Shit— [ That laugh? It's chased away immediately by the way he presses her up against the wall, presses himself up. They're wearing too many clothes, way too many clothes, but Tony's gone a little cross-eyed herself and she might actually be able to get off like this, so who gives a fuck, right?
(Okay, no, that's a lie. Tony would care. Tony would care, as in, be really upset, if she got the chance to fuck Captain America and all they did was have really frantic clothed dryhumping.)
Her nails dig into his shoulders (fuck, he has wide shoulders, god this is so unfair she could fucking ruin him) as she makes a stifled kind of noise, her ankles crossing against the low of his back. Tony's about to say something like slow down, soldier, even though she's proabbly never said that in her whole entire life, but then his lips are at her neck and her head hits the wall with a low thud. ]
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(Okay, no, that's a lie. Tony would care. Tony would care, as in, be really upset, if she got the chance to fuck Captain America and all they did was have really frantic clothed dryhumping.)
Her nails dig into his shoulders (fuck, he has wide shoulders, god this is so unfair she could fucking ruin him) as she makes a stifled kind of noise, her ankles crossing against the low of his back. Tony's about to say something like slow down, soldier, even though she's proabbly never said that in her whole entire life, but then his lips are at her neck and her head hits the wall with a low thud. ]
Steve, fuck, oh my god—