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introvertllux · 8 years ago

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Copia (Donald Pierce Fanfic) (Re-uploaded)

Enjoy this first chapter sorry if there are any errors I just sort of wrote this spontaneously! :) (LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT TO SEE A SECOND CHAPTER)

Chapter 1: The Start

My name is Luanna Morgan. I used to just go by Luanna point blank, I never knew my last name I just had assumed I was never given one, I was once asked my Charles Xavier himself, you know… the head of that one fancy boarding school a long time ago. The school for mutants. Yeah, that’s the one.

Sorry, I was getting a little ahead of the story there, so anyways as I was saying I never knew anything about my life. I never knew my biological parents; I don’t know if I have any siblings either… the one thing besides my first name that I was sure of is that I was a mutant. Clearly I was dropped off at a school for mutants as a fucking baby but I couldn’t have shown signs that early on, could I? As I grew up I started noticing I was not like other mutants I was different. Now let me explain myself, I felt as if I was a copy. I didn’t have any unique powers of my own. It seemed to me as though I had the same powers as other individual mutants. For example, telepathy and flight like Jean Grey, healing factor like Logan, and shape shifting like Mystique.

As a kid all I craved was to have my own original power something no one else had, it was all I’ve ever wanted no toy or car could ever replace my desire to have my own power. I also struggled with my appearance. It was not until I was seven years old that I had discovered “my” shape shifting ability. Like I said before I never knew who my parent were so of course I couldn’t even tell you what they looked like, so that did not help me try and form an appearance I like. I saw that I was born with green eyes, brown skin, thick curly hair, so I left it I didn’t think I was ugly or anything of the sort I was just like any child, nothing less than…curious. Other than that, living with Charles Xavier and all the mutants were great. Until the war broke out.

Everything was destroyed! So, I did what I thought was right at the time I ran away, I didn’t fight. Years went by and hundreds and hundreds of mutants died. We became extinct. Now, it’s the years 2029 and it’s a rarity to run into a mutant these days. After I ran away, I went all over the states, I stole and even killed to feed, clothe myself. As I reached my late teens and I decided that I wanted to make a life for self-something that didn’t involve stealing or murdering so I decided that I would get a job and go to school. So, I did just that, I majored in nursing. To my surprise it was quite hard for me to find a job. I searched high and low until… one day I was offered this job. It was for this company called Trasigen, I had never applied for then nor have I even heard of them at that time.

I was just a young twenty-two year-old girl looking for something to pay the bills. So, I said yes. I was told that it was asylum that helps cater to young children with mental illness. I was assured that they would be healthily tested on so that we may find cures for their individual illness and be sent back into the real world to live as average people do. My job was to just feed, talk, and play with them. Although I knew I was much more capable than that I was a nurse for crying out loud. But nonetheless, I still did what I was told. I never did see the child during the afternoons or night at first I did not find it suspicious I just kept my mouth shut the pay was extremely good. However, one morning I checked up on one child his name was Rictor. I love Rictor he was such a sweet, nice, and brave little boy. My curiosity reached its peak that day.

Whilst I gave him his breakfast I asked him

“Rictor, where…where do you go when I leave”

He looked at me hesitantly and began to shake.

“Rictor?”

I said as I placed my hand gently on his left shoulder.

He flinched instantly. “Its okay sweetie you can tell me.” I said trying to reassure him.

“They…they do bad things to us after you leave miss…bad things. They-they hurt us…”

He said to me crying.

I comforted him the best I could because look what they were doing to him to the other kids it was for the best these experiments weren’t to hurt them it was to help.

But, I needed to know more so I spoke to Zander Rice the head of this whole place. It was not too often you’d see him so I was lucky. I demanded he tell me what he was doing to the children after I left, I even threaten to report him to authorities if he did not tell me the truth! I expected to be fired on the spot but instead he showed me. He told me the truth. The truth shocked me. He told me that those children having a mental illness was nothing more than a cover up. Zander explained to me that in the past the world was not yet ready for mutants to live among them so he comprised this facility of lost mutant children that they had found on their quest for mutants.

Zander said his goal is to stabilize their powers so that they can live normally among humans and everyone will be safe. I believed him, but I sure as hell I didn’t tell him I was a mutant for I feared he tried to keep me here too. After our long discussion, he told he that this would be my new work area, the lab department, I was ecstatic a promotion and I had only worked there for six months.

“Of course Luanna if you are going to working in this department I must introduce you to my right-hand man, Mr. Pierce.”

He said to me.

I turned behind me, sensing another presence.

“Zander ! I’d say it’s quite rude of you to hid a beauty this great from me.”

He said to me as he grabbed my left hand and kissed it.

“I go by Donald, baby.”He said to me.

I was left speechless and to my own thoughts. I felt a shock jolt through my body as soon as his hand touched mine.

“My name is Luanna.”

I said blushing lightly.

“Luanna, such a great name for such a beautiful woman.”

He smiled at me flashing his gold tooth at me.

“Zander I sure we’ve kept you away from work… allow me to finish up the tour with her.”

Donald said ad he wrapped his left hand around my waist.

To say I didn’t melt in his grasp would be an understatement. “So eager to whisk me away.”

I said jokingly to Donald.

“I have to be with Zander hidn’ a beauty like you away from me.”

He said smiling at me again.

“He wasn’t hiding me, maybe I was hiding myself… waiting on a reason to come out.”

I said as I flirted back just as hard.

“Trust me sweetheart I can be your damn reason.”

Donald said to me as he pulled my body close.

He gripped both sides of my hips. I sucked in a deep breath as I just realized that one of his hands feels different from the other. I slowly slid my right hand down to his and felt his right hand. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath, I felt his hand and just as I suspected it was not a human hand. It lacked flesh, bones, and muscles everything a human hand had. Could he be a mutant like me? No, I would have sensed it. I opened my eyes and gripped his hand. I looked up at him in a questioning matter.

“What, this old thang? I had an accident a long time ago after the military, I quit and that’s when I meet Zander he fixed my hand for free. After I quit the military nobody even looked twice at me I was a honorary disgrace to the U.S. no hospitals would fix my hand. Nobody would he me, but Zander did.”

He said looking at me with said eyes.

I place my left hand on his cheek, well you’re no disgrace to me.” I said quietly. “Look I’m saying this from the bottom of my heart you are so brave and smart for doing this for these kids you’re helping them have a better like, you’re anything but a disgrace.”

I said with a soft smile.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” He said.

I looked into his blue eyes and then at his lips I wanted to kiss him. To tell the truth it would be my first one I had done nothing romantic or sexual in my whole entire life. My focus was to survive and those two categories were not options for me. Donald looked at me and then down at my lips. He then leaned down to kiss me, it felt right. He pulled away for a second and looked at me then he continued to kiss me and I kissed him back and we started making out. From there on things got very heated to say the least.

The next day I found myself in a bed alone with soft sheets covering my body. Yeah, we fucked but that wasn’t all it meant to me. I lost my firsts to this man, a man I knew for a couple of fucking moments. Maybe that made me a whore in somebody else’s eyes, the hell if I know but I know one thing I have strong feelings for this man and I’m pissed off he left me here. I searched for a clock somewhere in this god forsaken room. I found one handing in the darkest corner of a wall for what I could see it was 8:00 am, great now I have thirty minutes to find out where the hell I am and get to work. I quickly got up and searched the room for my clothes. I found them and put them on, I slipped my shows on and found my way out the door.

Before I can closed the door behind me I notice, that the outside of the room was all too familiar. This was the lab. Donald lives in the lab section of the building? I had a bone to pick with Donald so I there this new discovery towards the back of my mind. I had no idea where he worked. I looked all over the lab and I couldn’t find him. I searched and searched until I came upon this door that said ‘RESTRICTED AREA’ in capital letters.

I didn’t care, I twisted the door handled and it was looked. I easily picked the lock and walked inside the area. I looked around and noticed a lot of cells and smoke, this place made me feel so uneasy. My sensing was going wild but ignored the for now. I walked further until I was stopped.

“This is a restricted area, I’m sorry Miss Luanna but I cannot allow you to walk any further.”

A man with a loaded gun strapped to him said to me, he was built like a military man.

“I just would like to know if you have seen Donald anywhere, I need to speak with him,” I said kindly to this guard.

“He is handling something important at, he is out right now.”

The guard said not looking in my direction.

I felt his heart rate go up… he was lying to me.

“I know he is here and I’m not leaving until I speak with him. So, your move.” I said in a stern voice.

Seconds later he moved to find Donald. I stayed put not wanting to look around this place any further. I waited a minute until I saw Donald approach me. I knitted my eyebrows together.

“So you think you can fuck me and leave, great fucking swarming you left me with.”

I said with anger in my voice.

“Hey, hey I never once said that.”

He said putting his hand up in defense. “

You. Actually. Think. I’m. Joking.”

I said jabbing my finger into his chest with every word.

“Never said you were darling. I think we should talk about this the room.”

He said pulling me along with him out of this restricted area.

I could not believe this man, hell I couldn’t even believe myself for allowing this man to pull me back to that room. We made it back to his room sooner than I had thought. He slammed the door behind him as I folded my arms underneath my breast.

“Look sweetheart I know you’re mad at me but there’s no reason.”

He said walking closer to me.

“Oh really? Because I can think of a couple go reasons off the top of my fucking head!”

I yelled at him.

“Look I didn’t fuck you and leave if that’s what you’re thinkin’ I felt something between us and I don’t want to let that go yet.”

He said as he pinned me against the wall, the same on with that dangling clock.

He uncrossed my arms and healed them to both sides of my head. I looked away from him “

Let go of me asshole!”

I yelled.

“I’m an honest man baby you think that if I wanted to hurt you I would have done it already. Look at me.”

I didn’t look at him.

“Look at me.”

He repeated softer.

This time I listen I stared straight in his eyes I felt as if he was telling the truth. He let go of my hands and I left them at my sides. He then placed both of his hands at the sides of my face and leaned down and kissed my forehead.

“I want this.”

He told me…and I believed him.

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shinichirosbabymama · 8 years ago

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Imagine: Inadvertently Saving Steve Murphy’s Life

A/N: Yo so this is my first piece of Narcos writing. There is very very little and I was inspired by a fantastic piece I read this morning by @multiimaginefandoms Let me know what you guys think as I’m quite interested in writing a second part to this. Warnings include slight smuttiness, blood and gore, and use of racial slurs. Also tagging @missphanosaur18 as per request. Enjoy!

You woke up naturally to the sensation of the sweltering heat filling your bedroom. Kicking the thin sheets from your body, you sat up and groped blindly in the dark for the wooden shutters that concealed any outside light. Pulling them open, you squinted as the harsh light from outside assaulted your sleepy eyes.

You gazed out at the sprawl of Medellín below you. Home for the last six months. It was a city that constantly intrigued you - the way in which it seemed to move, breathe and work as one whilst simultaneously choked and cowered with the ongoing threat of the cartel.

As a college graduate plagued with boredom, unwilling to commit to the banality of adult life just yet you'd arrived in Medellín as a volunteer. As one of the most dangerous cities in the world, poverty was rife so you dedicated your time to helping the poorest and most vulnerable. It was considered a noble act (or a stupid one depending on whether you were talking to your mother or not) but also a tedious one. The presence of the cartel lowered your life expectancy significantly and several of your companions had been killed already - in bombs, stabbings, a hail of bullets. And yet you remained. But you were beginning to wonder why.

This morning was no different to any other. You'd woken early due to the heat and took your time getting ready, eating the eggs you'd traded from a neighbour who needed clean bandages. One the only things you appreciated about Medellín was its simplicity - people woke, worked and spent the day just trying to stay alive. It brought about a sense of the community that was alien in America, aiding your neighbour in the present as they might not be there tomorrow.

You dressed in plain casual clothes as it was essential to blend in as much as possible and set out on your daily journey to San Javier - more notoriously known as Comuna 13 but you hated calling it that. You found the name dehumanising. Despite your plain clothed appearance the majority of the inhabitants knew your face anyway and they approached you subtly in the makeshift food bank that you'd set up.

The day passed as normal. You sat around for a while and chatted with the locals in the broken Spanish you'd picked up as you waited for the supply delivery. A heavily armoured lorry arrived stocked with tins, basic medicines and baby clothes which you began to unload and distribute to whoever passed by.

The day was drawing to a close and you decided to linger for another half an hour before heading home. Suddenly a woman approached you, her eyes were frantic and she gripped your forearm tightly as she spoke in fast Spanish. You strained your ears to try and gather the gist of what she was saying but it proved difficult. After asking her to repeat herself a few more times you eventually understood that her child - what sounded like an infant - was unwell and needed help.

Whilst you had received basic medical training back in the states it was still highly limited but when you looked up and down the long streets you found that the two of you basically alone. You also couldn't shake the niggling feeling that this baby had been left unaccompanied while this woman - who looked younger than yourself - had come to find help. You gave her a small nod and agreed to follow her. The woman placed her hands together in a prayer of thanks for you and sped off in front.

You panted slightly as you jogged to keep up with the figure in front of you as she weaved quickly in and out of the narrow alleyways and streets which made up San Javier. There were several times when you lost sight of her altogether and you tried to call out before reminding yourself that drawing any attention to yourself in this part of the Comuna was extremely dangerous.

Eventually you saw her dark hair vanish out of view into a busy structure of various shacks - the tin roofs nearly piled on top of one another with how closely they were built together. You slowed your pace and listened for the sound of her - or even better, the child.

You stilled in surprise as you heard two male voices just behind the wall on your right. You hadn't even considered the fact that this might be a trap. That you may be about to get mugged. Or worse.

Sweat prickled at the base of your neck when you thought about what might happen to you. Deaths were rarely quick and never pleasant out in Medellín and you weren't exactly ecstatic about becoming part of the one the highest murder rates per capita in the world.

You knew it would be impossible to outrun them. Especially if they had vehicles. So for now you stood stock still, pressed your back against the wall and tried to listen. To your surprise the two men were speaking English, and one of them had a distinct American accent.

'You fucking gringos think I will just give up the boss like that?'

'We can offer you immunity, Quica. But we require your assistance first.'

'Don't say my name, puta. Not when I'm about to shoot you in the fucking head.'

Your teeth bit down hard on your lip and you psyched yourself up for a few seconds before daring to edge towards the window and pivot your body just enough to look through.

From the awkward angle you could just about make out the two men. Only one of them was armed. He had a small but imposing figure, with a mop of curly dark hair on his head which made his appearance look wild. From your position you couldn't see his face - only the hand which held the gun pointed at the man opposite him. His hand was shaking slightly, indicating anxiety.

The second man stood out to you the most. He had dirty blond hair that was pushed back with a matching moustache and small but intense blue eyes that were trained on the man opposite him as opposed to gun being pointed. The heavy duty bullet proof vest attached to his chest indicated to you immediately that this man was no volunteer.

'You don't have to shoot me. This is your choice. You can help us or you will be killed.'

'Shut the fuck up!' The man's hand holding the gun shook more violently and you felt your chest seize up with the fear that he could pulled the trigger any second. 'The boss would never have me killed.'

As the man spoke you saw him gesture to the wall next to the two. You followed his movement and saw an Escobar shrine attached the wall complete with a drawing in his likeness. You weren't completely surprised - you'd seen hundreds of these shrines in the months you'd spent in Medellín but you knew better than to speak a word about them to anyone.

When you glanced back to the men the blond caught your gaze. His eyes were only on yours for a split second but they were wide. You couldn't work out whether that meant 'help' or 'leave' but against your better judgement you decided to settle on the former.

Slowly ever so slowly you edged forward, praying that you would be silent as you entered through the doorway. The man holding the gun was rambling and the sound of his heavy breathing covered the noise of your quiet footsteps. You reached for a vase on a nearby table.

This was it. With the heavy weight of the vase in your palm you launched yourself and in two large steps you sent the vase crashing into the back of the man's skull.

There were several loud noises which occurred simultaneously. The scene was dominated most of all by the sound of the hand gun discharging. You shut your eyes out of fear of the explosion but that did nothing to quell the sound, which filled your ears with white noise.

Stumbling back you were able to open your eyes after a few seconds. The first sight you saw was the man you had struck face down on the floor. Blood was flowing freely from the back of his head and beginning to pool around his body. The metallic smell twinned with the smell of burning from the gun hung in the air. You were eventually able to tear you eyes away from the floor to the study the man you'd just saved who was looking at you with a mix of shock and intrigue. It would be hours before you realised that the bullet only missed him by centimetres.

'You just took out Escobar's right hand man.' The man's voice sounded slightly breathless but you noted that he had a thick southern accent which smoothed over the words regardless of whatever shock he was going through.

'He was going to kill you.' Was all you could reply dumbly.

'Yeah he was.' The man confirmed and a silence hung in the air between you. Once again you became aware of the body at your feet and a dull pain that had started in your hand. You flexed your hand in response and dropped a shard of the vase that you must have been gripping tightly. Blood began to flow from the wound left behind.

The man brushed his palm across his moustache as he looked around the room. Without warning he roughly kicked the small table in front of him across the room with enough force to shatter the wood. You jumped in response and briefly wondered if he would attack you next.

'Shit.' He cursed and walked forward, roughly grabbing your arm and hauling you from the small house.

For a few moments outside was eerily quiet before the sound of cars racing towards you filled the air. You seized up in fear for a few seconds, legs failing you as the man pulled you along before you recognised the approaching vehicles as Colombian police. A dozen cars and jeeps stopped at the two of you and a brown haired man with a moustache jumped out.

'What the fuck?' He demanded in a low voice, American accent present once again as he tried to approach the two of you.

'Not now Javi.' The man holding your arm shot back quickly as he weaved around him and dragged you towards a parked car.

He released you once you reached the car and held the door open for you. You obediently got in and put your seat belt on, the shock of killing someone within the last two minutes overriding all of your actions and setting you on autopilot. The man climbed in the drivers side, cleared his throat and started the car before driving off at speed.

'Sorry that I dragged you, I hope I didn't hurt you arm...' The man lingered on the last part and glanced down at your arm before cursing again. You followed his gaze and studied the deep cut on your hand. The blood had smeared all over your palm and was still flowing.

'Shit. You're bleeding.'

'I must have done it on the vase.'

'It's bad.'

'It doesn't hurt.'

The two of you descended into silence again and you glanced out of the window, trying to gauge where you were but after a few moments that only seemed to make you feel lightheaded.

'Where are we going?' You asked cautiously.

'My apartment. S'on the outskirts and the only safe part of town I can think of right now. I've been changing direction for'a while to try and throw anyone off who might'b following.'

'There are people following us?'

'It's probable.'

You took a deep breath to try and quell the anxiety which gripped your chest now that the adrenaline had worn off. You could see something white inside the cut on your hand which made you feel dizzy when you realised it was likely to be bone.

'Should we go to the hospital?'

'Too dangerous. I'll have t'stitch you up myself. You'll have one helluva battle scar though.'

The man glanced over at you and you noted that much of the tension that had painted his features earlier had now dissipated. His eyes were surprisingly warm and a small smile played at the corner of his mouth. You held his gaze for a second before you felt a wave of nausea pass over you.

'I'm going to be sick.'

'What?'

'Stop the car. Now.'

The man stopped abruptly and you quickly opened the door to vomit onto the dusty road below. Your hands shook as you gripped the car door. After a few moments you composed yourself and sat back heavily against the seat, trying to catch your breath. The man said nothing but reached behind you to grab a grey sweater that he offered you.

'Put this on. It gets cold here at night.'

You slipped the sweater on, relishing the softness on the material on your skin and subtly wiped your mouth on the sleeve. The two of you remained silent against for the rest of the journey.

After what felt like forever and with all of Medellín nearly in darkness you reached the man's house. As he stopped the car you felt anxiety wash over you again and tensed up wondering if you were really about to enter this strangers house.

'Wait. Who exactly are you?'

The man raised his eyebrows slightly at your question, possibly considering his answer before he decided to give one.

'Name's Steve Murphy. I'm a DEA agent who was sent here to deal with Escobar.'

You narrowed your eyes at Steve which prompted him to fish out his badge from his pocket which he presented to you. So he was legit. Or an amazing con artist.

He led you into his apartment, looking up and down each side the streets several times as you made your way inside. You noted that he double locked the front door and put the chain across.

Once inside Steve Murphy visibly relaxed. He removed his bullet proof vest and his holster and gun and placed them on the sofa. You perched at the other end and looked around the apartment. It was fairly basic and looked barely lived in save for the stacks of paper spread all over the dining table.

Steve seemed to read your mind. 'I weren't expecting company.' He murmured sheepishly before he made his way towards what you assumed was the bedroom. He reappeared after a few minutes donned in sweatpants and a light t-shirt. You noticed how muscular his arms looked outside of the thick long-sleeved shirt he'd been wearing earlier and averted your gaze before you stared too long.

Steve grabbed a first aid kit from his kitchen. 'Lemme look at that hand then.' He kneeled at your feet and took your hand, turning it over to examine the cut. Your head began to swim again so you looked away, focussing your gaze at the top of Steve's head where you noticed that a couple of strands of blonde hair had fallen forward and stuck to his forehead due to the humidity of the room.

'I'm gonna clean it. This may hurt but I have to do it.'

You nodded in response, closing your eyes as you listened to the tearing sound of Steve opening the alcohol wipes. He began to clean the wound and you ground your teeth together at the almost unbearable sting. You let out a hiss of pain several times and Steve hummed a small 'sorry' in response as he continued.

'It's pretty deep. I think I'll have to...' Steve trailed off and you could see his teeth worrying at his lip as he gazed into the first aid kit.

'I can stitch it.' You interjected. 'You'll have to hold it together for me though.'

'I can do that.'

You threaded the needed and Steve took a seat next to you on the sofa, holding each side of your hand tight together across his thigh as you began to stitch the wound. It was agony without any anaesthetic and you could feel tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you worked but you refused to quit in front of him.

Steve let out a low whistle when you finished and examined your work.

'Damn. I dunno how you did that.' His eyes found yours again but you couldn't hold his gaze for too long. He was handsome enough that it made you nervous.

A little later on with a cold beer pressed into your good hand and your legs in a spare pair of Steve's sweats you began to relax a little after what had been probably the most unusual day of your life.

'So you never told me your name or what you're actually doin' in Columbia...' Steve began as he studied you from the other side of the sofa.

'Y/N. And I work as a volunteer in San Javier.'

'A volunteer? Kinda a dangerous job if you ask me.' Steve raised his eyebrows which made you feel very small for some reason.

'I think being a DEA agent in Columbia is a little more dangerous.' You teased back and Steve let out a low laugh.

'I can't argue with that. What I also wanted to say was thank you for earlier...that could've been the last of me.'

'It's cool. Right time, right place I guess. Or not. Depending on whether they find me and kill me now.' You were half joking but Steve leaned forward swiftly, his face serious - the point of anger - as he held your wrist lightly.

'Don't say that. Nothing is gonna happen. I'll make sure of that.' His voice was low and deadly and the sound of his accent made your brain fuzzy. He leant back again when you finally replied with a quiet 'okay'.

The two of you continued to drink to lighten the mood again. The alcohol did an amazing job of numbing the pain in your hand and after a while you found yourself smiling, laughing even, at some of the stories Steve told you from when he was a young cop. He gave you the brief and least confidential details of his life while you told him all about your disillusionment with home, how you didn't really want to return, how anything even remotely normal seemed to bore you stiff.

'Well maybe normal life ain't for you then.' Steve smirked from behind his bottle, his foot just brushing your knee from where it was stretched out across the sofa. 'You did a number on that guy earlier after all.'

You felt sick at his words and your smile dropped immediately as you took a large swig of your drink. Steve picked up on it immediately and moved closer.

'Y/N I didn't mean...' He started but you cut him off.

'No. You're right. I fucking did that today. What is wrong with me...' You let out a shaky breath, your voice mixed with anger and upset as you barely even registered Steve's large palm resting on your cheek as you pulled your gaze towards his.

'Y/N that man has killed hundreds of innocent people. You weren't just saving me, you were saving others too.'

'But I didn't know that then. I didn't think, I just acted.'

'Well I'm glad of that. Your instinct saved my goddam life.'

Steve's face was very close to yours now and you didn't know if it was the alcohol or the way his accent wrapped around every word he said in a way that captivated you but you found your lips against his. Steve let out a small noise of surprise, stilling for a moment before kissing you back hungrily - large hands moving up the side of your face before knotting themselves in your hair. You wondered how long it had been since he'd had contact like this. In fact it had been a very long time since you had too.

You let out a low groan, hauling yourself up onto your knees in your to get closer. Steve copied your moments although he towered above you as your teeth gnashed together with the ferocity of the kiss.

You pulled back for a moment to study Steve's face. His lips were full and slightly parted from kissing and his eyes were dark. You went to speak - to try and make this situation intelligible to yourself but he swooped back in and captured your mouth again.

You whimpered at the sensation of his hands pulling roughly at the denim material that covered your hips. You wanted him to rip your clothes off you. Instead you found yourself being tipped onto your back on the sofa as Steve's lips travelled down your neck, nipping at the skin covering your collarbones. Your breath caught in your throat in response and you ground your hips up against his which caused him to swear under his breath.

You wanted to speed things up and ran your hands under Steve's t-shirt, admiring the muscle of his broad back - how beautifully it juxtaposed the softness of his middle, when his hand suddenly reached up to stop you.

You froze straight away, retracting your hand as Steve broke away from you. He wore the same fucked out expression but it was mixed with something else now - guilt.

'I shouldn't be doing this. I can't do this.'

'Oh. I mean - don't do it if you don't want to.'

'No I do. It's just...' Steve trailed off, looking for the correct words. 'It's unethical.'

'Unethical?' You spat his own word back at him. It made you feel like a science experiment.

'I'm sorry. I just don't want to be like Javi.'

You remembered that Javi was the man who'd greeted you both earlier but had no idea what he'd done. It annoyed you immensely that he compared himself to him at a time like this.

'It's okay I get it.' You murmured.

'Y/N I...'

'Goodnight Steve.' It was rude to cut off whatever he was about to say but you felt beyond embarrassed now. Steve let his head bow and you heard him exhale in frustration, his body still firmly planted on top of you.

'Yes. Night.' He climbed off of you and made his way immediately to the bedroom. Steve returned with a blanket and pillow which he offered to you wordlessly before returning to the bedroom and shutting the door behind him.

You lay still for a long and in equal parts aroused and annoyed and too stubborn to do anything about it. Eventually you rolled over and attempted sleep which came to you quickly given the days events.

That night you dreamt about Steve, the sensation of his hot breath against your neck as he filled you and his hands clasped tightly on your hips. You woke up more than once in a cold sweat and prayed that he hadn't any of the moans that had tumbled from your lips.

Morning arrived and you waited for him to wake.

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