The sunrise was indescribable. There was no breeze to blow the leaves from the trees. Not even the wild animals that called Wakanda home made a sound. Everything was quiet. Everything was still.
It was a stark contrast to the night before. The banquet hall of the Wakandan Palace had been alive with guests of Captain Rogers and his bride. The hall had been filled with laughter and dancing and drinking and love. Natasha had enjoyed the company of Mathew and Sandra Ellis, catching them up on their daughter's adventures that Kayla hadn't elaborated on while living at home. Wanda allowed Shuri to question her about the experiments she endured at the hands of Strucker and the abilities she now possessed. T'Challa actually spent much of the evening with Bucky Barnes, the former trying hard to bury the hatchet he'd created because of Zemo. And Tiffany? Well, she spent her best friend's wedding night with the man she loved, knowing it would be a very long time before she'd see him again, if ever again. They had made out in a dark corner for a while before retreating to Sam's room. But despite their best efforts, they succumbed to sleep long before their friends.
So when the sun came up over Wakanda that Sunday morning, Kayla Rogers slept soundly, tangled in her dark sheets, her legs entwined with her husband's. It wasn't until a loud barking was heard outside their bedroom door that the couple began to stir. Kayla slowly bat her eyes open, allowing herself to look upon the man she'd made love to all through the night. Quite literally. Although neither of them had been keeping track of time, Kayla knew hours had passed by. Kayla Ellis could say she'd had sex with nineteen men, and none of them could hold a candle to the one man Kayla Rogers had slept with.
Kayla moaned, stretching her leg against Steve's thigh. Steve squished his face, holding her tighter to his bare chest in an effort to keep her from leaving the comfort of the bed. She smiled against the place where his collarbone met his neck, snuggling him to show she wasn't ready to leave his side. "Good morning." She mumbled, pressing a kiss against his neck.
"Morning Kay. How'd you sleep?" Steve asked lovingly, opening his blue eyes to stare at her like she was his entire world.
Kayla scoffed, allowing her teeth to break out of her smile, "When did I sleep?"
"You'll never sleep again if I have my way..." Steve growled, turning his body slowly to go from beneath his wife to straddling her, holding himself up by the elbows to not crush her, even though he knew well by now she could take his weight.
Kayla laughed openly, meeting his hungry lips with her own before laying her head back against the pillow, enjoying the view. "I love you, Steve."
"I love you too Kay."
"I can tell." She answered coyly, rubbing her calf against his cock, which was once again hardening at her presence.
Steve's lusty blue eyes shamelessly scanned over her body, wanting to ravish her again and again. Just the night before, Steve had been nervous and inexperienced, but now he was a confident professional, ready to pleasure his wife like it was his sole purpose in life. He contemplated his options: get up and start the day, or make sweet sweet love to Kayla for the eighth time since yesterday.
"Did you enjoy it?" Steve asked huskily, lowering himself onto Kayla, which caused the blonde to throw her head back and moan.
"No. Not at all. You're terrible." She lied, her brows furrowed as she became impatient with his teasing, but unfortunately, he took her words to heart and pulled away.
The hurt look on Steve's face caused Kayla to grab onto his face, stroking his jaw as her eyes softened. "Don't joke about that Kayla-"
"You are the best sex I've ever had. You are perfect, and don't you dare think otherwise, do you hear me?" Kayla scolded, rubbing his cheeks with each of her thumbs gently.
"Better than Stark?"
"Obviously. He doesn't have your stamina." Kayla laughed, lifting her knee to push against his naked hip. "He also isn't as gentle, as sweet, as chivalrous, as passionate... shall I go on?"
"Yes please," Steve whispered loudly, beginning to nibble on her neck as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down onto her again. "I could be... less gentle, less sweet..."
"Or you could be you. Because you are perfect, remember." Kayla moved swiftly, sneaking a kiss. "We should probably get up honey. Face the day."
"I'd rather not. We could stay here and avoid responsibility." Steve whined, knowing that Kayla was ready to leave their haven.
"But I'm hungryyy." She responded, trying without luck to wiggle from beneath Captain America, "We can be alone in Argentina. On our honeymoon. Let's go."
Steve snorted in protest but pushed himself off of her enough for Kayla to slide out from under him, torturing him as she did so. Once she was free, Steve allowed himself to fall onto the soft mattress, enjoying the plush comfort. Ever since waking up from the ice, he'd found modern beds far too soft. But this morning was different because the comfort was soothing to his aching muscles. He had been sore before after missions, but this was different.
"Ow, ow, ow." Kayla whimpered, finding herself in much more pain now that she'd stood. Steve raised his head questioningly, eyes asking if Kayla was alright and if she needed rescuing. He didn't say anything, but Kayla just put a hand up, telling him she'd be fine. "I've just got to... walk it off."
As Kayla slowly made her way toward the bathroom and shut the door, Steve pressed his head back down against the soft pillow. He folded his hands together and smiled. Proud of himself for a job well done.
Approximately two minutes after Kayla locked herself in the bathroom, Steve realized the repercussions of them staying in bed: he'd have to face his friends before they could leave for their honeymoon.
They'd ask him about last night.
He wasn't ready for that.
Cap sprung from the bed, making a beeline for the bathroom door. As he pounded loudly, he yelped to his wife, "Kay! We've gotta go!"
The blonde swung the door open quickly, suds still piled on top of her head as she peered out at Steve, not bothering to even wrap herself in a towel. There were no more surprises for Steve Rogers here. Eyes wide, she questioned the soldier, "What's wrong? What's happened?"
"We need to leave. Now. If we don't go soon, Bucky and Sam will-"
A firm knock cut Steve off, and both turned to look at the door, each with very different emotions. Steve turned scarlet, embarrassed for the questions that awaited him. Kayla looked smug, knowing he'd have a lot to talk about. Before he could protest, Kayla closed the bathroom door, making her way back into the shower to finish getting clean.
Steve sighed and ignored the knocking for a moment as he scoured the floor to find something to wear. He couldn't answer the door of the room naked. Once he had thrown on some sweatpants and a white shirt, Steve slowly opened the door, seeing Sam and Bucky waiting impatiently on the other side. Zawadi ran between the two men, jumping up into Steve's arms with ease. The large chestnut dog licked his master lovingly, his massive pink tongue easily covering Steve's face with his slobber. "Hey buddy, I missed you too. I'm sorry you weren't with us last night." Steve assured the dog as Zawadi continued to lick his face, unrelenting in his affection.
"Yeah, he was a pain in the ass." Sam moaned, Bucky smirking silently to the pilot's left. "Wanda dropped him off in our room after we went to bed. Woke Tiffany and I up this morning with his barking."
"Sorry, Sam. Hopefully, he won't be too much trouble while we are away." Steve looked from Sam to Bucky as he set the dog on the floor, but Bucky continued to stare at him, his blank gaze saying more than a thousand words could. "Don't give me that look jerk," Steve told Barnes, crossing his arms defensively.
Bucky shrugged, his smile only growing, "I didn't come here to drop off your dog." The Winter Soldier side eyed Falcon, wishing Steve hadn't found another best friend so he could revel in Steve's wedding night alone.
"So how was your night with the infamous Miss Ellis?" Sam sneered, ignoring Bucky's glare.
Steve winked at his friends, "I didn't spend the night with Miss Ellis. But my evening with Mrs. Rogers was perfect." He started to close the door on his friends, and Bucky reached out his right arm to keep the door open, but two of Steve's arms easily outpowered Bucky's one, effectively stopping the boys from their snooping into Steve's love life.
Once the door was closed, Kayla emerged, wearing her white silk robe from the night before as she wrung out her hair, "They come to harass you about last night?"
"That. And to drop off this nut." Steve gestured to Zawadi, who simply panted up at Kayla, not offering her the same greeting he had given Steve. Kayla knelt down, and Zawadi slowly pattered over to her, offering her one long lick on the cheek as she grinned happily, not knowing his excitement for Steve had been heightened. Zawadi wandered away, jumping easily onto the messy bed and laying his head down, content to be with his family at last. "Apparently he was naughty for Sam and Tiffany."
"He was probably distracting for Sam and Tiffany, but it wasn't their wedding night, so I'm not too worried about it." Kayla laid herself onto the bed, letting one leg fall to the side so Steve could see she wasn't wearing any underwear, causing the color in his cheeks to grow. "He'll be fine while we are gone. He's got room to roam. If nothing else, I'm sure Bucky would like his company."
"Bucky told me yesterday Zawadi wouldn't stop growling at him."
"Rome wasn't built in a day, they'll have time to bond while we are gone. Argentinaaa" Kayla hummed, lifting her hand toward Steve for him to take it and pull her up. "Are you going to shower?"
Steve looked toward the steamy bathroom, not enticed by the humidity held within it. "I think I'm good. I'll shower when we get where we are going. Speaking of which..." He trailed off, nodding his head toward the packed suitcase by the door.
Kayla looked from the suitcase to her dog. Zawadi looked content, sitting up straight on the bed panting, his long tongue hanging out as he watched Steve and Kayla talk, unaware of their plans to leave him again. "Did you at least give Sam and Barnes something to make their trip worthwhile? Considering I'll have to drop Zaddi off with Tiffany again."
"Nope. Nothing interesting." Steve assured proudly, his smile reaching up to his eyes. "Get dressed. The sooner we get going, the sooner we can get back to where we left off."
Kayla smiled knowingly, seeing that Steve had tasted a new kind of drug that he just couldn't get enough of. She was happy to oblige. "Ten minutes. Then we'll go. Now go see Bucky and Sam, I'm sure they are tearing each other apart without you."
Steve kissed Kayla deeply, holding her face against his before pulling away and leaving the bedroom. Alone, Kayla clicked to Zawadi for him to follow her into the bathroom, where she sat down at the vanity and began to do her makeup.
"So, how was last night?"
Kayla jumped at the voice, turning to see Natasha right behind her, Wanda leaning against the bathroom doorframe stifling a giggle. "Jesus Nat, you scared the crap out of me." Kayla hissed, taking a deep breath to calm herself. Once composed, her eyes narrowed seductively as she swung around to face her friends. "Also, that's none of your business." Kayla winked, then turned quickly to continue her makeup.
"Did he cry?" Nat pressed jokingly, her grin ever present.
"No, he did not cry." Kayla defended, staring ahead as she applied mascara to her long eyelashes.
"Did you cry?" Wanda blurted, causing Kayla and Natasha to look back toward the psychic. "What?" Wanda asked incredulously as she twisted her long red hair in her hands, not wanting all the attention on her, "It seemed like a legitimate question?"
Kayla bopped her head back and forth thoughtfully, "Maybe a little. We went quite a few rounds."
"We know." Natasha and Wanda deadpanned in unison, causing Kayla to stop applying her eyeliner and laugh.
"Sorry. Uh- my bad." Kayla laughed, applying blush that should have matched her cheeks if she had any shame at all. "It was a perfect day, and a wonderful night, and I can't wait to get away from all of you nosy people and be somewhere alone with Steve."
"Fly safe Kayla. I'll see you soon." Wanda moved toward her friend, arms spread for a hug. Kayla rose and held the girl tight, not wanting her to leave, but knowing Wanda needed her own life.
"You be safe. Let us know if you need anything. Anything at all okay?" Kayla grabbed Wanda by the face, showing her offer was serious. Then she let the girl back away, turning to Nat. "Natasha?"
"Yeah yeah, have fun in South America. I'll see you soon. Take care of Cap okay? Don't break him." Natasha elbowed Kayla playfully, but Kayla simply grabbed the assassin and hugged her too.
"See you soon. Two weeks. Unless I convince Steve to run away forever. In which case I'll let you know where I'll be picking up my dog." Kayla nodded toward Zawadi who was now panting beside Wanda, wanting to be part of the conversation.
Natasha rolled her eyes at the large creature, shaking her head as she followed Wanda out of the suite, waving over her shoulder as she went. As quickly as Wanda and Natasha left, Steve returned, red as a tomato.
"You alright?" Kayla asked when she saw him standing in the doorway of the bathroom. She pulled her hair up into a tight bun on top of her head and zipped up her makeup bag, ready to pack it away.
Steve gave one long nod, never taking his eyes off of Kayla, somewhat haunted by whatever was bothering him.
"Bucky and Sam give you a hard time?" Kayla inquired again, a sympathetic smile brightening her features.
Steve looked at his shoes, kicking at the door, "Little bit. There are some things that gentlemen shouldn't talk about-"
"It's what men do. It wouldn't be the first time someone went into great detail about having sex with me darling. I aim to please." Kayla winked at her husband, easing him a little from the traumatizing questions his friends had greeted him with. "Plus, Nat asked if you cried."
"What?"
The quinjet ride to Argentina was long. Kayla and Steve Rogers spent nine whole hours aboard the jet, but neither complained. They sat in comfortable silence or reminisced about the past several years, and occasionally spoke about what they would do once they reached their destination. Kayla had once told Steve she wanted to go to Argentina because she had 'never been and it was the first place she thought of'. So that's where he decided to take her.
"We should be arriving in Mendoza within the hour. I'll put the jet down in the mountains, no one should bother it while we are here." Steve explained, looking at the GPS on the dashboard of the quinjet.
"Mountain views, private pool, outdoor fireplace." Kayla hummed, closing her eyes to imagine their suite. "It'll he magical. Just you and me. No trouble. No Avengers."
"When I was in the States picking up your parents, I stopped by the pharmacy to buy condoms. Cleaned them out. I think the cashier is worried about my activities." Steve chuckled, looking at Kayla out the corner of his eyes.
"They have no idea." Kay laughed, wrapping her arms around Steve from behind, placing her chin comfortably on top of his head as he flew the plane. "Have I mentioned I love you?"
"Yes. But I'll never get tired of hearing it Mrs. Rogers." Steve grinned, loving the sound of his wife's name on his lips.
As the mountainous ridge of the Andes came into view, Kayla felt content. She was mentally preparing herself for the three long years that laid ahead of them, but for now, some well earned rest. Steve was preparing to spoil his wife for two weeks, so she had to make the most of what little alone time they had.
Once Steve landed the quinjet on a flat area of the mountain range, he opened the back, picking up the suitcase to carry it to their destination.
"Aren't you glad I packed light?" She jested, patting Steve firmly on the back as she followed him toward the resort. "We could have transferred to another mode of transportation..."
"This is fine. We won't leave the resort anyway." Steve huffed, looking at the GPS he'd brought along. "It's just thirty miles that way." He gestured away from the mountains, and Kayla groaned. She could easily walk thirty miles, she just didn't want to."
"Steven Rogers checking in," Steve told the receptionist with a breathless smile. She grinned back at him, then muttered in Spanish that the handsome man must have walked from Heaven.
"Ese es mi esposo. Apartate." Kayla snarled in broken Spanish, causing the embarrassed receptionist to quickly type in her desktop computer and print out two keys. Kayla lazily draped her left arm over Steve's shoulder, showing off her massive wedding ring to the young woman.
"Here you go." The woman said quietly, in perfect English which caused Steve to turn from her to Kayla, his wife's smug grin more threatening than any words she could say. As Steve turned them away, leading her toward their corner room.
"What did the woman say? Is she suspicious of us?" Steve questioned his mind always on the defense.
"Don't worry about it."
"Well, what did you say to her?"
"Don't worry about that either."
Steve squished his face, skeptical of his wife's words but he didn't feel like harassing her about it. "I didn't know you spoke Spanish."
"Enough. Tiffany and I have friends in Spain. It's beautiful this time of year. Maybe we can go sometime?" Kayla answered as they arrived at their room on the far end of the resort. She opened the door slowly, revealing a beautiful suite. Kayla dropped the key on the table, looking around the bedroom before wandering to their private patio. A small pool sat next to an outdoor fireplace, a rounded seating bench near the fire with candles along the edges. It overlooked the Andes mountains, but a lush wine vineyard sat between. "It's beautiful Steve."
"Almost as beautiful as you." He murmured, coming up behind Kayla to wrap his arms around her. His fingers began to play with the straps of her wrap dress, wanting to rid her of it. "We are here. Let's get back to business shall we?"
Kayla raised her eyebrow. "Don't mix business with pleasure darling. It never works out."
"I was on business when I met you. That worked out alright." He argued, fiddling with the belt more aggressively.
"Just undress me already Steve," Kayla ordered, turning around in his arms to face him. She grabbed a hold of his green button up shirt that he'd worn for traveling. Once she had a tight grip in each hand, she hungrily ripped it open, causing Steve to stare at her in disbelief.
"You ripped my shirt?" Before she could defend herself, he grabbed a hold of her wrap dress and tugged it harshly, ripping the thin fabric. "There. Now we are even."
Kayla wasn't even mad.
She leaped from the ground into Steve's arms, kissing him desperately as he backed them into the suite, sliding the glass door closed without looking, and pulling the blinds to give them some privacy.