Your whole body is shaking. Every single moment with David, rushes through your mind. You can almost feel his punches. And it feels like bruises are forming all over your body.

– Hey.. Hey… I’m here! He’s gone. He’ll never touch you again. He won’t even look at you.

Rumlow brushes your hair away from your face, then he wipes away a few of your tears with his thumb. You look at him. His hazel brown eyes, looking at you with so much compassion and…. Is it hurt you see? Does it hurt him to see you like this? And here you were, thinking that he was dark and mysterious all the time.

– Let’s go home. I’ll order food. We don’t have to go out tonight.

He almost lifts you up. Your whole body hurts. You know it’s not real. But the trauma’s still there. And when stuff like this is happening. It’s like your whole body goes back to the apartment in Chicago, with David.

– I’ve got you. I won’t let you go. Fuck I won’t let you out of my sight. EVER again!

You let him steady you. It feels safe to have his arm around you. He knows his way around guns. That’s for sure. That red dot over Thomas’ heart, didn’t move an inch. Steady hands. Real steady.

Rumlow gets you down to the garage, and helps you into the car. Then he almost runs over to his side of the car. It’s almost like he don’t want you to be alone for one second. When the car drives away from the SHIELD building you sigh relieved. Rumlow doesn’t say anything, but he looks over at you.

– Are you sure you’re OK? Say the word, and I’ll kill him!

You shake your head. Look down on your hands. No bruises, no broken fingers. Nothing. Just the feeling. You sigh again.

– Are you hungry?

You try to figure out if you are. But all you can feel is the imaginary bruises and broken bones. Rumlow lifts his hand and moves it towards you. Then he stops. You look at him. Try to give him a smile, but it feels more like a grimace.

– It’s OK, YN! Everything will be OK! I’m here!

– Thank you….

– No need to thank me. It’s my job to protect my girl!

– I…. I’m your girl?

– I thought I made that part pretty clear. You’re mine! And not in a bad way.

You look over at him. God, he is so beautiful. Even more now than when you first saw him. If that’s even possible. Your stomach growls..

– Ehhe.. Sounds like I am kinda hungry..

– Great me too. How do you feel about Italian?

– As long as it’s food, I’m good.

Before you know it, you’re back home. Rumlow parks the car, and as usual, he comes over to your side, opens the door for you, and helps you out. After he makes sure the car is securely locked. He guides you up to his apartment. Places you on his couch, and hands you a drink. You take the drink, but you don’t drink it. You just look at it.

– Drink it! It’s No funny business! It’ll make you feel better. I’ll change into something a little more comfortable, and then I’ll order food.

You look up at him.

– Are you going to take a shower?

He looks back at you, smiling.

– I wasn’t thinking about it, until just now. You want to join me?

You nod. Then he offers his hand. You take it. His touch is sensual. Not dominant at all. You follow him into the bathroom, and you let him undress you. Carefully, he removes one garment at a time. Taking his time, touching every inch of your body, caressing it. Making all the pain go away. His eyes on yours the whole time. His lips against yours. Soft, slow, warm.

When the warm water hits your bodies, it’s almost like you are one. The whole experience is so intense. That you are unsure where you end and he begins. Even though you don’t have sex. He isn’t even trying. He just caresses your whole body, in a way no man has ever done before. The way he kisses your shoulders. Carefully, tender. How his hand brushes over your hair from time to time. His thumb over your lips. And his eyes looking into yours. THIS is where you want to be. THIS is where you NEED to be right now. It feels right, safe. You feel home, at peace.

When you’re done in the shower, you dry off. And then you go to get some new clothes. You search your bag, but you can’t find anything that says «slow night on the couch with Italian food». Rumlow looks at you. Towel around you. Then he tosses you one of his shirts. You catch it. Look at him.

– Here you go. Put that on! I think you will look amazingly sexy in that particular shirt..

You lift up the shirt. Look at it. The shirt itself is black, like most of his clothes are. Except for a white logo on the front. Something about fighting. Rumlow looks at you.

– Oh. Yeah.. It’s where the agents go to work out. Bad ass place. Wear that outside, and no one will dare to mess with you.

You pull the shirt over your head, and Rumlow makes his way over to you. Wearing his loose grey sweatpants. His bare upper body gets your attention. His abs. The distinct V shape disappearing into his sweatpants. This whole guy is nothing but muscle. How is it possible to look so fucking good?

Rumlow lets his hands rest on your hips. Before he leans down and plants a soft warm kiss on your lips.

– Me on the other hand. I might mess with you a little.

Another kiss, followed by a smile. Then both your stomachs growls at the same time. You look up at him. He isn’t that much taller than you, but he’s tall enough, so that you have to look up, to see into his eyes.

– If it’s fine with you. I’ll take the food before that other part you have in mind. Thanks, Brock.. For everything..

He looks at you again.

– Do you have any idea how sexy you are, when you call me Brock?

When you’re finally done laughing, you look at each other for a while. Before Rumlow gets to his feet, fixes his clothing, and the offers you a hand. You take it, and he helps you up from the floor.

– I think lunchtime is over. I’m sorry for keeping you. But I could maybe take you out for dinner after work?

You look at him. Is he asking you out on a date? Should you say yes?

– Ehhe… Won’t people see us together then?

He smiles at you, and plants a soft kiss on your lips.

– That is a definite possibility, yes!

You look down at the floor. You don’t know if you want people to see you together. How will your Co-workers react if they find out that you’re having dinner with the boss?

– I’m not sure if I’m ready for that, Brock. I mean…. I’m new, and you…. You are….

– Your boss…. Well, guess I’ll have to fire you then..

He says it in a serious tone, but he is smiling to you, so you know that he is messing with you.

– You heard what Rollins said, YN. This is SHIELD! Everybody knows everything. I’m not embarrassed, and you shouldn’t be either.

You clear your throat.

– Everything?

– Well, not everything, everything. But they know, YN. But they know better than to get up in my business. And if anyone is giving you a hard time for this…

He looks at you. You look back. God, those eyes…

– …..I’ll fire them!

You let out a small laugh.

– Don’t do that. I told you, that I don’t want any special treatment.

He puts his arms around you, pulls you close and starts to kiss your neck. You lean you head back.

– Really? Nothing? Not one single special thing….

You’re already almost incapable of speaking.

– W….Well….. Maybe just…. Just this…

He kisses you. Lets his tongue dance around with yours. Your legs feels like gello under you, so you let his strong arms hold you up. When he breaks the kiss, you are almost out of breath.

– So, Dinner after work then? I know the perfect place.

Oh fuck it. Let him take the lead once again. If he wants to have dinner with you. You’ll go and have dinner.

– It’s a date. Meet at the car?

– Come to my office. I’ll walk you out. And I’ll even give you your new keycard. Now, I think it’s time to go back to work.

He walks over to his door, and opens it for you. When you exit his office, he lets his hand gently brush over yours.

———————————–

The rest of the day flies by. When it’s time for you to leave for the day, Thomas comes over to you. Lifting up his keycard.

– Time for operation stealth!

You look down. How the hell are you going to tell him, that you are going to meet Rumlow after office hours. You open your mouth to say something. But then a deep manly voice comes from the office door.

– YN!

You recognise the voice from Rumlows office earlier. What is Rollins doing here, and what does he want with you? You turn around. Thomas looks at Rollins, and then back at you.

– Wow, you just know every agent in this building don’t you?

– Ehhhe.. I don’t know him…

Rollins lifts your new keycard up.

– Rumlow wanted me to give you this! He had to take care of something in Pierce’s office. But he said he’ll be right back.

You walk over to Rollins. Take the new keycard he gives you. And he offers his hand. You take it.

– Jack Rollins!

– YN YLN!

Rollins gives you a sharp nod, glances at Thomas for a second, and then he leaves. You are about to open the door, when Thomas speaks behind you.

– Did you tell them that I helped you?

His voice isn’t the normal nice and friendly tone. Infact he sounds angry, and it makes you nervous.

– I didn’t tell them anything, Thomas. Mr. Rumlow just issued me a new keycard, that’s all.

– He didn’t ask how you got up here without a card?

You swallow. This is getting really uncomfortable. You want to get out from the office floor. You reach for the door handle, but Thomas pushes your hand away.

– NO! You’re not leaving until you tell me what you told them about me!

– I didn’t tell him anything. He just knew. He knew that you helped me.

Thomas looks at you. His eyes reminds you of Davids when he got angry. You swallow again. Again you try and reach for the door handle. But this time Thomas pins your hand to the wall. You try to break free, but Thomas is strong. You can feel tears start to form behind your eyes.

– Do you know how much trouble I can get in for this??!??

You look down on his hand, pinning your arm to the wall. Then you look back up at him. You are so pumped full of adrenaline that you don’t realise it at first. But then you see it. A small red dot, right over his heart. Is someone aiming a gun at him? Then you hear a familiar voice from the other side of the office.

– Do YOU know how much trouble you get in if you assault female colleagues? Let the lady go, or I swear I’ll empty my magazine in you!

Thomas looks down on the red dot over his heart. Then he looks back at you.

– Nice, when you have friends with big guns, huh? You’re fucking him aren’t you? Slut!

Then he lets go of your hand. Rumlow makes his way over to you, with two other agents in tow. Rollins being one of them. Rumlow looks at Thomas.

– Get this fucking loser out of my face… Oh, and yeah. You’re fired! I don’t ever want to fucking see you again!

Rollins and the other agent take Thomas and leaves. You fall to the floor. Rumlow sits down text to you, holds you….

You jump. Fuck, shit. What do you do now? Rumlow gets you up on your feet, and gestures for you to get under his desk. The desk is massive, and easy to hide under. But you feel stupid. Hide under the fucking desk? Why can’t he just say that he had a chat with you? You do work here after all.

Another knock, harder this time.

– Rumlow, are you in there?

A deep, manly voice. Probably one of the other agents. You reluctantly get under the desk. Rumlow sits down in his chair. Not bothering to put his dick back in his pants. He just slides the chair as close to the desk as possible. Oh, so that’s why he wanted you under his desk. He clears his throat.

– Yeah, Rollins. Come on in!

You can hear the door opening and closing. And then footsteps. Yep, definitely another agent. You can hear it on the firm determent footsteps they all have.

– What do you want, Rollins? I’m really busy right now!

You look at his dick. And you wonder how long it will stand up like this. Is he turned on by you sitting under his desk. Him knowing that you study it. Standing proud, a little to the right. Fuck, that Rollins guy. God, how you want to taste him.

– We’re missing the paperwork for last week. Pierce is giving me a hard time and fucking Adwell won’t listen!

– Get Pierce to go to him directly…

You can’t hold the urge to taste him back anymore. You give him a slow lick from base to tip. He clears his throat again.

– …. He will fucking listen then.

Rumlow puts his right hand on his thigh. Points his index finger at you, and moves it back and forth. Telling you to stop. You smile. He wanted you under this fucking desk. What did he think you were going to do?

– It’s not my fucking job to tell Pierce to talk to your subordinates!

Again you let your tongue slide over him, before you close your lips over his tip, swirling your tongue around.

– Aaaa.. Fuck

You hear him say. And you can’t help but smile. Let’s hope Rollins stays for a while, so you can have some more fun. Now you are in total control for a change. As long as you keep it hard as a rock, he won’t get it back in his pants either. The thought makes you smile.

– What the fuck is wrong with you these days Rumlow? Adwell should be fired. He can’t do his job, and you fucking know that.

– Fuck, Rollins. I have a splitting fucking headache. I can’t deal with stupid fucking Adwell today.

You almost let out a laugh. He is so desperate to have Rollins leave his office. Then you once again close your lips around him, but this time, you go as far down as you manage. Rumlow leans back in his chair. Puts his hands on his head.

– Aaaa.. FUCK!

– Wish I had headaches like yours. Sounds like you’re getting one hell of a fucking blow job!

– Get the fuck out of my office, Rollins. Go and do something useful. Go and fire Adwell if you fucking want to.

You can hear Rollins walk towards the door. And him opening it. But then he stops.

– Hey, Rumlow. Beers tonight? The usual place?

Rumlow doesn’t answer. You give him another slow lick from base to tip.

– You can maybe bring that cute new girl that you like so much.. Dixon said you had an elevator ride with her the other day.

You stop! Is he talking about you? He likes you? How many other girls does he take elevator rides with?

– I was taking her down to the garage. She needed a car. She is SHIELD after all.

Ok, so he is talking about you. What? Do you like him? This is getting weird.

– Pfft.. Showing her a car.. Dixon said…

Rumlow shifts in the chair. You close your fist around him, and start to carefully stroke up and down.

– Fucking Dixon couldn’t keep his mouth shut if you fucking duck taped it!

Rollins walks halfway out of the office. Then he turns around.

– Fucking headache my ass!

– I’ll whack my headache up your fucking ass, if you don’t leave my fucking office!

You can almost hear people stopping out in the hall. Then Rollins slams the door shut.

Rumlow pushes his chair away from the desk, and looks down on you. You desperately hold in your laugh.

– So you wanted it that bad, huh?

You can’t hold it in anymore, you laugh until you cry, and both your stomach and your chin hurts.

– You think that this was funny?

He looks at you. Not angry, but definitely dominant. He is going to take back the control you had.

– You think that was funny?

– It was you who put me under there with your dick up in my face.

He once again takes a hold of your hair. Not hard, but hard enough for you to understand that you lost the control you had, when you were under the desk.

– Suck it, then.

– But.. The door?

He looks at you, and smiles. It looks like he is holding in a laugh.

– It could be a little bit hard to suck the door. But, hey. I’m not going to stop you if you want to give it a try.

Then he breaks out in laughter. And you laugh with him. You’ve never seen him laugh before. He is usually his hard self. Very little emotion shows in his face. So this is a welcomed change in him..

You get up on your feet again.

– This isn’t funny, Brock! It’s my second day at work, and I already messed up!

He takes a step towards you. Looks down at you. You can feel the tension in the air. He is planning something.

– I didn’t say it was funny. I offered to look for it. But.. If you don’t want to…

He turns around. You grab his arm to stop him. Surprisingly he stops, and turns towards you again. Smiling at you.

– Oh, so you do want to…

– I… I thought that… You said… That.. At work I was your employee. And at home..

He takes a hold of your neck. It doesn’t hurt, but the grip is firm. His other hand glides up your collar bone and up to your chin. He lifts your face and kisses you.

– Nothing wrong with punishing an employee. Especially when she just lost her Keycard. That goes against company rules, and it’s my job, as your boss, to teach you to follow the rules.

You swallow. He moves his lips down to your neck. A soft moan escapes you.

– Brock.. Did… Did you lock the door?

He looks at you again. Gives you a teasing smile..

– You know. I think I forgot that. Let’s hope no one comes rushing in.

He lets his hand slide up your thigh under your skirt. You’re shivering. The fact that the door isn’t locked turns you on. Then his fingers slide over your underwear, before he pulls it aside and teases your entrance. You lean your head on his shoulder.

– Company rules are there for a reason, you know. At SHIELD we take security very seriously.

– Bro… Brock.. You have to lock the door..

He laughs a little into your ear. His breath on you makes the spot between your legs throb. Of course he feels that. And he lets out another little laugh.

– Feels like it turns you on. Most people knock before they enter…

He slips one finger inside you.

– Fuck.. Mo….Most people?

He looks into your eyes. As he gently moves his finger around inside you.

– Yeah.. It’s just when something serious is happening, or when Alexander decides to pay me a visit… They storm in. So we’re probably safe…

– Probably?

He leans down again, and whisper in your ear..

– Shut up!

Another finger inside. You grab his hips to steady yourself. Your legs are shaking.

– You know, YN. I can’t find your keycard. Maybe I should have a closer look…

He guides you over to his desk. Stops in front of it. Kisses you, as he pushes you against the desk.

– Remember what I told you about this desk?

You nod. Another kiss. His hand takes a hold of your hair.

– What, did I tell you? What would happen, if you didn’t follow the rules?

– You… You said that….

His hold of your hair tightens. Another moan escapes you.

– I said what?

– Please, Brock. Cut the crap. Just do it already.

He tilts his head, looks at you. Another teasing smile.

– Down on your knees.

You don’t move. He keeps his eyes on yours. Before he pushes you down on your knees, maintaining eye contact. You look up at him. He just stands there. Looking down at you. What does he want you to do.

– Yes? Open it. It’s not gonna jump out on it’s own.

He says while gently pushing your head against his bulge to show you what he means. You slowly let your hands slide up his legs. You stop for a second when your hands slide over his guns.

– Keep going. You’re not going to suck my guns are you?

You shake your head a little. Then you continue to let your hands slide upwards. You let them glide over his erection outside his pants before you start to unbuckle him.

– Good girl. Now, look at me as I’m fucking your throat.

Your eyes move towards the door. He takes a hold of your chin, and move your face back towards him.

– I said look at me. I want to look into your beautiful eyes.

He lets his thumb slide over your lips. Parting them. Fuck. What if someone comes in. What the hell do you do then? He guides your face towards his cock. He still has a hold of your hair. You open your mouth.

– No! Not yet! Stay still! Keep those eyes on me!

He rubs the tip of his cock on your lips. As he looks you in the eyes.

– Fucking beautiful! Lick it!

You must look like a question mark. He tightens his grip on your hair.

– Stick out your fucking tongue.. Lick it!

What the fuck is he doing? How long is he going to keep this up? Is he teasing you because of the door? What if someone enters while you sit here on the floor sucking your boss’ dick?

– I. Said. Lick. It!

You do as you´re told. Let your tongue glide over his cock. He groans.

– Fuck! Fucking perfect. You beautiful girl. Keep going. Yes!

All you want to do is grab it, and suck it. But you know that he would probably just yank you away. So you keep doing what he told you to do. And you keep your eyes on him. It looks like he wants the same as you. But he doesn’t move a muscle. He has a willpower unlike anything you have ever seen before.

– Now. Open your mouth. I want to feel your lips around me.

You look up at him relieved. Finally. You open your mouth, ready for him to fill your mouth….

Then there’s a knock on the door….

Thomas gets you both up to your floor and into the office floor without anyone noticing that you don’t have your card. You sit down at your computer, and start to work. You try to concentrate, but it’s almost impossible. You are sure, so sure that you did put the keycard in your purse this morning. But you had your purse with you the entire time, could it be in the car?

When it’s lunchtime, you go and knock on Rumlows door.

– Come in!

He says from inside. You open the door, and take a deep breath. How is he going to react to you losing your card? What are you going to say? You step inside, and close the door behind you.

– YN! What can I do for you?

Argh.. Perfect, he is in boss mode.

– Why are you still standing over there? Sit down! Something wrong?

You walk over to the chair in front of his desk. You sit down, look at him. How do you address him at work? Brock? Rumlow? Mr. Rumlow? You have no idea.

– Ehhe.. Mr. Rumlow.. I… I…

He smiles. Tilts his head a little.

– Mr. Rumlow? What am I? Your fucking dad?

You look down. Suddenly very aware that you are actually fucking your boss.

– Brock is fine YN! I kinda like that you use my name. Everyone else in this place is so fucking proper!

– Well.. Brock! I… I can’t find my keycard. I’m sure that I put it my purse this morning. But it’s not there. And I….

He looks at you. He doesn’t look angry, but you can never tell with him.

– How did you get up here, without it?

Oh fuck. You really don’t want Thomas to get trouble. He is nice to you, and he did help you this morning. You don’t have to say anything.

– Thomas helped you, didn’t he? I know he’s new. But the rules says that you do not use any other keycards than your own. It’s for security reasons. Why didn’t you come to me?

– I don’t know. He offered to help. Maybe I was scared to tell you..

He gets up. Comes over to you. Puts his hands on your shoulders. Massaging them.

– It’s probably in the car. If you’re sure you brought it with you this morning.

– I’m pretty sure I did. But after last night…

He gets the car keys out of his pocket. Throws them up in the air and then catches them again.

– Well, let’s take a look, shall we?

You walk with him down to the garage. It’s weird to be around him at work. Everyone is looking at you. You can almost feel their eyes burning into your back, when you pass them. Especially the women. Is everybody intoxicated by him?

You both search through the car. Under the seats, the glove compartment, everything. But it’s not there. Your frustration is showing.

– Hey, YN. I’ll get you a new one. And you won’t have to go to Thomas for help. You know what I think about him.

– He is nice, Brock.

– Nice? He just want to get into your pants!

His voice almost angry. Is he jealous?

– Are you jealous, Brock?

He looks at you. His eyes penetrates you. How is it possible to capture you like this, using only his eyes?

– Jealous? Why the fuck would I be jealous? You’re mine!

– It just sounded like you were.

You say it with a little smirk. You can’t help but to play games with him. He isn’t the only one who is testing the limits here. His eyes again, it’s like they swallow your soul. He takes a couple of steps towards you. Once again you look down on his gear. And he smiles as usual.

– I think I’m gonna need a little talk with you in my office!

He let’s his fingers gently brush over yours, before he turns around, and marches back to the elevator. You follow. A little behind him. You studie his back, his behind, the vains in his arms, the gear he is wearing. God, you could take him right here. Fuck, what is wrong with you? You’re at work, and on top of that he’s your boss.

You get back up on your floor. When you reach his door. He turns towards you. Oh, great. Boss Brock!

– YN? Can I have a few words?

You swallow. Ok. Not Brock. Do not call him Brock!

– Sure. Mr.Rumlow!

He gives you a little smile, that only you notice, before he opens the door to his office, and lets you inside. He follows closely behind, and closes the door behind you.

– Sit down!

He commands! You walk over to the same chair you sat in before you went downstairs.

– Not on the fucking chair!

You turn around. Look at him. Is he mad at you? He points at the floor in front of him.

– There! On your knees!

You slowly make your way over to him. You stand in front of him for a split second, before you slowly get down on your knees. He takes a soft hold of your chin, and tilts your head, so you look into his eyes.

– So, you lost your keycard?

– I…I didn’t lose it, Brock. It’s probably home… At your place.

He looks at you, lets his tongue glide over his lips.

– Remember what we did in the car?

You nod, then you swallow. Where is he going with this? You don’t even know if he’s mad at you or not. Is he your boss right now, or something else?

– Maybe it’s inside you! Want me to look for it?