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]

"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.

[grandson_of_coul]

Oh, he's definitely not going to stop that at all. He'll shift himself up, making it plenty easy to get the boxers off. Not at one moment will his eyes leave hers, but his hands will intertwine themselves in her hair. He won't pull or grab or yank, but simply be there.

"I like where this is going."

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

She tossed the boxers off the side of the bed with some ease, before leaning back over Steve. She gave him a smile, possibly the prettiest one since they met, before kissing along his chest again, and moving down his stomach.

"Well, I'm glad. I like where this is going, too." She moaned, before taking Steve in her hands and gently massing his length. She lowered her head, just placing gentle kisses along the head of him, wondering how he would react to this.

[grandson_of_coul]

There's a sharp intake of breath on Steves part when she starts massaging him, and when her kisses come down there are hitches in the breath. Still, his eyes don't leave her as she works. He shifts his hips a bit, moving ever so slightly to emphasize the feeling of her lips on him.

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

He shifted his hips, a clear sign he was enjoying himself. Always a good sign. Alisa moved her tongue painfully slow, running along the tip of his length, right before she started to climb back on to his hips.

She teased Steve even more than before. Her hand still grasped his length, as she rubbed just the tip of him along her folds.

"Are you ready?" She asked, gasping herself. This was so exciting, so thrilling.

[grandson_of_coul]

His hands moved, one on her hip and the other grasping at one of her wonderful breasts. There's a smile at the change of position, but when she started rubbing the sharp breathing returns.

"Yes, yes I am, Alisa," Steve manages to get out.