Dixon drives in silence for a while. You look at him from time to time. But you don’t say anything. He’ll probably get in trouble if he tells you. If this mission is on a need to know basis, you probably shouldn’t pry too much.

When you reach the SHIELD building, and Dixon drives the car into the garage. He looks at you.

– Listen, YN. I know that you want me to tell you. The thing is, I can’t. This mission is on..

You sigh. And clear your throat.

– A need to know basis. And I don’t need to know!

Dixon parks the car, and gives you a little smile.

– Just do your work, YN. Rumlow’ll be back before you know it!

You grab your purse and reach for the door handle.

– I hope you’re right!

You both exit the car, and walk towards the elevator together. No need to split up. Everybody knows about your relationship with Rumlow anyway. And this Dixon guy is kinda like a bodyguard.

When you walk into the office floor, you feel everybody looking at you. You feel a little uncomfortable about it, but you can’t blame them either. You would probably have reacted the exact same way. You try not to look at them, and to just do your work. Shut off your head, and go into work mode. And strangely it kinda works.

When it’s time for lunch, you stay behind. You’re not really hungry, you feel that the others are kinda scared to talk to you. And you don’t want to sit alone in the break room all through lunch. When you’re alone on the office floor, you finally feel that you can breathe again. This shutting off your head thing was harder on you than you thought. And on top of not sleeping well… God, you feel exhausted.

Lunch break flies by, and soon the office floor is packed with people again. You put your headset back on, and go back to work. Constantly checking the time, to see when you can go back home.

Suddenly your screen freeze up. You try everything to get it to work again. But nothing is working. You can’t even turn your computer off. You reluctantly turn to the person sitting next to you, to ask for help.

– I’m sorry. My screen just froze, and I don’t know what’s wrong.

The girl next to you looks at your screen. Then she looks at you. And pushes her chair as far away from you as she can get. Looks at you with fear in her face. You don’t understand anything, and you feel the ice cold feeling of fear, taking over your entire body.

– What is this? If you know, please tell me!!

The girl just looks at you. Others are starting to look at you as well. You want to stand up, but it’s like you’re glued to your chair.

– WHAT IS HAPPENING??!!?? TELL ME!!

Finally the girl opens her mouth. Her words feels like echoes in your head.

– Oh, you’ll find out, YN! Your card has been flagged.

– Flagged? What does that even mean?

Your voice now full of fear. Why is your card flagged? And what does this mean for you?

The girl pushes her chair even farther away from you.

– I want nothing to do with this! Please don’t talk to me!

You swallow. This is insane. This girl won’t even talk to you. That means something is seriously wrong. Scary wrong. You look back at your screen. Still frozen. What the hell is happening here? You lift your hands up to your face. They’re shaking. You put your hands over your face, and you realise you’re crying. You’ve never been this scared in your whole life. Not even with David.

The door to the office floor opens, and four agents come over to your station. The office floor is dead quiet, you can hear them walk all the way over to you. Two of them stands behind you, and you have one on each side of your chair. They’re surrounding you! Do they think you’re going to make a run for it? And why do they think that? You try to calm your breathing down, but it’s impossible.

– Miss. Please vacate your station!

You slowly manage to get up from your chair. Two of the agents takes a hold of your arms, one on each side of you. And then, all four of them escorts you out from the office floor. You can feel your Co-Workers eyes burning into your back as you exit. You feel nauseous, dizzy, confused as hell and scared out of your mind.

They’re not letting go of you. It doesn’t hurt. But you’re so scared that it actually feels like their fingers are digging into your arms. They escort you to an elevator, and the elevator starts to go up. The only person who’s office is above the office floor where you work, is Alexander Pierce. If they’re taking you to see him, then this must be extremely serious.

– Wh… What is happening?

You feel like you’re screaming. But you know you’re not. Everything is just magnifying in this situation. You feel like your head is about to explode. Tears still rolling down your face. No one is answering. The four agents don’t say a single word. Not to each other, and not to you.

The elevator comes to a stop, and you enter a big office, with a desk by the window, and a magnificent view over the City. Not that you’re here to take in the view. The agents escorts you over to the desk. The guy behind it has his back against you. Looking out the window. He looks older, even from behind. He has some grey in his hair, and kinda an old fashioned suite. You already know that this is Alexander Pierce. You swallow.

Alexander slowly turns around. Looks at you. You try to meet his eyes. But you’re to scared. You almost feel that he’s got lazer eyes, and that he will set you on fire, if you look directly at them.

– Please, sit down, Miss. YLN!

One of the agents gets a chair for you, and pushes it against the back of your knees, so you have to sit down. He’s not using force. But still. You feel that something terrible is about to happen.

Alexander looks at you. Clears his throat, and rests his hands on the desk.

– Miss. YLN. Can you tell me, where you were 10.27pm last night?

What?

– I… I was at home. I.. I couldn’t sleep, so I watched some TV, and eventually fell asleep on the couch? Dixon was outside my door all night! He knows I didn’t leave!

Alexander looks at you, searching your face.

– There are other ways to leave the apartment, without being noticed by guards!

– You think I snuck out??

Your voice almost angry. You know that’s probably not a good idea. But this is just too much.

– Call, Brock! He’ll vouch for me. He knows me!

Alexander lets his fingers drum on the desk.

– You might have managed to wrap Rumlow around your finger, and have him eating out of the palm of your hand. But Miss. You certainly won’t fool me!

Although you knew that he was going to leave, seeing him get into the car, with Rollins and two other agents, hurts. You said your goodbyes upstairs. You didn’t want to cry in front of everybody. And tears is already rolling down your cheeks, even before the black SUV drives off.

You stay by the window for a while. Looking out. You can’t see any agents. But maybe they go civilian. You look over the street, into your apartment. Or, well. Not into it, because the drapes are closed. You haven’t been there since the break in. And Rumlow did say our place. Our place?

You go and sit on the couch, turn the TV on. It’s weird not having him beside you. Not having his arm around you. You always feel so safe when he’s around. And now he’s out on a mission, you know nothing about. You don’t even know where he is.

You try to focus on the TV. But nothing is worth watching, and after all the crying and thinking you’re starting to get tired. So you hit the shower, and then you go to bed. The bed feels bigger without him there. And you can’t sleep. You look at the gun on the nightstand. Why did he leave that gun with you? Are you in danger?

You try to take your eyes off the gun, but you can’t do it. You turn around and try to go to sleep again. But it’s like the gun is looking at you. Talking to you. «You can use me to kill people you know?» «You know Rumlow left me here for a reason» «He knows something, you’ll be needing me»

– OH, SHUT UP!!

You yell at the gun, while you open the drawer on the nightstand, showing the gun down in it, and then close it. You feel like you’re going insane.

You roll over to the other side of the bed, as far away from the gun as possible. His pillow smells like him. You hug it close, but still you can’t sleep.

Arrrg.. Screw the fucking gun. You grab a blanket from the bed, the pillow that smells like him, and then you go to the couch to sleep there. You close the bedroom door as you leave the room.

It’s not exactly a couch to sleep on. It’s big enough so that you can lie down, but it’s not the softest, and not the deepest either. After tossing and turning for hours, you eventually fall asleep.

——————————————

You are ripped out of your sleep by loud bangs on the door. You sit up on the couch. Look around. It’s already sunny outside. You look at the time. Shit! You overslept! You quickly cover yourself with the blanket and go to open the door.

A big guy stands outside. Uniform and all. You recognise him as the guy Rumlow told to take another elevator, your first day at work.

– Hi, mam! I’m supposed to take you to work.

He looks at the blanket around you.

– But it looks like you’re not ready yet. I’ll wait right here.

You look back at him. Not ready is an understatement. You’re barley awake.

– Um.. err.. Do you want some coffee or anything while you wait?

The guy sits down on a chair next to the door. Lifts up a cup of coffee.

– No thanks, mam. I’m all set!

You close the door again. And hurry into the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee while you get dressed. You hurry as best as you can, you’re already late. Rumlow usually wakes you up. And you forgot to set your alarm the other night.

You put your make up into your purse. You can put it on in the car. Don’t waste anymore time, YN. Hurry up.

When you step out of the apartment, your head is working like crazy. Did you remember this and that. You reach inside your purse, as you lock the door with the other hand. Keycard is there, make up is there.

– Sorry, I overslept. Now we can go!

The guy gets up. Offers his hand.

– Agent Dixon!

You shake his hand. Dixon. That guy who couldn’t keep his mouth shut even if you duck taped it. This should be a funny ride to work.

– YN!

Out in the car, you grab your make up right away. Start to put it on.

– So, you feel at home with SHIELD?

You turn towards Dixon. You must look stupid. Eyeliner and mascara on one eye, nothing og the other.

– Err.. Yeah. People are nice.

– Good!

This feel weird. You hate these kind of conversations. When people just asks random questions about the weather and stuff, to keep it from getting silent. But then again, you also hate uncomfortable silences.

– How long have you been working there?

Wow, you can sorta do this small talk too. Keep it up, YN. I’m sure this will invoke new friendships. Stupid! That’s what it is!

– My entire career. I usually work domestic though. I have a wife and two wonderful kids.

– Oh. Kids.. Wow. That must be tough. Putting yourself in dangerous situations, when you have a family to support.

You don’t really know if it’s a question or a statement. But you are afraid, that Rumlow is going to get hurt.

– Well, we usually know how to handle situations. Like for instance, if someone’s pointing a gun at you, keep eye contact, and keep the conversation going. It makes them nervous, and gives you room, to ether get away or overpower them.

You finish putting your make up on, and then look at Dixon again. If someone’s pointing a gun at you? You remember the gun in the nightstand, and swallow.

– Don’t worry, YN. SHIELD is the safest place to be.

– Yeah? Like my apartment was? That was still broken into!

Dixon looks at you. Something in his look makes you feel ice cold inside. He knows something about your apartment. You can’t put your finger on it. But he knows something. You remember what Rumlow said to Rollins about Dixon. «Dixon couldn’t keep his mouth shut if you fucking duck taped it!». Maybe you should ask what he knows. Do you want to know?

– Do you know something about my apartment? Do you guys know who did it? Is this connected to this mission, Brock’s on?

Dixon looks at you. Opens his mouth, but closes it again.

– Brock?

– Err.. Mr.Rumlow!

Dixon smiles at you.

– That’s his first name? I’ve only known him by last name. We always use last names. I even introduce myself by my last name.

He’s obviously trying to distract the conversation in another direction. Which means that he knows something. And you want to know what it is. If this mission Rumlow’s on has something to do with you, you have to know.

– You know something! Do you know how it feels to have your apartment broken into like that? To see the door kicked off it’s henches? They even cut open my couch cushions!

Dixon looks at you again. It looks like he wants to tell you. But he probably got orders not to tell. Ether from Rumlow, or that Pierce guy.

– My first name is Marcus!

Still trying to derail the conversation. You have to be more persistent if you want him to tell you.

Rumlow places a soft kiss on your forehead. Then he puts his forehead against yours and looks into your eyes. Takes a breath. It’s like he doesn’t know what to say. Is he afraid he’ll scare you? It’s probably dangerous. What if something happens to him?

– Not more so, than any other mission I’ve been on.

You look at him. What does that mean? Is he trying to let you down easy?

– What kind of mission is it?

He kisses your lips. Gentle and soft. Is he scared he won’t return to you, or that he’ll end up in a hospital, or worse, a coffin?

– Some employees are selling classified information. I have to clean it up. Find them, and stop them.

– Who is it?

– I’m not allowed to tell you, YN. This mission is on a need to know basis. And..

– I don’t need to know….

You take your eyes away from him, try to make that burning feeling behind them go away. He pulls you close to him, hugs you. You take in his scent. So safe…

– Hey. I know how to handle myself. I’ve been in worse situations than this. I’m more worried about you. That’s why I put a team of agents on you. To protect you.

You look at him. A whole team of agents? Are they going to live with you? Are you going to live in his apartment, with a whole bunch of guys you don’t know? How is that safe?

– Don’t worry, you probably won’t even notice them. They’ll be stationed outside the building all day, and outside the door at night time. It’s just so that I can protect you, even if I’m not there myself.

You sit up. You’re not used to being treated this way. And although Rumlow feels safe, the situation is something that feels unsafe to you. And you don’t know how to respond.

– YN? I don’t want to leave. I tried to get out of it. But there’s no one else. I’ll try to get back as soon as possible.

He puts hin hand on your back. Sits up as well, and gives you a hug. You look at him again. Force a smile.

– Where are you going? Where is this mission?

You reach for your bra on the floor. Try not to look at him. Force your tears back. His hand still rests on your back. Like he doesn’t want to let go of you.

– I can’t tell you, YN! I want to but..

– I don’t need to know…

You put your bra back on. And then the rest of your clothes. He does the same. You don’t say anything. When you’re both fully dressed again, you walk towards the door. Rumlow steps in front of you. Stops you. You look up at him.

– Brock, I should really get back to work.

He gently grabs your face, just like he did out in the hall before. Only this time he’s not wearing his gloves.

– Lets go home, YN. Spend some time together before I leave.

– I have to work, Brock. It’s bad enough everybody knows about us. If I don’t show up at work, it’ll be even worse.

He kisses you. Soft, caring, deep, intense. You feel it in your entire body. When he breaks the kiss, you gasp for air. Like you were drowning in his kiss. He looks at you again. His eyes almost pleading you.

– Please, YN! For me…

This is a whole new side to him. You never knew he could be this soft. But you like it. You really, really like it. You lean into him, and kiss him.

– OK, Brock! Let’s go home!

———————————————-

When you enter the apartment, back home. Rumlow starts to pack a bag right away. You follow him with your eyes, looking at him, putting different stuff into his bag. Guns, more knifes, some papers.

– Do you always pack that many guns, when you go out on missions?

Your voice is shaking. Although you find him extremely sexy with those guns, you’ve never actually thought of or seen him actually use one. And the thought of him being in a real gunfight, scares the hell out of you.

Rumlow stops what he’s doing and turns towards you. It’s like he wants to give you his whole attention when he’s talking to you. Or is he going to tell you something important, and he needs your full attention?

– Usually I pack one more. YN! I have to show you something. Come here!

You follow him into the bedroom, over to the nightstand, and there he stops. You stop a couple of steps behind him. He looks at you. This is serious stuff. Is he going to tell you to contact someone or do something if he doesn’t return?

– Have you ever used a gun before, YN?

You swallow. Have you ever used a gun? Why would you ever do that? You haven’t even held one.

– Ehhe. No, not really.

Rumlow opens the drawer on the nightstand, and takes out a gun. Similar to the ones he always have in the holsters on his thighs. He looks at the gun for a second, before he gives it to you. You don’t know what else to do, so you take it. It’s not heavy at all. Your guess is that it weighs maybe 600-700 grams. It feels weird to hold it.

– This is a Glock 17. Easy to use! I’m gonna leave this here with you. You’re free to use it if you need to.

Rumlow walks up behind you. Shows you how to hold the gun properly. Guides your hands around the gun, telling you what all the different stuff is.

– Remember to take the safety off. There. Easy and quick to do. Right here, you release the magazine. And you put it in like this. Fast and easy.

Does he actually think you have to use this thing? And why does he think that? Does he think someone will come after you? What is this mission he’s going on?

– It’s just for extra protection, YN. You probably won’t need it. I just want you to be safe. I want you to be able to protect yourself. Don’t be afraid of it. If you’re afraid to use it, you’ll hesitate. And that is something you never do. Don’t ever hesitate. Shoot first, ask questions later.

He lets go of your hands. Lets you hold the gun yourself. You let your hand fall down by your side. You don’t want to aim this gun at someone. You’re not a killer, not even someone who threatens to kill someone.

– Try to aim the gun, YN. On the wall.

Rumlow is still standing behind you. You take a deep breath, and then you lift the gun up, pointing it at the wall. Your hand’s shaking.

– Hold it with both hands, YN. Steady it. Or else you’ll miss.

You slowly lift your other hand, and Rumlow guides it to where it’s supposed to be.

– See, YN? You can do this. Squeeze the trigger, don’t pull! And don’t ever hesitate! Remember what I said! Shoot first….

You swallow again, put the gun down on the nightstand, and turn towards Rumlow.

– Ask questions later.. But, how can I ask a dead person questions? If they’re dead, they can’t answer.

– Search them! You can always find answers.

– Do you actually think I’m gonna be needing that?

Rumlow leans down, and place a kiss on your lips.

– Hopefully, you don’t. But I’m not gonna be able to live with myself If you do need it, and you don’t have it. So keep it close to you, until I get back.

You swallow. Rumlow is still not moving. He’s just looking at you. You could take a step forward or backwards, but you don’t dare to. What is he planning on doing? Nothing is showing in his eyes either. You swallow again.

– YOU want to punish ME?

Still not moving an inch, not even a twitch in his fingers. You look down on his cock. Oh, he’s planning something alright. Something that’s turning him on.

– Go ahead then! Punish me!

– Wh…

– Punish me!

You didn’t think this far ahead. And you have no idea what you should do. You thought he would have jumped up and grabbed you, a long time ago. What is he doing?

– Like you said. I disobeyed you. I deserve punishment!

– Bro…

– What did you have in mind?

Does he really want you to punish him? You don’t know how to do that. How do you do that? You already tried edging, that didn’t work out too well. You look down, then you look back up at him. Was that a twitch in his finger?

– YN! Now you are disobeying me!

Finally. Take back control, Brock. Show me who’s really in charge. You give him a smirk.

– I’m not disobeying you! This is me punishing you!

You open the zipper on your skirt as you’re talking to him, let it fall down to the floor. Now there’s only one piece of clothing left on your body. Rumlow looks at you. You look back.

– Remove them!

Commanding Rumlow is back. You’re obviously pushing him closer and closer to losing his cool.

– Naha.. You don’t get to decide that. What if I don’t want to?

Another deep breath from him. His fingers twitching. You have absolutely no idea what you’re doing, or where you should go for here. The only thing you know, is that you’ll keep playing this game, until he stops you by force.

– Are you sure?

Was that a smirk you saw on his face? You’re definitely not sure. And although he probably already knows that, you stand your ground.

– Who’s in charge here?

You try to sound determined. But, your voice is calm and almost teasing. Fuck, this is so not going to work. He moves a little. He’s getting ready to do something. You swallow again. Should you quit while you’re ahead? No, YN. Keep it up.

– You’re only in charge, because I let you!

He moves again. Did his cock throb? This is it isn’t it? He’ll jump up any moment now. You clear your throat.

– Look Mr.Ruml….

You don’t get to finish the sentence, before he is in front of you, grabbing your waist, and pressing you close to him. You don’t even have time to wrap your head around what’s happening, before you feel his breath in your ear.

– You call me by. my. name!

You gasp. His body pressed against yours like this. His breath in your ear. And his hands on your lower back. Holding you in a tight grip. You don’t answer. You try to, but no sound is coming out.

– Say. My. Name!

What is he doing? This is nothing. You love the romantic part. You love it when he’s being nice, passionate, caring. But fuck how you enjoy the rough part of him. You want him to fuck you raw, up against the wall, over the desk, on the floor, everywhere. You lift your face, and look at him.

– Mr. Rumlow!

You say it with a smirk. His hands slowly gliding up your back, and into your hair. Again, not grabbing it. He just holds them there.

– Have you been a good girl today, Miss. YLN?

He gives you a teasing smile when he talks to you, and you can’t help it. Let’s see who can keep this up the longest. You laugh a bit.

– Absolutely not, Mr. Rumlow. You know. I think you have to punish me!

He laughs back at you, a teasing laugh. Fuck, how this turns you on.

– I think so too. What should I do? What should I do?

It’s like calm before the storm. His hazel brown eyes looking straight into yours, his pupils dialating. He gently grabs your hair, and a soft moan escapes you.

– You like that?

His voice is soft and calm. Is he teasing you? Is this another form of edging? What game is he playing?

– Mmmhhmm…

He lets go of your hair. Takes a step away from you. You look at him, asking with your facial expression.

– Then I’m taking it away!

What? This is a totally new thing. A whole different level of edging.

– Brock.. My lunch break is almost over…

– Then I suggest you go back to work!

You take a breath. Then you take a step forward. He’s not moving. He’s not even lifting his hands to touch you.

– Brock….

He lifts his eyebrows, smiling at you. He already knows that you won’t go back to work. He’s just playing out his part. What can you do? You want him, like right now. Every single inch of him.

– What do you want me to do?

You look down.

– I….

He reaches out, and lifts your face up again. God, his eyes. He’s eating your soul with them.

– You?

– Please, stop playing games, Brock. You’re leaving and I don´t know for how long..

He stops you with a soft tender kiss. Before he sits down on his couch again, dragging you with him up on his lap, not bothering to remove your underwear, he just pushes it to the side. Wasting no time, entering you. You move desperately with him, savouring the feeling of him being this close to you.

– God.. Fuck me, Brock!

– Look at me, YN!

Forehead to forehead, moaning each others names, you push each other closer and closer to the edge. You’re clenching your muscles around him, as he buries himself deep inside your core over and over.

– My God! I… I’m…

He takes a firmer grip around you, pressing your bodies together, thrusting deep.

– Yes! Me too! Do it!

You can’t possibly hold back. The waves of pleasure rushes through your entire body. Rumlow follows closely behind, thrusting deep and holds you there while your orgasm slowly dissipates. You lean your head down on his shoulder. Gently kissing it.

– YN! Lie down beside me for a while!

You untangle yourself from him, and lie down on the couch. Back against him. He holds you close. You take in the feeling of him being here with you, breathing into your neck. You want to remember this second, this moment, knowing that he’ll leave tonight. And you don’t know for how long.

His strong arms around you feels so safe. How will you get by without him? Maybe you’ll manage a day or two. But God, you’ll miss him. And with everything that’s happened since you met him, will you feel safe? You know he said that he would have someone check up on you, but that someone is not him.

– Something wrong, YN?

You turn around to face him. The couch isn’t that big, and you almost fall out, but he holds on to you. You wrap your leg around him, to keep yourself safe up on the couch.

– Will it be dangerous? This mission?

He presses himself against you, as his kisses intensifies. Already ragged breathing. He takes your hands and places them on his chest. His abs flexing. You move your hand up and down his chest, feeling him. Before you drag his shirt up, and over his head. You don’t want to leave his lips, but you have to, when you drag his shirt over his head. Your lips meet again even before his shirt hits the floor.

His hands hits your thighs, and pushes your skirt upwards to your stomach. Then his hands continues up to your chest, cupping your breasts. Before he pulls your shirt over your head, and undo your bra. Dips his head between your breasts, savouring the feeling of your body pressed against his. You press your lower body against his, and he moans into your skin.

You gently push him back into the couch, before you slowly get down on your knees in front of him. Reach for his belt. He takes your hands. Looks at you.

– You’re so fucking beautiful, YN! I can’t get enough of you!

– Let me taste you, Brock!

You’re breathing heavily with your words. Fuck, how you want him. To taste every inch of him, to savour his taste, to feel him.

He lets go of your hands, and leans back on the couch. You lift your hands and let them glide up and down on his chest. Over his muscles. Rumlow reaches for your shoulders. You lift yourself up from the floor, and let your tongue hit his chest. Kissing it. The taste of his skin, his ragged breathing, and his hands on your shoulders, slightly squeezing when your lips touch his chest.

You reach for his belt again, this time he doesn’t stop you. Instead he lets his hands rest on your head. Not grabbing your hair, not pushing you down. He just lets them rest there. Carefully, loving. The whole thing is romantic. Beautiful.

You gently let your hands glide over his groin.

– Fuck, YN, stop teasing me!

You smile up at him. He lets you take control, and you love it.

– So that’s what I’m doing?

– If you don’t stop, YN. I have to take back control!

You continue to slide your hands over his cock, outside his tactical pants. He’s already rock hard. Maybe it’s painful. He lets his fingers slide into your hair. Not taking a grip, seems like he’s just showing you that he could take back control if he wanted to.

You carefully drag his tactical pants down, and to help you, he slightly lifts himself up from the couch. When you remove his pants, he sighs relieved. So it was painful. No surprise. He’s big. And being trapped inside there…

You lean down and let your tongue glide over his tip, before you close your mouth around him, and swirl your tongue around.

– Aaaaa

Hearing him moan like that, makes your belly clench. But you want to tease him some more. It’s not often he lets you take control, and you want to make the most of it. You slowly get up on your feet. Look down on him. He looks back. And you can see on his face that he knows what’s about to happen. You give him a little smirk.

– Play with yourself! I want to watch you!

It actually feels good to be in charge. You’ve learned a lot from him. What words to use, how to look at him, to make him want you even more. And you know what words to use to turn him on, because he uses them himself.

– YN!

He says. His eyes pleading you to keep doing what you did.

– Naha..

You say to him, lifting your index finger, and move it back and forth, like he did when you were under his desk.

He slowly takes a hold around his cock, carefully stroking up and down. You look at him. Fuck, he is so fucking sexy right now. You want nothing more than to sit down on him, and have him fuck your brains out. But, you compose yourself. It’s wonderful to look at him pleasing himself. And you understand now, why he likes to watch you so much.

He moans, and then he closes his eyes. You smile for yourself.

– Keep those beautiful eyes open! I want to look into your eyes!

– Fuck, YN!

– Later, Brock! I’m in charge now. And you’ll do as I tell you to.

He moans again. But he continues. You bite your lip. You know that makes him crazy. Another moan escapes him. Louder this time.

– You have no idea, how much this turns me on. Watching you play with yourself like that. Go on!

You get down on your knees in front of him again. Take one of his balls in your mouth, suck on it, as he continues to stroke his cock.

– Fuck, YN! I can’t do this anymore!

You lift your head, to look at him. His hand stops. But he still has a grip around himself. You put your hand around his. Moving it up and down.

– Don’t stop. Go on!

– I… I can’t hold it, YN!

– Don’t come, unless I tell you to.

– YN!

You lean your head down again. Slide your tongue up one of his inner thigh, over his balls, and then down the other thigh. His muscles tenses. It’s like his whole body jumps up from the couch. He is moaning loud. And you know he wasn’t able to hold back. You laugh a little. Then you lift your head, and look into his eyes. He smirks at you. You know him well enough by now, to know, that this is the moment, when he takes back control. But you can’t help yourself.

– Did I say you could come?

He’s not answering you. He’s probably thinking about what he’s going to do to you. But he doesn’t move.

– Did I?

You raise your voice a little. You try to sound like him. But the look he gives you, takes some of your confidence in this particular situation away. You decide to stand your ground. You already lost control, it’s just a matter of time before he takes over. So you can just keep on going, as long as he lets you.

– You disobeyed me, Brock! Now, what can I do about that?

Rumlow just looks at you. Not saying anything, not moving. Nothing. He’s completely calm. This usually means he’ll jump up and grab you, any second. You swallow.

– Do I have to punish you?

Your voice isn’t at all as confident as it was just a few seconds ago. But he’s still not moving. What is he waiting for?

– You want to punish me?

He looks at you, determined. Not moving an inch, but that’s like his trademark. Calm as a mussel. You swallow again.

Rumlow takes a deep breath….

You don’t hear his voice from inside the office. Instead the door is yanked open, and a guy walks straight into you, as he yells something to Rumlow, you can’t make out what it is, but it’s obvious that it’s about work.

– Watch your fucking step, stupid bitch!

The guy pushes you out of the way, and continue to walk out the door. You try to catch your breath again, to compose yourself. But, before you can. Rumlow walks past you, and grabs the guy leaving his office. Yanking him backwards, and pins him to the wall.

– Rumlow, what the hell! I’ll leave. No need to beat me up!

You look up. The guy looks scared, and Rumlow looks pissed. An expression you’ve never seen on his face before. You look around you, and you see that some of your Co-Workes have stopped to see what is happening. Rumlow looks at the guy, his eyes almost black… You swallow.

– You don’t disrespect ME, and you certainly don’t disrespect female work colleagues.

You keep your eyes on Rumlow. The guy didn’t hurt you. You were just caught off guard. And people are looking, listening.

– What the fuck, Rumlow! Disrespect? You kicked me off the squad. How the fuck do you want me to react?

– If you did your fucking job, I wouldn’t have to. Forget it. You’re out!

The guy looks at Rumlow.

– Out? What do you mean?

– Out of SHIELD!

Rumlow almost spits the words in the guys face.

– You can’t do that!

– The fuck I can. You do not disrespect your Co-Workers, especially the females!

The guy looks at you, then he looks back at Rumlow.

– This isn’t about me not doing my job, Rumlow! This is about you, and the fact that you can’t keep your fucking dick in your pants!

The hall gets even more quiet, if that’s possible. If someone dropped a pin, you could probably hear it. You can even hear your own breathing. Should you do something? And if you’re going to, what should you do?

You look at Rumlow. What is he going to do? This was so out of line, even you think that. Although the guy didn’t mention you, or your name, everybody knows that he was talking about you. And now everybody knows about you and Rumlow. How are they going to treat you after this?

You feel like time stands still. No one is moving. Everyone is looking at the three of you, and everyone is waiting for Rumlows next move. Then Rumlow lifts his hand. You’ve gotta do something. If not, this will not end well for that guy, and probably not for Rumlow either. You compose yourself, take one step forward, and grab his arm. Not hard, or angry, but firm enough for him to turn his attention from the guy standing in front of him, to you.

– That’s enough, Brock. I’m fine. Let him go!

Rumlows expression goes from angry, to compassionate. He loosens his grip of the guy. The guy doesn’t wait. He dodges under Rumlows arm, and runs away. Rumlow looks after him for a second before he turns to you again. Gently touching your face, with both hands. You can feel the warmth from his hands through his gloves. Actually they’re not gloves, because they’re only covering his fingers up to the first joint. He looks into your eyes. You look back. You know your Co-Workers are looking at you, but you don’t dare to look at them. What are they thinking of you now? New girl, under qualified, screwing the boss? Slut who’s fucking her way to the top? You don’t know.

– Are you allright?

Rumlows voice brings you back to reality. You continue to look at him. Was he really going to punch that guy? The guy didn’t actually touch you. He was just angry, and well.. Is he really that protective of you?

– YN! Are you allright?

You nod. You can’t find the right words. Why is stuff like this always happening to you? You always manage to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Rumlow leans down and place a gentle kiss on your lips. You close your eyes. His lips are so soft, and you still remember the feeling of them on your skin, from this morning.

Like the flick of a switch, Rumlow comes back to reality. He turns to the people looking at you.

– This isn’t the break room! Go eat your lunch!

No one is saying anything. They just hurrying along, towards the break room. You look after them. Take a breath. Rumlow gently puts a hand on your back.

– Come on, let’s have lunch together! I have to tell you something.

You don’t manage to think about anything else than the fact that your Co-Workers now knows about your relationship. So when he mentions lunch, you start to walk towards the elevator. Rumlow takes a hold around your waist, and leans down, whisper in your ear.

– In my office, sweetheart!

——‐—————————————-

When he closes the door behind you, you finally manage to talk.

– What was that, Brock? Now everyone knows? What am I suppose to do now?

He doesn’t answer. He just stands there. Looking at you. Hands by his side. Not his usual, on the hips posture. Then you remember why you went to his office in the first place. What he said to you this morning.

– Bro…

He stops you with a kiss. Takes a hold of you, and presses you against him. The warmth, the intensity, everything. You just sink into it. It feels so amazing. HE feels so amazing. He doesn’t exactly break the kiss. He just lets his lips rest on yours for a while, before he lets you go.

– Are you hungry? I bought you lunch!

You look at him. He did what?

– Oh, yeah.. Something happened, and I wanted to talk to you. Figured we’d talk over lunch.

Something happened allright. He said that he loved you this morning. Is that what he wants to talk about? You’re not sure if you want to talk about that or not.

– What happened?

– Eat first, YN!

He starts to unpack different containers, and gestures for you to sit down. The food smells delicious. And you are hungry.

You sit down on the couch in his office. Look at the containers filled with Chinese food. So, no Italian food today. He finally sits down next to you. He picks up a spring roll, dips it in hot sauce, and then eats it. You continue to just look at him.

– Not hungry? Or don’t you like Chinese food? I should have asked you first.

– No, no, Brock. I love Chinese food.

He dips his spring roll in the hot sauce again, then he feeds it to you. You take a bite. It does taste amazing. The hot sauce is just hot enough, and the spring roll is crispy and fresh.

– Good?

You smile and nod. When you finish your mouth full you look at him again. Smile at him. You’re still afraid that you hurt him this morning. But at the same time, you’re unsure if he really meant what he said. You take a deep breath.

– What did you want to talk about, Brock?

He looks at you, puts down his spring roll, and takes your hands in his. What is he doing. Did something serious happen? Did you do something wrong?

– You know I’m an agent, right, YN?

You nod.

– And that I could be called out any time?

You nod again.

– Well, I have to leave. And I don’t know for how long. There’s a situation, some employees selling information. And I have to clean it up.

– When do you leave?

He kisses your forehead.

– Tonight. I’ll take you home, after work. And then I have to leave. You are staying at my place, our place. And I’ll have someone check up on you.

You look at each other for a little while, before your lips collides together and he drags you up in his lap.

When you wake up, Rumlow sits on the edge of the bed, already fully dressed as usual. You sit up. Look at him. God, he’s so handsome. It should almost be illegal.

– I let you sleep a bit longer, so we don’t have much time. We’ll take the coffee to go.

You look at the time. Fuck! Shit! You jump up from the bed. And franticly look for your clothes. Rumlow looks at you. Smiling.

– Where the fuck are my clothes? Seriously, Brock! We have no time!

He continue to look at you. His eyes walks up and down your naked body. Then he picks up a neatly folded pile of clothes from the bed, and gives them to you. You snatch them out of his hands. You’re not angry. But you really don’t have time to waste.

– Stop messing around, Brock. We’ll be late!

He laughs, then he gets up from the bed, takes a hold around your waist and drags you close to him. Looks into your eyes, and smiles again. A teasing smile. Fuck, how this turns you on.

– I’m the boss, remember?

You try to move, to get your clothes, but he holds you tighter. You look up at him.

– I’m not, Brock! I can’t be late.

He kisses you, and continue to kiss you down your neck, and on to your shoulder. You lift your hands, and place them on his hips, gently push him. To let him know that you really don’t want to be late.

– Why do you care about being late for work? I’m not gonna fire you for it..

He gives you a gentle spank on your bottom. Gives you a teasing smile again.

– Might punish you a little though….

– Brock…

He still holds you close, with one arm around you. He lets the other one travel up your thigh, teasing your entrance. A soft moan escapes you.

– But it kinda sounds like you’re enjoying that!

– Brock! We’re going to really be late!

He lets the arm he’s holding you with slide into your hair. Taking a soft hold of it, guiding your head back.

– Shhh…

He plants a kiss on your lips. And you give in. A quick one is fine. His tongue finds yours. And at the same time, he slips a finger inside you.

– Brock…

You moan his name into his mouth. He answers your moan, by entering you with another digit, and softly biting your earlobe. Whispering in your ear.

– I fucking love when you call me that!

He grabs your behind, and lifts you up. And you wrap your legs around his waist. Your back hits the wall. He wastes no time, unbuckling himself, and plunges upwards, entering you.

– Fuck, Brock!

His hands squeezing your behind. His deep thrusts inside you. This is going to be a quick one. His ragged breathing in your ear mixed with the words he says to you.

– Fuck, YN! Say it again!

– Fuck me, Brock!

You’ve never reached climax this fast before. The way his body is pressed against yours, his hands squeezing your bottom. The whole thing is so intense, it almost hurts. But laced with the pain is an indescribable feeling of enormous pleasure.

– Yes! Come for me!

– Fuuuuck, Brock. I’m coming! GOD! Don’t stop!

– I’ll never stop! Fuck, YN. I’ll never get tired of this.

The orgasm hits you, and you scream, lean your head back against the wall, arching your back. His lips finds your neck, greedily kissing it. As he continues to plunge into you, with renewed force.

– Your skin tastes so fucking good.

His tongue glides from your neck, and up to your ear. And when he reaches your earlobe, you can hear on his breath alone, that he’s coming too. He still holds you up against the wall. Not moving away from your ear. He just continues to breathe into it. And Oh God how fucking good it feels.

– I fucking love you, YN! Mine!

Did he just say that he loves you? What du you say to that? Do you answer? You have no idea. Maybe it was just a spur of the moment. You don’t answer. Instead you untangle yourself from him. You give him a quick kiss, before you get dressed.

——-‐—————————–

With your to go coffees in hand, you get to the car. Rumlow is unusually quiet. Did he actually mean what he said? Should you have said it back? Do you love him? You never thought of that. Everything between you happened so fast. And on top of that he’s your boss. Did you hurt him?

Rumlow doesn’t say a word the whole drive. And as usual, you part ways in the garage. Although, Rumlow’s probably right, about people knowing. You don’t feel the need to broadcast it, quite yet. And now that Thomas is fired. You won’t have to worry about him telling anyone.

You reach the office floor, and get to work. Nothing much is happening, so you have a lot of time to think about this morning. And you can’t quite shake the feeling that you should have said something. He did say that didn’t he? Did he mean that he loves YOU, or just the fact that you’re his. You always saw him as a rough guy, dominant, hard, closed off. Does guys like that even do romance? The fact that you might have hurt him, freaks you out. You try to remember every second you’ve had with him.

When he saved you from David. The first time he told you the you were his. When you found out he was your boss. When he protected you, when your apartment was broken into. Do you actually live with him now? When he aimed his rifle at Thomas. And when he asked you out on a date. You have to find out what he meant. And more importantly, you have to find out what you feel, and how you feel about him.

When it’s time for lunch, you can’t do it anymore. So you go and knock on his door. You don’t even bother to wait for your Co-Workers to leave. And you can feel their eyes on you, when you lift your hand, and knock on the door to his office…

You just want to lie there, feeling his body against yours. But the floor is hard, and you’re still tired as hell. With everything that happened at work, all the adrenaline. And now the food, and the sex. You could probably fall asleep right there, on the floor. You yawn again.

– I really need to get some sleep, Brock.

He kisses you one more time, before he gets up. Offers a hand, and helps you up from the floor.

– Probably take a shower first. To.. get off all of this..

He looks down on your chest, and you look at his. Then he lifts you up, you wrap your legs around his waist, and he carries you into the bathroom.

You shower quickly. You are so tired, you can almost hear the bed screaming your name. When you finish drying off, he follows you into the bedroom, covers you with a blanket and kisses you. He is so sweet and protective. So tender and soft.

– I’ll be right with you, YN. I’m just gonna clean up, and watch one match. Let me know if you need anything.

You don’t answer. You’re already half asleep, and his deep, calm, soothing voice makes your whole body relax.

‐————————————————-

You are awaken by your own screams. Your whole body hurts. You feel like you can’t even breathe. The dream was so intense, you don’t know if you’re awake or still sleeping. And you have no idea where you are.

Rumlow is beside you in seconds, wraps his arms around you, holding you close, while he whispers calming words in your ear.

– Shhh… Shhh, YN! I’m here, I’m right here.. It was a nightmare, just a nightmare.

He continues to whisper until you calm down. When you finally realise that you’re awake, and safe. You start to cry. Rumlow pulls you close, and just holds you. Not saying a single word, just holds you close.

When you start to calm down, he places a kiss on your forehead. You lean your head against his body. Get as close to him as you possibly can. You’re still shaking a bit, but he calms you down. His strong arms around you, makes you feel safe.

– Do you want to talk about it?

You sniffle. Do you want to talk about it? You don’t know. He’s protective, and he wants you to feel good and safe. But at the same time, whenever you mention what David did to you.. He talks about killing him. And deep inside, you know he will. And you don’t know how to feel about that. You don’t answer, instead you just shake your head a little.

– Do you need anything? A shower, something to drink. I’m gonna go, and get you a glass of water.

Rumlow moves to get up from the bed, but you stop him. Finally you manage to look at him. You must look terrible. Tears all over your face, hair probably everywhere after the nightmare, and… He looks back at you. There’s that look again. Some form of hurt in his eyes, a look you can’t place. Is he hurt? Can a man like him feel hurt? His job is to kill people, well at least a part of it is. He constantly walks around with guns and knifes. A badass, badass guy. Can they even feel love?

– No, Brock! Please don’t leave me!

He lies back down, pulls you close again. Not saying anything. You nuzzle your face into his neck. His cologne smells so good, and so safe. And his strong arms around you. Protecting you.

– I’m not leaving you, YN! I’ll stay here for as long as you need.

You place a soft kiss on his neck. Just to show how thankful you are. Then you lift your head a little, to look at him.

– For the entire night?

He kisses your forehead again. Smiles at you.

– For the entire night, YN! You go back to sleep. I’ll take care of you.

You close your eyes. You don’t understand why or how, but you go back to sleep. And with him beside you, you sleep like a baby, for the rest of the night.

———————————————-

Rumlow is still sleeping when you wake up, his arms still holding you close. You look at him. Was he awake the whole night. You turn around to look at the time. His arms pulling you back.

– We still have time! It’s only 4am!

You turn towards him. How is he doing this? He’s always aware, even in his sleep. He lets his hand slide down your spine. And you nuzzle close to him. Feel his breath on your neck.

– That’s a good girl. Just relax. Did you sleep well?

You nod your head. It feels so safe lying here next to him. He places a kiss on your neck.

– Do you want to talk about last night?

You look up at him. There’s that look again. That hurtful look, or.. You can’t place it.

– It’s nothing, Brock. Just a nightmare. Like you said.

He looks back at you. Puts his hand under your chin, lifts your face a little, and kisses you.

– You were screaming. It didn’t sound like a regular nightmare. It sounded like a flashback.

You take your eyes away from him for a second. Should you tell him? Maybe he should know. Or… Maybe not. If he knew everything, he would probably kill David without hesitation.

– Let’s just say that he wasn’t a nice guy. But, I got away. That’s what matters. And, I have you to protect me, so I’m safe, right?

– Usually, when girls like you says stuff like that. The guy they’re talking about is a real monster. I saw what he tried to do, remember?

– Just hold me, Brock. That’s what I need right now!

Again he wraps his arms around you, and pulls you even closer when he wraps his leg around yours. You close your eyes, and after a short while you fall asleep again.

The food arrives. And Rumlow didn’t lie about not ordering a pizza. It’s an array of Italian food, like you have never seen before. It smells amazing, and your stomach growls loudly. Rumlow smiles to you.

– Dig in. I’m gonna get a bottle of wine.

You open a couple of containers and dig into some of the food. Rumlow comes back with a bottle and two glasses. Pours the wine, and gives you the glass. The wine and the food is so unlike him. Who would have known that someone like him could have such class. Probably a side he doesn’t show to everybody.

You eat for a while in silence. Just enjoying the food. After a while Rumlow turns on the TV. A boxing channel. God, he loves fighting, even at home on the couch. You ate more than you needed. And you suddenly feel extremely tired. You get up from the couch.

– I think I have to go to bed. I’m sleepy…

– Want me to join you?

You yawn.

– No.. It’s fine. You can watch the game…

Rumlow smiles at you.

– Match.. It’s called a match.

– Match, then. I’ll just go to bed.

You step over his legs, and he grabs your arm. You stop, turn towards him.

– Come here for a second first!

You look at him for a second, before you strattle him. He puts his hands on your lower back, pulling you close, as he presses his groin up against you.

– Brock!

You say, almost breathless. You’re only wearing his shirt, and no underwear. And his sweatpants isn’t exactly holding anything back.

– I want you!

He almost growls the words in your ear. You arch your back, pushing your lower bodies even closer. His hands travles up your back, underneath your shirt, before he pulls it over your head. Your bodies greedily meet, the tension, the heat and the feeling of his skin against yours makes you moan his name.

– Fuck! Say it again!

– Mmm..Brock..

Your lips finds his. Your tongues collide in a kiss that feels like a volcano erupts. His strong arms pulling your body closer, if that’s even possible.

– I want you, Brock!

You can’t hold back. You don’t think you’ve said that you want him, that way to him before. He is usually the one in charge when it comes to this. But now he complies. Removing his sweatpants. He glides easily into you, you gasp.

– Brock!

– Yes! Moan my name!

His firm grip around you, his breath on your skin, his lips, his teeth placing soft bites on your shoulder, as he buries himself deep inside your core, over and over. You clench your muscles, sucking him in.

– Aaaaaaa.. Fuck, YN! Keep doing that.

Him moaning your name like that makes it all explode inside you. Your fingernails digging into his back. It must hurt, but he just continues to plunge into you, keeping his firm grip around you.

– Aaaaaa.. Yes! That’s it! Take it! Fuck, YN, you’re so fucking tight.

– Come for me, Brock!

You don’t understand how you manage to keep your voice low and steady, when you whisper the words into his ear, and then lets your tongue glide over his earlobe. Your words does the job. One… Two hard thrusts inside, before his whole body tenses, and he leans his head back against the couch. When his neck is exposed like this, you plant a couple of kisses on it.

– Mmmmm… YN, keep going!

You continue to kiss him down his right shoulder. His hands goes up your back. Then he takes a firm hold of your shoulders, and in one swift move, you are down on the floor, between the couch and the coffee table, with him on top of you. His eyes, hungry staring into yours, and you can feel his erection growing inside you. You close your eyes, and take a deep breath.

– Ah ah ah.. Keep those wonderful eyes open. And look at me. Can you feel it?

You open your eyes. His eyes alone, the light hitting them, making every single shade in them twinkle. And that hungry look. And his body pressed against yours. His strong grip of your shoulders. You buck your hips up against him. He calmly shakes his head.

– Stay still. You were in charge up there. Down here…. It’s my turn… Put your leg up on the table!

– Wh.. What?

He sits up. Him pulling himself out of you, makes you buck your hips once more. He doesn’t say anything, just smiles at you. He lets his hand slowly glide down your side, and down to your thigh. Not once leaving your skin. Then he lifts your leg, and places it up on the table.

– Now, the other one!

You look at the couch. Rumlow lets out a small laugh. Then he repeats the action with the other leg. You are exposed to him. Glistening. He lets his hands slide down both your thighs.

– Fuck, Brock…

He doesn’t answer. Instead he takes a grip on your hips, drags your lower body up in his lap, and in one hard thrust he enters you with his whole length. This angle, he is hitting every single nerve in there. He is merciless, fucks you as hard as he possibly can. Your muscles tensing. Your fingernails scraping the floor. You’re going to come hard. He feels it too.

– YES! Come on! Squirt for me!

Just as you’re about to come, he pulls out, wrap one arm around each of your thighs, and continues to finish the job with his fingers. You’re wildly trying to buck your hips. But he’s strong, holds you immobile. You’re hoarse moans, turns into screams of pleasure, when the damn bursts and you come hard. Rumlow doesn’t stop. Your vision is blurry, but you can see that he is looking at you. Marveling your orgasm.

– Again!

His firm determined voice. And his fingers hitting all the right places.

– B…. B…

You can’t make a sound, other than your hoarse moans and the screams of pleasure. As the orgasm hits you for the second time. Stronger this time. Rumlow is even struggling to hold you in place.

He holds his grip, until your body starts to calm down. Then he lets you go, and makes his way up to your face. His chest hitting yours. You open your eyes, and look straight into his. He’s smiling.

– Do you feel that?

You look down on the part of his chest you can see without lifting your head up from the floor. He follows your gaze.

– That’s all you. Squirting all over me! Fucking perfect!

You take a breath. Look at him again. And he places a soft, loving kiss on your lips.

– You are so fucking beautiful, YN!

You let the towel fall down. Rumlow looks down at your body. Then he looks back up at you.

– Perfect!

You give him a little smile, before you pull the t-shirt he gave you over your head. Rumlow lets his fingers slide down your arms.

– I would’t mind if you were naked. Just so you know.

You laugh a little, before you let your fingers slide over his abs.

– You’ll be naked on top, I’ll be naked under.

He puts his arms around you. Plants a kiss on your forehead.

– You want me to be on top, huh? That can be arranged.

He gives you a teasing smile. You smile back, before your stomach growls again. Rumlow lets you go.

– Food first. What do you want?

– I thought you said Italian… Surprise me..

– Surprise you? You know I’m Italian, right? I’m not just going to order a pizza..

You smile at him. Tilt your head a little.

– Even better, I’ll go and sit down, you order food.

You turn around and walk into the living room. Sit down on his couch. You can hear him ordering food from the other room. After a while he comes into the living room as well. Sits down next to you. Puts his hand on your thigh. You look down on his hand, then you look up at his face.

– About 30 minutes.. You know what we can do while we wait?

– I don’t know, work up our appetite?

He gets closer to your face. Puts a hand on your cheek.

– And I have the perfect way of doing that.

He looks down at your lap. Lets the hand on your thigh, slide up, and rest between your legs. You answer his move, by parting your legs a little. He looks back up at you.

– It does involve a little bit of eating…

He gives you a teasing smile. Moves his hand a little, down there, teasing you. You let out a soft moan, and lean your head back against the couch.

He gently puts you down on the couch, lifts one of your legs up, and puts it on the back of the couch. Lets his hand slide down your inner thigh. You look at him, looking at you.

– Fucking beautiful! And mine, all mine.

He leans down, and instinctively you put your hands in his hair. He is so careful, so tender, so soft. This is a whole new side to him. It’s like he’s suppressing his dominant side. And you like this side, just as much as the dominant one.

He lets his tongue slide gently over you. You gasp. Taking a firmer hold of his hair. Rumlow lets out a small laugh, and then he lets one of his fingers slip inside you, as his tongue hits your clit.

– Shit… Brock….

He stops. Looks up at you!

– What?

You buck your hips. Look at him. Your eyes begging for him to continue. He gets the message, but he doesn’t move.

– Ask nicely!

– Brock… The food…

– Yes… It’s going to be here soon, so if you want me to continue, you better ask quickly!

– Please, Brock!

He starts up again, picking up the pace a little.

– See what you get, when you ask nicely?

He says, before he slips another finger inside, and closes his lips over your clit. Again you grab his hair. The angle he is scissoring his fingers inside you. Fuck. How is he doing this? Your back arches. You’re pretty sure your hold of his hair hurts, but he doesn’t say or do anything, about it. And you can’t let go. Your head tells you to. But you have to hold on to something.

– Do it! Squirt for me!

You’ve almost never heard that word before. Sometimes in porn movies, but never in real life. Is that even a thing? Is it possible? Can you do it? His fingers hits a spot inside you, and the waves of intense pleasure rushes through your entire body. It’s not even moans escaping you now, you’re screaming. You’ve had orgasms before, sure. Actually he’s the one who has given you most of them. But this is… You can’t even describe what this is.

It’s like a balloon popping inside of you. It feels like you’re peeing yourself. Are you? You have no control over anything. Rumlow is still working you. Chuckling a little bit. Before he decreases his pace, lifts his head. You know he is looking at you. But you can’t lift your head up. You just close your eyes and focus on the waves of pleasure hitting your body. Slower and slower, until they eventually dissipates. Rumlow lets out another small laugh. Not a bad one. A small soft laugh, like he’s proud or happy about something.

He slowly makes his way up to your face. Kisses you. You open your eyes, and look into his.

– That…. That… Was… Absolutely…. Amazing..

– I knew I could make you do that!

He presses his groin down on you, and you can feel that he is rock hard against you.

– Do what?

– Squirt! I felt it from the first time my fingers slipped inside you. I just wanted to warm you up a bit first. How did it feel?

– Fuck, that’s what that was? I thought I peed myself..

Rumlow laughs, and you laugh with him. Then he kisses you again.

– Don’t worry.. You’ll get used to it.

He moves to get up from the couch, but you stop him.

– I don’t get to give you anything?

He smiles at you. Puts his forearms down on each side of your head, and rests his upper body on them.

– After everything that happened today. I wanted to take care of you tonight. Only you! In every way I know how.

He kisses you again. One of the longest kisses he’s ever given you. Your whole body just sinks into it. And the safe and at home feeling takes over. When you finally break the kiss, he just looks into your eyes.

Then the doorbell rings…