She went, oh so willingly. In a typical teenage rush of hormones she had no idea what was going to happen but it obliterated everything else in that moment. It was a mistake that in any other setting might have been lethal, but with him she was safe to lose herself. For the first time in her memory she did lose herself, the feel of him, sense of him was all she knew and she drank it in. He was with her, not the Winter Soldier but James, her James.

She whispered things between kisses, terms of endearment, promises, words that had no meaning only feelings that poured from her. She was in love, she knew it to be true, she had been careful not to expose the secret to anyone, but she knew it as surely as she knew the feel, weight and balance of her training pistol. This was illicit and forbidden but that hardly stopped her, it was perhaps unlocking the doors of making her unstoppable in other ways as well.

She stretched with his recline and her body laid across his, a small and feverishly warm blanket of arms and legs enfolding him. Her heated lips taking his and offering themselves back while hands ran over his shoulders and chest in slow, easy exploration. She simply could not get enough of him. Reality would intrude sooner or later, but having had a taste of this she was brazen now to take all she could get of this intimacy.