(MCU) Revivable
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salmon_pinkTitle: Revivable
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Sharon/Maria
Rating: NC-17
Words: 453
Timeline: Avengers: Age Of Ultron
Notes: Spoilers for Avengers: Age Of Ultron. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
mcufemslash, prompt "clothed sex".
Maria’s waiting for her. In a crate-filled room far enough into the Helicarrier’s inner workings that they won’t be disturbed, standing with her arms folded and her hip against the wall.
“I missed getting to see you in that uniform,” Sharon says. She’s worked hard to establish herself within the CIA, what with the shadow of SHIELD and its ties to HYDRA hanging over her head. Answering Fury’s call to arms might have been a mistake, but seeing Maria like this, Sharon hasn’t got a single regret.
“Mmm, that’s a shame,” Maria answers with a smirk. “I was hoping you’d help me out of it.”
The Helicarrier hasn’t been in the air for a long while, hasn’t been used, but it still smells like she remembers, still reminds her of all the times she and Maria did this. It feels familiar, right, to cross the room and haul Maria in close, sharing the same breath, eyes narrowed.
“I think I’d rather you kept it on,” Sharon murmurs, which gets her a raised eyebrow, but she’s already dropping to her knees. Pressing her face to the fabric over Maria’s stomach, inhaling the scent of her uniform, and Maria’s hands tangle in her hair, push her mouth lower.
Sharon goes willingly.
Nuzzling up hard between Maria’s thighs, opening her mouth and sucking a little at the fabric. Hanging on to Maria’s hips as she pushes forward, rubs herself against Maria’s cunt. Digs her teeth in lightly through the cloth, nipping at Maria’s mound, which gets her a sigh and a shaky, “Fuck.”
Hands in her shirt, pulling at her. “Get up here,” Maria grunts, and Sharon does, hands running up Maria’s thighs as she goes. Pushes her fingers up hard between Maria’s legs, working her through the jumpsuit, and Maria gets a hand on Sharon’s chest, squeezes her breast and scrapes her thumb over a nipple.
“Did you think I wouldn’t come back?” she asks, watching Maria’s head tip back.
“It crossed my mind,” Maria admits, in that sardonic way she has.
Like Sharon could ever stay away.
She bites at Maria’s neck, teeth half against her collar, half against skin. “Gonna make you come like this,” she hisses, knuckles angled against Maria’s cunt. She doesn’t know if this is the revival of SHIELD, doesn’t know if they’ll all go their separate ways after. But whatever this is, she’s going to celebrate properly. Her, Maria, and a quiet room in the Helicarrier is a tradition, after all.
“C’mon, Agent,” Maria goads, one hand slipping down to grip Sharon’s ass. “Show me you haven't got rusty.”
Sharon grins, dragging her thumb over the jumpsuit where she knows Maria’s clit is, swallowing her groan in a kiss.
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Sharon/Maria
Rating: NC-17
Words: 453
Timeline: Avengers: Age Of Ultron
Notes: Spoilers for Avengers: Age Of Ultron. For
mcufemslash, prompt "clothed sex".Maria’s waiting for her. In a crate-filled room far enough into the Helicarrier’s inner workings that they won’t be disturbed, standing with her arms folded and her hip against the wall.
“I missed getting to see you in that uniform,” Sharon says. She’s worked hard to establish herself within the CIA, what with the shadow of SHIELD and its ties to HYDRA hanging over her head. Answering Fury’s call to arms might have been a mistake, but seeing Maria like this, Sharon hasn’t got a single regret.
“Mmm, that’s a shame,” Maria answers with a smirk. “I was hoping you’d help me out of it.”
The Helicarrier hasn’t been in the air for a long while, hasn’t been used, but it still smells like she remembers, still reminds her of all the times she and Maria did this. It feels familiar, right, to cross the room and haul Maria in close, sharing the same breath, eyes narrowed.
“I think I’d rather you kept it on,” Sharon murmurs, which gets her a raised eyebrow, but she’s already dropping to her knees. Pressing her face to the fabric over Maria’s stomach, inhaling the scent of her uniform, and Maria’s hands tangle in her hair, push her mouth lower.
Sharon goes willingly.
Nuzzling up hard between Maria’s thighs, opening her mouth and sucking a little at the fabric. Hanging on to Maria’s hips as she pushes forward, rubs herself against Maria’s cunt. Digs her teeth in lightly through the cloth, nipping at Maria’s mound, which gets her a sigh and a shaky, “Fuck.”
Hands in her shirt, pulling at her. “Get up here,” Maria grunts, and Sharon does, hands running up Maria’s thighs as she goes. Pushes her fingers up hard between Maria’s legs, working her through the jumpsuit, and Maria gets a hand on Sharon’s chest, squeezes her breast and scrapes her thumb over a nipple.
“Did you think I wouldn’t come back?” she asks, watching Maria’s head tip back.
“It crossed my mind,” Maria admits, in that sardonic way she has.
Like Sharon could ever stay away.
She bites at Maria’s neck, teeth half against her collar, half against skin. “Gonna make you come like this,” she hisses, knuckles angled against Maria’s cunt. She doesn’t know if this is the revival of SHIELD, doesn’t know if they’ll all go their separate ways after. But whatever this is, she’s going to celebrate properly. Her, Maria, and a quiet room in the Helicarrier is a tradition, after all.
“C’mon, Agent,” Maria goads, one hand slipping down to grip Sharon’s ass. “Show me you haven't got rusty.”
Sharon grins, dragging her thumb over the jumpsuit where she knows Maria’s clit is, swallowing her groan in a kiss.
