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You return to the apartment you shared with Brock. He comes over, wrapping his arms around your waist and kisses your cheek. You slip out of his arms and run for your room, shoving the bags in the closet. Brock raises and eyebrow but doesn't say anything. He's just back from a mission and he's tired. He flops down on the couch and you order a pizza, knowing that Brock was tired and you didn't want to cook. You kiss him on the forehead and run to your room to slip in to something more comfortable. You slide on your illicit Captain America panties and one of Brock's STRIKE Tee shirts. It fits you like a dress so he won't see the panties until you mean him to. You make up two plates for your pizza and set them out. Brock watches you intently. He always loved it when you wore his shirts. He walks over to you, wrapping his chorded arms around your waist and kissing you again. You kiss him back, and he presses you up against the counter, picking you up so you can sit on it when the doorbell rings. He groans, going to grab the pizza and pay for it before returning to you. He sets the pizza aside and wraps your legs around his waist, lifting you up to carry you to his room. You'd been dating him for a long time, and lived with him even longer, strangely enough. You were an agent like him, and had been paired to share an apartment. One thing led to another, first just sleeping with each other for pleasure, then emotions getting involved and starting to date. He flopped you both down on the bed and you straddle him.
"What have you got on under my shirt, baby girl?" He asks you. A shiver runs down your spine at his nickname for you.
"Why don't you find out?" You tease. He places his hands on your hips and then slides his hands up to catch the shirt. He looks, first seeing indistinguishable squiggles before his eyes focus on what they say. Captain America in bold blue letters. He lifts the shirt more and it reveals the shield as well. He groans, pushing you aside and pinning your hands above your head.
"What the hell?" He asks. You lean your head up to press your lips to his, a laugh on your lips before you reply.
"What can I say?" You tease. "You gotta love Cap."
In the morning you roll to the side and see your new Captain America panties on the floor, ripped in half, with a sharpie message written over the shield.
Brock Rumlow was here
You return to the apartment you shared with Brock. He comes over, wrapping his arms around your waist and kisses your cheek. You slip out of his arms and run for your room, shoving the bags in the closet. Brock raises and eyebrow but doesn't say anything. He's just back from a mission and he's tired. He flops down on the couch and you order a pizza, knowing that Brock was tired and you didn't want to cook. You kiss him on the forehead and run to your room to slip in to something more comfortable. You slide on your illicit Captain America panties and one of Brock's STRIKE Tee shirts. It fits you like a dress so he won't see the panties until you mean him to. You make up two plates for your pizza and set them out. Brock watches you intently. He always loved it when you wore his shirts. He walks over to you, wrapping his chorded arms around your waist and kissing you again. You kiss him back, and he presses you up against the counter, picking you up so you can sit on it when the doorbell rings. He groans, going to grab the pizza and pay for it before returning to you. He sets the pizza aside and wraps your legs around his waist, lifting you up to carry you to his room. You'd been dating him for a long time, and lived with him even longer, strangely enough. You were an agent like him, and had been paired to share an apartment. One thing led to another, first just sleeping with each other for pleasure, then emotions getting involved and starting to date. He flopped you both down on the bed and you straddle him.
"What have you got on under my shirt, baby girl?" He asks you. A shiver runs down your spine at his nickname for you.
"Why don't you find out?" You tease. He places his hands on your hips and then slides his hands up to catch the shirt. He looks, first seeing indistinguishable squiggles before his eyes focus on what they say. Captain America in bold blue letters. He lifts the shirt more and it reveals the shield as well. He groans, pushing you aside and pinning your hands above your head.
"What the hell?" He asks. You lean your head up to press your lips to his, a laugh on your lips before you reply.
"What can I say?" You tease. "You gotta love Cap."
In the morning you roll to the side and see your new Captain America panties on the floor, ripped in half, with a sharpie message written over the shield.
Brock Rumlow was here
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oh my gosh... loving these... lol of course Brock would mark his territory... heeheeheee...