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It was a good thing Claire didn't have any work to do that was terribly important, because she'd spent most of the day distracted thinking about the night before. Confessing her feelings for Steve had been on her mind for weeks, and she could never figure out the right time to go there. Maybe it had been her vulnerability after the nightmare, maybe not, but last night apparently was the time. Whether it was the right time, she still wasn't sure.

Neither could she gauge how Steve seemed to feel about the whole thing, as she hadn't had much opportunity to see him, much less talk to him. They both seemed to be busy, though she hadn't forgotten his offer of dinner that night. Just dinner, no mention of a date, not that she'd really expected that. They both needed time to sort this out, maybe sitting down to talk over dinner would help, especially after each took their time to think it over privately that day. She imagined he was thinking it over now, even if he hadn't considered it before.

As the afternoon inched closer to evening, she considered dinner plans. Claire knew her impulsive nature was influencing her now, but she couldn't help wanting to do something nice. Not a date. She wasn't going to go all out, just prepare a little something for the two of them. It was easy enough see him in passing, to request that he meet her in the dining room around six. And then she got to work.

Claire held herself to some semblance of playing it cool, of not trying to prepare anything too extravagant or that might give the impression that it was a date. No, it was just dinner. A simple pasta dish, a salad. No wine, that would... imply things, and it wouldn't do either of them much good anyway. At least, she thought she recalled that Steve's alcohol tolerance was on a level with hers.

Once the table was set, all she had left do was, well. Wait. He'd probably be on time, she guessed, but she was growing too nervous to check the time. Of course he'd show up, right?

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She thought one more round might be enough, but when Steve suggested more than one... it was hard to disagree. Why not make the absolute most of their first night together, after all? Obviously they had a lot of pent up sexual tension between them.

And it wasn't like either of them would be getting much sleep, anyway.

Claire noted the way his grip changed on her with a small amount of glee, having a guess as to what was coming. Sure enough, she was right. He held onto her as he rolled onto his back, moving them both easily. She loved that, and she was sure that Steve picking her up was going to become one of her favorite things.

Shifting to straddle him, she let out a soft sigh at the friction as their hips met yet again. He felt so deliciously hard against her cunt, gliding easily through the wetness there when she rolled her hips. She didn't take him inside her yet, though.

"Yeah?" The word was half a giggle, hips making another slow grind, purposely drawing things out. Claire grinned, lifting her upper body upright to have more control over her movements. She was still within easy reach if he wanted to let his hands wander, plus it was indeed the perfect angle to watch her. "You like watching me tease you?"

Steve let out a hard breath with the way she teased against him. That alone might be enough, eventually. The slide of her against him had sparks shooting through him, had the tingles of pleasure already started getting stronger. If he was less eager to have her, to be inside her again, he might just let her grind against him until they both came.

That wasn’t what he wanted this time, though. There would be chances to come and plenty of opportunity to get sidetracked by what felt good in the right then, like that.

For the moment, though, Steve was more than happy to let her be in control. To tease him and coat him in her wetness. To let his hands roam over her body, slow brushes of his palms around her hips and waist, to skim over her breasts.

“I like watching you do anything,” he said on a breath of laughter, a needy tightness beneath it. “But if you want to do a little more than tease?” He could hardly blame her for doing it though; he’d taken his sweet time teasing and tormenting before going down on her. He’d earned a little payback.

"If I want to?" An eyebrow arched, lips pursed in a smirk that was just about as wicked as Claire could manage to look. And that she could even manage such a look while Steve had his hands running over her the way she did, well. That was an accomplishment in itself.

On top of that, the teasing rhythm of her hips didn't so much as stutter, at least not until she shifted to line him up properly. She was making a mental note to ask about all the things he'd watch her do. For now, though, she was becoming as single-minded as he was.

"It's a good thing I want to," Claire said warmly, starting to sink herself down onto his cock. Just as before, she took him easily - perhaps more so, as wet as she was from all they'd been doing. Her head tilted back just slightly, a moan escaping from parted lips as she lowered herself inch by delicious inch.

She rested her hands on his chest to keep herself steady, knowing he was more than strong enough to support her. It wasn't until she was fully seated on him that she stopped moving, to catch her breath and revel in the sensations. He was just as perfect as the first time, except being on top made her feel him even deeper.

After a moment to adjust, she let her hips rock slowly, head ducking down to claim a soft kiss. Surely the time and place would come for something more frantic, something rougher, but right now she wanted to savor it all.

He said he liked watching her do anything and he meant anything. Steve just liked watching her. Liked looking at her. Since the day she’d come to join the team, his gaze had gone to her no matter how hard he’d tried to tear it away. To make his attraction less obvious.

But to anyone who cared to see, it was probably obvious that he watched her most closely during training, that it was always her he was correcting, and that he’d always done it more kindly than he’d done the others.

His attention now was of a much better sort, though.

Steve’s hands drifted to cover hers on his chest, loosely holding them to his skin as she moved, as she kissed him, and he arched up to return that. It was easy for him to flex the muscles to hold him just a little lifted, to meet her partway, and to let her keep the lead for the moment.

Giving up control of any situation wasn’t something that came naturally to him, and it spoke volumes of how much Steve trusted her that he was able to let go and let her do whatever she wanted with him. To him. That he could give in and just feel with her too.

And that he didn’t even try to stop the soft moan that rose in his chest. Even if hard and frantic would feel good, so did the slow and leisurely. Every stroke of her body around him like a thread of pleasure wrapping around him.

Claire had always enjoyed his corrections in training, the extra attention he gave her compared to others. It had never felt patronizing or harassing - she had only ever felt he had genuinely wanted to help her improve. Maybe that attention, on some unconscious level, made her feel eventually comfortable enough to share her feelings with him.

Now she was careful to keep the pace slow, lest this be over too soon for both of them. In this position he felt deeper than before, and she was intent on enjoying the sensation for as long as possible.

At least until the next round.

But what mattered now was the current moment, the feel of his body under her, strong and solid. His hands moving over her body, lips against hers. She could feel him move beneath her, and recognized that he was letting her lead.

Steve didn't seem like he was trying to wrestle control from her, but instead reacting and giving in to pleasure. Adding to the pleasure. After a moment, she lifted her head to break the kiss, shifting so she was sitting upright on him.

He did say he liked watching her, after all.

Her hips moved a touch faster, rocking smoothly over his. A smile cracked her lips, one hand settling on his chest to steady herself.

"Not sure which I like more on me, your eyes or your hands," Claire teased.

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