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cap_ironman2009-01-27 04:58 pm
Fanfic! Power Struggle - (1/1) - NC-17
Title: Power Struggle
Author: <Bethany_Cabe>
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Steve/girl!Toni
Beta: No beta, so any mistakes are mine.
Warnings: light bondage, but fully consensual. And girl!Toni.
A/N: This was originally going to be for the porn battle; the prompts were girl!Cap/Iron Man, slow, one hell of a dressing-down. Unfortunately, it didn't fit the 4300 character limit, so I thought I'd just put it here instead. This is why there's no plot or explanation for the genderswap (although I just love genderswapping, if I'm honest. It's a Thing I have.)
Summary: Steve has been having problems with Toni challenging his leadership. They go to talk about it, they end up arguing, they end up sort of fighting, one thing leads to another (no really, there's no plot, look.)
It had begun as a reprimand, a de-brief away from the others to straighten out the brewing power struggle between himself and Toni in private. Steve had no clue how they'd gotten to this point; but the part of his brain still functioning rationally at the back was very impressed with how well her hand-to-hand skills had developed.
"I said - "
She caught him with a firm blow to the chin, the heel of her hand doing the work before driving one knee straight up between his legs. It was fortunate that they were mostly-horizontal on Toni's expansive bed, since it meant Steve could tighten his thighs to catch hers without worrying too much about balance. He managed to grab one of her wrists as she twisted again and used his own body weight to drive her down to the mattress, pinning that arm above her head. The other hand was harder to catch; the trouble with Toni was that she was just too damned intelligent, and knew exactly when to stop flailing vainly and start making things awkward.
He finally got the other wrist and pushed himself up to look down at her, trapped beneath him.
"I said -"
"Go to hell, Steve."
Her grin was wild and reckless, beautiful, blue eyes shining their challenge, and then she was attacking again, her legs and heels and knees aiming for anything sensitive. Her slim wrists slipped through his grip, forcing him to grasp for her arms again until he was holding her biceps just above her elbows, her fingernails clawing at his uniform. She wasn't stopping, Steve realised. He could feel his own grin as he dodged a heel before rolling her onto her stomach, twisting her arms behind her to keep her still. Or, mostly still, anyway. Toni was far too anti-authoritarian to stop struggling even then; clearly, reinforcement was needed. He glanced at the bedside cabinet and yanked the top drawer open; as expected, she had handcuffs in there.
The first pair he clipped around her left wrist before she realised what he was doing, so uncurling her arm and cuffing it to the headboard was fairly easy. The second was around her other wrist when she somehow managed to pull that arm free, and her elbow caught him in the solar plexus, winding him momentarily and giving her the freedom to roll onto her back again and reach for the draw with the keys -
Steve suspected he'd never moved so fast in his life. His breath was still fighting its way back into his lungs as he straddled her waist and lunged for Toni's wrist, catching the chain of the handcuffs as her fingers brushed the edge of the keys. He hauled her arm back above her head and ignored the knee that impacted with his kidneys as he shackled her in place and watched to see what she'd do.
Finally, Toni stopped fighting, falling still against the mattress. The raven sweep of her hair covered the pillow, a few strands fallen over her face and fluttering by her mouth as she fought to catch her breath. A slight smile lingered on her open lips, eyes watching him analytically back. They'd all but destroyed the blouse she wore, Steve noted; only two buttons had survived the fight, the white fabric twisted around her body and exposing the lean, taut lines of her stomach and ribs. The underwear beneath it was red, a surprisingly erotic contrast against her tanned skin. And, Steve realised with a sudden throbbing jolt, she wore nothing else.
It was too much. Steve was tracing his fingertips across her exposed abdomen before he realised what he was doing, and Toni quivered very slightly beneath him. It was enough of a response to make him flatten his palm against her and slide higher, ripping open the remnants of the blouse to reveal the pale scar that ran down the centre of her chest and that magnificent bust, currently rising and falling rapidly. He glanced at her face and saw her eyes, pupils blown wide with arousal. It was far too much.
The bra had detatchable shoulder straps, which Steve made short work of before sliding one arm beneath her and pulling up, forcing her back into an arch for him to casually unclip the bra with the other hand and pull it free. He held her there as he bent his head to the tanned skin and ran his tongue along the scar over her heart; Toni groaned, arms pulling at the unyielding metal as she writhed, the vibrations of her voice even reaching Steve's mouth. He grinned against her, letting her feel his teeth on her skin before lowering her back down and moving down to the red thong. She trembled as he hooked his fingers along her hips, a small noise emanating from her throat.
"I said," Steve repeated deliberately as he pulled the fabric down her body, "that you aren't the one in charge here." The thong joined the bra, and Steve pointedly undid his belt so she could see. Toni watched him. He could see the gears turning behind her eyes as she tried to work out what he was going to do. He pulled his erection out and leaned down over her, close enough that he could feel the quivering tension in her body against his own chest and thighs, could feel her breath against his cheek, and he whispered into her ear.
"Apparently, I need to prove it."
He entered her slowly, taking his time to fill her to the hilt, so that by the time he was all the way in she was writhing against him, pulling plaintively against the handcuffs. He took hold of her chin in one hand and held it still, her eyes locked onto his, and he smiled down at her as he slowly pulled out and slowly pushed back in again. She made a keening, desperate noise, and he smothered it with a kiss, his tongue plundering her mouth as he set up the rhythm; achingly, teeth grindingly slow, but steady and powerful. There was no need for speed. Toni was going nowhere, and the intensity at this pace was almost blinding.
"Please," she whispered when he'd let her. Steve shook his head.
"No," he said simply. She moaned as he pushed fully in again, head straining against his fingers. It was taking a good six seconds or so to complete each thrust just in one direction, and Steve strongly suspected she'd never gone this slowly before.
"Please," she whimpered again as he inched his way back out again, wrists straining at the handcuffs. "I -"
"It's my decision, Toni," he interrupted her. "Not yours."
Toni sobbed at the response, frustration fuelling her, and she wrapped her legs around his hips in an effort to hurry him up; but Steve was far stronger than her, and wasn't even slightly moved by the effort. Firmly, he tightened his grip on her chin and forced her to make eye contact.
"Do that again," he said pleasantly. "See what happens."
It was probably the first time she'd ever backed down from a dare in her entire life, but she did. For a long second they stared at each other, Toni's eyes wide and desperate before she submitted, her legs relaxing around his waist. It deserved a reward, Steve supposed; he changed angle fractionally, grinding inexorably into her at the apex of every thrust and making her cry out each time, still following that slow, slow rhythm. He grinned down at her as the tears pricked at her eyes, threatening to fall with each gasped, shuddering breath.
"Too loud," he told her, and claimed her mouth with his own; and she moaned and writhed desperately, tears running down her cheeks as he controlled her, until finally he pushed as deeply as he could and she finally came, screaming into him, the sound swallowed by his tongue and throat. He drew it out, maintaining the slow rhythm over a good ten thrusts until the screaming sounded almost agonised, and at last Steve allowed his own orgasm. It ripped through him with the force of a freight train, his vision greying at the edges, and then he collapsed limply onto a panting Toni, simply content to lie inside her and around her as they both regained their breath.
He was probably crushing her, Steve realised at last, and he pushed himself back up onto his elbows. Toni grinned up at him, those beautiful eyes twinkling as she recovered. Submission would never last long in Toni.
"I still say you can go to hell, Steve," she told him.
He froze, staring at her, and then smiled an unbelieving smile.
"Oh, Toni," he said, tipping her chin back and exposing her throat. "Oh, how you're going to regret that..."
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Also, girl!Tony = win in my book.
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Hurrah, I made you re-read! My work here is done... Thanks!
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Because it's all the aesomeness of one's favorite slash OTP, but with bonus added breasts.
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The underwear beneath it was red
Was it, by any chance, a thong?
ripping open the remnants of the blouse to reveal the pale scar that ran down the centre of her chest
Yay for remembering Tony/Toni's shrapnel scars (which canon all too frequently forgets).
The thong joined the bra,
Yay! Red thong! Hah!
"I still say you can go to hell, Steve," she told him.
He froze, staring at her, and then smiled an unbelieving smile
*grins* I think I like Toni. She's somewhat more dominant/feisty than Tony, probably because a woman has to be twice as tough as a man to make it in the corporate world.
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Also: hurrah for the red thong! Totally had to be in there. As did the scars; I always miss them in canon, or did before Extremis, anyway. And a have an almost fetish for them.
Thanks for commenting!
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Thanks for the comment! Glad I entertained.
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