She didn't blush, she didn't visibly respond to the kiss in any way that might reveal too much -- decades in SHIELD having her emotional responses ripped out and re-served to her on a platter of well-timed deception kept her in check, but she couldn't help that heat that ran up her spine or the way her toes curled slightly when he kissed her. It felt nice, and it felt a whole lot less staged than maybe it should have. But she really didn't mind that -- she liked it. She liked him.
Nick Fury was going to kill her. The only thing worse than having one Steve Rogers as a liability was having two and he was well on his way to be -- well, maybe not a top priority, the missions always came first, but close. Close to most important, at least more important.
She searched his blue eyes for a moment as the elevator doors started to open and then she extended her hand and pressed the "close" button to slam them shut again. Sharon held the button down as she kissed him a second time, with the kind of determination that might scandalize a French Cabaret Girl. She bit down on his bottom lip gently and pulled before letting him go and sinking back on her heels. She released the button to let the doors open.