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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[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.

[grandson_of_coul]

The movement of the pants removal does a lot to spur Steve on, planting his lips more and more on her while the hand that had been exploring focuses on the leg now wrapped around his hips. It gives a tight squeeze before going to explore that one.

"Alisa, then. Tell me what you want, Alisa."

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"Well... I kind of want you, now." She managed a slight smirk, as her hips began to grind up against his. It not only teased him, but her as well. "What about you, Steve? What do you want?"

[grandson_of_coul]

"Just kind of, huh? Such a shame, because I do want you. More than just kind of," Steve says, his hands grip increasing on her legs, moving just enough to egg her on. He *really* liked of the feel of her on his lap, and his lips were soon at work on her neck again.

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"I want you, too. Not kind of... I mean I want you. Enough I would not oppose our union." The minute he went back to her neck, all intelligence seemed to fall out her ear and on to the floor. It was now nearly impossible to speak at this point, as the only things that came out of her mouth were soft gasps of air and moans.

Alisa's hips were moving a bit faster up against Steve's. It had been quite sometime since a man paid this kind of attention to her. She missed it, and relished what Steve was doing to her.

"Hurry..."

[grandson_of_coul]

"I want to hear you say it," Steve said, his lips coming off Alisas neck long enough to say those words. The fact is, he's barely conscious of the utter madness of the whole situation. He's in the Waldorf Astoria becoming very intimate with a woman he barely knows and is apparently engaged to because he accepted some valuable baseball cards.

"Why should I hurry?"

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"Because you are driving me nuts, and I want you right now!" She spoke in a rather swift manner.

He was teasing her back, and being quite merciless about it. Yes, she barely knew Steven Coulson. He was now engaged to her after accepting some rare Captain America cards, and she no longer had a problem with it. Alisa no longer cared that he was a member of SHIELD or that Jean Luc picked him out for her. Be it the expensive wine, or how Steve could be charming in some odd way, she had warmed up to him.

Perhaps this could really work out, for both of them.

[grandson_of_coul]

There is a smirk back, and the hand that was exploring gently know was more bold, slipping deeper under her clothes to find the more naughty things. They aren't pushing into or penetrating, but there's definitely caressing and touching of parts of her that would be considered lewd in public. His mouth is still working, but now it's working down her neck and to her exposed collarbone.

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

The foreplay was starting to get a bit dull for Alisa. She placed her hands on Steve's shoulders and pushed him off of her, as though he were as light as a feather. He fell back on the arm of the loveseat, and she got up, standing up before him.

"Come on, let's go to the bedroom. I do not want to ruin this loveseat. It would be very hard to replace." She winked back at Steve. Alisa's hips swayed, her heels tapped as she walked towards her bedroom. She lost her robe along the way, just leaving herself in some rather small panties.

[grandson_of_coul]

Well now, that was one hell of an invitation. He followed after, divesting himself of his suit jacket and boots in quick succession, letting them drop unceremoniously on the floor as he went after.

"You sure know how to make a point, Alisa," Steve said, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her, on wrapping around her waist while the other wraps higher up, just below her breasts. His lips find her nape and kiss, while his eyes are definitely on her mostly nude form.

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"I always do, Steve." She grinned, slipping her hands over his, and then guiding them to her breasts. They were not massive, but of decent size... and real. She let him experience a few feels, before nearly tossing him on to the bed.

Alisa climbed up over him, her hands starting to slip her panties down a bit, while her lips moving along Steve's. He did not come off as the "straight laced, coffee drinking, by the book" kind of guy she thought he was when they first met. No, he felt more adventurous, more alive. More like the men she liked to date.

Her lips would move away from his own, before starting to move along his neck, then down to his collar bone, and to his chest. Her hands had managed to push her panties down her thighs, and they simply fell off the rest of her legs. They were now working on Steve's Boxers, starting to pull them down.