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“I can’t!” (Y/N) huffily complained. He’s been overworking her and every (and I mean every) single part of her is sore.
Her instructor rose up, clenching his jaw. “What was it like, dancing?”
“Excuse me?” She could feel his breath fanning her sweat covered cheek.
“Ballet.”
(Y/N) stood stunned for a moment, and for the first time in a very long time, silent. The ballet she did before ending up in the Red Room under his wing. What was it like, anyway? “I don’t know, the same routines, the same mirrors for walls.”
“My first rule,” The Winter Soldier said, metal fingers tracing her skin. “Be unpredictable.” Then with a swift move, he snatched the blade from her grasp and held it against her neck.
“Not fair!” She frowned, crossing her arms. He chuckled, before tucking the knife in his belt.
(Y/N) could feel the heat emanating from him in the stormiest winter, coming closer and closer to her. Step by step until he was standing so close she could kiss him.
“Unpredictable, huh?” (Y/N) pursed her lips and her eyes darted in calculation, from his unshaven stubble to the red star on his arm. He smirked when her hooded eyes met his.
“What’s your name?” Her question caught him by surprise, as his mouth slightly agape. He was completely frozen. Seeing this, (Y/N) tiptoed close enough to kiss the corner of his parted lips.
When he didn’t respond, she let her tongue in. Exploring her instructor’s mouth. He tasted like alcohol, a substance as forbidden as her desire for her instructor. Almost as if he melted against her, his lips started moving.
Rapidly, she jolted away, breaking the kiss. His expression was absent when he felt the sudden chill of his own knife, that (Y/N) pressed against his neck. “Unpredictable, like this?”
“Exactly,” he answered, slowly breaking into a grin.
(Y/N) smirked full of pride at the satisfaction in his eyes. “I guess we’re done for today.”
“Not exactly,” he said. “You still have to learn how to fuck.”
“I’ll have you know, I fuck good, Nameless Soldier.”
“I am not nameless,” he stated, ignoring the glinting knife against his chest and she laughed.
“Well, prove it.”
He raised an eyebrow at her. “The day you make me beg, doll.”
She beamed watching his arrogant smirk. “In that case, let’s get practicing.”
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