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agentofscifi · 4 years

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Super Genius Marinette Ch. 2

I hand the taxi driver a few American bills as payment just after he sets down my bags on the sidewalk. I was right in front of the Avengers building, which had a small collection of reporters outside of it. The man smiles as he pops back into his car. I give him a small wave as he drives off. Swinging my backpack over my shoulders and I take both of my bags by the handle, wheeling up to the door. The reporters, for some reason, didn’t seem to notice me until I was typing my password into the keypad by the door.

“Ma’am? Who might you be and what business do you have with the Avengers? Are you with the other children who have been seen entering this building?” A darked haired woman is holding a mic out to me, her cameraman fixating on my face.

I shrug as the door opens up on its own. “There will be a press conference later this summer to answer all of your questions. That is all I will say for now.”

I wheel my bags through the door, leaving behind the small gaggle, who were still attempting to ask my questions. A few of the workers on the bottom floors look at me weirdly as I pull my bags into the main elevator.

“Hello FRIDAY, how are you?”

“Very well, Ms. Stark. Your father is located on the communal floor, would you like to go there first, or visit your floor?”

“The communal floor, please.”

“Of course.”

I pull up my sunglasses from my face and quickly pull out my phone. I sent a quick text to my parents back in Paris that I arrived at the tower. As The elevator dings at the floor, I tuck my phone back into my back pocket and grab both of my bags. I walk out the door into the general floor, high heels clicking on the tiles. Several heads whip around and look at me from the couches.

“Crap.” One of the men, Clint Barton, groans. “Tony, your security sucks! There’s another Captain America fangirl up here?

I raise an eyebrow. “Ok, first of all, I am not a Captain fangirl. He puts up a good fight, but he needs some serious wardrobe help.” Said man flushes at my words. “Secondly, the security is fine here, I helped set it up. Thirdly,” I look up at the ceiling. “Friday?”

“Yes?”

“Where is my Dad?”

“Right here, my little genius!” My father practically runs me over as he goes to hug me.

The people at the couches stare. “You have a kid?

I pear over my father’s shoulder. The collection of Avengers were all staring at us with gobsmacked expressions. “Yes, he does. Who’s asking?”

One of the guys sticks his arm up. “Sam Wilson. When did this happen?”

“14 years and 364 days ago.”

Sam Wilson stares at me with wide eyes, “So, you’re 15 tomorrow?”

“Yup.”

“Are you French?” Steve Rodgers decided to pop into the conversation at this point.

“Yes, well not technically. Dad,” I gesture to my father, “is American. My Mom is from China, she moved to France to study baking. She married my Papa who’s ½ French. I did grow up in Paris, however.” Rodgers nods.

Thor puts a large hand up. “Does this mean the other younglings here are your children too?”

Dad sighs. “No. I’m mentoring them. Mari is my only child.”

“And we were never told because?” Clint Barton is still looking between my Dad and I.

I shrug. “I wanted a normal childhood. Being the daughter of Tony Stark would have made my childhood crazy. This was before Ironman and the Avengers became a thing.”

Clint nods in agreement. “Fair enough. Why are you here now then?”

“My little genius,” My father kisses my cheek. “Is starting MIT in the Fall!”

“Oh, God. She’s a mini you!” I easily recognize Bucky Barnes from his signature metal arm.

“But with better fashion sense!” I give all of them a winning smile.

“Can we come back to Captain America needing fashion help.” The Black Widow is grinning from her place next to the couch.

The Avengers all look at me with expectant gazes. Barnes looked all too happy at the topic. I simply shrug. “You look like America's 4 year old daughter after she’s finally allowed to pick out her own clothing. You were practically glowing, that outfit was so bright. It’s like you were asking for the enemy to notice you. Get a stylist!”

Steve Rogers’ face starts to turn red. “It worked back in the 40’s during the war.”

“No, honey, it didn’t.” Bucky and Sam are starting to laugh behind their hands. “People just loved you more than they disliked the suit.”

Rodgers’ face is a deep red right now. “It’s an iconic antique.”

“Then put it in a museum and leave it there.” Bucky finally snaps and roars with laughter. Sam isn’t far behind as he lands on the floor to roll around.

“I’m sorry, who is the tiny french girl who’s verbally beating up Steve?” Bruce Banner is standing by the elevator with the most confused expression on his face.

“Tony’s daughter, apparently.” Clint shrugs.

“And Tony has had a daughter for how long?”

“15 years.” I give Banner a bright smile. “I’ve read several of your papers. Your gamma radiation and nuclear physics work is amazing, but I preferred the stuff on Biochemistry. I have some ideas I was hoping you take a look at.”

Bruce blinks a few times. “I-15 years-What kind of ideas?”

“Bacta patches. I want to see if I can make them real. I’ve written out some formulas, but haven’t been able to really talk to anyone about them yet or test them out.”

“Uhh...Sure. Bacta patches, like from Star Wars?”

“Yup.”

“Tony, your daughter is a fashionista and a nerd. I’ve only ever heard of such rare creatures.” Bucky was no longer laughing at Steve, but still looked too happy.

“Technically, I’m a fashion designer.”

“Tony, you daughter is a fashion designer and a nerd.”

“Who has an IQ of 265!” My Father is smiling down at me, pride filling his eyes.

A glass drops and shatters across the floor. “Holy shit!” is whispered from someone in the room.

My Father ignores all of this. “Well, I’m going to introduce Mari to the rest of the kids. Carry on!”

I give a small wave to the stunned adults. “Bye! It was nice to meet all of you! I’ll speak to you later Doctor Banner.”

My Father pushes me into the elevator, leaving several flabbergasted Avengers. I raise an eyebrow as the elevator moves down a few levels. “You didn’t tell them about me.”

He snorts. “And miss that interaction. That was so much better than I could ever have ever dreamed.”

The door dings open and I’m suddenly in a smaller version of the top floor living room. There were 9 teenagers sitting around a coffee table, a variety of bags scattered around the couches and loveseats. All of the heads look up at me when I come in.

The oldest male swears in english. “Damn it Stark, how many of us are you going to kidnap?”

I raise an eyebrow and turn my head up. “Kidnap?”

My father gasps dramatically. “Kidnap? I did not kidnap! Your parents practically threw you at me once I showed up.”

One of the other boys snorts. “Aunt May is still angry about Germany. She said if you showed up at our house again, she’d throw you out the window.”

My father shrugs. “Your Aunt is a terrifying force of nature.”

A blonde girl rolls her eyes and walks up to me. A hand shoots out. “Gwen Stacy, I’m from New York and I’m 17.”

I take her hand. “A pleasure.”

The oldest boy sticks his hand in the air. “Harley Keener, Tennessee. Also 17.”

The boy with a terrifying aunt gives me a small wave. “Peter Parker, Queens. 16.”

Brown haired latina woman gives me a nod. “Anya Corazon. I’m from Brooklyn. 16, as well.”

The last guy briefly looks up from the computer in his lap to give me a smile. “Ned Leeds. I’m from New York and I’m 16, too.”

The girl next to him does even look up as she waves. “MJ. New York. 17. Nice shoes.”

I glance down. “Thanks.”

MJ nods, still looking at my computer. She nudges the guy on the floor next to her foot. He pulls off his headphones and gives me a wave. “Oh, hey! Miles Morales. Brooklyn native. Freshly 16.”

A girl about my age looks up from the small project in her hand. “Riri Willaims, Chicago. 15.”

Lastly was a girl who looked even younger than me. She waves from her seat on the floor by Riri. “Peni Parker, no relation to Peter Parker. I’m from New York. I’m 14, but will be 15 in two months.”

I wave back. “Hi, I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng-Stark. I’m from Paris and I turn 15 tomorrow.”

Harley chokes on the drink he’d just swallowed. “I’m sorry, Stark?”

I nod. “Tony’s my Dad. We’ve just kept it on the downlow so I could have a normal childhood.”

Everyone one is looking at me. I simply shrug it off. “So, you guys are all going to the International Technology Showcase in D.C. this summer, right?”

There’s several nods. “Yup.” Peni gives me a wide smile. “We’ve all got stuff to showcase. What about you?”

“I’ve got my showcase pieces.”

My Father claps me on my shoulder. “Ok, now that you are all here, can give you guys a tour.”

Ned shuts his computer and Riri sets the components in her hands down on the coffee table. I set my backpack on the ground as my father guides us to a door on the right. He flips on a switch to reveal a large game room, complete with several large TV’s and game consoles. “This is the Game Room.”

He walks across the main living room and flips on another light. A huge kitchen with a large table sits in this room. “Kitchen and dining room are here.”

He points up. “Bedrooms are on the next two level. Boys on the next floor, girls above them. All of the rooms have labels and there is a central living space where the stairs and elevator dump you out. The floor below us is a training room. The two floors below that are labs. Engineering labs on the upper floor and a Biochem lab on the floor below. We expect to see you all at some point, so don’t live in isolation.” Dad walks back over to the elevator. “Have fun, just don’t blow up the building.” We all watch him wave as the elevator door closes.

It’s silent as everyone looks at each other awkwardly. I roll my eyes after a few seconds. “So, Star Wars marathon? Who’s in?”

Ned and Peter immediately stick their hands up, to the amusement of Gwen and MJ. Riri nods. “I’m up for anything. What are we doing for dinner?”

Miles shrugs. “I don’t know how to cook.”

I roll my eyes. “I’ll order pizza. How does a Deluxe, Margarita, and a Meat Lover’s sound.”

“You getting drinks?” Harley raises an eyebrow.

“A couple two liters, some normal breadsticks and some of those dessert pizzas that look like someone dumped a whole bag of sugar and icing on top.” I get a nod from Harley.

Anya nods. “I don't know what you all are going to do over the next hour, but I’m moving in. Pizza and movies in an hour or so?”

I pull out my phone and start to put in the order. “Should work. I don’t know about you all, but I am putting on sweatpants.” I grab my bag from the floor and handle of my suitcase as I make my way to the elevator.

Peter starts to pull out his wallet. “How much do we own you?”

I shake my head. “Nothing.”

Peter shakes his head. “That doesn’t seem fair.”

I raise an eyebrow. “My Dad is a billionaire. He paid for a quart of strawberries with a Jaeger-LeCoultre watch. He can buy us pizza.”

“A Jaeger-LeCoultre watch, serious?” Riri looks absolutely annoyed.

“Stark just gave a bunch of teenagers 6 floors all for ourselves with no supervision.” Harley snorts. “He doesn’t seem to think everything through.”

“He has FRIDAY watching us.” I press the confirmation button on the Pizza. “Pizza will be here in 45. But, ya. My Dad has FRIDAY and KAREN keeping an eye on all of us.”

Harley gets a look in his eye. “We have babysitting monitors!” A scary smile graces his lips. “I say we revolt!”

Gwen face palms, but it’s too late. MJ, Peter, Riri, Peni and Miles all look too excited. Frankly, so was I. “Anyone know a lawyer?” Riri is grinning now too.

Peter sticks his hand up. “Mathew Murdock.”

Anya seems to be getting excited too. “So, what are we rebelling?”

“Baby monitor protocols!”

Gwen rolls her eyes, but caves. “We need more than that!”

I bite my lip. “We also need time. We need our own AI.”

“How are we adding in our own AI to the tower?” Ned has his computer under his arm as we enter the elevator.

“I helped design the security for this building. Once we have our own AI, I add them to the tower’s system. Once we’ve done that I’ll take FRIDAY out of our 6 floors and add in our AI.”

Silence for a second as the elevator doors close. “Can you keep Tony out of our floors?” Peni is practically vibrating.

“I can keep everyone off our floors.”

Harley throws his arms into the air. “We revolt at dawn!”

“After the Star Wars Marathon!” Peter and Ned have thrown their arms into the air too. Peni joins in with Miles and soon several teens are cheering in this tiny elevator.

I blink a few times and van’t help the smile that forms onto my face. How did my dad find these crazy teenagers?

Before ~~~~~ Next

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thelookingglassalice · 7 years

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Back To Life

Steve Rogers/Captain America x OC (Ava) (Masterlist)

Steve has moved to DC and is working for SHIELD. He and Ava try to manage their new relationship between work and acclimating Steve to the world. Their first mission together causes some tension and it gives Ava an idea...

Warnings: Unprotected sex, comedic attempt at roleplaying

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Six months after the Battle of New York, Steve moved to DC. He wanted to be closer to SHIELD headquarters and to me. He got an apartment in a nice building, my building, actually.

“You could’ve moved in with me you know.” I rolled my eyes and collapsed on his couch. We had finished making his new place look lived in. I was tired.

The past months had been endless traveling for me. Missions, helping Tony in New York, showing Steve the world. The larger problem was Steve and I had no time alone in all those months. We went out a couple of times but the dates were always cut short. I watched Steve lift some more furniture into place. He had on a white tee and khakis. His style was still dated, to say the least. He had sweated through his shirt and his hair was sticking to his forehead.

“I’m trying to do things slow Ava. Try the old fashioned route. We talked about that.” He glanced at me. I was sprawled very unladylike.

“Um, so what happened in the locker room isn’t going to be a regular thing?” I wrinkled my nose and sat up.

“Well, not in a locker room no. But after we actually go steady for a while…” He started to put books on a shelf.

“Go steady? Really? Are you gonna pin me, too?”

“Ava.” He turned and frowned at me. “Can we go on one date, please?”

“Sorry. I forget sometimes.” I pursed my lips, not meeting his eyes. The frustration was rolling off of him. To him it had only been a year and some months. I may have had time to experience things but he hadn’t.

“No, I know. “ He came over and sat on the couch with me. When I had told him the girl I had been died when he went into the ocean, it was a lot to deal with. Guilt hung over him all the time.

“I just, really liked it.” I shrugged, trying to lighten the mood.

“Oh.” He seemed surprised and he blushed a little. “I mean, yes, I did too. It was…”

“Did you and that girl...what was her name? Lorraine. Or the USO girls. Did you ever do that with them?” I kept my eyes on the couch cushion.

“Trust me Ava, I never did that.” He laughed.

“So no...fonduing?” I looked up.

“Fonduing.” He dropped his head, a lock of his hair falling over his eye. “No. No fonduing.”

“Light snacking?” I choked back a laugh.

“That sounds worse. I don’t know, I missed you. But I never thought that you would ever...and those girls, for the first time in my life girls were looking at me like they looked at-” Steve stopped. I could feel loss and then shame.

“I don’t blame you. Some of those girls were beautiful. And no matter how much you miss someone, no one likes to feel lonely.” I took his hand and kissed the back of it. “It was almost eight months since I’d been with someone, when our little gym session happened.”

“Did you date a lot?” He sort of braced himself. I could feel how uncomfortable he was.

“I didn’t date at all. Sex was a spontaneous thing with guys I knew. They were all good guys, some wanted more but I was in love with an American icon who happened to be dead. Not relationship goals.” I was looking at the floor again, shuffling my feet. Steve surprised me by lunging at me. He kissed me hard, pushing me back into the cushions.

“You were in love?”

“Yes, very much.” I gave a confused half smile. What was the deal?

“Tell me?” His eyes were large, he pushed the hair off my face.

“Oh, I love you Steven Rogers,” I mumbled, “ I thought that was obvious.”

Around the one and a half year mark of Steve and I dating. We went on a mission together where he was my superior. My role in SHIELD was history and technical, they needed a hacker. Usually Nat would’ve helped Steve but she was on another assignment with Clint.

“Are you sure you can handle this?” Steve muttered to me as we gathered our gear and headed to the jet.

“Handle what?” I nodded to Rumlow, a STRIKE team leader. He usually kept his distance from me. Some people did that when they got wind of my otherness. Having someone feel your private emotions was sort of off putting.

“Ava, you’re not trained-”

“Woah. I’m not trained? Why do you say that?” I gritted my teeth and tried to look pleasant. No one was listening to us luckily. Our relationship was no secret, but you weren’t supposed to bring personal shit to work.

“I know you’re trained! But, Nat is…” He searched for the right words. “A professional?”

“Captain, I am a trained SHIELD agent. Just because you’ve never seen me out of a lab does not mean I’m not combat ready.” I hissed and went to find a seat. Steve scowled and followed me.

“Don’t get upset. This is our job. As your commanding officer for this I want to make sure you can keep up.” He buckled in next to me as we took off.

“Well, yes Sir.” I pulled out my laptop and started to work on some files.

We were silent for the rest of the flight. He was frustrated. He felt that he was right. That it wasn’t a personal thing, it was business. But the underlying emotion was guilt. He was doing it as a protective boyfriend. My injury on the helicarrier had shook him.

We closed in on the warehouse where there were reports of HYDRA like weapons being made. I needed to bypass security and access the names of the buyers. Steve gave everyone their assignments. We landed on a nearby rooftop. I disabled the security and grabbed my bag as we all left the jet.

“Can you do this from the roof?” Steve asked as we moved along the rooftops in the dark.

“No, I need to download the files from their system.” I put my pack on my back as the team entered through a skylight. “Aren’t you supposed to be leading this?”

“No, my mission is to make sure you get the files. The team is in charge of recovering the weapons.” He slid through the skylight and gestured for me to follow.

“I don’t need a babysitter.” I sounded like a petulant child. But I wanted to show him that I was a good agent damn it!

“Agent Erskine, follow orders and do your job!” He pulled his cowl off and glared at me.

“Yes Sir, Captain America, Sir.” I saluted him and flipped him off in one motion.

I stalked towards the office to find the main computer. I set up my stuff and started to decrypt the customer list, uploading the intel to SHIELD. I heard a scuffle in the hall and saw Steve engage with a few security people. It distracted me from the one coming up behind me.

“Shut it down.” I heard. I turned in my seat to find a man behind me. He had his hand on his gun.

“Okay, one second.” The file finished as closed the program.

“Stand up.”

“Sure thing.” I stood up and faced the guy. He reached for my arm and I punched him. I felt his nose break and he stumbled back. I kicked him in the chest and when he bent over I heel kicked his neck. He dropped to the floor as Steve came running in.

“I’m sorry, I was a little held up.” He wiped some blood from the corner of his mouth. I gathered my things and put my pack on. “What did you do to him?”

“I beat the shit out of him, Sir.” I exited the room and saw the team carrying metal cases. There were trucks outside waiting to be loaded with the illicit weapons.

“Ava…”

“I’ll have my report ready tomorrow, Sir.” I called as I climbed the stairs. I knew he had to stay behind to direct everything. I got to board the quinjet and return to headquarters.

“Ava?”

I had gotten home and finished a shower when I heard Steve’s voice from my living room. I went out in my robe, toweling my hair.

“Breaking and entering Captain America?” I sat on the arm of the couch and continued to dry my hair. He looked tired and dirty. He’d changed out of his suit though.

“That was not very professional of you. None of it was.” He crossed his arms over his chest and gave me a look. Disappointed Steve made me squirm with guilt.

“I know. Sorry. I ...Steve, Nat trained me. I’ve been an agent for ninety years. But some people treat me like, well, Banner without the Hulk.” I tossed the towel. “It just pissed me off when you did it.”

“I didn’t know Nat trained you.” He came forward, uncrossing his arms and smiling a bit.

“Three hours a day, four times a week, from the time she joined SHIELD. Before that, I trained with Barton. Before that, Fury. I have gone to all the best and learned from them.” I tilted my head and looked up at him, my wet hair falling over my shoulder.

“You never asked me.”

“I figured that would lead to more fucking less fighting.” I shrugged.

“But I am your superior Ava. Sometimes you have to listen to me.” He was still angry. In his eyes the million ways he could lose me on a mission would all be his fault. He needed to be tougher on me. I felt all that and stifled a giggle snort.

“I know, Sir. Maybe you should reprimand me.” I dropped my head, hiding my smile.

“Reprimand...you want me to report you to Fury?” He was confused. I pictured a puppy cocking its head to the side in perfect innocence. I giggle snorted again.

“No Steve, I mean, no Captain. I think you can handle this by yourself.” I looked up through my lashes at him. A sly smile on my lips. I sat up and crossed my legs. “What is my punishment, Captain?”

“I don’t know...Ava, this isn’t official. I don’t really think you need a reprimand.” He looked at me like I was going crazy. I stood up and put my hands on his pecs.

“Um, to make this clear. I’m trying to instigate a little kink. Some authority roleplay?” I raised my eyebrows. “Sexual situations?”

“What is authority roleplay?” He frowned.

“Like..prison guard and prisoner, pirate and wench, professor and student.”

“Oh, authority. Yes...Agent, I think you should be reprimanded.” Realization rolled over his features. “I am your superior and you need to follow directions.”

“I think you need to respect my skills as an agent, Sir.” I stepped back, slipping into the role. I decided to go sassy over submissive. It was more natural for me.

“I do respect your skills but you’re still my responsibility. You are vulnerable, whether you want to admit it or not.” He moved towards me and I backed away. The backs of my legs hit the couch.

“I can take care of myself.” His hands shot out and gripped my wrists.

“Get out of this then Agent.” He growled.

“If you’re going to punish me, then do it.” I rasped, I was breathing fast. This was getting me going. If disappointed Steve made me guilty, intense Steve made me hot. “Maybe you should just spank me, since you think I’m being childish.”

“Huh?” Steve broke and I laughed. “What do you mean I should spank you?”

“Like this.” I shook one of his hands from my wrist and reached behind him. I smacked one of his ass cheeks.

“And why would I do that?” He laughed.

“I don’t know...it’s sort of a standard in this sort of scenario.” I shrugged. “Just do it once. I want to see what all the fuss is about.”

He reached his free hand around and landed a hard slap to my ass.

“Ow! You’re supposed to, build up to it.” I grabbed my ass and hopped. “Super strength does not work with BDSM...well, for me anyway.”

“It was your idea.” He ducked as I slapped at his shoulder.

“It was a dumb idea.” I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Sorry, I spent so many years getting my ass kicked professionally. I don’t think it works in my sex life.” Steve rolled his eyes.

“Maybe we stick to low key kink. Some edibles, light bondage, outfits?” I raised on my tiptoes and nibbled his earlobe.

“I’m not wearing the stealth suit home.” He pushed his nose into my neck.

“I designed it. You’ll wear it.” I kissed along his jaw. He unbelted my robe and pushed his hands under the terrycloth to grab my hips.

“Will you wear the overcoat thing to your uniform?” He murmured into my ear. “Maybe some lacy...things under it?”

“Sure thing, Sir.” I gripped his neck tighter and pulled my feet off the floor to kiss him. He helped and pulled my legs up to wrap around him. He licked into my mouth and started to walk me down the hall.

“Shit.” He bumped into something and I laughed.

“Some super soldier.” I teased him as he tossed me onto the bed. I pulled my robe off my shoulders and shoved it to the floor. I sat with my arms wrapped around my legs, watching Steve pull off his shirt and pants.

“I think I put a hole in the wall. I’ll fix it tomorrow.” He climbed onto the bed and kissed me. I moved my arms and legs, pulling him closer. The heat he gave off was always a small shock when I touched him. Nothing crazy, but like he had a low grade fever.

“Damn, you got some bruises didn’t you?” I ran my hand over his chest and sides. They already looked several days old.

“You did too super agent.” He touched by my hip and down my thigh.

“The guy had a helmet on.” I slapped his hand away and pulled him down on top of me by the back of his neck. He licked his lips and pressed them to mine. He went at it with maximum effort, really anything he did during sex was with maximum effort. I rolled us so I was on top of him and held his wrists on the pillows. I kissed down his collarbone and licked at his pecs. He tried to grab me and I tightened my grip on his wrists.

“Hm, is that how it is?” He grinned down at me. I popped my head up and let go of his wrists.

“Nah.” I leaned forward and rested my elbows on his chest and grabbed his hair in my hands. “I love you, you know. Even if you think you’re in charge sometimes.”

“I know I’m never in charge with you, Ava. I never have been. But thank you for letting me think that on occasion.”

I smiled and kissed him. He pushed one hand into my hair, holding me to him. He was hard under his boxers. I pushed myself against him and he growled in his chest. I lifted up on my knees and fumbled his waistband down, his dick coming free. I used one hand to position him and I lowered onto him. We never broke our kiss, we were panting into one another’s mouth. He gripped my ass with both hands and I made a muffled noise. He stopped immediately and pulled away from my mouth.

“Watch it.” I gasped as I continued to ride him, clenching my inner walls to squeeze his cock.

“I refuse to feel bad.” He panted and grabbed my thighs instead.

I sat up straighter and pushed my hair off my face. He was starting to thrust up into me as I would move down. I twisted, just on the edge of a climax building. I needed to find the right angle. Steve could tell I was reaching and he moved a hand to the apex of my thighs and pressed on my clit. I jerked and whined as I came, falling forward onto his chest. He tilted my head up to make eye contact and I kissed his chin. I felt his cock twitch as he climaxed and his head pressed into the pillow. His hair was plastered to his forehead and his neck arched. His body relaxed and he exhaled slowly.

“Well, that was fun.” I groaned as I sat up and climbed off him. I went to clean myself up in the bathroom and looked at my ass in the mirror. “Oh fuck.”

I finished what I needed to do and went back into the bedroom. Steve had taken care of himself and grabbed a pair of his sweats. He was pulling them on when I walked in and presented my ass to him.

“I repeat, your idea.” He gently placed his hand on the red mark that perfectly matched said hand. It was already healing, I didn’t even feel it, but still.

“I want to train with you now. I just need to borrow Nat’s bracelets first.” I pulled on a tank top style night dress.

“Fair warning, they just slow me down. They don’t drop me.” He was in the bed, propped up against the headboard.

“Oh they will when I’m done with them.” I stuck my tongue between my teeth and grinned as I jumped on him.

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