( nope, here's that stereotypical surprise, once sara finally pieces it together. she'd just thought — that he didn't really do the whole casual sex thing — but from the sound of it ...
luckily for both of them, it's quickly tucked away in a heartbeat; sara has some semblance of tact, and league of assassins training in the art of deception, of being exactly what your mark wants you to be. steve's probably as far from a mark as he can get, but that doesn't mean that sara won't be happy to adapt herself to him.
rather than give him a verbal answer, she gives him a physical one. she tips her head forward and captures his lips in another kiss, slow and even a little sweet despite the way she deepens it, her hips starting to roll, slow and steady, against his lap. sara can be patient with him, and she sure as hell can teach him; he's got as good a teacher as any.
maybe she wants to test the waters a little further, though, if only to see how he'll react. still kissing him, a hand undoes her jeans and the other links her fingers with his over the top of his hand, guiding it towards her abdomen, just beneath the fabric of her shirt so he can feel that the picture that she'd sent him was no joke — all that muscle.
the difference between her fingertips and his, rough and weathered, over the carved v at her hips is stark, sends a little shiver through her. but before sara makes herself too antsy, she guides him lower, curving between her thighs, and when she tugs her hand away, she leaves his there between denim and the smooth fabric of her underwear, her hips continuing to grind just that little bit to really help him feel her. )
[ Well, she did her very best to contain it. He doesn't mind it that much. He expects it. He tries not to make it public knowledge unless he has to. It's not that he doesn't want to, but mostly that he just gets busy. Being an Avenger sort of sucks up your personal life in a big way. That and Steve Rogers likes to pretend that's the reason he's not dating. Not because of any other emotional reasoning. Definitely not. But her surprise doesn't last long and he untenses when she looks less shocked.
He's a little concerned about the lack of words, but Sara goes right ahead and bypasses all of that. No need to really talk about it. Because she's kissing him and he's really thankful for that. He hates talking about it. He always winds up tripping over his words and crashing and burning. Her hips move and Steve holds her a little tighter than he intends. The sudden surprise friction really nice.
Sara is a lady of action. He hears the button being undone and then suddenly she's got his hand and it's moving. Under her shirt and up over the muscle. Never had a dame with muscle like that, but he's liking it. But she's got other things in mind. She guides it down and down and down. Right to where she wants it. Right where he's not expecting, but he's willing to lean into it. It's not too hard to figure out.
His hand presses into the front of her jeans firmer. Giving her hand a little something to push into. His kiss fades into some heavy breathing because he's gotta say he really likes it. All of this. All on his own his hand lifts out, but only to dip back in, but get inside her underwear as well. Giving her more to feel as well. ]
( steve responds well — no, better than she could've anticipated to the unashamed way she guides his hand between her thighs and leaves it there to figure things out for himself; the fiction between her underwear and his fingers is intoxicating, and makes her crave more. and — god, does he give her more.
that's the biggest surprise of all, steve's lack of hesitancy when it comes to slipping those fingers of his between her bare skin and her underwear, and there's a soft moan that pushes past sara's lips that proves it. he'll be able to feel exactly how hot he's gotten her, fingers gliding against her easily as her hips roll against his hand. )
That's — ( sara starts, licking her lower lip as she tries to gather herself a little more, steady herself from how badly he's got her worked up — to a level that she hadn't quite anticipated. ) That's good.
( she thinks he deserves a reward for that at least, or maybe she just wants to get some of her clothes off because of how flushed she's feeling. either way, she tugs her t-shirt up over her head and tosses it aside in one fluid motion, leaves an expanse of her skin newly exposed for him, not having bothered with a bra this evening, nipples peaking in the cool air. a hand reaches to grab needily at the back of his neck, fingers carding at the short crop of blonde hair there, her other hand reaching to grip the back of the couch, give her some leverage as she grinds her hips against him. )
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luckily for both of them, it's quickly tucked away in a heartbeat; sara has some semblance of tact, and league of assassins training in the art of deception, of being exactly what your mark wants you to be. steve's probably as far from a mark as he can get, but that doesn't mean that sara won't be happy to adapt herself to him.
rather than give him a verbal answer, she gives him a physical one. she tips her head forward and captures his lips in another kiss, slow and even a little sweet despite the way she deepens it, her hips starting to roll, slow and steady, against his lap. sara can be patient with him, and she sure as hell can teach him; he's got as good a teacher as any.
maybe she wants to test the waters a little further, though, if only to see how he'll react. still kissing him, a hand undoes her jeans and the other links her fingers with his over the top of his hand, guiding it towards her abdomen, just beneath the fabric of her shirt so he can feel that the picture that she'd sent him was no joke — all that muscle.
the difference between her fingertips and his, rough and weathered, over the carved v at her hips is stark, sends a little shiver through her. but before sara makes herself too antsy, she guides him lower, curving between her thighs, and when she tugs her hand away, she leaves his there between denim and the smooth fabric of her underwear, her hips continuing to grind just that little bit to really help him feel her. )
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He's a little concerned about the lack of words, but Sara goes right ahead and bypasses all of that. No need to really talk about it. Because she's kissing him and he's really thankful for that. He hates talking about it. He always winds up tripping over his words and crashing and burning. Her hips move and Steve holds her a little tighter than he intends. The sudden surprise friction really nice.
Sara is a lady of action. He hears the button being undone and then suddenly she's got his hand and it's moving. Under her shirt and up over the muscle. Never had a dame with muscle like that, but he's liking it. But she's got other things in mind. She guides it down and down and down. Right to where she wants it. Right where he's not expecting, but he's willing to lean into it. It's not too hard to figure out.
His hand presses into the front of her jeans firmer. Giving her hand a little something to push into. His kiss fades into some heavy breathing because he's gotta say he really likes it. All of this. All on his own his hand lifts out, but only to dip back in, but get inside her underwear as well. Giving her more to feel as well. ]
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that's the biggest surprise of all, steve's lack of hesitancy when it comes to slipping those fingers of his between her bare skin and her underwear, and there's a soft moan that pushes past sara's lips that proves it. he'll be able to feel exactly how hot he's gotten her, fingers gliding against her easily as her hips roll against his hand. )
That's — ( sara starts, licking her lower lip as she tries to gather herself a little more, steady herself from how badly he's got her worked up — to a level that she hadn't quite anticipated. ) That's good.
( she thinks he deserves a reward for that at least, or maybe she just wants to get some of her clothes off because of how flushed she's feeling. either way, she tugs her t-shirt up over her head and tosses it aside in one fluid motion, leaves an expanse of her skin newly exposed for him, not having bothered with a bra this evening, nipples peaking in the cool air. a hand reaches to grab needily at the back of his neck, fingers carding at the short crop of blonde hair there, her other hand reaching to grip the back of the couch, give her some leverage as she grinds her hips against him. )