As November quickly passed by Chealsea realized Christmas time was coming and she still hadn't bought anything for Steve which soon caused more headaches and sleepless hours. Whenever she asked him, her boyfriend kept on saying he had what he ever dreamed of - her, of course -, so this way of getting ideas led to nowhere. Lydia couldn't help, was as miserable at giving presents as the redhead was. Pepper - considering that she was too busy with the Stark Industries in Malibu -, didn't call her often, which meant she was out of the list Chealsea made of people she intended to ask for advice. Bobbi went on a mission to Canada with Natasha, which had the only person she could turn to be her younger brother, Nathaniel.

It was good that Steve weren't at home until at least 6 pm. She could visit Nate and spend some time with him.

There they were, facing each other while the man tried to suppress his laughter. He ran a hand through his bronze hair, sitting down on the couch next to her. Nathaniel decided to stay in the States for a while - at least a few more months -, much to his sister's joy. Him and Steve soon became friends, got along well despite of the fact that Nate was a womanizer and Steve only had eyes for Chealsea. "So you have no idea at all?"

"Nope," she murmured nervously, chewing on her lower lip.

"That sucks."

She cleared her throat. "This is why I am here."

"Good to know," he sighed dramatically. "Looks like I'm not interesting for you enough to just come and see me, little fox."

She rolled her eyes. "Don't call me like that."

"You loved it back then," he teased me. "Hm, back to the subject, I don't think you should give him big present. Men don't like sentimental stuff. Give him something cute, then take off your clothes and fuck his soul out of him."

"You pig," she scolded him with red cheeks, "I won't-"

He grinned. "Oh c'mon! Don't tell me he wouldn't like it! He's a mess when you're around.."

She started to rub her neck to hide her embarrassment. Chealsea was well aware of the reactions she earned from Steve when they were together in public - and well, when they weren't. "You saying I should-"

"Exactly," he agreed immediately, instead of waiting for her to finish the sentence. "Victoria's Secret is great. The sexy chick would go with you, I bet."

"Sexy chick. Sexy chick?" She tilted her head, staring at her brother with a pissed off expression. Her brother seemed to try to look as innocent as it was possible. She hit his shoulder. "If you hooked up with one of my friends, Nathaniel Roth, I swear to God-"

"We didn't hook up, yet. I'm working on it." Nate smirked. "Don't make that face, I didn't kill anyone."

"Last time you had sex with a friend of my I ended up with her crying on my shoulder with billion used tissues and," she grimaced, "with that boring DiCaprio movie."

"She not that type of woman who cries, I guess." He furrowed his bows in acted confusion. "I don't remember why she slapped me. Maybe, because I asked her to take off her panties and send it as a Christmas present to me."

Chealsea grimaced. "Cross."

"Or maybe because I called her Booby instead of Bobbi."

"Oh my fucking God!" She wrinkled her nose in disgust. "No-. You didn't-. Ouch!"

Nate cocked an eyebrow. "What? She has nice boobs."

"That's so disgusting," she scoffed. "I don't see what girls like in you."

"You don't?" he challenged her. "I'm charming, charismatic, nice. Should I continue? Oh, have you seen my six pack?"

"I wonder how you have gotten six pack. EBay?" The redhead heaved a deep sigh. "Who taught you flirting anyway?"

"It's in my blood." He winked at her. "I'm still better than Rogers. Poor guy, he is blushing all the time."

"He doesn't have anything to complain about." Nathaniel covered his ears. "I better go."

"Nice," he snickered. "Your number one soldier is coming home, right?"

Number one soldier, she didn't want to tell him but actually liked this nickname. Chealsea nodded. "Yep."

"Better be quiet, let Booby have her beauty sleep."

They weren't even sharing the same roof, Steve had his own and Nate knew it. He just teased his sister and truth be told Chealsea honestly missed their usual brother-sister interactions.

"You need beauty sleep, Mr. Odair. Those rings under your eyes don't suit you."

He furrowed his bows. "Finnick Odair? You seriously nicknaming me after that fucking book character? You truly are a fangirl. "

"Why? He's such a sweetheart!"

"Okay, okay. Have a good night, Everdeen."

"Love you." She gave him a kiss on the cheek, quickly hugging him. The redhead was about to leave but something stopped her. Her legs began to shake heavily, so was the world around her and thanks to her brother who caught her she didn't collapse.

"Hey," he whispered, taking her to the couch in his arms. "Look at me. What happened? Are you okay?"

"No. No. I'm okay," she waved off. "It happens sometimes. I hadn't eaten anything since breakfast."

"Shit," the man groaned. "Why are you this stupid then? You scared the shit outta me."

"Sorry."

"Eat something," he ordered. "I won't let you go until you eat something."

"Nate, I'm—"

His face softened. "No rushing, little fox. You sit down and you can go home after you've eaten."

"O-Okay," she replied.

"Feeling better?" her brother asked while handing her plate. Chealsea nodded, sending him a loving look. Even though their parents never really cared about them, she felt proud to have such sibling like Nathaniel and being loved around him. "Marmalade?"

"What?" she demanded to know with her mouth full of spagetti.

"Marmalade with spagetti?"

"Why? It's yummy."

"Weiiiird," he snickered. "I thought I understand women."

"Uhum."

He swallowed the another spoon of chicken soup. "You aren't pregnant, are you?"

Chealsea let out a suprised shriek. "What?"

"Pregnant, y'know. When a man knocks up a woman."

"I know what it means."

"Are you?"

"I'm on the pill," she exhaled. "So no. I'm just hungry."

"Still weird."

The redhead shrugged. "Steve's coming home soon, so I should probably leave now."

"Finish and I take you home," when he saw she was about to protest he added, "so I can take care of you. Should talk to your sweetheart about making you eat regularly. Sex and sex can't replace food, trust me."

"Don't tell him something like that," she warned him. "Because he will take it serious and next time you see me I will be supersize me."

"Maybe that's the plan."

"Asshole."

He laughed.

"I've missed you," Steve panted into her ear as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She was under him with him above, his shirt ripped and buttons everywhere. (She really didn't want to think of her God-knows-where panties.) He had a protective hand on her waist, while the other one deeply buried into her hair. The redhead moaned loudly – louder than she intended – when he quickened his pace. She kissed him passionately, her tongue massaging his one. The sound of the skin-to-skin contact with soft noises filled the silence of the room and the heat rose within them. Chealsea was shaking heavily, sucking on his neck, marking him as hers.

"I missed you too," she replied barely audible. She clenched around him, hearing him hiss in sheer pleasure. The woman bit his earlobe playfully, meeting his movements. Heaven slowly opened its entrance in front of her and she moaned like there was no tomorrow. "Dammit."

Chealsea already came first, but Steve didn't and his girlfriend intended to do everything to make him finish. She whispered sweet words into his ear, enjoying the way it burned in embarrassment. The two of them matched perfectly because they were different and not at the same time. She dared to do things, teaching him while he was shy and had many unspoken rules. However, for her he was willingly gave up on those bothering things. He was passionate when he knew she needed it. He was gentle, caring, and utterly amazing. God, she was coming again.

"Tell me you are mine," she pleaded him almost desperately. Chealsea often got possessive during love making, so was Steve. He went on a very dangerous mission with his team and fuck if this didn't make her want him so bad it hurt. "All mine."

"Yours," he said shakily. With a deep thrust he exploded, holding into her for his dear life. She loved the sound he let out. She had seen nothing, her vision was so blurred she couldn't tell if he was looking at her. His long, soft fingers found her clit and began to rub it. "Forever yours."

"I— I can't—"

With his free hand he pulled a few sweaty strands out of her face. He could write a book about Chealsea Roth and her expression. Happy. Sad. Sarcastic. Teasing. Loving. He definitely loved all of them, but coming Chealsea was one of his favorite ones. Her breath came out harshly out of her slightly parted mouth, her cheek was flushed. "Yes, you can."

She shuddered under him. "S-Steve."

He kissed her hard, then her heart skipped a beat…

"W-Welcome home hero," the woman murmured out of breath.

"It's good to be at home." He kissed her again.

"Pancakes?" She snaked her arms around him from behind, burying her face into his back. She woke up a few minutes after him and when she saw the rose on the pillow next to her she knew he was up to a suprise.

"Yeah."

He wasn't a good cooker - if you don't count that amazing meal he cooked on their first date -, but he tried for her. "I like pancakes."

"I know," he said. "How was the weekend?"

"Boring, mostly. I have done the cleaning and met my brother though."

"You shouldn't have done my room, too." Steve sighed. "I bet you barely slept again."

"I was bored," she shrugged. "Besides, I'm not sleepy."

"Uhm," he turned around, cocking an eyebrow at her. His worried expression made her swallow her nevousness. "You were shaking the whole night through. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yep," she cupped his cheeks. "Just nightmares. Happens."

He pressed his forehead against hers. "I'm worried, that's all. Nate told me-"

"It wasn't a big deal."

"Thanks to him." He stroked over her hair. "You fainted."

"Almost fainted," she corrected him.

"I talked to your boss, you won't go to work today. You need to rest."

"Steve-"

He silenced her by letting their lips collide - he tasted like the sweetest fruit she had ever tasted. "Shh."

"Steve, the pancakes are burning."

A/N: Sorry for the long break, I just had too much school work. Thank you for reading this!