There was a hole in the wall. A freaking hole. I was certain that I could blame Bucky for this, mostly because I was sure he was the one who did it, and he wasn't here to defend himself against the blame. I was currently taping cellophane over the hole as I didn't know what else to do. Isn't that what people did when their windows got broken… covered in them in cellophane?
"Crista!?" I turned, balancing on the chair on which I was standing and praying to god that blood was dried to see Steve burst out of his bedroom, frantically scanning the room and buck ass nude. Now I had taken my jeans off as they didn't really allow me to climb the back of a chair very well, but I still had Steve's shirt on; he hadn't even grabbed a shirt.
"What?" I asked, taking in the sweating form and increased breathing.
"You weren't there." He said. His eyes scanned the position in which I was standing and he frowned. "What are you doing?" He asked.
"Trying to fix this whole… hole thing." I said sticking one more piece of tape against the wall before climbing down and moving toward him. "What's wrong?"
"I woke up and… you were gone." He said, reaching out and brushing my hair off my face.
"Sorry. You didn't sleep long." I glanced at the clock, seeing that he had only been out for about 45 minutes. "You should get some more." I said, pushing against his arm to steer him back to the bedroom.
"Bucky did that." He said, completely unmoving as he stared at the wall. "He shot Fury here." He glanced down at the rather large blood stain in the hall. "I couldn't even stop it. He shot him through the wall."
"You couldn't have stopped the shooting, or Bucky?" I asked, watching him run a hand over his face. He looked down at me briefly and then back up at my ghetto patch job before realizing that I was attempting to put pressure on him. He allowed me to direct him back to the bedroom where he sat on the edge of the bed.
"Either of them. I couldn't have stopped Fury getting shot." He looked so helpless. "I couldn't have stopped Bucky falling off that train." He put his face into his hands and rested his elbows on his knees. How does one help a Super Soldier who has the weight of the world on his ridiculously broad shoulders?
"That was 70 years ago Steve." He shook his head.
"If I had been able to save Bucky, none of this would have happened. Nat would never have been shot by him, Fury wouldn't have either, Hyrda probably wouldn't have become so strong…" I pushed his shoulders up and crawled into his lap, pulling him down onto my shoulder. His arms wrapped around my waist tugging me closer as his hands fisted into the back of shirt.
"Bucky is alive Steve. Whether he is present right now is a completely different story, but he is alive. You can't put this much pressure on yourself." He pulled his head up and looked at me.
"I'm Captain America." He answered, and while I knew that Steve believed in what he did and he wanted to do it, there was a sadness in his statement.
"Right. Not Atlas. I understand that your shoulders are ridiculously wide and strong…" A smile weary smile came to his face. "But you don't have to carry the world. Not every day."
"I never regretted it." He said, eyes looking at the wall but focusing on something long since passed.
"What?" I asked for clarification.
"Getting the Serum." I allowed my fingers to trail down his neck, spreading over the expanse of muscle on his shoulders. "I couldn't have done anything before." While it was common knowledge that Steve had quiet the growth spurt during the transformation and there were some pictures of him pre-Serum floating around there wasn't a lot of evidence of what he had been born too. "Everyone just looked right over me."
"Hey." I said. There wasn't a lot of conversation about pre-serum feelings and what he had lived the first 22 years of his life dealing with, but when it was talked about, I could always tell that he was far happier after the injection. "You do know that while that Serum made it possible to be Captain America, it isn't the reason you are." He snorted slightly, showing me the no humor with his face. "You know this body isn't what makes you amazing. Granted its fantastic…" That got some humor back. "But what makes you Captain America is the willingness to run into battle head first, alone into a pack of HYDRA agents with guns. The body just helps you get there."
"The little guy couldn't do that." He said, acknowledging slightly that what I was saying was true; it was Steve's heart and mind set that made him Captain America. But just to be crude I shifted my hips a little, feeling all his glorious nakedness under my legs.
"He does pretty good." I said, glancing down at my lap. "And he's not that little." Steve flat out laughed this time which is what I was going for; the erection that was starting was just a bonus. Usually the blush that decorated his cheeks made me laugh, but this time it was stronger than normal. He also wasn't making eye contact with me. "Ok, you just got shy on me. What's up?" He glanced at me briefly before blushing again, but allowed his hands to come to rest on my hips. "Dude, we literally had sex an hour ago and our junk has been touching for the last 15 minutes. What is going on Steve?" He looked at me then, the blush dropping from his cheeks slightly.
"I was just wondering… if maybe we could try something different?" I arched an eyebrow at him, a smirk pulling at my face.
"Different like what? Anal? I don't think I could handle that." That got the blush back and a wide eyed look from my Captain best friend.
"No." I giggled slightly at the confusion before putting a hand on his cheeks so he would look at me again.
"Different like what?" I asked again.
"Could we um… try slow?" He asked the most ridiculously hopeful look on his face.
"That would be different for us wouldn't it?" He smiled slightly at me. "But if we go slow, we do things right." I said. I knew that Steve hadn't been a virgin when I met him, but our two encounters had been so fast and furious and once the focus was on being quiet, I didn't really know the extent of his talent with anything else. I got a confused blink from him in response.
"Right how?"
"Foreplay baby." And there was that shyness.
"Foreplay has… never been my strong suit." He said, glancing at my lap that was hiding his ever increasing erection.
"Good thing you have a good tutor huh?" I said. "Plus, I've kissed you before I know what that tongue can do." He laughed slightly as if he wasn't sure if he should.
Steve was slightly skeptical about what Crista wanted him to do with his tongue, but he could guess. He had been awake in the 21st century long enough to know what oral sex was.
"You have to tell me if I am doing something wrong." He said quietly. Talking about sex was not exactly on their regular conversation list.
"When have I ever not told you when you were wrong?" He laughed slightly as he looked up at his best friend. She had always been beautiful and he had always thought so. Her brown hair hung around her head almost effortlessly in its curls. It was just dark enough to make the turquois of hers eyes pop but he was pretty sure that the unusual eye color would pop no matter what hair color she had. She had a dusting of freckles across her nose that wrinkled when she was being a brat. She reached slowly out and grabbed his wrist, bringing it up to cup her breast.
He glanced up at up face, seeing the intensity in her stare. She was also wearing his shirt, which only seemed to occur to him now.
"What do you want to do?" She asked. He felt the weight of her in his hand and keeping his strength in check, squeezed slightly. He watched her bite her lower lip as her eyes closed slightly. Her thin pale hands came up and popped the top button of his shirt and allowed his hand to slip through palming her breast flesh to flesh. It was some of the softest flesh he could remember feeling against his calloused palms.
"Is this ok?" He asked quietly. She opened the rest of his shirt and let it hang open, exposing a thin sliver of skin down her torso. Steve watched as her breath hitched; he could feel it in the movement of her breast in his hand. Then he was stuck. Crista's eyes locked with his and she smiled, sticking her thumb in her mouth. He felt the confused look on his and before she could say anything she rolled her wet thumb over his nipple. A shot streaked down his spine and he jerked, looking at the wicked look on his best friends face. "Do they do that for you too?" He asked.
She nodded. "Nipples are a fabulous invention." His erection was almost painful as it pressed against the backs of her thighs.
He shifted, laying her on her back on the bed. With his weight on his elbows, Steve slowly pulled the shirt open further, revealing Crista's own toned torso. Honestly, Steve did not mind that he didn't have to go to the gym like Crista did. But it certainly gave great results. Crista's head lulled back against the bed and her eyebrow cocked up at him; a challenge. Steve eyed both mounds of hers, then settled on the right one dipping his head down and running the top of his tongue over the hard pebbled lump. Crista's breath hitched again and she jerked beneath him.
Her lip was pulled between her teeth again as his head moved back down, pulling the nipple into his mouth. Her fingers tangled into his hair, pressing against his head as he shifted to allow the other hand to come up to the left one.
"Told you that tongue was magic." She said breathlessly as he sucked. He felt the slight burn of the blush across his cheeks as he moved over to the other one, his right hand shifting down between her legs. He knew the basics of the female anatomy, and he remembered how Crista had reacted when his fingers where in her 75 years before. "You can just rub down there, that works." She said, still out of breath. He had to admit, getting Crista almost speechless was something he never thought he could do.
His thumb slid down her center and she screamed a little, arching her hips into his hand. He released her nipple and looked up to her face. She was flushed, breathing heavily, her lip back between her teeth and her eyes were closed. Steve watched fascinated as he slipped a finger into her, watching her chest heave under with her breaths. If he didn't know any better he would say she was in pain, but the way her hips moved again he knew she wasn't.
"Can I ask you something?" The frustrated huff out of her mouth made him smile. Granted, his erection was begging for contact, any contact at this point so he understood her frustration.
"Only if you do it fast." She said, annoyed turquois eyes opening to meet his. He bent the finger in her and watched her jerked, the annoyance slipping away in a moan.
"Are all women this ready all the time?" She was practically dripping down his arm. "And what do I do if they aren't?" She took a deep steadying breath and looked down her body at him.
"Not all women are, but all you have to do is take your shirt off. That will get them going." He yanked his finger out frustrated at her answer. "Hey!" She whined in protest. One look at his face and she knew her answer wasn't good enough, he could see it in her eyes. "Can we talk about ways to please other women when I am not mostly naked in your bed and want your penis?" He laughed, watching the skin of her hip quiver as his breath hit it. She sat up, shoving against his shoulder so he was sitting against the head board.
"There are other things you can do. Or things that they can do. Foreplay isn't always about the woman; just mostly." She said with her smirk. Steve was confused slightly as she licked her palm, eyes locked on his face. When she took his aching erection in hand he jerked and growled in the back of his throat. "I love it when I make you growl." She said, licking her lips as her eyes skimming down his torso.
Before he could stop her, her mouth was around him slowly taking his length in until he hit the back of her throat. That was a sensation that he couldn't explain; but he could settle on fabulous. She came back up and he heard her swallow before she dropped her head back down and this time, he didn't hit her throat, he went down it.
"Crista." He said, pulling her off him. "Are you trying to kill yourself?" Steve Rogers was never really cocky unless of course he was on a mission. But he also had no misunderstandings to what the serum did to "the little guy" as Crista had deemed him. His best friend laughed slightly.
"No I'm not. It's called deep throating. Get used to it, because if anyone else wants to suck you off they will have to deep throat." He frowned at the vulgar turn of phrase, but somehow it also turned him on more. As she moved her head back down he stopped her.
"You don't have to. I just want in." He said, watching her eyes darken in lust. He was going to lay her back again, but she crawled up his legs and settled herself over his hips.
"There are also different positions to do this in." She said, running her nose along his. He moved his chin, pressing his lips to hers causing her mouth open in response. She reached between their bodies, grabbed him once again and directed him into the wonderful tightness that is a woman's body.
Her nails dug into his shoulders as she pressed back, breath hitching again and the pained look back.
"You ok?" He asked, his hands coming to stay her hips.
"Yeah." She breathed, opening her eyes. "You're just big." She said with a smile, reminding him of their shared night in a frozen tent so many decades before. He felt her stretching out, her walls expanding in order to accommodate his size and with a release of breath she sat back further, allowing the moan to escape her lips.
Sex really was a wonderful thing. It could get one so caught up in the moment that everything didn't matter. It was the only time he and his best friend ever had sex; when something outside of themselves needed to be forgotten. He could feel every pulse of Crista's heart through their connection. He felt every breath escape her, heard every noise she made. The feeling of her hands in his hair made him thrust up into her as she came back down every time. The feeling of her breath tickling his neck as her head buried into his shoulder during her first orgasm, the pulsing and squeezing of her walls around me making him growl. He kissed her neck, feeling the pulse point against his lips as he pulled her closer to him; both of their chests moving against each other.
After her second orgasm she pulled back, eyes hazy and she looked at him. He gently pulled her in to him, kissing her as he thrust up into her again causing her to moan into his mouth. Her third orgasm was too much for him and the contractions pulled an orgasm from him. Crista's head was arched back and Steve's pressed against the headboard, keeping a grip around her upper back as Crista's hands pressed into his chest.
Slowly, she opened her hazy turquois eyes. They locked with his blue ones and he saw the same amount of exhaustion as he felt. She smiled slowly and rolled over him, flopping down on top of the covers. Her chest was still rising and falling rapidly but she looked content. So was he. Boneless. Sated. Happy. He grabbed a tissue from the box next to his bed and cleaned himself up, grabbing another to do the same to Crista. She shifted under his hand slightly and frowned.
"You don't have to do that every time." She said, watching as he tossed the tissues into the trash. He shrugged in response and let Crista pull him down next to her. She shifted onto her side, her head on his shoulder and promptly fell asleep. Steve pulled the throw blanket up, tucked it around both of them, and followed his friend into slumber.