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]

"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.

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

Alisa moved her hips, lowering herself on to Steve. There was a sharp gasp of air that escaped her lips, feeling him start to slip inside of her. It was a slow and careful process, as she did not want to cause any discomfort to either one of them.

She sat up on Steve's hips, her hands resting on his chest as she started to get used to him. Once she was ready, she started to grind her hips against his, then start to move up and down him. Her green eyes shut, as no words could come to her lips.

All that could be heard from her were shaken moans and cries of pleasure.

[grandson_of_coul]

When Steve's member slid into her, there was a heavy moan of pleasure from the man. When she started to move up and down, the moan was cut off, choking in the back of his throat as he did all he could to touch her. Every movement demanded a moan and every moment demanded his hands touch her somewhere.

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

His hands moved from her chest, to her hips, and back again at times. It was as though he enjoyed the feel of her skin, or just had some need to keep touching her. His hands gave her goose bumps with how they just traced over her body. It did not bother her, it just made everything much more erotic.

Alisa's fingers moved along his chest, as she tried to keep herself steady.Her gasps and moans soon made way to louder cries of pleasure. Her hips began to move a bit faster, but it did not feel like it was enough. With some care, she managed to grasp Steve's shoulders, and tilt the two of them on to their sides on the bed, and then lay upon her back, with Steve on top of her. All without losing a beat, or having Steve slip out of her.

Her somewhat delicate looking hands moved to his shoulders, her lips pressed against his in a hungry kiss, Alisa let her desire be known to her future husband.

"Hard and fast." She said with a low moan of delight. Her lips moving to nip on his ear for more incentive. "Hurry, Steve... I want you so bad right now."

[grandson_of_coul]

There isn't a verbal response from Steve, but it's clear he understood what Alisa said. He plants his feet as best he can and begins to move his hips in time with Alisa. Every down movement is met with a thrust going, while his own mouth goes to nip at her as well.

Sometime Later...

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

The two continued on for some time. But like most good things, there had to be an end, right? Alisa laid beside Steve, her legs intertwined with his, the blankets of her bed tossed about and disheveled, and a few pillows having been knocked about. Her chest was pressed up against his, her fingers trailing along his spine, while her head rested on his shoulder.

"That was... wow..." Her brain was finally starting to function, again.

Re: Sometime Later...

[grandson_of_coul]

Steve....didn't properly have his brain back. It was functioning, it was there, but...it was out for lunch, with a big doofy smile on his face replacing its normal functions.

"Wow. Yeah."