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Lucky for you, you're about to find out.

( cue a double knock at the door, hands dropping to her sides so she can shove her phone in the pocket of her pants, smile already playing at her lips, maybe even tossing in a verbal: ) Knock, knock, ( just for fun. )

[ Steve tosses his phone onto his counter and then moves over to the door. He doesn't run, but he doesn't linger before opening it. He's seen her naked. He's seen her in a very interesting way, but he's still all nerves. This is unique for him. Different than what he's used to with women. She's the one that steered Steve around the bends. Here he is. For a second time with her. It's kind of dizzying really when he opens the door to see her standing there. She's just as pretty as the last time he laid eyes on her. Probably more so. ]

Ya know. [ His smile is lopsided and wide as he studies her. ] It's a little insane how you keep getting prettier and prettier each time I see you. [ He steps out of the way for her to step inside. He didn't invite her all the way over here just to let her linger out there. ]

( steve's still as — outrageously, blindingly good-looking as she remembers from eudio, even if she'd spent some time back in her world before being zapped into this new city. something bubbles up in her gut as she just gazes at him for a moment, light and airy, and she realizes that it's sheer, unbridled joy.

a fling or not, sara wasn't sure if she'd ever see steve again.

he smiles, and it's hard not to let her own widen in return, letting his sweet compliments roll over her as he lets her inside. before she knows it, sara's sneaking up onto her tiptoes just enough to loop her arms around his neck in an almost uncharacteristic — from what he knows of her, anyways — hug, breathing him in for a moment, and then tipping her chin up to look at him, eyes bright. ) You sure are a sight for sore eyes yourself, Rogers.

[ Flings aren't something you call relationships. They're just supposed to be fun. Isn't that right? Quick and light. But Steve's never been good with living by the new social norm. If she tells him to screw off then he'd certainly obey that, but right now he can't really think of a good reason not to be around her. Maybe he's a little attached, but in a weird way she somehow became important very quickly. They don't know too much about each other, but because of that night Sara Lance somehow cemented herself into the ranks of Peggy Carter and Bucky Barnes when it comes to important people. It's strange to think about.

It's definitely a different Sarah move. His arms come around her waist and he holds her close. She's definitely smaller than him. He's never more aware than when he's hugging her like this. She smells good too. Damn her. Steve looks down at her and lets out a laugh. ]

I think you're the only girl to tell me that.

[ He uses his foot to shut the door behind her and lifts her up. Come on, Sara, he's definitely carrying you. ]

( a laugh, bright, escapes her as steve picks her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, fingers linking together at the back of his neck. it feels a little silly, but god is it nice to just let loose for five seconds. ) Nuh uh, ( sara insists through soft laughter that she's not quite ready to contain just yet. ) There's no way in hell.

( laughter starting to quell on its own, she kisses the tip of his nose, playful.

unlike a lot of people from eudio, she doesn't have some sort of deep, dark history with steve; he's just probably the sweetest guy she'd met there, far too handsome for his own good, and they'd had a good time together. reuniting with him feels kind of freeing in some inexplicable way. )

[ It's good they don't have pasts with each other. Steve's isn't the easiest to process or swallow. From the serum to HYDRA and all the way to the plane crash. He's talked a little about his age, but Sara has never really been the type to ask a hundred questions. Not that he minds when people do that, but Sara seems to just accept Steve. It's nice. It makes being around her nice. The lack of complication that comes with seeing her is refreshing. He's not Captain America or former Captain America. He's Steve Rogers and that's all she needs to know. Simple without confusing and complicated strings.

He doesn't need to know about her past. Who she's killed. How many people she's killed. He isn't a boyscout despite what people say. People fall. They die. You can't save everyone right? Though technically he's here to save people. Still. All he needs to know is that she likes him. Likes being around him. And she makes his head spin sometimes when she kisses him. ]

It's true. [ To the easy chair he goes. He sits in it with Sara still in his arms. He'll be her chair as well unless she wants to move. Which he's fine with as well. ] Then again you are the first girl to say and do a lot to me. Doesn't surprise me you got this one too.

( steve rogers can apparently add "makes a good chair" to his certainly long list of skills and abilities — certified sara lance approved, as she finds herself sitting in his lap again, thighs straddling his, seated very comfortably.

her fingers slide up into the cropped blonde hair at the back of his neck and then down again, hands moving so her thumbs can brush against his jaw, chiseled and very nearly perfect, head tilted as she lets her gaze wander over his face for a moment, lets herself really study his features for a moment. )

I guess that's kind of my job now, huh. ( it's hard to keep the smile off her face, so sara doesn't fight it, even as she speaks. ) Makes me wonder what other kinds of firsts I'm gonna have to steal from you.

[ It makes his heart hammer, but he's less nervous about these things. Having her in his lap. He's had her here before. He remembers how she felt. He remembers the curves of her body and the softness of her touch. Yet he knows that through all that she's got sharp edges and such. He doesn't doubt for a single second that she isn't a force to be reckoned with. He's never been the type to underestimate. Mostly because he knows damn well what it's like to have people do that to him. Big things come in small packages. He's living proof of that.

He lets out a pleased hum when she does that. It's silly things like that. Small touches. Little moments. They make him happy. He's not sure when the last time he was truly happy. When she looks at him it's different. In some ways it reminds him of Peggy. She sees him. Not just the Steve that Private Lorraine say. She sees parts. She's simpler though. Not Peggy. Not Sharon. She's just--Sara and that's good enough for him. ]

I think you could say that, yeah. [ He thinks for a moment before shrugging his shoulders. ] I dunno. I was a busy guy during the war. Didn't have time for a lot. After the ice I threw myself into work again. Guess you have some things to break me into. World definitely changed a lot when I was under.

Break you into, ( sara repeats with a laugh — that's quite the wording you've offered her there, steve-o. sure, sara will be happy to break you in like a pair of heels that needs to be walked in an immeasurable amount of times until they're fully compliant.

her hands graze over his jaw again, then down the firm lines of his neck so she can link her fingers together at the base of his neck, her expression entirely too satisfied as she looks at him. )

I gotta say, iced for a few decades or not, you still sure as hell seem ahead of your time, Steve. I've had an encounter or two with an organization from your time and they had a hard time even accepting that a woman could possibly act as the captain of our crew. ( there's no real easy way to tell someone that you're the captain of a time-traveling spaceship, so she doesn't linger on it. ) And I find your openness and willingness to learn new things incredibly sexy.

( which is, apparently, as good a time as any to actually kiss him for real, forehead pressing against his for a moment as she breathes him in, finally presses her lips to his, incredibly satisfying. )

[ He figured she might enjoy the challenge if nothing else. Sara's a a very different kind of girl. He imagines that she probably would enjoy helping him through some things. He doesn't necessarily think it needs to be of this variety. She can steer him around the curves of whatever. There's still quite a few things that Steve's behind on.

Steve does appreciate one thing. Her touch. She does it a lot. She doesn't let his reputation stop her. She just lets her hands roam. His jaw. His neck. It's relaxing. Not even just sensual. It puts Steve at ease. He perks up when she starts to speak which just makes him smile. He knows what she's talking about. Peggy went through a lot of crap just trying to get to where she was when he knew her. He never once thought she wasn't capable.

He opens his mouth to speak, but she shuts him up rather well. He lets out a sigh and leans into the kiss for a brief moment. He allows himself to melt before he pulls it together. ] My commanding officer was a woman. [ He's not counting Colonel Phillips. ] I've never been a huge fan of bullies. People who aren't open minded are just another form. [ He's drawn right back in. Steve leans up to capture her lips after a pause. He can't stay away. ]

( a far-too-handsome gent from the 30s who also knows what's up when it comes to women? how is it that sara was somehow the first one to throw herself at him? god, she can't even wrap her head around you, steve rogers.

what she can do, however, is murmur, ) Music to my ears, ( and chase his kiss, mouth meeting his halfway. it's easy to kiss him like this, lazy and slow and for no other reason than the fact that she just really wants to. because she can.

there's a soft hum in the back of her throat and she begrudgingly pulls back for a moment, only so she can murmur: ) You down for another lesson, Steve?

[ One of these days he's gonna have to ask about her crew and the way she talks about things. He's not stupid enough that he doesn't catch certain thoughts. One that line up with some sort of time travel. Which isn't that far fetched. He was thawed out of ice. Bruce turned into a giant green monster. Thor's a god. Tony has a metal flying suit. Someone going back in time isn't that far fetched after you've watched a portal open over New York and aliens come streaming out.

That question is a little flustering. Not because he's afraid of that, but he's wondering what sort of lesson she has in mind now. She's a surprising girl. He knew that from the moment he messaged her in Eudio. She keeps him on his toes which is for the best. He probably needs to have a woman around who does things like that. Sara certainly lives up that hype. ]

What'd you have mind? [ He leans in once more. Unable to contain himself. Another long kiss before he breaks it. ] I'm more than curious.

( aliens and portals? talk about a surprising thing the two of them could bond over besides the whole hero thing; sara and all of her superhero-metahuman-vigilante friends sure did go up against an entire alien race hellbent on eliminating earth. she'll be glad that weird shit like aliens are apparently multiversal.

that's all for another time, though, or maybe later over dinner, since steve did say that he's cooking. now, though, she lets out a soft laugh, buried in yet another stolen kiss. )

I've been having a hard time deciding, honestly. ( sara's head tips to the side, like she's deep in thought. except, you know, her hand also snakes down the front of his body, grazes appreciatively over his defined muscles, fingers brushing over the front of his jeans, palming him through the fabric. her voice is calm as ever as she continues, ) This is gonna be a lesson in two parts, Steve, so I hope you set aside some time. Part one now, part two later.

[ Apparently the multiverse has a thing for portals, aliens, robots, and the world wanting to come to an end constantly thanks to someone with no respect for human life. Sometimes he does wish there was a world where they weren't needed. Where they could just step out, but that's what they're around for. To make the tough calls. To deal with the situations that're messy and seem like they just have bad outcomes. Not everything ended perfectly, but sometimes that's just life. Then again here he is trying to fix those bat outcomes. The days that felt like loses more than wins.

But this is better. Maybe it's not fair that he gets to be here making up for those bad days like this. That he gets to find some joy here. But he doesn't feel as guilty knowing that his people are here. They're here and safe from the Raft and General Ross. He can enjoy this moment with Sara without feeling like he's getting out of things too easy. ]

Hi there. [ He smiles because he knows exactly where her hand has found a home. He doesn't look down because he can feel it. A lesson in parts. She's a very good teacher. He nods his head. ] I'm paying very strict attention. I'm always very attentive when it comes to your lessons.

( there's a breath of laughter at his little greeting, palm rubbing against his jeans with a slow rhythm, fingers curling around his thigh every now and again. sara attempts to sound serious when she speaks again, though she doesn't quite succeed, a smile coloring her words. )

You better be.

( with that, she takes it upon herself to (begrudgingly) remove herself from steve's lap; instead, she sinks down to her knees, slotting in perfectly between his own. ) I think you're really gonna like this one, Steve, ( she says with a casual air as she moves, gaze fixated up at his face as her fingers deftly undo the button of his jeans, pull the zipper down. ) Hips — ( a directive, so her fingers can curl into the waistband of his jeans, his underwear, so she can tug them down, let them pool at his ankles.

sara's not wasting any time here — both lessons are pretty vital for steve to learn. )

[ He's not the happiest of campers when she gets off his lap. He's not sure where she's going, but she doesn't go far after a beat. She sinks down to her knees between his and Steve looks a little surprised. Leave it to Sara Lance to continuously surprise Steve. She catches him off guard constantly. Especially with this. It occurs to him while watching her that he's holding his breath. He's not sure why, but somehow it winds up happening. Steve's gaze stays on her. When he does blink it feels like he hasn't in ages.

But when she goes to undo the button of his jeans he gets a clue. He's not a virgin anymore, but even before all of that he wasn't virginal. He was just a little inexperienced. But not clueless. Steve cocks a brow when his zipper goes down. She gives him an order and he does as she says. His hips lift from the couch and down comes everything. A chill hits his thighs, but that's fine. Because the moment he looks at Sara he feels himself heat up once more. ]

I'm starting to guess what this lesson might be.

Quick learner, ( sara says with a smirk completely plastered across her face, gaze sweeping lower for a moment so she can appreciate the fruits of her labor.

with a low, pleased hum, her fingers curl around his cock, stroking him nice and slow so she can get him started. her tongue wets her lower lip and she meets his gaze again, eager to watch each and every reaction he has, no matter how big or small. ) Wonder if you've guessed what the next one is, too.

( it's certainly a thought she wants to percolate in steve's head for a little bit, but not one that sara's personally dwelling on right now. no, instead, her hand stays firm around the base, leaning her head in closer as the flat of her tongue drags along the length of him as she feels him react beneath her tongue, flicking up underneath the head, hand stroking him again; she's determined to get him so hard that he can hardly handle it anymore, can hardly even think about anything except her mouth. )

[ He opens his mouth to agree, but nothing seems to come out that resembles words. Just a long groan and Steve resisting the urge to buck up into her hand. Which seems to have found a nice grip around him. She doesn't hesitate or let it linger. Instead she strokes him and he relaxes into the sofa underneath him. He really wasn't angling for this when he invited her over, but he can't say he's upset. Because maybe he can be a little selfish here for once. He can let himself just sort of relax and not have to think about much. Just these moments.

Steve's barely focusing, but when she makes eye contact with him it's like being under the gaze of the sun. He feels like he's melting a little. His body trying to make sense of everything that's rolling through him. Hilariously enough Steve hasn't guessed the next one. He's too busy focusing on the first lesson and how nice it felt. But Sara's never one to not surprise. She's fairly good at them he'd say. So, he's certainly surprise when he sees her leaning in and her tongue licks over the length of him.

The groan that leaves Steve is definitely louder and more ragged. His body tense for a moment before relaxing. His hand grabs the cushion below and it squeezes. His mouth dropping open and heavy breaths escaping. ] Jesus, Sara. [ As a nice catholic boy you might not think that Steve would say such a thing, but he's never been that traditional.

She's definitely doing a bang up job of making him think of nothing else except her. ]

( were it not for the devilish hint that colors it, the smile that spreads across sara's cheeks might come across as a little innocent. the way he all but groans her name, carried from his mouth like a plea or a prayer, is unbelievably satisfying, the way those strong hands of his curl into the cushion beneath him. )

I like when you say my name like that, ( sara comments, words still evenly measured and nonchalant despite the pleasant, nagging heat that twists inside of her.

she likes teasing him, especially knowing that somehow — somehow, some way, unbeknownst to sara — he's never been on the receiving end of a blowjob, so she's pretty damn inspired to make it a good one. she's sure he's conjured up in his head how this is all going to go down, so maybe she'll be nice just this once, try not to prolong his suffering too much by making him wait.

no, sara scoots forward as close to the chair as she can, smooth leather pressed against her thighs, and she sits up on her knees, tosses her hair over one shoulder so it's out of her damn way. in one fluid motion, a hand presses against his thigh to steady herself as she leans down to take his cock in her mouth, practically salivating around him as her tongue grazes over his length again, humming her pleasure low in her throat.

yeah, she's pretty glad that she came over. )

[ It's definitely close to a prayer. A prayer to Sara Lance and the way she teases him. She comments on how she likes when he says her name and all he can manage for her is a smile. Wide and bright. Because he knows he'll be saying her name a lot if she carries on like this. She'll drive Steve crazy. Not that she hasn't already started that. He's certainly feeling frazzled and completely frayed at the ends by her. Just looking at her down there and the way she's smiling at him. It makes Steve's whole body feel like it's alive.

She's not wrong though. He's not been on the receiving end of one of these. Definitely not on the giving end. It's strange to say the least. Having a woman nestled so snugly between her your legs. Knowing exactly what's to come. He's also more than aware how vulnerable of a position it is for both parties. That isn't lost on him. He's fairly in touch with his feelings and how other people might be feeling. It doesn't escape him that Sara is putting a part of herself on the line here like this. It actually makes him smile more.

But he watches her scoot closer. His body on edge as he waits. She seems to ready herself and get into a more comfortable position. Before he can even process a thought her mouth wraps around him and Steve tips his head back. A strangled sound at first before he finds his voice. This time a louder groan as he says her name again. He's definitely praying at the altar of Sara Lance right now. ]

Killing me, Sara.

[ But what a way to go. ]

( what a way to go, indeed.

except sara certainly doesn't want to kill steve rogers, with his charming good looks, polite attitude, and a body that she wants to explore every damn inch of with her mouth. oh, and she can't forget his dramatics, which might be enough to make her laugh if she didn't have the head of his cock nearing her throat.

after bobbing her head up and down around him a few times, she releases him with a satisfying pop as the head passes her lips. sara's gaze flickers up to meet steve's again, tongue lapping at the length of him again once, twice, and she comments, feigned placidity where there should probably be a shit-eating grin, ) I don't want to kill you, Steve. ( even if he would, without a shadow of a doubt, know if someone like sara lance wanted to kill him. her lips press tiny pecks against his shaft, linger up towards the head. ) I can stop, if you want.

( which doesn't seem like a possibility, but sara wants to make steve squirm a little bit, maybe wants to hear him ask her for more. )

[ Is it really dramatics though, Sara? Are they really that dramatic? Because he's pretty damn sure that Sara knows exactly what she's capable of when it comes to pleasing someone. Not just a guy. But just about anyone could have a good time with Sara. But maybe Steve's just biased because she's the only woman who has ever been on her knees before him like this. Doing something he really only could imagine when he was a teenage boy back in Brooklyn. Pushed aside for more adult thoughts like war and protecting his country.

She stops after a few moments and Steve feels like he can breathe for a moment. His whole body feels hot to the touch. Blood practically boiling in his veins. How's that for dramatic? But she's not finished with teasing him. Not physically and verbally. His toes are ready to curl right up. That smile coupled with her response is enough to make his stomach do flips. She's a liar. Not kill, but utterly and completely destroy him for whatever woman comes after to lavish him with such attention. That's her goal. ]

I uh--[ He swallows that lump and looks at her. Teeth coming down on his bottom lip. He watches her closely. She looks like an angel and a devil all wrapped in one right now. He nods his head after a beat. ]--keep going. Please don't stop, Sara. [ He said please. ]

( he did say please, which sara probably should've expected, considering his unending polite, gentlemanly ways. even when he's coming undone and unraveling before her very eyes, these things are innate in steve rogers — which is maybe why she's grown to like his company so much.

she also very much likes the desperate drag of teeth against his lower lip, the way her name arounds carried over a shaky breath; how could she not indulge him, when he'd asked so nicely? there's no verbal response, just an amused twitch of her lips into something like a pleased smirk before they wrap around his cock again, head sinking down onto his lap, her grip on his thighs tightening as she keeps him there for a moment, lets him enjoy the sensation of her salivating around him.

sara can't help but start bobbing her head again, up and down with her tongue pressed against the length of his cock, her cheeks hollowing as she takes him, rhythmic and almost a little greedy because god does she want him to come for her like he never has before. )

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