Sorry it's taken so long to update this! I have been so busy with work and family, but I never forgot about this story and I now vow that I will make the effort to add to it. Hopefully you guys still want to read it! :) This chapter is fluffy and PWP-ish but the rest of the story won't always be like this so I figure I could throw in some fun for them while they're in the cupcake phase of their relationship haha Enjoy!
2 weeks later...
The sound of the door shutting woke Cyndi up around 7:30 in the morning. With a sleepy stretch and a yawn, she sat up and smiled. Just like he had promised as always when he had to leave at night, Steve was back first thing in the morning. Steve hadn't brought up her past again after he found the box under her bed and quite frankly, Cyndi was glad. She just wanted to address it in her own time; her own way and it was nice that he respected her wishes. She knew that when she was comfortable, he was most certainly the right person to open up to. She was so happy to have him now.
"You weren't kidding when you said you'd be back for breakfast." She chuckled, hearing Steve's footsteps coming towards the bedroom.
"Good morning, beautiful." He smiled from the doorway, admiring the woman in his bed clutching his sheets to her gorgeously naked body.
"Hi." She smiled as took in the sight of her soldier, dressed up as Captain America still, minus his mask. She had to admit; there was certainly something about that uniform.
Something pretty damn fantastic.
"You must be so tired." She said softly as he walked into the room and crawled onto the bed, giving her a sweet kiss before plopping down on his stomach.
"A little." He mumbled into a pillow. She chuckled to herself and reached out to massage his scalp while she stroked her fingers through his hair.
"Why don't you nap while I go back to my place to shower and stuff. I'll walk Belle and then we'll go eat a big breakfast later?" She suggested as he turned his face towards her, eyes peacefully closed while she played in his hair.
"I promised we'd go walk her together..." He whined.
"Steve Rogers is allowed to break one promise. The world will not end." Cyndi grinned as she leaned down and kissed his cheek, then his lips. Not content with a quick kiss, Steve leaned in and deepened the kiss a bit, softly nipping at her bottom lip once they pulled apart.
"Nap. But, feel free to leave the uniform on for awhile when you wake up, Soldier." She teased. At that, Steve opened his eyes and smirked.
"The lady likes it, does she?" He asked. Biting her lip, Cyndi nodded.
"I'll have to remember that." He murmured with a little wink before laying his head down on the pillow.
"I do have a birthday coming up...Superhero strip show wouldn't be a bad present, just saying. Your butt looks good in those pants." She giggled, looking over him thoughtfully as he gazed up at her from his spot on the pillow.
"Playing with my hair was making me sleepy..." He hinted, reaching out for her hand and placing it back on his golden locks, closing his eyes as her slender fingers played through the soft strands gently.
When Steve began to lightly snore, Cyndi leaned down to kiss his brow and slipped out of the bed to get dressed. With a smile, she ran her fingers through her hair and gathered her keys to head back to her apartment.
After a nice long shower and an even longer walk with Belle who looked about ready to paint her whole apartment brown and yellow by the time Cyndi returned from her sleep over at Steve's. Apologetically, she fed her extra treats and gave extra belly rubs. All was forgotten in about 5 minutes.
Dressed more comfortably in a long black and white maxi dress and flip flops, Cyndi returned to Steve's to find him still face down on his bed and snoring away. She giggled and watched him for a minute, because he was just too damn cute when he slept, and then went into the living room to turn on his record player. She relaxed in the apartment for about an hour more, reading a day old newspaper he had lying on the coffee table before she went into the bedroom to wake him.
"Baby...?" She cooed softly to him, still not knowing how he was when abruptly woken up. Not knowing whether his super soldier instincts would kick in and he'd throttle her thinking he was in danger. One night he pinned her down against the bed thinking she was an enemy. He apologized literally all day after that happened.
"Mmmm?" He grunted, shifting a little bit.
"As cute as you look in bed, I'm going to go get breakfast. Hoping you'd come with..." She replied gently as she crawled onto the bed and straddled his rounded bottom, hands moving slowly up his back.
"Comfortable seat?" He chuckled into the pillow.
"Mmhmm...very much, Captain." She grinned, wiggling atop him a bit.
"What's for breakfast?" He asked softly, enjoying this playful way of waking up for a change.
"Figured we'd try that new place down the block. I think it's French." She smiled, looking forward to a mimosa and french toast with powdered sugar.
"Oui, oui..." He replied easily.
"If you tell me you can speak French I'm gonna officially think you can do anything." Cyndi teased.
Silence.
"You can, can't you?" She laughed.
"Je ne parle pas francais...(I don't not speak french...)." He chuckled.
"God, I hate you." She smirked, crawling off of him and sitting beside him as he sat up and scooted close to her.
"Cherie, ne soyez pas jalox. Je vous promets de le parler au lit si qui saura vous plaire. (Darling, don't be jealous. I promise to speak it in bed if that will please you.)." He murmured in her ear, his voice dropping in volume.
She had no idea what he had said, but the way he had said it, all while nuzzling his lips to her ear, his warm breath breezing onto her skin...it definitely got her attention.
"Tell me more..." She said quietly as she closed her eyes and felt his lips upturn in a smile.
"Vous regardez belle dans cette robe, mais je serais ravi de le prendre hors de vous..." He murmured, lips caressing where her neck and shoulder met. He had no idea that the language he picked while serving in the Army would come in handy like it was right now.
"What does that mean?" She asked softly as he reached up and brushed her hair to one side and sucked and licked his way up her neck and back to her lips where he placed several languid kisses, sucking and tugging on her bottom lip sending a rush of pleasure straight between her thighs.
"You look beautiful in that dress, but I'd rather take it off you." He whispered against her lips.
"Steve..." She sighed as his hand caressed her shoulder softly before traveling down her chest and openly palming her full breast through the cotton of her dress.
"Is this alright?" He asked softly, still unsure of himself as he gently teased her hardened nipple through her clothes.
"You don't have to ask..." She gasped when he lightly pinched the hard nub between his thumb and index finger.
"All night I thought about coming home to you in my bed. Naked and waiting for me...so beautiful." He murmured huskily to her as their eyes met in a heated gaze.
"I wished you could've stayed...I needed you again, Steve. You felt so incredible inside me." She whispered to him.
"I'll make it up to you." He smiled gently.
"Tell me how." She inquired with a grin, leaning in and kissing his cheek.
"I'm still in my suit..." He smirked, light eyes sparkling mischievously.
"Mmmm, you sure are, Captain." She replied.
"Happy Birthday early...?" He grinned as she bit her bottom lip and clapped enthusiastically, bouncing on the bed in excitement.
"Answer the door when I knock." He instructed with a smirk as he got out of bed and walked out of the room. She smiled to herself and watched, waiting patiently for a soft knock that came on the front door a minute later.
Practically jumping out of his bed and tripping on the skirt of her dress, she ran and subsequently slid on the hard wood floors to answer it.
"Captain America, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Cyndi said with a soft smile upon seeing her soldier standing at the door, shield in hand and looking rather dashing indeed.
"I hate to be a bother, Miss, but I'm afraid my motorcycle broke down right outside your building and I'm waiting on a mechanic. I was hoping I could possibly wait here...with you?" He asked charmingly, shyly eyeing her but looking as if he didn't want her to know he was.
"Of course! Come on in...make yourself comfortable." She replied, motioning to the couch. She closed the door behind him and followed him to the couch. Steve sat down and she made herself comfortable beside him, keeping a respectable distance from this "stranger".
"When I knocked, I wasn't expecting to see a woman as beautiful as you answer the door. Despite my bike, maybe today is looking up after all." He smiled over at her shyly.
"Well, I certainly wasn't expecting Captain America on the other side." Cyndi replied, scooting just a little closer to him.
"Please, call me Steve, Miss." He corrected sweetly.
"Well, Steve...I'm Cyndi. Pleased to meet you." She smiled, extending her hand to him. Instead of shaking, he took her hand in his and kissed her knuckles.
"Pleasure is all mine." He answered easily.
They talked briefly like strangers, adding to the game they had started. Steve inching closer, her hand on his thigh as they spoke, his arm draped over the back of the couch and his fingers playing with her hair casually.
"You know, you sort of owe me now, I guess." She teased.
"I suppose I do. However can I repay you for your kindness?" He asked softly.
"I've always wanted a kiss from Captain America..." She smiled.
"Is that right?" He smiled, blushing adorably like the way Steve did when they first met. He could barely look her in the eye for 2 months until they started REALLY talking.
"Yea, you could even say it's a bit of a fantasy of mine." She blushed, biting her bottom lip softly as he scooted even closer, his face by hers now, eyes focused on her mouth. Cyndi had never seriously role played before and obviously neither had Steve, but he certainly seemed very...extremely apt at it, which was definitely a pleasant surprise.
"Your lips look so soft. I wonder how they taste..." He murmured gently, as if saying it to himself.
"Find out." She whispered as he slowly leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. Instantly, she responded to his kiss; the two "strangers" sucking, licking, nipping their way into a very hot and passionate kiss that eventually made her find her way into his lap, straddling his large thighs and his hands grabbing her ass.
Once they broke for air, Steve seemed to have a hard time remembering they were still playing a game but once he did, a blush rose to his cheeks as false realization came to him.
"I-I I'm so sorry, Cyndi...I don't know what came over me." He apologized quickly, his grip on her backside lightening but going nowhere.
"There's nothing to be sorry for, Steve. Didn't it feel nice?" She cooed to him softly, dipping her head down to kiss just below his ear causing him to let out a low moan as his grip behind her tightened again, pressing her into his lap so she could feel the bulge growing there.
"Y-yea..." He whispered shakily, eyes closed now as he savored the feeling of her lips and her warm breath blowing slightly into his ear.
"This feels nice, too." She whispered into his ear as she ground down against him.
"Yes...please don't stop." He murmured huskily, eyes still closed and loving every minute of this. This was most certainly something they'd need to do again...
"Has a woman ever touched you like this before?" Cyndi asked softly, feigning curiosity as she nipped at his earlobe gently. He smelled so divine.
"No. Never. I'm...well, I've never..." He stammered expertly, remembering all too well how it felt to be a virgin as it wasn't very long ago.
"Oh, Steve...I'm really sorry. I, umm...we should stop, shouldn't we?" She said gently.
"I don't want to stop." He said gently as he leaned forward and kissed her once more causing her to wrap her arms around his neck and tangle her hands in his light hair. In an instant, Steve lifted her up in his arms, her thighs instinctively wrapping around his waist.
"Bedroom?" He whispered between kisses.
"Down the hall, first door on the left." She moaned as she dove in for another kiss. Steve walked them both to the hall leading to his bedroom, stopping and pressing her against the wall to lavish her with kisses down her neck and chest. One hand reached up to nudge the spaghetti strap of her dress down til it exposed a full breast to his searching lips and they soon made their way down, latching onto her hardened nipple and suckling, licking and kissing while he ground his generous erection firmly between her legs.
"Oh my God, this is so hot, Steve..." Cyndi gasped out breathlessly, forgetting the game for a moment. Not even caring anymore. She glanced down at him to find his sky blue eyes gazing hotly up at her as he flicked his tongue over her nipple.
"Shit, baby...right here against the wall...please." She moaned.
Never one to disappoint, Steve managed to get his pants open and his cock free while Cyndi practically ripped her dress off trying to get the long skirt above her waist.
"I'm wearing underwear..." She groaned, not wanting to be put down so she could get them off. Licking his lips as he glanced between them, he used one hand to simply tear her panties clean off of her and without a second thought, he tossed them away.
"We'll get you another pair..." He assured her quickly before he pressed her back against the wall firmly and buried his cock deep inside her, rolling his hips up into her like a damn pro. Her arms clutched onto his strong shoulders as he labored and kissed her neck hotly.
"Oh my God...mmmmm..." He moaned against her skin, licking a stripe up her throat til he found her lips again. She kissed him back with every last bit of strength she had while he fucked her into the wall so hard, she thought she might become embedded into it. Cyndi could care less, this felt so good...so, so good. She wouldn't dare make it stop even if the apartment caught on fire. What better way to die than in a literal blaze of passion in the arms of her dream man, right?
The apartment filled with the sounds of their feverish lovemaking. Moans and passionate cries. Skin meeting skin. It was a shock that the neighbors didn't bang on the wall in complaint. They simply wouldn't have cared much even if they had, both of them too far gone and lost in one another to address that other people so much as existed.
"Steve, I'm...I'm..." She moaned loudly as he buried his face in her neck and increased his thrusts, finally bringing them both over the edge amidst their moans for one another.
When he had been drained of every last bit he had to offer her, he leaned against her and the wall, Cyndi not able to do much but hold onto him and bury her face in his neck as well as she caught her breath and came back down to Earth. Luckily, he still had the wherewith-all to keep holding her up, though he was thoroughly spent...at least for a few minutes.
"I don't think we're going to have breakfast, are we?" Cyndi finally said softly about a minute later, the words coming out muffled against his skin. At that, he chuckled.
"Give me a sec..." He said gently, his cock still buried deep inside her and the feeling still amazing. A moment later, Steve straightened a bit, only to fully take notice of a very sleepy and sated Cyndi nuzzled into his neck.
With a smirk, he slipped himself out of her and walked them to his bedroom, laying her gently on the bed, adjusting her dress and pulling the blankets over her to which she quickly snuggled into.
Perhaps the superhero strip show would have to wait til after brunch.
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