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He’s standing tall with his hands on his hips, looking every inch of the commanding leader that he undoubtedly is while he debriefs the room on the latest mission.
You watch in amazement, awed by the dedication Steve shows to the job (it’s one of the many reasons why you fell in love with him), but also by how dashing he is in this moment consumed with a passion you’re eager to unleash upon something other than mission reports.
Steve begins to protest once the room has cleared and you lock the door to intruders, but the warnings quickly die on his tongue when you kiss him quiet.
By the time you two reluctantly pull apart his hair is tousled from your fingers running through it; his face flushed and lips swollen. Your eyes travel lower to discover his pants straining to retain his arousal. You have him exactly where you want him.
“What now?” He asks blue eyes searching, wanting.
You’re halfway out the door when you answer, “Why don’t you follow me to find out?”
“Yes, ma'am.”