The Captain and the Prostitute - a meeting of Steve Roger and Vivan Ward
AN: This idea bugged me until I wrote it. Please enjoy and review!

"Excuse me," Vivan turned to look at the speaker a little surprised at the tone.
Usually any comments she got while working fell into two categories: either the disapproving tones of the high and mighty, or the randy voice of those wanting her services. This one was neither – it was just polite and a little nervous.

"Whadda you want?" she responded a little defensively to the tall fair-haired man stood before her.

"Oh, sorry, if you're busy..." He seemed taken aback, an unusual way for a man who looked like him to be, so she relented a little – partly out of kindness, partly because she knew she had a chance of getting cash out of him.

"No, it's okay, do you want something?" Vivan leaned over towards him slowly, a move guaranteed to interest any hot blooded straight male – he looked good for the cash even though his jacket looked old.

Her leg gained only the merest glance before he was looking at her eyes again. "Um..."

Interesting – a curtsey drilled into him, a old style boarding school perhaps? Well, as awkward as he was, Vivan was smart enough to know boarding school equalled money.

"I was wondering if you could do something for me. It wouldn't take long and I'm willing to pay for it. I wouldn't usually ask but you looked so good," he blushed and Vivian relaxed onto familiar territory again. To be fair to him, he was sweet looking, and looked as if he wouldn't welch on her either, he was the ideal client - and the shy or embarassed ones tended to pay more, anyway.

"Oh never mind, it was presumptuous of me to ask you anyway..."
That decided it, any guy who used the word "presumptuous" in a sentence was a step up from her usual clientèle.

"Nah, it's fine. I'm that kinda of girl, spontaneous ya' know, is there someplace you wanna go?"

"My apartment if you're sure. My name's Steve Roger by the way..."

"Do you want me to do anything else?" asked Vivan, after only half an hour.

"No sit still. The light's perfect! Please if you don't mind?"

This was unusual and quite pleasant Vivan reflected as she held her position.

"Okay, I think I'm finished. You can relax now. Do you want to see?"

"Yeah." It was beautiful. "That's amazing, have you always been able to do that?"

Steve blushed at the praise – Vivan decided she liked him looking like that.

"I've sketched when I was a kid but not anything serious, but now I've able get my hands on some good materials. Do you mind if I ask a personal question?"

"If it's too personal I can always not answer it, can't I?"

"Do all young ladies dress like you?" The question was not accusatory just honestly asked, where had this guy been living, the Antarctic? Vivan wondered. He's a proper, honest to God gentlemen. Buy you a meal, see you home but no more without permission. He thinks it's a choice , my choice, not a right. She didn't want to lie to him, but she didn't want to let him down by telling the truth either.

"No, I'm a bit of an exception."

That at least, Vivan acknowledges has never been a lie.