How the Other Half Lives (NSFW)

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

Alisa unlocked the apartment door at the Waldorf Astoria. It was decorated in a rather posh manner. A crystal chandelier hanging in the living room, velvet curtains, Victorian furniture (not inspired furniture, but the real deal), fabric wallpaper, a marble bathroom, and about 1,300 square feet of luxury. She placed her purse on the dinning room table and turned back to Steve.

"Please, make yourself at home."

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[grandson_of_coul]

Once Steve was inside, there was a low impressed whistle.

"It's a bit smaller than I was expecting, but I already feel the filthy-richness just oozing from the air. I almost feel like I could go for caviar and drink Domaine Leroy," Steve said, his tongue stumbling over the french.

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"Domaine Leroy?" Alisa raised an eyebrow, her French nearly flawless as she pronounced the name better than Coulson ever could. She walked over to her personal bar within the apartment and took out a wine bottle. There was a small smile plastered on her face as she placed it on the table, and took out two wine glasses. "I will entrust you to pour two glasses of this. I would like to go slip into something more comfortable."

Her custom high heels made a gentle tapping noise as she walked out of the living room and towards her bedroom to go change. Eventually, Alisa came back out in a black satin robe... and it was unknown if anything was beneath it. She did keep her heels on, however.

"That wine was a gift from a client. I saved him millions by discovering the piece of art he was looking at was a forgery. I love how no one does any research when it comes to fine art. Anything that was produced in Europe in the Victorian era, and last seen near Germany, tends to have a red flag."

[grandson_of_coul]

...well, first the jaw dropped for the ridiculously expensive wine that he was now (very very very slowly) sipping out of his wine glass, and when she comes back into view with the robe, there was another dropping.

"That is pretty impressive," Steve said in a rush, doing his best to keep from gawking. "People tend to overlook things like paperwork, never mind that a good paper trail is remarkable when it comes to stolen and fabricated goods."

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"The Nazis loved art." Alisa frowned, taking a small sip of wine as she sat back on a love seat in her living room. She slowly crossed her legs, allowing her robe to ride up a little. "They knew artwork had great value, and how easy it was to liquidate. So they stole many paintings from Jewish families to fund their own army, and making sure those families could never re-claim the artwork."

She took a long, slow sip of her wine before continuing.

"In the end did them little good. A majority of great works was lost in a sunken U-Boat. Karma I believe. And those works of art that survived? Believe it or not, they turn up on the open market from time to time."

Her hand came to rest on the top of her exposed thigh.

"I may come from a Guild of Thieves and Enforcers, Steve. But if I come across one of these works of art, I have a moral obligation to report it to the proper authorities and get the painting back into the rightful owner's hands." She gave another smile to Steve.

[grandson_of_coul]

Steve is Decidedly not Looking at the more revealed leg, instead focusing his attention on his...date? Fiance? Rather attractive woman talking shop with him? He nods, keeping his eyes front and center.

"Totally makes sense. The Nazis were efficient vultures, and did a lot of damage historically and artistically. Good on you for doing that."

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"Thank you."

Alisa could only grin as she noticed that he was keeping his eyes front and center. She allowed her robe to slip a bit off her shoulder, revealing the top of her cleavage some. She took another sip of wine, before address him once more.

"If I did not want you to look, I would be more conservatively dressed, Steve." Alisa let out a small chuckle. "After-all, you could encounter a woman like myself on some mission. You need to act more natural. Let your eyes wander, but not too much. Make her feel desired, not like a slab of meat."

She used her finger to signal him over.

"Come, sit by me. Perhaps I can teach you something that may benefit you in the field."

[grandson_of_coul]

"Well, that's the thing, I'm normally not the one in the field. And even if I am?" Steve asks as he moves closer to her his hand ghosting her leg as he adjusts himself. "I know I'm at work. This? This isn't work."

"But tell me, what did you want to show me?"

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

She grinned, sipping her wine before placing the glass down on the table beside the love seat.

"I was simply going to tell you that if a woman shows off skin so easily, it is meant as a distraction. The real dangerous curves are the covered ones. A covered thigh or arm could have a stiletto strapped to it. The moment you lean in for a kiss, it could all end. But you cannot let her know that you know she's armed and dangerous. Act natural, and then disarm and restrain."

She chuckled, feeling his hand gently moving along her leg.

"Oh? You do not wish to speak about business, how about pleasure? And do not worry, I am unarmed. But if you want... I'm very open to being searched by you."

[grandson_of_coul]

"My my, you are fast moving, aren't you? The last time someone tried this, they tried to pull a revolver. If memory served, it was..."

Steves hand moved to her leg, finding some skin to rub gently before moving the material ever so slightly out of the way.

"...here, hidden in her stockings. Small revolver, but a revolver nonetheless."

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"While I am an excellent shot, I would prefer a stiletto instead of a gun." She gave off a pleasured sigh, letting him rub her thigh and then push her robe open some more. "Guns in close combat are a bit useless. Easy to disarm, harder to get in a good kill shot. Whoever tried this with you last time was a moron."

She then returned to his comment about "moving fast".

"Do you have a problem with that?"

[grandson_of_coul]

"That, I don't. The relationship I told you about? Started in almost the exact same way. Well, without the playing cards and implied engagement and more drunk fooling around after a nice dinner," Steve continued, his hand gliding a teensy bit more under her clothes while he leaned in to kiss at the bare skin of her neck.

"Of course, we started with drunken making out and not talking of which instrument of murder is best in close quarters."

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

She leaned back a bit more, moaning as he started to kiss her neck. That was one of her weak spots. Her hands began to moved along his sides, then his back.

"So, how far did you get?" She asked, exhaling. Perhaps this engagement was not going to be so bad after-all.

[grandson_of_coul]

"Considering we kept her roommates out of the room for the rest of the night, take a guess," Steve said in between kisses, going up her neck and to her jaw. His hand was still moving ever so gently under her clothes tracing small circles on the bits of flesh it touched.

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

Okay, now this engagement was totally worth it. Her hands finally moved away from his sides, and began working on his belt, trying to get it unbuckled without damaging it. After-all... she could rip it off with her powers, or break it open. But she was a bit more considerate than that.

"Especially since his suit is really low end. I will have to take him out for a new one at some point. Might help impress someone and help move him up the SHIELD ladder by appearing more professional." She thought for a moment.

"Well... we're going to have quite a bit of fun tonight." She managed to say, before their lips met.

[grandson_of_coul]

"I'd certainly hope so, Miss LeBeau. Otherwise we've worked ourselves up for nothing," Steve says as he adjusts, trying to give her enough space to remove his clothing without issue. But he still leans in, trying to get a proper kiss in before the clothes start coming off in earnest.

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"Do not call me Miss LeBeau. It makes me sound old." She spoke between breaths, one of her legs wrapping about his hips, and the other dangling off the love seat. "Call me Alisa."

Alisa was not one for full clothing removal at this time. Things were hot and heavy, sure. But there was something about leaving an article of clothing on that made everything more exciting. She moved to unzip Steve's pants, then pull them down his hips a bit, before moving her hands back up his sides, and to his shoulders.

Morning

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

Alisa had woken up first. She had showered, gotten dressed, made breakfast for herself and Steve, and was already busy with work by the time he got up. She sat in a white dress blouse, a black vest, and black pencil skirt, sipping some coffee as she did research on some artwork Alistaire wished to purchase for his hotel. Everything from tracking previous auctions on legit pieces of work, to looking up estate catalogs.

By the time Steve crawled out of bed, she looked over at him with a raised eyebrow, taking another sip of her coffee.

"Good morning, Steve. Did you sleep well?"

Re: Morning

[grandson_of_coul]

"I did. In fact, I'm kind of glad I had the day off today, because I don't think I've had that good a nights sleep in a really long time. That's weird to me," Steve says as he walks up, kissing her head as he takes a seat next to her.

"So, what's on the agenda? I certainly hope it's crime prevention and not crime itself. I do have a slight problem in that regard if it is crime."

Re: Morning

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

Alisa could not help but laugh at his words.

"I have a SHIELD agent in my apartment. The most straight laced one I could ever think of! Do you really think I would be doing illegal activity with you around." Alisa smirked. "No. Alistaire Shaw is looking to buy some artwork for his new hotel. I am looking up the artwork he wants and trying to broker a proper price for it. I am also looking for some alternatives, if he could not get the artwork he wanted."

She placed her coffee down on the table, and padded the seat next to her on the antique couch.

"Though I could take a rare day-off, today. Perhaps get you a nice suit for work. One that does not look like it came off a corpse." Alisa grinned at Steve. "I do not mean to be cruel, but seriously... grey suits do not work on you. How about a nice black with with a red tie? Something that oozes confidence and power. Like "Here I am, Agent Coulson, ready to kick Hydra's ass and look good doing so"."

Re: Morning

[grandson_of_coul]

"Oooh, corpse suit jokes, and so early in the morning? I think you still have a ways to go before you beat my sister in making those jokes," Steve said with a smirk. "She's been poking fun at my wardrobe for over two decades."

Re: Morning

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"Ouch, now I just feel bad." Alisa closed her laptop up and look up at him. "Well, if you want to go out to buy a new suit or two, we can do that. Or we can look at some brownstones for our future home, if you want."

She continued to smile, leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"The choice is up to you. Or, if you have any suggestions, I am all ears."

Re: Morning

[grandson_of_coul]

"As much as I would like a sugar momma, I'd rather not do anything that draws attention to this. If I go to work with suits I don't wear that costs half a months salary, there'll be questions," Steve said, smiling at the kiss. "As for suggestions, I'm really drawing a blank. I'm...err, not well known for my social or financial exploits. So I have no clue what would be good."

Re: Morning

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"Just name something, anything." She smiled, giving Steve a kiss on the lips this time. "And I am not a Sugar Mama. We are going to be partners. So what's mine is yours, and what's yours is mine... unless you would like a pre-nup?"

That last sentence just made her grin.

"Steve, it's your day off. You are living with me now. Just pick something to do for the day."

Re: Morning

[grandson_of_coul]

"Wow, first a sugar momma and now an ultimatum? I don't know whether to be appreciative or a smidgeon creeped out. Besides, didn't you have to go and look at houses?"

Re: Morning

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"Ummm... that was not an ultimatum. That was an observation." She raised an eyebrow. "You confuse me, Steve Coulson, and yet I am okay with that."

Winking, Alisa opened her laptop back up and started to browse through the brownstone options they had. "Okay, so here are our options. Father is paying for the home, oddly enough. It is a wedding present to the both of us. Sooo... it means we have to pick out something we BOTH like."