lips at him as she was now and soothing the smart pink line left from the elastic. The age difference between them was rather outstanding, though normally neither of them noticed, but for that moment, she gave off the image of the little girl he should have thought of her as. Her teeth scratched at her full lower lip when she noted his gaze and she spoke lowly, eyes darkening with enjoyment when she saw his interest. “Maybe you should be doing this.” She suggested.

Needing no more encouragement on that subject, Steve maneuvered Sharon onto her hands and knees, kneeling to her left. He rubbed the smooth area of bareness left by her stocking first, delighting in the hard muscles her work left under the deceivingly velvety skin. She was athletic and practical and everything that her current garments were the opposite of. He couldn’t help but feel loved that she had dressed up in such a manner just to play to his interests. His hand moved to finger the edge of her panties gradually, lifting just the tip of them to run the edge of a finger under. “Do you ever think about how old we are, Sharon?” He asked lovingly as his hand cupped her firm buttocks finally.

“You mean that you could have been my daddy?” She taunted, letting her blue eyes meet his own her sweet smile showing the good nature intended of her joke. After all, she could still recall nights in high school spent with that on her mind and her hand between her legs, the pleasure ending when she was reminded of his death by the cold breeze blowing through the window screens. He had been the first man she ever thought about when she masturbated and because of that she had shared her first orgasm with him even while he was still M.I.A. She had never told him those newsreels she watched with her aunt were pornography to her young mind and that his grin had made her giddy years before they ever met. “Oh yeah, Steve. I think about that.” She breathed.

“Did you ever think that I would have to do something like this?” He continued, following the line of thought that they seemed to share as he let a sharp slap land on her beautifully curved backside. She gasped at the combination of the strike and his words, a shudder of enjoyment running down her. His hand rubbed the sting away tenderly as he added further narration to their game. What was eighty-seven years of age when you were still so gaily indecent with your love-making? “It’s only reasonable; I know you wouldn’t have always been obedient and so I would have had to punish you.” She pressed back against his hand as he said that, urging him to continue with the wordless consent.

Steve lost no time in spanking her after that beseeching movement; his hand rising and falling against her voluptuously curved buttocks and down the tops of her hard thighs. She gripped the covers tightly in her hands and gritted her teeth, legs growing tense for a moment before they kicked against the bedding pathetically. She growled more than moaned when he wrapped his perfectly shaped arm securely around her waist and paid the under curve of her backside special attention. Her satin panties began to moisten to a point of discomfort when he rubbed her hot skin soothingly between slaps. His touch felt heavy and burned against her sore buttocks and she buried her face shyly into the blankets.

She could hear arousal in his quickened breathing then and he continued to lay punishing slaps all across her seat with renewed vigor. Now and then he stopped to stroke a work calloused finger across the crotch of her panties, rubbing just the right places to make her groan before he would pull back and slap her inner thigh. She was writhing against the mattress soon and so he grabbed her closer to him, placing her across his own thighs to take better control of her movements. In the new position, each smack pushed her forward and rubbed her perfectly across his legs and she struggled with the intent of the pace bringing dark patches against her vision.

Steve caught on to her intentions quickly and hooked down her
panties, pulling them only down to mid thigh so that he could continue more precisely. The coolness of the air stung wonderfully against her suddenly bared skin and the last few slaps he placed were much louder and sharper. He was aroused too, with their nearness there was no way she couldn’t have told, and the thought of his delight in their actions pushed her over. She shuddered and gasped when she felt herself come, panting and gasping louder than she would have liked as she came down from the peak of her high. Strong arms lifted her up lovingly and Steve pulled her to relax against his chest in a warm embrace.

She kissed at his neck faintly as they snuggled close, just brief brushes of her lips against his warm skin. She could smell where he had rubbed his cologne; it smelled like wood and cloves. As he looked down into the flushed and pleased face of his lover, Steve couldn’t help but ask her a less than serious question. “So are you promising to be a good girl now?” He teased, brushing sweaty blond hair out of her eyes and then reaching down to pull cool satin panties back up. The brush of fabric against skin, brought the burn back to the surface of her skin and Sharon sighed happily. The agent fell back onto the bed gracefully, tugging her lover to lie down beside her so they faced each other now. She kissed him deeply and urgently, enjoying his slow and passionate reply. She pulled back to answer him, her eyes showing her satisfaction as she stroked a hand across his face. “Are you kidding me? Not if that’s what being bad gets me.”

While they were so close and the little jolts of enjoyment had still been running through her, Sharon had briefly wondered if giving in to Steve’s desires of a housewife would entail more kinky sex, more often. It had seemed reasonable to contemplate this until she could think again and now she was glad he never had the foresight to ask her during postcoital bliss; her orgasms made her stupid. She had never agreed to those outdated and unwanted terms in the past and she never would in the future, even if he kept the collars and whips for married life. She pulled his hand up to hold between her own, moving it slowly and purposefully to her mouth. She sucked on the tips of each of his fingers briefly, enjoying his blush as her tongue swirled around the bed of his nails.

It was another flash of old memories when Sharon pushed Steve to lie on his back and then climbed up onto his thighs. Her familiar golden hair veiled her own features just enough for him to recall a short fervent rendezvous in France with another equally beautiful woman. But he didn’t smell ‘Normandie’ perfume in the air tonight as these soft feminine hands unbuckled his belt and he wasn’t nervous of being caught as she unfastened his pants. They didn’t share any anxious promises they knew they’d break before she touched him and they didn’t laugh to hide tears either. Warm and determined red lips leaving a smeared ring of lipstick around his erection was the same but the fierceness in Sharon’s eyes as she sucked was all her own.

Steve exhaled sounds of gratitude when she swirled her tongue swiftly against him and he inhaled surprise when her long nails scratched lines across his hip bone sharply. The instants of stinging, nagging discomfort amongst all of the overwhelming pleasure was precisely what he needed that night to stay grounded in the present; he stroked her hair appreciatively . For a moment he wished he could see past that thick curtain of her hair to watch her cheeks hollowing but that thought was lost as her nails lowered and dug into his thigh so hard blood touched the white painted tips. His breath hissed past gritted teeth. Pain was a well known sensation, it was reasonable to experience and when offered by a beautiful powerful woman, like now, was even desirable.

He could feel his back arching against the blankets despite his urges to stay still and then the pleasure was gone. That was just long enough to find Sharon above him, licking his bitter blood off of her fingers with a smile. She pressed her lips to his forcefully then, letting him taste himself against her twice over. He didn’t pull away. Instead, he placed his hands behind her head and pulled her closer; his heart beat quickening as her breasts pressed against his chest. She backed away then ever so slightly and removed the lavender panties he had found so provocative, throwing them on the floor with disregard. He felt like he was flying when she lowered herself onto him, hands grabbing his shoulders tightly to steady her descent. When her muscles tightened around him, he cried out, groaning when she began to move, her pace fast without having been slow to start.

Each thrust of her hips up and down brought Sharon’s cleavage forward directly into Steve’s view. Through the padded bra that she had donned, he couldn’t see the evidence of this but from past affairs he assumed that her nipples had hardened from their intimate embrace. He pushed a strap of her dress down her shoulder and let a hand slid down the front of the slip to cup a breast, drawing slow circles against her nipple with his fingers before he replaced that effort with his mouth. She moaned for him to continue and clamped knees hard around his slender waist, her nails digging into his shoulders possessively.

Right now Steve was with Sharon, not Bucky, but tonight had proved was a night for memories. He knew that she wouldn’t protest so he slowly slid a finger into her from behind, gaining a pleasured if not slightly embarrassed whine. All of his efforts combined were rewarded soon. Her cheeks were flushed red and her slightly parted lips were trembling and then she orgasmed. He moved his lips to hers to hush screams, and he felt her breath pushed into his own mouth with pure happiness. He pulled his finger out of her and quickly flipped her onto her back so that he was above her now. His thrusts sped and she pushed forward to meet them though she could hear that they were shaking the frame with their heated movements. She threw her legs upwards and wrapped them around his waist, pushing back down as far she could till the pressure of it was painful. He came inside of her with a low cry.

They both lay calmly in the dimmed lights for a long while, embracing and enjoying the close intimacy that their current state of mind provided. It was infrequently that they could have their guard as low as it was that night and that openness was intoxicating. After sometime however, Sharon pushed away from Steve, sitting up gingerly on the side of the bed. It ached in every which way to do so and she found she was more than content with that as she stood up. Steve was sitting up now too, watching her. She sauntered towards the bathroom, leaving the door open as she slid out of her slip. She turned the water on and plugged the tub, meeting her lover’s eyes from across the room. He stood up to join her; it was past time to make new memories.