Sharon breathes deep and relaxes under his touch, his sweet ministrations, even as shivers race over her skin and warmth licks along her nerves. "Baby," she murmurs, sinking her fingers into his hair as he kisses along her body, his mouth as gentle over the spots where Zemo had hit her as it had been when he mapped out the bruises he'd remembered from Thessaloniki.

She tugs lightly on the back of his shirt, her voice a bare whisper. "Let me touch you."