Author's Note: Smutty Fluff ahead! Nothing too crazy, but be aware. This is the longest chapter yet and it broke my heart writing it. Please follow and review! (Although I've kind of given up on getting reviews. I love writing this story so much and I've already got 7 chapter qued up.)
Steve drove Kayla's car to his Washington D. C. apartment. Once parked, he walked around and opened the door for her, offering his hand to help her out. He took her arm in his and led her into the building.
After putting in the code to get into the building, he opened the door for her, making sure no one was following them. He led her up the stairs to the third floor to apartment 4 where he lived. Kayla looked around while he fiddled with the key. Suddenly, Kate's door swung open and she walked out with with a garbage bag.
"Steve!" She exclaimed when she saw him, not hiding her surprise when she saw the women next to him. "Miss Ellis?" She asked suspiciously.
"Uh, yes, I'm a friend of Captain Rogers'. He's uh, helping me with the museum exhibit opening next month at the Smithsonian. My charity is helping to fund some of the displays." Kayla stumbled over her explanation, but it came out sounding legit.
"Yeah, so she's coming over to see some of my belongings in case there's something they can use," Steve added, finally getting the door lock to click open.
"It's eleven o'clock at night Steve, you don't have to explain yourself to me," Kate told him with a wink, then turned and carried her garbage down the stairs.
"Let's get inside," Steve said, gently pushing her through the door.
Once inside, Kayla looked around, taking in where Steve lived. "It's adorable Steve." She said wistfully, making her way over to his desk. "When did you draw these?" She asked, looking through some of his sketches.
He looked up from where he was setting his keys, realizing what she was looking at. "Some of them are new, some are old. You can tell which ones of you are newer because they are more detailed." He came up and wrapped his arms around her, pointing down at the paper. "For months I drew you from memory, but memories only get you so far...Sometimes when I leave you at night, I come straight home and I sketch."
"They are lovely Steve," Kayla responded as she turned to face him. "I've waited a long time for this."
"Kay, we discussed this, we aren't going to-"
"That's not what I meant. I'm just excited to be with you tonight." She whispered in his ear, making her way towards the open door that she assumed was the bedroom. "Where's my stuff?"
"It's in the bedroom." Steve blurted, loosening his shirt collar.
"Meet me here in ten? I'm going to get ready for bed." She cooed as she closed the door to the room.
Steve began to slowly unbutton his dress shirt, becoming increasingly worried that he was in over his head.
Inside his bedroom, Kayla began getting ready to spend the night with Steve. She snooped around, looking through his closet and through his drawers. She beamed when she saw his Avengers uniform, the one he wore when he saved her. She ran her fingers along the material, remembering how it felt as he carried her for the first time. She turned her attention to his drawers, looking through his workout shirts until she finally found a soft t-shirt to wear to bed. After changing into that, she worked on taking out the bobby pins holding in her pin curls. Kayla took her time, knowing that the longer she took, the more anxious Steve would become, and she wanted to tease him a little tonight. She knew tonight walked the line between teasing and uncomfortable. But it was a line Kayla had become accustomed to walking with Steve.
After the clock showed eleven-fifteen, she finally opened the door. She motioned towards the bed, "Come to bed Soldier."
Steve took her in unabashedly, letting his eyes roam from her loose blonde waves to the sight of her in his t-shirt with no pants on underneath. The shirt was huge, but he could tell she wore nothing but panties underneath it. She passed him, making her way to the bathroom to remove her makeup and contacts. It was a routine Steve was already used to since he'd be at her place when she got ready for bed.
When Kayla returned, Steve had removed his dress shirt, but still wore his white undershirt and trousers. He stood in front of the bed, hands in pockets. This became a challenge for his lady. Kayla crossed the room, hips swaying as she made her way to her man.
"Can I?" She pleaded as she snuck her hands under his shirt, pulling up at it to get him to remove it. He gave her a slight nod as he sat on the bed before letting her sloly lift up his shirt until he grabbed it and pulled it over his head. She breathed him in, running her hands over his strong chest and abs, showing no remorse in her gawking. "Are you going to wear those to bed?" Kayla finally asked, pointing at Steve's pants as she reached for his zipper.
"You have no shame, Kay." Steve jested, pulling her grabby hand away and placing a gentle kiss on it. "No, I don't plan on wearing these to bed. I'm going to put on sweatpants. I'll be back."
Kayla's bottom lip jutted out in a pout, eyes sad. But Steve didn't give in to the girl, returning from the bathroom in grey sweatpants as he said he would. He went to the far side of the bed and crawled into the sheets, pulling open a spot next to him for Kayla to crawl in.
"I'm sorry if it's not very comfortable." He admitted, "My bed in New York was too soft and I couldn't sleep, so I got a firmer one here. I bought some extra blankets to make it softer."
Kayla smiled happily as she slid into the bed, "This is fine. As long as you are here. Do you think you'll sleep tonight?" The blonde was aware of Steve's insomnia. For a long time, Steve used that as an excuse to not stay the night together, because he'd keep her awake.
"I think so, Kay." He murmured, leaning over and turning off the bedside lamp. He turned back over and put his arm around her, his bare chest pressing against her back. She could still feel his muscles through the thin shirt. He rubbed her stomach under the shirt, and his fingers found their way higher on their own before Steve realized how far he'd gotten.
"Mr. Rogers!" Kayla giggled, "No, stay." She amended when Steve started to pull his hand away. She could feel the heat radiating from his face against her cheek. "I'm giving you permission Steve. Want me to take the shirt off?" She laughed, holding his hand against her chest.
"No. Not yet Kay." He murmured into her hair. "Your ninety-year-old boyfriend isn't ready for that yet."
"Whatever you say Darling, as long as you hold me."
Kayla waited for some sort of answer, but there was none. All the got as a response was gentle snoring from a sleeping Steve Rogers.
One Month Later
Steve pulled open the blinds to his bedroom window, letting the sunshine wake up his girlfriend. With that one motion, Zawadi jumped onto the bed and began licking her face to stir her.
"Rise and shine Gorgeous." Steve ordered as he leaned down to kiss his girlfriend's head. "I'm making breakfast. I'm gonna take Zadi for a run while you get ready."
"Hmmm, what's all this for?" Kayla asked sleepily, pulling the sheet up over her naked torso as her dog licked her lovingly.
"Because I love you." He kissed her lips then retreated back to the kitchen where the smell of bacon and eggs originated from. Kayla took this opportunity to stare at his ass as he walked away. His loose boxers hid it well, but the sight made her heart flutter just the same. Zawadi launched himself from the bed, following his master. If Kayla learned anything in the past three months, it was that she may have been the dog's owner, but Steve was his master.
Steve returned to the bedroom with a tray holding two plates, one with significantly more food which she knew was his. He sat the tray down across Kayla's lap, holding it still to prepare for the dynamo that was Zawadi.
"Lay down." Steve commanded and the dog obeyed, laying across the couple's legs.
"You spoil me." Kayla kissed Steve, then took a bite of bacon.
"You deserve it." He leaned over and kissed the side of her head before taking a huge bite of eggs. "It's going to be a big day today, with the museum opening at all. It'll be hard being there with you but not being able to be with you."
"Well, I'm sure my father will do his best to keep us apart, so that will help," Kayla grumbled, finishing her small plate of eggs that she sat to the side. "I'm sick of us hiding Steve."
"We won't hide forever Kay. I promise." Steve grabbed the edge of the sheet she had tucked under her arm and pulled it down, allowing him a full view of her breasts.
"Hey!" She laughed as she swatted at him when his hand began to make its way to her naked top, "You've come along way Captain Rogers. Pretty soon you'll be hungry for my bottom half too." She purred, taking his calloused hand and pulling it down to her inner thigh.
"Kayla!" Steve aborted, yanking his hand from her grip as he turned a deep shade of scarlet. "You know I'm not-"
"Ready for that." Kayla finished, yanking the sheet back over her bosom with a huff, "I know Steve. I know."
After that first night that Kayla stayed over, she began to stay most nights, and every night she'd let Steve explore her body, his fingers tracing her curves until he was sure he knew her better than he knew himself. Kayla let him do most of the work, knowing if she dared to know him the way he was learning her, she'd push him way past his breaking point.
So she waited patiently until Steve seemed comfortable enough exploring under the cover of his large t-shirts. Every night they had a routine together: She'd go to his room and lock the door, waiting ten minutes before opening it and letting Steve in to join her. He'd turned a secondary dresser into a vanity for the girl, so she'd take off her makeup and her contacts in his room, and reappear ready for sleep.
One night though, after ten minutes, when Kayla swung open the door she stood there topless in the lamplight. Steve had begun to stutter and lock eyes with her, not allowing himself a glance any lower than her green eyes. Kayla smirked wickedly at him, finally pushing down his nose to lower his sight line, allowing him to take her in fully. When Steve asked her why she simply shrugged and told him it was too hot that night.
It was that same night that Steve agreed with her about the apartment being too hot, and he finally removed his sweatpants to sleep in his boxers. Steve knew that Kayla knew he was lying, just like her, about it being too hot that night. But she let him keep his dignity and didn't point out the real reason for him abandoning his sweats was how constricting they were proving to be for him when she was topless.
And that's how they stayed every night after that, never going any farther. Steve began to notice Kayla had slowed way down in her advances as the nights went on, appearing more than happy to be taking things slow. What he didn't realize though, was that she was just content to have something that would last. There was no point in hurrying if it wasn't going to end soon.
"I'm sorry," Steve muttered, eyes saddening as Kayla pulled up the sheet again.
"Don't be Steve, this is perfect," Kayla assured him, leaning her forehead against his cheek.
Zawadi began to bark loudly and made his way towards the front door. Both Steve and Kayla were rustled from their moment by his behavior, so Steve got out of bed to see what had bothered the dog. When he made it to the edge of the bedroom, he heard a loud pounding on the door. The aggressive pounding turned Zawadi's bark into a deep growl, the dog's fur bristling tensely.
Steve didn't have a chance to reach the door when it was burst open, Secret Servicemen pushing their way inside. Among them was Tiffany who began apologizing profusely.
"Steve! I'm so sorry- I tried to protect you guys, but-but they threatened me with treason for helping disobey a direct order from the President." She stuttered as she was pulled to the side.
"Stand aside Captain Rogers. Where is she?" The President's aid barked, staring down Steve as they heard Kayla yelp from the other room.
"Get away from me!" She screeched as the other men sprinted into the bedroom to see one of the servicemen try to pull the sheets off. "Don't you dare. I think you know what's underneath." She hissed angrily as she stood, still holding the sheet around her.
"Miss Ellis, I'm sure most of the world knows what's under there by now. What the hell were you thinking? Both you and Captain Rogers were given strict orders to stay away from each other. Cuff him." The aid growled, motioning the men in suits to subdue Steve.
"Travis you bastard." Kayla responded, eyes dark as the tall man approached her, "Leave him alone, he's done nothing wrong."
As the men tried to get a hold of Steve, his instincts kicked in and he snapped the handcuff chain and shoved the men out of the way, taking the few steps he needed to get close to Kayla.
"Treason," Travis answered as the men got another hold on Steve, pushing him down to his knees and holding him tighter this time.
"That's enough gentlemen." Sandra Ellis walked into the room, eyes like daggers, "Leave, I need to talk to my daughter alone."
The secret servicemen yanked Steve to his feet and he didn't fight them this time, allowing himself to be walked to his living room. As Travis passed Sandra she snarled, "If you ever come near my daughter in this situation again, I'll have you arrested as well."
Once the door was closed, the First Lady faced her daughter who stood near the window holding a cream bedsheet against her chest. Kayla had a defiant look on her face as her lips bent down into a scowl. Sandra couldn't contain the small sob that came from her lips, which caused her daughter to soften her resolve.
"Is this what we've done to you?" She cried, "Have we turned you into a slut? I always read the tabloids and I assumed they were lies, but I never questioned you if they were true."
Kayla's eyes began to well with tears as she shook her head fiercely, "It's not like that. Not with Steve. I love him, Mom."
Sandra met her daughter's eyes, tear beginning to spill opening out of each of theirs. "How long have you been sleeping with him?"
"I haven't Mom. I mean," She motioned to the bed, "I've been staying here with him for about a month, but we haven't had sex. I haven't done that since before the gala last year."
Her mother considered this, nodded her head slowly before wiping the tears away from her eyes, "He's been a good influence on you?"
Kayla laughed, "He's a much better influence on me than I am on him."
"You know your father won't allow it, Kayla, he sent Travis and the servicemen here."
"But I love him. I love him so much."
Sandra embraced her daughter, which only caused Kayla's tears to flow harder. "Sometimes we have to sacrifice the things we love for our country. I think Captain Rogers understands that better than anyone. Perhaps in time-"
"You are taking me home aren't you?" Kayla interrupted, seeing where this conversation was heading.
"Yes Kayla, I am. Tiffany is coming too though, so you won't be alone. Your father just wants to keep an eye on you."
"Why? Why does he want to keep an eye on me, I've done nothing wrong!" Kayla cried.
"Is this about the serum?" Sandra asked bluntly.
"What?"
"Are you seeing Captain Rogers to learn more about the super soldier serum?"
Kayla's jaw dropped and her eyes widened, suddenly seeing why this was such a big deal. They thought she was studying Steve. They thought she was still working. "No. No, I love him, I've been dating him for three months! I handed over all my work with the serum to SHIELD..."
Sandra's resolve began to harden as she pushed her daughter further, trying to make her consider the options, "Is he with you to make sure you don't recreate it? How do you know being with you isn't an assignment from SHIELD?"
"It's not Mom, it's not!" Kayla began to unravel. Steve wouldn't do that to her. Steve couldn't do that...
"Director Fury was the one who contacted us about you and Captain Rogers. He said he was aware of you two seeing each other and that it had run its course. He recommended we come to get you." Sandra told her daughter.
"No, no I reached out to Steve, this wasn't his idea it was mine..." Doubt clouded Kayla's mind for a brief moment, because in times of great chaos anything is possible, even the worst possible scenario. "He's going to be tried for treason-"
"No, he's not. We've worked out a deal with SHIELD. He'll be just fine. He won't be at the museum opening and he'll be gone on missions a lot, but they won't let him take the fall for this. Now," She grabbed Kayla's bra off the floor, "Get dressed. We are going home."
After changing, the First Lady ushered her daughter out of the bedroom and towards the front door. Steve immediately noticed her tear stained cheeks and the way she couldn't meet his eye.
"Kay-" He took a step towards her, but the servicemen stopped him.
"Goodbye Steve." Kayla choked out, reaching for Zawadi's harness as they walked her to the door.
"No, the dogs too big and aggressive. He's not coming to the White House." Travis snarled, yanking the harness out of Kayla's hand. He looked at Steve, pulling the heavy dog back into the apartment. "Keep him, sell him, take him to the pound. Whatever you want."
With that Travis slammed Steve's front door, leaving Steve alone by his desk in his boxers. He sat on the floor as Zawadi howled at the door, not understanding where Kayla had gone. Finally, the dog trotted over to Steve and began to lick at his face and neck.
Steve didn't try to stop the dog, he simply wept quietly into his chestnut coat.