All I Want for Christmas is You Part I

I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
I don't care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas Is you


WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS ADULT MATERIAL. OR AS ADULT AS I AM COMFORTABLE WRITING.


"I don't think this is a good idea," Steve said hesitantly as he parked the car. He heard Emily sigh, and could feel the eye roll.

"Hon, we've been over this before. They think your name is a coincidence! No one in the department actually believes I'm dating Captain America." Steve looked over at Em quirked an eyebrow.

"Still…"

"You know, if you didn't want to come, you could have just said so," Emily huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "It's not a big deal."

"What? No, I want to be here, it's just…I like people not knowing who I am."

"One night isn't going to give away your secret identity, Clark Kent." A smile crossed his lips at the Superman reference. "It's my first Christmas party with the department. Come on, just a few hours?" Em wheedled. "And then we can go home at relax." Rather than answer, Steve took the keys out of the ignition, steeled himself, and opened the car door. The wintery blast made him catch his breath, but he hurried around the car and opened Emily's door for her.

"A few hours," he stated, holding out his hand. Emily grinned and took it, letting him help her from the car. She shivered, the wind hitting her legs; the black stockings were doing little to keep her warm, and she hunched her shoulders against the cold. Steve tucked her hand into the crook of his arm as they hurried across the parking lot and towards the building, weary of ice.

Once they were inside, Em called the elevator and hit the button for the forth floor when they stepped in it. Steve helped her shrug off her jacket, and she smoothed down her green lace dress, adjusting the black belt that clinched her waist. When the elevator dinged and the doors slid open, the loud voices of her colleges met their ears, along with Christmas music. "Let's go toss our coats in my office," Em suggested.

"Ok," Steve nodded, wrapping his arm around her shoulders as she led them down the hall. When she opened the door, Em pulled him inside and flipped on the light, revealing her somewhat messy office. A few papers were scattered over the 'L' shaped desk, and the floor to ceiling wall bookshelf behind the door was jammed with papers to be graded and some of her own work to do. They draped their jackets over the backs of the chairs in front of the desk. When Steve turned to leave, however, she stepped in front of him and shut the door, the lock clicking into place.

"So," Em said, biting her lip and fiddling with her necklace. She walked towards him and placed her hand on his chest, gently pushing him backwards. "I've got a bit of an early Christmas present for you." She smirked, leaning against her desk.

"Oh?"

"Uh huh," Emily nodded, crooking her finger. Steve grinned and walked towards her. When she wrapped her hand around his tie and tugged him down to kiss him, he smiled against her lips. Her other hand hooked in the belt loop of his slacks and she pulled him forward until she was pinned between him and the desk.

"Emily," he groaned, "we can't."

"Come on," she smirked, "we haven't christened the office yet."

"All of your coworkers are out there." His argument almost died right there when she bit his lower lip before sucking it between hers. Steve's hand traveled down her side, resting on her hips; his fingers curled around her, gently squeezing her ass. Em broke their kiss and smiled up at him before lifting herself onto the desk, pulling the hem of her dress up slightly.

"They didn't even see us come in," Em countered. Steve smiled wolfishly before kissing her hard, one hand buried in her hair, tipping her head up. His other hand slid up her leg, the calluses on his palms catching on her stockings. When his fingers met skin, however, he furrowed his eyebrows, pulling away from her kiss. Em smirked before releasing him, leaning back on her desk as his fingers slid across her thigh until it met the clip of the suspender holding up her stocking.

Steve let out a low moan, his other hand sliding up her other thigh and finding the clip. He forced her legs open wider, pulling her closer to the edge of the desk. "Sweethe-"

Emily clapped her hand over his mouth as someone walked past her office door, loudly something about inappropriate use of the copier machine. She let out a soft gasp and squirmed under his hands as Steve scraped his teeth across her palm. "Monsieur Rogers," she purred. "We'll just count this as your sneak preview."

"Tease," he growled.

"Just wait until we get home," she grinned.

OOO

The next few hours were torture. Steve tried to pay attention to the people he was talking to, but his mind kept drifting back to his Christmas present. When she moved away to talk with one of her graduate students, Steve found himself watching her, then glancing at his watch. As if realizing how impatient he was to leave, Em kept finding one reason or another to stay. It was only when the older members of the staff started to leave, and the grad students were making plans to go out drinking, that Em finally was ready to leave.

Steve wouldn't say that he drove recklessly back to Avengers Tower, because he would never do that with Emily in the car. She was less durable than him, and he would never want to be the cause of her getting hurt. But there were a few points where he should have fully depressed the breaks instead of tapping them. And he didn't exactly do the best parking job when they arrived at the heated underground garage.

"Hey Cap, Doc," Clint said. Em and Steve stopped their hurried walk to the elevator. The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent was working on his prized Chevy Camaro, checking the engine fluids. He raised an eyebrow at them, taking in their shifty expressions.

"Hi," Em said.

"Clint," Steve nodded.

"Tony's looking for you. He's been going on about some party."

"Ok." Steve's arm snaked around Emily's waist as he said goodnight and Em waved as he hurried her to the elevator. "JARVIS?" Steve said as soon as they were in the car.

"Yes Captain Rogers?" the AI answered promptly as the car shot up to Steve's floor that Tony has so generously allowed him to live on, rent-free.

"Block access to my apartment for the night, please."

"Of course sir."

"I like the way you think," Emily grinned before adding, "And don't let anyone use the PA system."

"Unless it's an emergency," Steve corrected.

"An actual emergency," Emily stated. "None of the 'I've misplaced X,Y,Z' or 'I really need to tell you something' when it can wait until morning'. And no letting Tony override it."

"As you wish," JARVIS said.

"Did we cover everything?" Emily asked Steve.

"I think so," he grinned as the elevator dinged and the door slid open. They stepped right into the living room, where the lights turned on but stayed somewhat dim. As soon as the elevator doors slid shut, Emily slid off her jacket, walking backwards away from Steve. He stalked after her, shedding his own coat, which he tossed over the back of the couch.

"So, Captain," Emily said, unwinding the scarf around her neck. "Did you have fun tonight?"

"I was a bit distracted," he stated, loosening his tie.

"Oh?" They were headed towards his bedroom.

"I found out about a present I was getting."

"Yes?"

"Mmhmm," he hummed, reaching out to catch her waist, but she slapped his hand away.

"What to you take me for, Captain?" Emily smirked, reaching behind her back and unclipping the belt at her waist. "Some floozy?"

"You're a dish," he grinned, lunging forward and grabbing hold of her. Steve pulled her flush against him, leaning down to kiss her.

"Captain!" Emily gasped as he crouched, kissing a trail down her chest and stomach before wrapping his hands around the back of her thighs and lifting her off her feet. She threw her head back and laughed while wrapping her legs around his hips as he carried her into the bedroom. "Impatient, aren't we?"

"Yup," Steve said, setting her on her feet at the foot of the bed. He was about to kiss her again when she put her finger across his lips. He groaned; Emily smirked and grabbed the lapels of his shirt, shifting so that when she shoved him, he fell on the bed.

"Now, have you been good this year, Steven?"

"Yes, Ma'am," Steve grinned. Emily studied him for a moment before nodding, reaching for the hem of her dress. "Wait." She paused, furrowing her eyebrows. "Don't I get to unwrap my present?" Chuckling Em straightened up and raised her arms over her head. Grinning, he stood and tugged her dress up, looking her straight in the eyes as he did so. When it was finally pulled over her head, Em let her arms fall as the dress hit the floor.

Emily blushed slightly as Steve's eyes swept over her. She was wearing a red Chantilly Lace bustier and matching panties, with the garters he'd found earlier. His blue eyes gleamed with undisguised lust as he leaned down to capture her lips, his right hand pressing firmly against her back so that her body curved against him. He rubbed the lace of on the panties between his thumb and forefinger before sliding his hand back to cup her ass.

After toeing off her heels, Emily pushed Steve onto the bed again before straddling him. She could feel him straining against his slacks, but she took her time unbutton his shirt. Em stopped briefly when he kissed the tops of her breasts as his hands snuck around to begin untying to bustier. "Don't rip it," she ordered as he hastily tugged at the ribbons.

She shoved his shirt from his shoulders, forcing him to stop his attack on her clothes as she insistently removed it, and then his undershirt. Grinning, Em buried her hands in his mussed hair, before giving him a bruising kiss. Steve fumbled with the garter clasps for another minute before he managed to remove the bustier. Without looking, he tossed it across the room as he kissed down her bare chest. In the blink of an eye, he had flipped them so that he was now standing between her legs. Em laughed as he winked and unbuckled his belt and slacks.

Biting her lip, Em moved up towards the pillows, watching as Steve removed his pants and socks, and finally his briefs. Her eyes ran across his body, and Emily knew that she'd never tire of looking at him. Especially with the lustful gleam in his eyes. Steve knelt on the bed and reached for her, running his hands up her stockings. His hands wrapped around her knees and he pulled her towards him before lowering himself between her legs.

"Merry Christmas, Captain," Emily purred.

"Merry Christmas, Doctor," Steve said as he slid down her panties.


Author's Note: Ok, so this is for the readers of Change is Everthing. You've all been begging me for smut, and I'm pretty sure this is as close as I'm going to get to writing it.

Hope you enjoyed it! Let me know what you think =]