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How the Other Half Lives (NSFW)

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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"It is, once you think of it. Very cliche... done to death." Alisa could not help but laugh with Steve. She cuddled up with him, her chest pressed against his chin a bit. "I'm an artist, I like to be poetic at times, I suppose."

Then, she smiled again.

"So, what does a straight laced, SHIELD agent like you fantasize about?"

"Me? Simple: clean living, decent pay, living up to your fathers reputation like crazy. You know, the simple stuff," Steve said, wrapping his arms around her and giving her a reassuring squeeze.

"I meant bedroom wise, but that is a food answer for what you want out of life, I suppose." So much for getting the answer she wanted. "Me? I want status, to get out from under my brother's shadow, and to live as I should... oh, and a personal armory with a more modern Gatling gun than the one I own would be soooo nice."

That last sentence was meant to be silly.

It may well have been meant to be silly, but she's going to get a Look for it anyways.

"That seems a bit excessive, but from what I felt you'd probably have the strength to carry around one of those big Vulcan guns," Steve said as he squeezed some more. He definitely had some strength to him, despite his not massive frame.

"As for the bedroom, well, never really experimented all that much. For someone who loved to talk big, my ex was not very creative or adventurous."

"Well, depending on how much strength I have stored, I probably could. Always wanted to try one out." Alisa winked. "Sorry, I enjoy my weapons, even if I do not use them much these days."

When he brings up the fact he had not experimented much, Alisa felt kind of sorry for Steve.

"Well, I am one for adventure and rather creative." She said with another chuckle. "Why don't we experiment some, then? Maybe try one thing tonight, and then something else in a few days? I mean... I COULD do this every night, but I do not want to burn you out or over-stimulate you."

"Again, like right now? Whoa now, gimme some more time to recover," Steve said with a laugh. "I wouldn't even know where to start with it. Is there like a wheel I spin or is it a la carte?"

"I forgot, you are not a mutant, and like myself." She grinned. "It is not like spinning a wheel or a la carte."

His French was terrible, she would have to fix that in the near future.

"A sexual fantasy is about a desire. Something you always thought about while trying to achieve an orgasm." She sat up on the bed, explaining. "Everyone has one deep inside. Some people are too embarrassed to admit them, others feel a sense of shame and never experiment, leaving them quite repressed."

She rubbed her chin for a moment, looking down at Steve carefully.

"Hmm... I think I got an idea of how we can figure out your inner desires."

There's going to be an eyebrow crane at that last bit.

"Is this something I'm going to be frightened of later?"

"I doubt it." Alisa was worried where Steve's mind went at times. "You are starting to worry me. What kind of people do you... oh... right SHIELD. Okay, look, I am not going to do anything that will frighten or scare you."

Alisa sat back up, trying to fix her hair up a little.

"No, if anything, this is going to be a fun learning experience for you. Might be a bit messy for me. but I like messy." Alisa grinned.

"I am starting to worry you," Steve said with a slight snicker. "And I don't mind messy, so long as it doesn't burn afterwards. What did you have in mind?"

Alisa reached into her nightstand, taking out a bottle of massage oil. She starts to pour some of the oil in her hands, before rubbing them together.

"Please lay on your stomach. I am going to give you a back rub, and we'll talk about things that turn you on. Once we can figure that out, then we'll know where to go from there." She smiled. "Oh, and just so you know, this stuff does not burn, it just gives off a nice, warm, tingly feeling. It should help you relax."

Steve gives Alis a bit of a look before complying, letting himself get comfortable on the bed.

"I have had massages before, Alisa. What's different about this?"

She pours some of the oil on his back, and begins to rub it in. She focuses on the muscles in his back that feel the most knotted up, trying to relieve them.

"This is different because one, I'm your lover and not some massage therapist, and two, we are going to find what makes Steve Coulson get aroused, mentally and physically." She was gentle when moving her fingers along his skin. "I'm helping to relax your mind and body, so you can think more clearly. Now, let's talk about the first time you "discovered" yourself. You know, the first time you felt a sexual desire. Surely something you thought or saw brought that on."

Steve has to think a bit, although trying to think was harder than he expected with the massage going on.

"Well, the first time was kind of by accident. I was trying to find a channel when I stumbled across the porn channel for our cable company. I saw a woman pleasing herself with a dildo. And it was...well, it was interesting to watch."

"Mmmhmm..." Alisa said, working her thumbs along his spine. "So, that one moment shaped what arouses you. You like to watch a woman pleasuring herself with a toy. That is not an uncommon fantasy for a man to have."

She leaned her head in, giving a kiss to Steve's cheek.

"See? Was that so hard to speak about with me?"

"No, it wasn't, but it's weird to think about it that way. That that is what it is. I always thought it was just seeing a woman enjoy herself, y'know?" Steve said, smiling at the kiss.

"And what would you do if I did that?" Alisa had a mischievous smirk on her lips, kissing his cheek once more, and then turning away to look inside of her nightstand.

"Right now," Steve says with a yawn to punctuate it. "Pr'bably smile while I start to sleep. That was a nice massage. I'm fighting to stay awake..."

He doesn't notice the rooting, his eyes half-drooping and somewhat glazed over.

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Alisa grinned, taking out a pink vibrator. It had pearls around the base of it and a rabbit on the side of it. She showed it to Steve.

"Oh, I do not think you want to go to sleep just yet, my love." Alisa's voice was somewhat sultry. "Not when I'm going to give you something you desire..."

It doesn't occur to him at first just what was being shown to him. But when the words finally hit him, he focuses and sees just what it is. His eyes are locked right on the toy Alisa is holding, almost as if he's mesmerized by it.

She then gave off another giggle before putting it away, kissing him quite passionately.

"We'll save that for tomorrow night. You will be sleeping over again, no?" She was a tease, and never denied it. "I'd like it if you stayed with me, Steve. Just so we could get to know one and other better, and get used to living together."

"Already, huh? Not the quickest I've heard people moving in together. Here I thought you just wanted to show me the places you wanted to buy," Steve said, stifling a another yawn, but more cognizant of what was going on around him.

"This place is temporary, oui. But it would be nice to have some company." She grinned, wrapping Steve up in a blanket with her. "Come on, you need your sleep. You look like you will pass out or something before too long."

"Just remember that some of us had a full day at work beforehand...and we don't have any kind of extra durability or resilience," Steve said with a smile, wrapping his arms around Alisa and squeezing.

"I will keep that in mind and try not wear you out so much next time." She kissed his lips again, before falling asleep in Steve's arms. It was odd, wasn't it? They just met, and yet clicked so well. Well, beyond the sex that is.

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