#steviepie

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He hit the mans shoulder rather roughly, causing the man to nearly fall from his chair. After he scrambled off, Share quirked a brow at the blonde haired soldier. "We were drinking, Stevie." He sighed realizing how far she already was, instinctively he reached for her glass; however Sharon had different plans and smacked his hand away. "Mine." With that word spoken, she took another shot of scotch.

"Alright, how about this. Whoever can't drink anymore has to do what the other says?" Knowing he'd win by a landslide, Share rolled her blue eyes. "I'm not a lightweight, Rogers." The blonde sat up almost completely sober, shocking him entirely. "I guess not." A deep chuckle left his lips as he took the mans glass and poured himself and her a drink. "Better idea," Share leaned forward and took her glass, though her blue eyes never left his. "How about we take a couple shots then go back to your room."

This would be the second time she and he would be having an intimate conversation, Steve wasn't quite sure how that made him feel. Then his eyes trailed over he toned curved southern figure. Even if he was a soldier, he was still a man. "We're reliving our first trip here, huh?" A small innocent smile appeared on her pale face, causing him to want her more.

"I don't think you opposed the first time, did you, Mr. Rogers?" She batted her eyes and had him standing by her side, holding her up close to his body. The intense desire burning in both of their eyes, "don't joke, Sharon. You know I've missed your touch." His hand ran through her golden locks, causing her to close her eyes and lean further into him if possible.

"This is wrong, the people who get into work related relationships are always failing at a 99.9 % rate." She slowly opened her eyes once more, this time Steve had her bridal style in his arms as he walked her out of the bar. "Good thing I don't work for SHIELD, I simply come when they call." Now she was grinning at the smug bastard who was carrying her, just as if she were a rag doll.

Name: My Commander

Ringtone: I wanna love you forever: Jessica Simpson

Sharon told Steve she was coming home, this time with her mother and father. Her heart was racing when she stepped through their apartment door, parents on either side of her checking it out. Her dad seemed to be not amused, while her mother kept telling her how nice it was. A wonderful location and everything. "Safest place in Brooklyn." Sharon kept repeating to herself, trying not to let her fathers annoyance get to her.

"Dad, when Steve gets here be nice." Her dad simply shrugged his shoulders, "when am I not nice?" he mused and sat down on the couch. "Mom." Sharon growled causing the elder woman to rub her shoulders. "Steve and your father will be fine. Don't worry your little head, sweetheart."

Six weeks ago Sharon was just another girl in Brooklyn, NY. She'd got a job working at this stupid bar, she was a normal gal. Then everything changed when she let Steve into her life. Instantly her life was on a new course, the way he acted around her, to how she seemed to be a colder human with him. Steve swore he loved her, but she knew somewhere in her soul he was using her the way she was using him.

Sharon sat at her vanity, applying the makeup to her eyes. Everything she'd ever wanted was here, from lipsticks to brushes, down to the clothes and shoes. He was buying her love and affection. Her pale white hand picked up yet another brush, adding a bit of blush to it to give her fair skin some color. A crack in the wood told her he was near her, probably standing in the doorway.

"Watching me now, Don Rogers?" Her voice was laced with sarcasm and honestly, a part of her enjoyed his eyes on her. Sharon just wouldn't admit it.