A/N: Theres filth in this chapter. Im not sorry though. Enjoy. lol
Waking up in Steve's arms was quickly becoming my new favorite thing. Though this time was unexpected. I didn't remember falling asleep, but I had at some point during the movie and had easily slept through the night. We were both still fully clothed, lying atop his navy bedspread, my head on his chest and his arm around me. He stirred the moment that I did, shifting and stretching, his eyes sweeping the room once before landing on me.
"Goodmorning," he said with a sleepy smile.
"Goodmorning," I whispered, snuggling into him further. "Your bed is ridiculously comfortable and puts mine to shame."
Steve chuckled. "You haven't even slept under the covers yet."
"I wasn't planning to spend the night, but I am glad I did because now that I know this bed exists I don't want to leave it," I sighed. "I still can't believe that you like spending the night at my apartment in my lumpy old bed when you have this bed."
"Like I said before you are at your apartment in your lumpy old bed and you're comfortable there and I like being where you are," he pressed his lips against my temple sending heat through my face.
"I'm pretty comfortable here. I haven't slept that good in a long time."
"Well my room is available to you anytime you want. Feel free to spend the night whenever."
"I don't know if you really want to give me permission for that, Steve. You're gonna start finding me in here sleeping even when you aren't here."
"Hmm, coming to my bedroom and finding a beautiful woman asleep in my bed? I could think of worse things," he reasoned.
I felt a blush touch my cheeks, one that had me looking up at him through my lashes. After three months of dating I still blushed red like a tomato whenever he complimented me, which he did often. His phone chirped loudly on the night stand, Steve leaned over me to retrieve it. His brow furrowed as he read the notification and let out a hefty sigh.
"What is it?"
"They're sending me out on a mission."
"When?"
"Natasha and I leave in two hours."
I felt my face fall. "Oh. That's very soon."
"I know," he set his phone aside and rested back into the pillow, running his hand over his beard. "I knew there was a possibility of being sent out. The Panel was debating on whether the mission was approved or not. It's been up in the air for weeks actually, but I guess they made a decision."
Most of the missions Steve was sent on were deemed classified. Even the mission briefs I received for Tony were redacted for my eyes until Tony himself saw them. So I never bothered to ask where or why he was going on a mission.
"How long will you be gone?" The thought of not having him around had my stomach in knots.
"I really don't know, Sweetheart."
The knot in my stomach twisted tighter. I tried to hide the disappointment from my face and sat up. "I should go then, so you can get ready."
"Hold on a second," Steve grabbed a hold of my arm to stop my attempt of getting off the bed. "I have two hours. I can take some time to properly say goodbye to my best girl."
I should have been ashamed at the heat that swept through me at those words and hope that by 'properly say goodbye' he meant putting his mouth on me. He pulled gently on my arm until I was falling back onto the bed. I landed flat on my back, my heart starting to race a little when Steve turned on his side beside me and rested his palm flat against my stomach. He leaned in running his nose along my jawline.
"Do you really think I could leave for an undetermined amount of time without taking care of you first?" He whispered, lips replacing his nose to trail kisses to my mouth.
He shed me of my clothing quickly and with more finesse than any man should have, kissing me passionately all the while, leaving me completely exposed. His eyes were dark as he surveyed me after tossing my panties over his shoulder carelessly, my legs pressed together tightly and my hands over my breasts. I was trembling under his gaze, I'd never been completely nude for him though he'd seen all of me in a sense. His hands came to rest on my knees.
"Come on, Baby," he whispered running his hands down the outside of my thighs. "Be a good girl and open up for me."
I hesitated, felt a flush to my skin, and my knees start to shake as I spread them for him baring it all. He sighed low and deep, his eyes traveling across my body from head to toe in slow sweeps as if he were trying to memorize me. He settled himself into the space between my hips, the rough denim covering his lower half brushing against me sending a wave of shivers through me.
He kissed me, slow and deep, gradually picking up speed until we were both breathing heavily, only breaking apart when I couldn't take the lack of air. Without hesitation his mouth latched onto my skin, blazing a trail of kisses and licks down my throat. The warmth of his hand was abruptly as my center, fingers stroking my lips slowly and lightly, seeking access. They parted, the pads of his fingers rubbing over my clit before he slid two of them into the wet heat that was throbbing for him.
"Oh god, Steve," I panted beneath him, eyes fluttering closed, allowing the sensations to swarm me.
This was the way that it always was. Him taking charge, doing all the work while I laid beneath him, a panting and desperate aching mess. He'd tease and toy with me, filling me with pleasure until I burst. And he got nothing in return aside from the satisfaction of bringing me pleasure.
But not this time.
With a deep breath of what I hoped was determination and confidence, I reached between us, having to angle my body to reach the hard bulge between us. Steve grunted in surprise, my eyes opening to find him looking down at me with a mixture of arousal and confusion in his eyes. I never tried to touch him save for gripping onto him for dear life as he sent me rocketing to orgasm. Still his fingers never stopped, moving in and out of me slowly, making it very hard to focus on my attempt at an unselfish act. It was too distracting in fact.
"Take your shirt off," I ordered hoping to deter him for just a moment to gather my wits.
He was always fully clothed during these experiences. He truly made it all about me. He hesitated, just for a second and then he was sitting back, granting me a brief reprieve from the pleasure, and pulling his dark blue tee over his head, tusselling his hair. He tossed the shirt over his shoulder as carelessly as he had tossed my clothes and then he was back on me with a soft growl, mouth on mine and fingers back in place.
I pushed against his chest until he relented, rolled onto his back, me following to straddle his hips. He blinked up at me, his hands coming to find my hips. I didn't give him a chance to ask any questions, I kissed him hard, wanting to take advantage of my determination before any doubt or anxiety set in, smoothing my hands down his chest to his belt, unbuckling it slowly. It was then he stopped me, grabbing my wrists and pulling my hands from the belt.
"What are you doing, Andrea?"
I put on my best seductively pouty look, prayed it didn't make me look like a fool, and bit my lip. "You touch me all the time. I want to touch you this time."
Steve's jaw clenched, his adams apple bobbing as he swallowed. "Baby, I'd love that, but are you really ready?"
I smiled at him, loving the way he was always so concerned about my comfort. "Steve I appreciate your concern-."
"After last night and now this I'm worried you're pushing yourself for my sake and again I have to say I am fine with the pace we are at-."
I cut him off with a kiss instead of words, my hands returning to his buckle and undoing it. He wasn't going to stop me from doing this. Not when I felt a determination, a desire, and zero panic. The thought of pleasing him turned me on and I wanted to do something selfless and change the dynamic of our one sided relationship. He kissed me feverishly in return, taking the hint apparently, no longer protesting, cradling my face in his hands, letting out a moan that I swallowed when my hand finally made its way into his pants.
Holy mother of god.
Steve was carrying a weapon in his pants.
A large, thick, weapon.
"Jesus, Steve," I breathed against his lips, the words blurting from my mouth before I could stop them. I couldn't help it. Does he have a permit for this thing?
He had the decency to blush, red tinge on his cheeks and ears. "It's uh, cause of the super serum," he explained bashfully. "It really enhanced everything."
I could tell. I was suddenly very apprehensive. Ian wasn't small, he was a little over average, what he lacked in thickness he made up for in length. I sometimes had trouble even handling him so I had no idea what I was supposed to do with this. Still, touching it was making my skin hot. My hand wrapped around him, giving it a testing squeeze, feeling the steel rod beneath velvety skin throb in response. He groaned, thrusting upward, pulling me back to his mouth for another kiss.
I stroked him slowly, testing the waters, listening for positive sounds that said I was doing something right. I went a little faster and he groaned again, louder this time. That's the ticket. His head drew back against the pillow, eyes shut tight, his teeth clenched and little pants escaping his parted lips. Seeing Steve aroused and in the throes of pleasure turned me on far more than I expected. I could feel the new moisture between my thighs and a new wave of heat that overtook me.
It was that feeling that urged me to move down his body, without a second thought, stopping when I was between his slightly parted legs. I used my free hand to open his pants further and pulled him from the confines of his jeans. His erection stood up straight, angry red and throbbing, and my mouth watered at the sight.
"Andrea, we don't have to do this," Steve whispered, lifting his head from the pillow to gaze down at me.
The desire in his eyes and the desire coursing through me were too much to ignore. I ignored him instead. I had done this fairly often for Ian, but no two men were the same, and Ian had been the only guy I had done it for which didn't leave me much of a varied experience. Still, I leaned forward, tentatively licking a slow stripe up the underside with the flat of my tongue. Steve's hips bucked and he let out a long moan, one that sent a shiver right through me aimed at my core. It spurred me on to grip him a little tighter, take him into my mouth. I took as much as I could, barely making it halfway, sucking hard and pulling off of him with a slow pop.
"Oh fuck," Steve moaned, his fingers gripping the comforter beneath him, abs flexing tight.
Yes. I went to work, trying everything I could think of from past experiences or remember from cosmo magazines, reveling in Steve's gasps, groans, moans, and sighs. Seeing the normally controlled and collected Steve Rogers falling apart at my hand was the most arousing thing I had ever experienced. It kept all the panic and anxiety at bay as I was too focused on getting Steve to come undone. I knew he was close when his hips started to thrust lightly, his breath coming out in his heavy pants, incoherent praises that had me tingling, passing through his lips.
"Jesus, Andrea, baby," he gasped in strangled groan, reaching out to comb his fingers into my hair. "Please."
Oh boy. He was begging now and that sent an unexpected thrill through me. For once I was in control. With a renewed sense of determination I increased my efforts, stroking him as I took him into my mouth and worked him. The grip on my hair tightened and his hips moved with me. I watched his face intently, taking in his shut eyes, his full bottom lip between his teeth, the ecstasy written all over his face; and all I could think was how much I wanted him.
All of him.
"Oh god, that's good sweetheart, that's really fucking good," Steve groaned, his muscles tense. The curses only seemed to come out when he was in a heightened state of arousal. And it shouldn't have turned me on, but god help me, it did. "Fuck, baby, you gotta stop. You have to sto-."
He came then, with a loud strangled groan before I really thought about how it would end. I did the only thing that I could at that point and swallowed it, pulling off him slowly once he had gone limp on the bed, still panting. I sat up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and feeling a blush take me over. I'd done it. I'd made Captain America come undone. The tables had turned.
Steve took a few more seconds to recover and then he was sitting up with a concerned look of panic on his face. "Are you alright? I'm sorry. I didn't ask if that was okay or check in on your color-."
"I'm fine, Steve," I cut in. I really was fine. There hadn't been even a small moment of panic. "I wanted do it. Thank you for letting me."
Steve huffed. "You're thanking me?"
I laughed. I knew that feeling all too well. I experienced it every time Steve thanked me for letting him touch me or for sharing something. "Yes, thank you."
Steve said nothing, only stared at me in awe with a small smile on his face, his head shaking. "Come here."
I crawled over him, letting him take my face into his hands before he was kissing me again. The heavy fog of arousal returned rather quickly, leaving me needy and breathless due to his hungry kiss. I was surprised to feel him still hard and hot against me when he pulled my body harder against him. Apparently there was little to no recovery time when you were a super soldier.
He turned us so that I landed on my back, feeling his hand sliding up my inner thigh between us. "Think it's time I return the favor, Sweetheart."
Some time later I was dozing beneath the ridiculously soft sheets of Steve's bed while he showered. It had taken him no time to return the favor, twice. Once with his fingers and then his mouth. He had me all figured out, knew my body all too well and could play me like a finely tuned instrument. I was a panting wreck when he finished, as usual, an almost proud smile on his face. He'd excused himself to the shower and I had told myself that I was just going to take a moment to recover which had ended with me lying under the covers and sleep seconds later.
A knock on the door woke me. I could still hear the shower going and figured that it was someone looking for Steve. Rising from the bed I took Steve's shirt from the floor, quickly picking it up and pulling it on. It hung to mid thighs, covering me completely. I smoothed down my hair which I was sure was all over the place and opened the door just as the second impatient knock sounded.
It was Natasha, standing dressed and ready in her gear and with her hair pulled back. Her face fell at the sight of me for a fraction of second before she fixed it and put a tight lipped smile on her face, her eyes noticeably taking in Steve's shirt and my lack of other clothing. It was confirmed in that moment, with the look of disapproval in her eyes and her stiffened posture, that she didn't like me. And I had no idea why.
"Good morning Andy, I didn't realize you had slept over," she looked past me into the room, no doubt taking in my clothes tossed around.
I was blushing again, feeling judged, and finding it very hard to maintain her intense gaze. "Steve is in the shower."
Again she looked behind me as if to confirm. "Will you tell him that we are leaving in twenty? And not a minute later."
"Yeah, sure, no problem," I nodded.
"Thanks."
She turned and walked off without so much as a backward glance or another word. I watched her go until I shut the door, hearing the sounds of Steve stepping out of the bathroom. I turned to find him still damp and glistening, his hair damp, with just a towel around his waist. That was definitely a delicious sight for my eyes.
"Was that Nat?"
"Yes, she said you have to leave in twenty," I moved back to the bed and sat down.
I must have done a poor job at hiding what I just confirmed. Steve's face scrunched in concern. "Everything alright?"
"Yeah I just…" I shifted on the bed. I briefly thought of asking him if Natasha didn't like me, and then thought better of it. I didn't want to be that girlfriend. I smiled instead. "It's nothing. But I should get going so you can finish getting ready."
He looked a little disappointed, walking toward me as I started gathering my clothes. "You don't have to go. You can stay if you'd like. I told you my room is at your disposal even if I'm not here."
"I know and that's sweet, but I have to shower and brush my teeth and put on fresh clothes," I sighed, wrapping my arms around his neck.
He wrapped his arms around my waist, pressing his body into mine dampening his shirt. I felt a zing of pleasure at being so close to him.
"Maybe you could bring over some clothes and toiletries and…" he paused to shrug casually. "And keep them here." There was far too much hope in his eyes, it made my smile falter.
Was he asking me what I think he was asking me?
"Steve," I breathed. "I don't know-."
"I don't mean move in, Sweetheart," he cut in with a soft chuckle. "Just keep a few things here so that if you do spend the night, which I hope you do more often, you'll have clothes to change into, soap to use, and a toothbrush."
I could live with that. I grinned up at him. "Trust me I desire to spend the night here often so I will take you up on that offer."
"Hopefully you'll be waiting here for me when I get back from the mission?" He arched an eyebrow.
"If you're lucky, Captain," I whispered.
He growled softly, pulling me harder against him. "Now don't start that up, Sweetheart, I'll never be able to leave."
I redressed while he hurriedly put on his gear and packed a go bag. I walked him to launch pad for the quinjet and said goodbye with a long hug and quick kiss that only Natasha was present for. She offered me a stiff single nod when I said goodbye and good luck to her, beckoning Steve when he lingered too long. Watching him walk into the quinjet had my stomach twisting. Knowing that he was going somewhere dangerous for an undetermined amount of time and with little chance of communication for us had that creeping feeling panic and worry threatening to take me over. He paused right before the quinjet door started to close looking back at me and smiling brightly before winking, sending my heart leaping in my chest, momentarily diminishing the panic I felt and putting a smile on my face.
And that was the moment I realized I was in love with him. Madly, and far too deeply, in love.
