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Nobody has ever measured, even poets, how much a heart can hold. — Zelda Fitzgerald

Hi everyone, just a quick reminder: we only have five more chapters left I'm thinking about writing a sequel to Home depending if people are interested in more Steve and Melissa. Anyway, here is the chapter, please enjoy and Please Review!

Chapter Eleven

So Much More

"Seriously, your girlfriend is finally here and you're on your phone texting?" Melissa asked incredulously, hands on her hips with a frown the size of the Eiffel tower on her face. He was supposed to be helping her pack up her things to move into his house and instead? He was texting in her bedroom and leaving her to do everything. Why did she leave Quantico again?

Steve ignored her, sending off the text before pocketing it, "What is that?" He asked, his eyes catching sight on a box the size of a shoebox behind her on the bed.

Melissa stared at her box filled with mementos from her times with Steve and threw herself in front of him, "Nothing. Really, its nothing." She grabbed the box as if it were a football and ran around the bedroom, screaming when he chased after her. She jumped on the bed and made a move to kick him but instead, he wrapped a hand around her ankle and tugged her down, "Its not a head, is it?" He asked.

She rolled her eyes, trying to grab the box; if he found out what was in it, she'd be mortified. It was one thing collecting things from their time together like a lovesick fool but it was another thing if and when he found out. "What the hell?" He asked, ripping the lid off.

Melissa scooted towards the edge of the bed and tried to slink away but cursed when he grabbed her wrist with his free hand, "You aren't going anywhere."

Steve stared at the contents, unsure of what he was really looking at, until it hit him, almost making him stagger. He felt humbled by her: damn it, she was constantly surprising him. He looked at her with an unreadable look marring his face and pulled her to him, ravishing her mouth.

Melissa groaned and moved closer to him, ripping his shirt off in the process, "What the hell?" She asked, feeling a vibration on her hip.

She raised an eyebrow when Steve pulled out his phone and shrugged, "I put it on vibrate." He said cheekily before muttering into the phone, "I swear, I'm going to kill you, Danny." He listened some more before hanging up.

She squinted up at him and let herself be pulled up and crushed to his bare chest, "We have to go now, but I swear, I'm not letting you out of bed for the next three days."

Melissa shivered, "You make it sound like a bad thing."

He winked and carefully lidded the box; "I'm bringing this home with us." He said, carefully holding the box almost reverently and walked out of the bedroom, leaving her to grab the three suitcases by herself.

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Steve pushed Melissa in front of him and ordered her to open the door; his hands now full with the box and the suitcases, "What a gentleman." She muttered, opening the door and jumping a foot into the air when she was bombarded by shouts of 'surprise' and a crooked banner that read, Welcome Home Jonesy

Steve caught sight of the last word and threw a glare at Danny who looked rather pleased with himself, "My place looks like a five year old threw up on the walls." Steve grumbled.

Kono took exception with that, hugging her laughing best friend closer to her, "Excuse me, I didn't see you helping."

Steve shrugged, shoving everyone away from the door "I was keeping her busy!"

Melissa rolled her eyes, "I'm standing right here!"

Danny shrugged, hugging Melissa when Kono had released her, "Its good to have you back, kiddo." She rolled her eyes but hugged him tight. He was a chosen brother to her, someone more important than her own blood and though she'd never tell him, she had missed him desperately as well. Her angry little leprechaun.

"Okay, you guys can stop hogging my girlfriend, now." Steve ordered, realizing he had a mutiny on his hands when they all ignored him and found Melissa in Chin's arms now. "I should fire all of you."

Melissa rolled her eyes but silently thanked Summers for somehow managing to order the governor of Hawaii not to talk to Steve just yet. She wanted a few days for just them, before reality came crashing down. "Enough hugging, I'm hungry." Steve gruffly commented, pulling Melissa into his arms.

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"Okay, I think its time we left now." Chin said, finally deciding to take pity on the couple. For the last hour and a half, Steve had been throwing subtle glances and comments for them to take their leave, but it wasn't until Melissa started yawning and trying to pretend she wasn't dead on her feet, that he took pity.

Danny rolled his eyes, helping Kono to her feet, "Fine, we get the hint."

"No, stay for a little longer." Melissa said, earning a glare from Steve, she glared back at him, daring him to openly contradict her.

Steve shook his head, grabbed each of his team's coats for them and forcefully ushered them towards the door, "No, they're leaving now. Say goodbye to them, Mel."

She rolled her eyes and waved, "I'll see you all on Monday for lunch."

"No you won't." He retorted, looking at the three standing on his welcoming mat on his porch, "I'm taking Monday off. I'll see you Tuesday." He closed the door on their grinning faces and turned darkly towards Melissa, "Now…where were we?"

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Melissa sat back against the pillows and stared down at Steve sprawled on his stomach, taking a light nap. True to his word, she hadn't left the bed at all for the last eight hours, unless it was to grab some food or use the bathroom. He even showered with her and damn, she couldn't remember the last time she had so much fun in the damn bathroom.

She traced a design on his back and smiled when he shivered involuntarily, "let me sleep, woman!" He muttered, his voice muffled by the pillow.

She rolled her eyes, "Like you let me sleep last night?"

He smirked into the pillow, "I didn't hear any complaints."

"You were smothering me." She retorted.

He laughed and leaned up on his elbows, staring up at her. She ran her fingers through his hair, gently moving it away from his eyes, "What are you thinking?" She asked him. Ever since she had come back, Steve had a stillness to him. A quiet, rumination going on behind his eyes, and she'd catch him watching her when he thought she was unaware. It was slightly unnerving to her and she wondered yet again what was going on with him.

He shrugged, wrapping an arm around her bare stomach and pulling her closer to him, "Just that I'd love to lock you up and never let you leave my sight again."

She smirked, not bothering to tell him that his idea sounded fantastic, "I need to work, Steve." She quietly said.

He frowned, "How did Summers let you go?"

She realized he wasn't just asking about that, he was asking if she was still employed and if she regretted her decision. "I resigned."

His arm tightened around her, a frown marring his forehead, "Damn it Mel, you know I can't ask you to do that."

She shrugged, "I didn't do it for you. I did for me…for us. I don't regret it." She inhaled sharply feeling his hand curve over her, "But Summers refused to let me go."

His hand stilled his administrations and she arched into his hand, "What do you mean?"

"He gave me an option, which I much preferred." She said breathlessly.

Steve lifted his head and nipped her, "Which is?"

How that man could possibly have a conversation when she was shaking with need, was beyond her, "All I'll say is, expect a phone call from the governor soon."

She held her breath as he stared up at her, something burning in his gaze, "As an attaché?"

She nodded and shrieked when pulled her down under him, "You're a beast." She muttered into his mouth.