A/N: I don't own anything MCU!

As she let herself into the apartment, Anita cursed herself again for the hundredth time that week. She knew working for the CIA would definitely be an adjustment after SHIELD fell but she didn't fully appreciate the leniency and freedom she'd perviously had until she was faced with miles of red tape at the CIA. Sure, SHIELD was no picnic either, but compared to the CIA it was heaven.

After SHIELD fell, the CIA had been the first to get their claws into her. Going in, she'd known that the only reason they hired her was to acquire some SHIELD secrets- but it was tiring for her to be on her guard all the time now.

She knew people whispered about her, hell, half the time they made backhanded comments to her face- veiled accusations about her loyalty. Not that she could blame them. A wry smile came over her lips as she glanced around the living room with a critical eye (once a spy, after all). The CIA were absolutely right to be wary around her. The old allegiance had not died just because SHIELD went down. Anita and Maria Hill still kept up a network of former Agents for the day when the world needed SHIELD again.

The living room was dark, curtained and quiet. It could probably have done well with a few plants, but Anita wasn't one for home decor. Fewer belongings meant fewer attachments. It was the first lesson she'd learned at SHIELD. Her apartment was for one thing only, a place to turn off her brain for a few hours- and she fully intended to take advantage of this rare occasion when there was no global catastrophe looming in the near future.

Anita dropped a bag of takeout on the kitchen counter and pulled out her personal phone, tapping in a quick message to meet Maria for lunch. She continued into the bedroom and paused for a moment, surprised by the star and stripes of the large shield leaning against the wall- the red of the shield brightly reflecting rays of light from the setting sun. She softly shut the door behind her as she cast a look around the room.

On the bed, draped in shadow, she saw a pair of crossed ankled, leading up to sweatpant clad legs and incredible arms, crossed securely across a broad chest.

Steve was home.

Even asleep, held the stresses and worries of everyone else in his tightly wound up body. Where the rest of the world saw Captain America, she saw Steve.

Anita could see faint bruises on his arms and dark shadows under his closed eyes, souvenirs from hard days and sleepless nights. Neither of those things diminished his almost inhumanly good looks, but it concerned her that even Captain America was struggling under the weight of expectations. She made a mental note to maybe talk to him about it later, but at the moment all she wanted was to undress and get into bed with him. It had been too long since they had been under the same roof, unhurt and unhurried at the same time. Anita knew, better than most, how to accept small blessings when they were thrown her way- and right now having him back home was definitely a blessing.

Turning on her heel, Anita tugged at the pins holding up her dark hair and dropped them on the wooden surface of her dresser. She shoved both hands into the mess of waves and massaged her sore scalp with her nails.

She untied the belt at her waist and shrugged, catching her coat in her left hand and draping it over the hanger in her right hand. As she stepped toward the closet, she toed her heels off, sighing as the discomfort in her feet immediately lessened.

Nudging the heels into the closet with her foot, she shut the door behind. The warmth of the room was making her lethargic. Still combing her left hand through her hair, she began to unbutton her shirt. Her biggest problem about working for the CIA was definitely that she was expected to dress professionally. These days, she couldn't get away with wearing a SHIELD zip up and dress pants, she had to go the whole nine yards- which usually meant heels and skirts. An antiquated and sexist policy, but one that the old men in charge would never change. She tossed her shirt onto a chair and headed toward the bathroom to find the t-shirt she'd left on the counter that morning.

"Don't stop now," Steve's rough, sleepy voice broke the silence, "I was enjoying the show."

Anita looked over her shoulder, amused at his comment, "I would have put on some music if I knew I had an audience," she replied, eyes twinkling.

Steve hadn't moved except to fling one arm behind his head. His half closed eyes were still drowsy but other parts of him looked like they were waking up. "I'd hate to interrupt you," he said with a half smile. "Please continue," he nodded toward her skirt.

Anita turned to fully face him and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt as she glanced at the growing bulge in his sweatpants. She shook her hair over her shoulder and slowly pulled down the zipper at her hip- all the while maintaining eye contact with him. As the skirt slid down her legs his eyes went with it, his heated gaze warming her entire body. It landed in a crumpled heap on the floor and she kicked it behind her, stepping toward the bed with a purpose.

On hands and knees, crawled up the bed until she was straddling his waist. Without any hesitation, she kissed him hard and deep, hips pushing down on the hard ridge in his sweatpants. Both his hands immediately went down to her waist, grasping her soft skin.

"God you're hot," He groaned, bucking his hips up to her.

Anita tilted her head back and signed in pleasure at the sensations shooting up her spine, moaning softly when Steve leaned his head forward to lightly suck at the soft skin of her neck. One of her hands was braced on the pillow next to his head and the other was fisted in his soft t-shirt. She bit down on her lip and rocked back and forth in his lap- sending tingles of pleasure up her spine every time she made contact with the hard bulge restrained in his pants. It had been such a long time since they had had time to enjoy one another.

She dropped her head down to make eye contact and gently traced the faint bruise on his cheek. Her thumb slid across his lower lip and he parted his lips to suck it into his mouth as her fingers grazed over the stubble on his jaw. She smirked in delight- she was really going to enjoy the feeling of his rough beard between her legs.

Captain America had always an image to uphold as a bright, shiny, clean-shaven soldier; Steve on the other hand, didn't. He had a woman who loved his beard and wild hair, loved it even more when he became less of a boy-scout and more of an animal. She ground harder against him- bucking her hips back and forth.

"I'm sorry I woke you," She spoke softly, unwilling to disturb the quiet around them as she pressed warm, wet kisses down his jaw, "you look like you needed the rest."

He tilted his head back to let her continue down his neck, one hand stroking up her back and the other curling around her waist to hug her closer to him, "I can rest later, right now I need you," he replied.

She lightly began to nip and suck his skin, knowing he absolutely lovedit, and smiled when he groaned. As she ground circles onto him, she sucked especially hard on the sensitive place where his shoulder met his neck, finishing with a quick bite, trying to get a stronger reaction out of him.

He let out a short laugh, realizing exactly what she was trying to do- but held back, refusing to give her the reaction she wanted. His hands slid down her back and hooked into the waistband of her underwear while his long fingers caressed and squeezed her ass to guide her into riding him the way he liked it.

She pushed off his chest and sat up, tossing her hair off her shoulder. She pushed down harder while he thrust his hips up to meet the damp junction of her thighs. Her eyes slid shut and her head dropped back to fully let the pleasure take over, growing wetter as she thought about his cock thrusting deep inside her. She leaned forward again, hair falling around her shoulders, and held herself upright with one palm pressed against the center of his chest.

His hands didn't stop moving the whole time, stroking up the sides of her abdomen until they met the lacy cups of her bra. As his clever fingers teased under the edges, she watched him though a curtain of her hair, enjoying the way his eyes darkened in a haze of lust. One hand snuck around to the back of her bra to undo the clasp and she shrugged to let it slide down her arms and off her body. Neither of them knew where it landed after Steve flung it over her shoulder.

He wrapped his arms around her lower back and pulled her forward until she was laying pressed against him, forearms bracketing his head. One of hands came around to her front and pushed her naked breast up to meet his mouth. He wrapped his lips around it and tongued her nipple, using flicking until it was a stiff peak. Every time his he brushed her nipple, Anita gasped and pushed her lace covered center harder onto his hipbone, desperately working to increase the friction. He released her nipple with a muted pop kissed across underside of her breast.

No longer gentle, he was sucking hard and using his teeth, certainly leaving bruises behind. She was rocking back and forth against his hipbone, fisting her hands in his hair, while he hooked one hand around her knee to pull her thigh up to his hip.

He trailed his fingers down the back of that thigh toward her damp, lace covered center. In one quick move, he switched breasts to take the other nipple in his mouth and let his fingers slide into her underwear to tease her damp folds.

"Steve, please," she gasped as he sucked hard and lightly brushed his fingers on her clit.

He let her nipple go and softly asked, "You think I can make you cum like this?"

"Fuck, Steve, yes," her forehead dropped against his shoulder, "please make me cum" her breath hitched. "Please, please-"

She fisted her hands in the sheets and pushed her hips back, trying to make his fingers enter her. As she inched further down, he pulled his fingers away, making sure she wouldn't be able to get herself off. She grabbed onto his shoulders and rolled her hips back and forth to stimulate her clit, her teeth were absolutely crushing her lower lip in desperation.

His hand slid down to palm her soft ass and he roughly maneuvered her body until she was directly over the ridge of his cock again.

She gasped against his neck and resumed placing wet kisses there as writhed on top of him. One palm rested against his rough jaw and the other hand was fisted in his hair, messing it up even more. Every few seconds, she would bite down on the tendons of his neck to work him up even more.

He tangled his fingers in her dark waves and pulled her back to meet his lips again- his kisses were deep and aggressive now- tongue tangling with hers for control as his teeth bruised her soft lips.

Her hand hooked in the neck of his t-shirt yanked, it was a wonder she didn't rip it wide open.

Pressing both hands against his chest, she pushed herself up- sitting upright. God what a view, Steve groaned quietly, nipples wet and lips swollen from his kisses. His left hand immediately went up to stroke the underside of her breast, knowing how sensitive she was there, while his right palm pulled back and landed a rough slap on her ass. As the sound echoed in the room, she ran her tongue across her lips to get his attention.

Slowly and deliberately, knowing her next actions would set him off, Anita pushed two fingers into her mouth and sucked. His breath caught and his hands froze. She watched as his eyes trained on her lips and fingers. Knowing she had his complete and undivided attention, she waited just long enough to make his hands flex with impatience.

She pulled her fingers out of her mouth with a quiet pop and a devious smirk on her lips and slowly dragged them south- between her breasts, down her abdomen and just into the lace edge of her underwear. His mouth dropped slightly open as he focused entirely on her fingers. She could hear him breathing, hot and aroused. She pushed her other hand to his chest, bracing her weight against him.

They both knew her hand wouldn't be able to stop him if he wanted to move her, but she liked the feeling of being in control of Captain America- she knew he loved it when he was in charge, too.

Her fingers continued their descent, sneaking under the blue lace until she reached her wet folds and further down until she was caressing her clit. He knew exactly what her fingers were doing by the soft gasps and moans she was making. Her eyes slid closed as she pleasured herself.

"Fuck Annie-," He groaned.

Leaning forward, she placed a gentle whisper of a kiss on his lips before biting down on his lower lip. The sensitive tips of her breasts brushed against his chest, setting her slight again. His hands clenched tightly on her ass, leaving finger shaped bruises on the smooth curves.

As her wet fingers circled her clit again and again, her breath hitched and she leaned up to lick the shell of his ear. He ground his head back into the pillow- squeezing his eyes shut- desperately grasping at random facts to stop himself from losing control.

Stats from the 1941 World Series, the Brooklyn Dodgers vs. the Yankees, raced through his head. It wasn't working as well as he'd hoped because he still felt her nearly naked body writhing over his.

"What's wrong, baby?" She asked mockingly, sucking on his earlobe. "Don't you want to watch me cum like this? Open your eyes for me, Steve" She slid a hand up his neck and roughly fisted the messy dark blonde hair at his nape. Her breaths came shallow and fast against his ear and he knew she was close.

His eyes shot open and he ran his gaze over her dilated pupils and flushed chest. "You're gonna regret teasing me," he breathed into her ear as he bolted upright.

One solid arm banded around her waist, holding her to him, and the other tightly grasped the top of her ribcage, thumb stroking the smooth, sensitive skin there. Her hand was trapped between their bodies, unable to move further down to get her over the edge and unable to pull it back. He slid a hand up her back and into her hair, tangling his fingers in the long, silky strands. He twisted her head to the side and leaned in, laving wet, open mouthed kissed on her neck listening to her soft gasps and moans. Her free hand dug into his shoulder, bunching the soft, grey fabric in a fist.

Leaning up to plant kisses at his jaw, she whispered back playfully, a naughty glint in her eye, "Are you gonna punish me, Captain?"

By the untamed look in his eye, she could tell he was just barely holding on to the last fraying threads of control. She shifted back on his thighs slightly, making space between them, and pulled her hand out from between her thighs. She looked him in the eye and brought her hand up. She could see the wetness of her juices glistening on her fingers, no doubt he could see the same thing. Slowly, she inched her fingers to her lips, knowing it drive him wild.

And it did.

His hand shot out, grabbing her wrist in an iron-hard grip, as he flipped them over with a feral growl.

The sudden movement forced a shocked squeal from her lips as she landed on her back with a bounce. Anita lovedwhen he got like this- she was the only person who saw Captain America without his perfect manners and respectful words. She knew exactly how to push his buttons until he was a dirty-talking, swearing soldier who knew how to fuck her hard and rough.

In the beginning, he'd always apologize, begging her forgiveness for losing control and leaving bruises all over her body, but he quickly ;earned how much she liked it. Now he made no excuses and no apologies.

He knelt between her legs, still holding her wrist between them. His broad shoulders blocked out whatever was left of the evening light. Leaning forward, he brought his face closer to hers until she could see his face. It sent her heart beating erratically. Thiswas what she'd been waiting for.

"You really should have quit while you were ahead, Agent," He growled, voice dark and rough from her teasing. Her stomach flipped at the promise in his tone, sending another gush of wetness between her thighs. She was completely at his mercy now, thighs draped over his knees, wide open for him to see and smellher arousal.

Before her eyes fell shut in anticipation, the last thing Anita saw was an utterly filthysmirk creeping across his lips as he sat back on his sat on his haunches and let his gaze run down her splayed body.

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