"So you're saying that you're from another reality," Zemo says slowly, "and that in your world I'm just a..... character?"

"Yeah," I sigh.

I've spent the last hour going through pictures and videos on my phone, explaining everything I can.

I'm sitting on the counter while Zemo sits on one of the dinning room chairs still looking at my phone.

A smirk crosses his face.

"What? What are you looking at?"

"The photos in your hidden album."

"What?!"

I jump off the counter and go for my phone. He holds it away and gets to his feet, keeping it out of my reach, as he backs towards the living room.

"I wasn't expecting a tattoo," he smirks down at me, "then again, I haven't been graced with that view yet."

"Oh my god!" My face goes red, "Zemo! Give me my phone!"

I jump to reach it, my body slamming into his, knocking us both over. We topple over the back of the couch and roll onto the floor with Zemo on top of me, propped up on on of his elbows so his full weight isn't on me.

"Well that didn't go as planned," I groan.

"Well maybe not for you," Zemo smirks down at me before his gaze shifts to my shoulder.

I look and notice my entire shoulder is sticking out since the shirt is too big. He brings one of his hands to my waist, gliding his pinky under the band of the sweatpants.

"Where are your underthings?" His voice is gruff.

"Uh- in the wash," I can feel my face go red again.

He shifts the shirt a bit and lowers the rim of the pants just enough to see my right hip bone, where my tattoo sits in it's elegant scrawl.

Darling

His eyes find mine again, the smirk on his lips even broader. I hold his gaze only for a few seconds before turning away red faced.

His lips gently ghost my collarbone as his thumb plays over the tattoo.

"I wonder why you chose that word specificly," he says against my skin, "Darling."

I shutter a bit.

The hand on my hip travels lower. I gasp as the pads of his fingers find my already slick folds.

He hums against my skin and he brings his lips higher up my throat.

"Someone's excited again," he nips at my neck as his fingers slowly slide up and down my folds.

"Oh yeah?" I gain a bit of confidence, "me or you?"

I cup him through his pants and he growls against my neck.

His fingers circle my clit as his lips find my jaw.

I palm him earning a low moan from him.

His lips search for mine.

I snap back into reason and cover his mouth with my free hand.

He moves his head, freeing his lips from my shield, and halting the actions of his hand.

"Why won't you let me kiss you?" He asks, I can hear the hurt in his voice.

"Because this isn't real," I say not looking at him.

"It is real."

"No, I mean this world isn't real, it's made up," I finally look at him, "and I don't need to get caught up in fantasies."

"If you're right, and you're not from this reality, then why shouldn't you get caught up in fantasies?" He asks, "what you do here won't effect your world."

Wait he's right.
What I do here won't effect my world.

But what about me?
How will it effect me?

"Just relax," Zemo coos, his fingers slowly resuming their work, "trust me."

I gasp and close my eyes, and he takes advantage of it, trapping my mouth in a heated kiss. I moan into it as his tongues explores my mouth and pushes a finger into my core, pumping it in and out slowly.

We break away for air as he adds another finger.

"Fuck," I moan quietly and tilt my head back.

His lips attach to my neck again, sucking and biting as he adds another finger, pumping them faster.

My hand finds it's way into the front of his sweatpants, my fingers gently stroking his length. I pull it out and wrap my hand around him, pumping slowly.

"Fuck," he breathes next to my ear, "don't stop."

I move my hand again, squeezing a bit as I do.

"Mmm," he groans as he begins to rub my clit with his thumb while still pumping his fingers, "faster, Darling."

I pick up my pace, matching his. Our moans grow louder.

My legs begin to shake.

"Helmut, of fuck, I'm gonna cum," I moan, my free hand going to the back of his neck. I pull him to my lips, kissing him harshly.

He thrusts into my hand as his length twitches in my grip.

He moans into my mouth as our tongues dance together.

"Cum with me, Darling" he groans resting his forehead against mine.

I squeeze around his fingers as I go over the edge. I feel him twitch in my hand again as he cums with me. I keep pumping, milking every last drop from him.

His whole body relaxes, nearly slumping completely on top of me, as he rests his head in the crook of my neck for a moment while we catch our breath.

"I think we made a mess," he chuckles against my skin.

"Just a bit," I laugh with him.

He props himself back up on his elbow as he removes his hand from me. I whimper a bit at the loss, which makes him chuckle again.

I look down at my shirt and my hand finding it a mess with his cum.

An idea pops into my head.

I move my hand up to my lips, never once looking at him, and lick my hand clean, keeping and innocent look on my face.  Once clean, I look up at him. His mouth is slightly agape and his eyes shine hungrily.

"You have to clean up the messes you make, don't you?" I ask innocently.

He smashes his lips onto mine, his tongue dominating mine.

We pull away for air.

"That's as far as I'm going, Zemo," I gasp.

"What happened to Helmut?" He smirks down at me and goes in for another kiss.

"It was in the spur of the moment," I blush as we pull away again.

"So you do the one of the sexiest things I've ever seen," he kisses me again, "and then still don't let me fuck you."

"Yep."

He groans.

"You're insufferable, woman," he smirks.

He lowers himself down my body and kisses my tattoo.

"And this," he nips at it, making me gasp, "is probably the biggest tease I've ever seen."

He comes back up to my lips, kissing me again.

Oh god I hope I never leave.

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~Milo💜