A/N: Whew, I've finally finished this beast of a chapter. I wanted to say two things before ya'll start reading. 1) I cannot take credit for every word in this chapter. Sections of dialogue were pulled from Captian American: The First Avenger. So credit goes Christopher Markus and Stephen McFeely. 2) There is smut at the end of this chapter. It's my first time actually writing smut, so please don't rip me apart for it.

Regardless, I hope ya'll enjoy!


Brooklyn April 1943

Steve was sitting in his underwear in a waiting room filled with men similarly dressed as an army doctor called out people's names. He was enthralled in a news story about the Coast Guard hunting U-boats off the Virginia Coast. He hoped Lucy's father was doing ok. It had been weeks since Lucy had heard from him, which while not unusual was not helping her stress levels.

"Boy, a lot of guys getting killed out there," the man next to him said, "kind of makes you think twice about enlisting, huh?"

"Rogers, Steven," the doctor called out.

"Nope," Steve said, getting in line for the podium.

"Rogers," the doctor said, "What did your father die of?"

"Mustard gas," Steve said quickly, "he was in the 107th infantry. I was hoping to be assigned there."

"Your mother," the doctor said, thoroughly unfazed by Steve's remark.

"She was a nurse, TB ward. Got hit, couldn't shake it," Steve answered.

The doctor took a long look at the papers in front of him, a frown on his face.

"Sorry son," he said.

"Look, just give me a chance," Steve begged.

"You'd be ineligible on your asthma alone," the doctor said.

"Is there anything you can do," Steve asked a feeling of failure and dread settling into his stomach.

"I'm doing it. I'm saving your life," the doctor said stamping Steve's enlistment form with the dreaded 4F marking.

Steve nodded resigned to his fate, leaving the room to get dressed and leave. Steve didn't want to go back to the empty apartment. Lucy was working, a call had come in two days ago and she hadn't been home since. Dot had come back once to grab changes of clothes for both her and Lucy. He wasn't sure how to contact her while she was working if he even could. Bucky was out spending time with his family. He'd just gotten back from training and was waiting to receive orders. Steve had the day off of his newspaper route but could bare being left alone with his thoughts. He'd just stew on his enlistment attempts and how he could fudge his forms enough to get in Instead, Steve wandered the streets of Brooklyn. His feet took him to a movie theater. He didn't care about what it was showing, but maybe the film would take his mind off everything.

The new reels began to play. Everyone in the theater sat in rapt attention as the film played. As news turned to enlistment and America's war effort, Steve felt a pang in his chest. All he wanted was to serve his country like any other man. He would find a way, even if he had to try a dozen times. He'd keep trying until the army let him in or the war ended.

"Who cares," someone in front of him said, distributing the quiet theater, "play the movie already." Several other audience members looked for the source of the voice, trying to shame the person into silence.

"Hey, you wanna show some respect," Steve whispered. The person went quiet. One of the women near Steve gave him a small smile through her tears.

"Let's go, get on with it," the person said again, "hey, just start the cartoons." More people in the theater were trying to find the offending person now.

Steve breathed in deep, mustering his courage. He knew exactly where this was going to go.

"Hey, wanna shut up," Steve snapped. One of the large men sitting in front of Steve stood up slowly and turned around to glare at Steve.

"Why don't we take this outside," he said cracking his knuckles. Steve stood from his seat and headed for the emergency exit.

As they entered the alleyway, the man slugged Steve. Steve toppled back into the trash cans but scrambled back to his feet quickly. The man was ready though, as soon as Steve stood up, another punch socked him in the jaw. As he stood this time, Steve grabbed one of the trash can lids and held it in front of himself as a shield. The man ripped the lid from him and punched him again. The impact sent Steve into the fence that lined the back of the alley. He breathed heavily and blinked his right eye. Steve held his fists out in the fighting stance Bucky had taught him.

"You just don't know when to give up, do you," the man asked.

"I could do this all day," Steve remarked, throwing a haymaker at the man. The man blocked the haymaker easily and countered with another punch to Steve's face. Steve crumbled to the ground.

"Hey," a voice called, "Pick on someone your own size." Steve listened as the man threw another punch only to be decked himself and sent running. He pulled himself up to standing to see Bucky in his dress greens in the alley where the man had once stood.

"Sometimes I think you like getting punched," Bucky said.

"I had him on the ropes," Steve replied. Bucky reached down and picked up an off white piece of paper from the ground.

"How many times is this," he asked, opening the paper. "Oh, you're from Paramus now? You know it's illegal to lie on your enlistment form, but seriously Jersey?"

Steve gave Bucky another full look. There was something different about Bucky today. "You get your orders?"

"107th, Sergeant James Barnes shipping out for England first thing tomorrow," Bucky said, pride evident.

"I should be going," Steve said. Bucky's face dropped, but he quickly covered it with a smile.

"Come on man. It's my last night. Gotta get you cleaned up," Bucky said.

"Why, where are we going," Steve asked.

"The future," Bucky said, shoving a folded paper into Steve's stomach. An advertisement for the World Exposition of Tomorrow stared back at him.

**
In their office under Brooklyn Antiques, Dot and Lucy breathed a sigh of relief. They'd cracked another Hydra dispatch and were frantically trying to decode the message. They'd exhausted themselves and the coffee pot in their efforts. Lucy's hair was a mess, her milkmaid braid barely holding together. The pins that normally held her hair on the verge of falling out. The circles under her eyes were starting to look more like bruises than dark circles. The office wasn't in any better shape than Lucy's hair. Paper covered every inch of table space, and sheets had started to cover the floor as well.

Dot was in slightly better shape. She'd taken a break hours ago to fix her hair and fetch the pair fresh clothing.

"Maybe we should take a break, Luc? Fresh air and sunshine might help," Dot said. Lucy ignored her friend and continued to flip through the score for Die Walküre for the first measure of the message. The message seemed to be similar to the first. The Ride motif appeared in the 16 note identifier, but the message wasn't using the same section of the score.

"I'll go outside when we've decoded this," Lucy mumbled.

At this moment, Peggy appeared in the door. "Good Afternoon Ladies. How is the decryption coming?

Lucy didn't look up from the papers in front of her.

"We think we have the piece identified, and we've been trying to decrypt the message itself, but the code is more complex than some of the earlier messages. So it's taking longer than expected," Dot said. Lucy didn't look up from the score laid out in front of her.

Peggy sighed. "How long do you think you'll need to get a decrypted message to our translator?"

"Based on how long the last few dispatches have taken, at least another couple of days," Dot explained. Lucy flinched. That was too long. The deal was a three day turn around, and they'd been struggling to abide by it. Peggy nodded in understanding.

"In that case, I am ordering you to take a break. Go home, get some rest, and come back Monday with fresh eyes and minds," Peggy said. Lucy looked up from the score, "what?" Her pencil hovered over her scratch paper, ready to make another mark.

"You heard me, lieutenant. Three days leave, and then come back with a fresh perspective," Peggy said. Dot and Lucy saluted Peggy. They set about cleaning the room up, though Lucy moved incredibly sluggishly. Dot knew that she was on the verge of collapse. With all the paper off the floor, Dot dragged Lucy home to rest.

They arrived back at the apartment around noon. Bucky and Steve were nowhere to be seen. Both Dot and Lucy were grateful for it, as they collapsed into their beds fully clothed.

Lucy awoke sometime later to the sound of Bucky and Steve returning home.

"Oh look, the girls are home," Bucky said. Lucy groaned and rolled over away from the noise. She felt hungover, but she hadn't had anything to drink in weeks.

"Lucy, Dot, get up. We're going to see the future," Bucky called.

Dot groaned but sat up in bed. "Are you sure we can't sleep tonight? This is the first bit of shuteye I've had in days."

"It's my last day before shipping out. You better be ready to dance the night away," Bucky said. Dot sat up in bed as if she'd been shocked by something.

"You got your orders," She asked. Bucky nodded, "I ship out tomorrow morning."

Steve meanwhile had gone over to where Lucy lay sprawled in their bed. He smiled down at her. She'd fallen asleep still in her clothes, makeup, and hairstyle. Tendrils of hair were fanned out on her pillow. She was hugging Steve's pillow to her, her nose buried in the top of it.

"Sweetheart, wakeup," Steve said quietly. His hand skimmed her face, moving hair from her face.

"Bucky has a fun night planned for us," he said. Lucy grumbled in her sleep and rolled over. Steve snickered quietly. He reached out and shook Lucy softly.

"I want to sleep," she moaned.

"Come on Doll," Bucky said loudly as he bounded into the room. "There's much to do and not a lot of time to do it."

Lucy reluctantly opened her eyes to see Bucky and Steve leaning over her. "Go get yourself all dolled up. Steven and I are taking you out to the World Expo and dancing afterward."

"Can one of you make coffee," Lucy asked. Steve nodded, "Of course sweetheart."

The men busied themselves in the kitchen as the girls took turns in the bathroom. Lucy took a quick bath rinsing the last few days off. As she dried off, Dot took her turn in the bath. Lucy focused on the small cracked mirror and applied a small amount of power to her hair.

"You know, if you keep working like you are, you'll work into an early grave," Dot said. Lucy looked over her face in the mirror. The bags under her eyes were more pronounced and her eyes were noticeably red.

"I know Dot, but I won't be working like this forever," Lucy said. She reached up to the small shelf next to the mirror and grabbed her foundation compact.

"Do you think after the war, you'll settle down with Steve," Dot asked. Lucy smiled to herself thinking of the future with Steve. Every time she imagined it, she was three children in a small house somewhere close to the water. Steve would have a small studio in the attic to work on his art and Lucy would have a small garden. All three children would take after Steve, with their dirty blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. There were times Lucy imagined the scene as her going off to work for the day, Steve waving from the front stoop as he prepared the children for the walk to school.

"We'll settle down, there's no question of that. I just don't know what it will look like," Lucy said, "Do you ever think about settling down?"

Dot blushes deeply as she scrubbed her arms and legs with the small soap bar. "I do," she said.

"With Bucky," Lucy probed. Dot shook her head.

"Bucky and I aren't mutually exclusive. We're just enjoying our time together," Dot said. Lucy replaced the foundation power on the shelf and grabbed the mascara cake. She carefully applied the mascara to her lashes as Dot finished in the bath.

Lucy opened the bathroom door a crack and looked out. Bucky and Steve were nowhere to be seen. With her towel secured, Lucy made a dash for her and Steve's room. Safely inside, Lucy examined her options for a night out at the Stark Expo. It was just starting to warm up, and Bucky said there would be dancing after the Expo. So something with shorter sleeves and a mid-weight fabric would be ideal. Lucy ended up selecting one of her nicest dresses, a navy blue velvet A-line dress. It had half sleeves and fell just below her knees. The bodice had several buttons mimicking a shirt collar and created a deep v that accentuated her décolletage. Laying the dress across the bed, Lucy pulled her corselette from the small dresser. She hated the restrictive undergarment, but it made the dress look amazing on her. There were old fashioned lacings on both sides of the garment and limited elastic. Lucy loosened the lacings just enough to wiggle into the contraption.

Once she'd situated the undergarment, she pulled the dress on over her head. She adjusted the dress and smoothed the front down. Going back to the closet, Lucy picked out a pair of blue heels with mesh toes. They'd be perfect for a night of walking and dancing. Lucy looked at her underwear drawer and debated putting on pantyhose or drawing a hose line on the backs of her legs. Ultimately she decided against it. Social norms be damned, no one was going to care if she was wearing hose or not.

With the outfit done, Lucy began to ponder what to do with her hair. She didn't want to bother with victory rolls today and she didn't want to put her hair down. She could do her usual braids, but it was a special night. She settled on a puffy bun situation. She started by pinning the front portions of her hair back on her head and fluffing them. She then braided the rest of her hair into and coiled it into a bun at the back of her head. She finished off the look by fluffing the braided bun out to cover the pins. She finished by spraying the whole style with hair spray. As a final touch, Lucy secured her locket around her neck and her ring on her finger.

Other than a smattering of lipstick, Lucy was ready. When she exited the room, Bucky and Steve had returned to the couch, ready to go. Bucky was still in his uniform, his hat casually hanging on his knee. Steve hadn't changed much of his clothing. He'd changed his tie and had a compress on his nose. Four steaming cups sat on the small coffee table.

"What was it this time," Lucy asked, moving to sit by Steve. She reached down with her left hand to grab a cup. The coffee inside was black and perfect. Lucy took a sip savoring the warm acidic liquid.

"A guy was disrespecting the troops at the movie theater," Steve said, his eyes fixed on the floor.

"Sweetheart, look at me," Lucy said softly. Steve's eyes flicked to meet hers. "I am proud of you for standing up for the troops and all the women who were in that theater with loved ones abroad." She reached over to gently peel the compress away from Steve's face. His nose was a little swollen and you could just make out the beginnings of a bruise along his jaw. She craned over to kiss his nose lightly.

Bucky choked and turned away from the scene of affection. Steve sighed relaxing at the contact.

"Lucy!" Dot yelled from the bedroom she shared with Bucky, "Can you come in here and help me for a second?" Lucy rolled her eyes. Of course, Dot needed help with her hair.

"Coming," she said. Lucy carefully set her cup down and headed for Dot and Bucky's room. Steve returned the compress to his nose wincing slightly.

Lucy found Dot attempting to pin her hair into simple victory rolls. "Can you pin these?" Dot asked, holding out a handful of pins. Lucy took the pins and moved closer to Dot. Dot manipulated her hair into the first roll. Lucy deftly placed the pins into Dot's hair. The first roll held perfectly. They did the same dance on the other side. Dot took the last few pins from Lucy and switched them for a can of hairspray, liberally dousing her hair in it.

Dot looked amazing in a red dress with a small flower print and her sensible brown dancing shoes. She hadn't bothered with hose either.

"Bucky is going to have a heart attack," Lucy said.

"That's the idea," Dot said, a confident smirk on her face.

The pair exited the bedroom, causing the boys to look up. Bucky visibly gulped, his eyes roaming Dot's body. Dot walked over to him. "Like what you see soldier?"

"Yes ma'am. I'm going to be fighting other men off with a stick tonight," he said, smirk.

"Shall we head out," Lucy asked. Bucky and Steve stood up straightening their clothes. Steve dropped the compress on the coffee table. Lucy and Dot paused to gulp down their still hot coffee.

"Let's," he said, offering his arm to Lucy. The two couples exited the apartment and headed for the subway and Queens.

The World Expo was lit up and fireworks were going off as the couples arrived. Bucky and Steve were talking about the war and Steve's attempts to enlist. Lucy and Dot stayed quiet and focused on taking in the sights and sounds around them.

"I don't see what the problem is," Bucky said as they walked down the central globe's steps towards the Modern Marvels pavilion.

"I know Buck. I just can't give up" Steve said. Lucy's grip tightened on Steve's hand as they walked.

As they entered the Modern Marvels pavilion a voice bombed from the sound system above, "Welcome to the Modern Marvels Pavilion and the World of Tomorrow. A greater world, a better world"

Lucy stared at displays bathed in blue light. Steve seemed to be distracted, munching a bag of peanuts he'd purchased from a cart just outside the pavilion.

"It's starting," Dot said, pulling Bucky toward the stage. Lucy grabbed Steve's free hand and pulled him forward.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr. Howard Stark," a female announcer said.

Howard Stark himself appeared on stage. As he took the microphone from the announcer, he planted a large kiss on her.

An audience member near Lucy yelled out "I love you, Howard."

Stark seemed to ignore the women and launched into a speech.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what if I told you that in just a few short years, your automobile won't even have to touch the ground at all."

The women on stage with Stark removed the wheels from the car to reveal what looks like coils. Steve offered Lucy the bag of peanuts, from which she grabbed several, popping them in her mouth.

"Yes, thanks, Mandy," Stark picked up, "With Stark robotic reversion technology, you'll be able to do just that." He hit a button on stage and the wheel began to hum and raise the car from the stage floor.

"Holy cow," Bucky said. The wheels started to shudder and die causing the car to fall back to the stage.

"I did say a few years didn't I," Stark said laughing the failure off.

Steve turned away from the stage wandering out of the pavilion. Lucy followed him, Bucky and Dot close to their heels.

"Hey, Steve, what do you say we treat our faithful dames to…." Bucky trained off as they neared the recruitment center.

Steve headed into the center. He stood quietly as he watched another couple. The man stood on a small platform that lit up to reflect his face in an army uniform. "Come on soldier," the woman said, pulling the man out of the pavilion. Steve stepped on a platform that lit up to show the top of his head at the bottom of the cut-out face. Lucy stood back, her heart twisting for Steve.

"Come on. You're missing the point of a double date to celebrate my last night stateside. We're taking the girls dancing remember," Bucky said.

"You go ahead, we'll catch up with you," Steve said looking over at Lucy, who remained near the entrance to the mirror area. She nodded in agreement.

"Are you really going to do this again," Bucky asked, exasperated with his friend.

"Well, it's a fair. I'm going to try my luck," Steve said.

"As who? Steve from Ohio? They'll catch you. Or worse, they'll actually take you," Bucky said, exasperated with his best friend.

"Look, I know you don't think I can do this," Steve said quietly.

"This isn't a back alley, Steve. It's war!" Bucky continued.

"I know it's a war. You don't have to tell me," Steve shot back. Dot started trying to pull Bucky away.

"Why are you so keen to fight? There are so many important jobs," Bucky yelled.

"What am I going to do? Collect scrap metal," Steve yelled back. Lucy stepped to his side putting a hand on his shoulder, but he shook her off.

"Yes, "Bucky yelled.

"In my little red wagon," Steve continued.

"Why not," Bucky asked.

"I'm not gonna sit in a factory, Buck," Steve said. His eye pleaded with Bucky to let him try one more time.

"I don't," Bucky stated.

"Bucky, come on. There are men laying down their lives. I got no right to do any less than them. That's what you don't understand. This isn't about me," Steve said.

"Right, because you have nothing to prove," Bucky seethed. Steve recoiled at his words.

Dot took the opportunity to pull Bucky away from Steve. "Come on Bucky, let's go dancing. Steve and Lu can catch up," she said.

Bucky turned to her and smiled, "Yes, we are." He held out his arm for Dot to take. She took it quickly, almost pulling Bucky away.

"Don't do anything stupid until I get back, "Bucky called.

"How can I? You're taking all the stupid with you," Steve asked, a small amount of playfulness returning to his voice.

"You're a punk," Bucky said, turning back to Steve. He engulfed Steve in a bone-crushing hug.

"Jerk, be careful," Steve said in his ear. Bucky ended the hug and turned back to Dot, who was waiting at the end of the steps.

"Don't win the war till I get there," Steve called. Bucky turned around and saluted Steve.

"Come on Dot, They're playing our song," Bucky said, taking her arm and disappearing around the corner.

Steve turned around to face Lucy. "Are you ok with this," Steve asked.

"I am. It's part of my job as your wife. To be supportive of your endeavors. Just don't get caught," she said. She pulled him into an embrace and gave him a light kiss.

"Go get 'em, tiger," she said. Steve disappeared around the corner into the enlistment rooms. Lucy took a seat on a bench to wait for Steve. As she surveyed the crowd, Lucy swore she caught a glimpse of a familiar doctor disappearing around the same corner as Steve.

The enlistment rooms were fairly empty, and Steve was quickly ushered back to an examination room. A doctor walked in and prepared to start the examination. Before he could start, a nurse entered the room to whisper something to the doctor.

"Wait here," the doctor said.

"Is there a problem," Steve asked.

"Just wait here," the doctor said leaving the room. Steve looked around the room, his nerves on edge. He looked around the room, seeing the site about lying on his enlistment form and thought of Bucky. He needed to get out of there quickly. Steve reached for his shoes to start getting dressed.

As he put his shoes one, an MP entered the room. Steve started to worry he'd been caught.

An old man in a white coat entered the room signaling the MP to leave.

"So you want to go overseas. Kill some Nazi," the old man asked.

"Excuse me," Steve asked.

"Dr. Erskine," the man said, "I represent the Strategic Scientific Reserve."

"Steve Rogers," Steve replies.

Dr. Erskine began to flip through the file he brought in.

"Where are you from," Steve asked.

"Queens," Dr. Erskine replied, "73rd Street and Utopia Parkway. Before that, Germany. This troubles you?"

"No," Steve said, shaking his head.

"Where are you from, Mr. Rogers? Mmm? Is it New Haven? Or Paramus? Five Exams in five different cities," Dr. Erskine asked as he completed his flip through.

"That might not be the right file," Steve stammered.

"No, it's not the exams I'm interested in. It's the five tries," Dr. Erskine said, holding up five fingers, "But you didn't answer my question. Do you want to kill Nazis?"

"Is this a test," Steve asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.

"Yes," Dr. Erskine said plainly.

"I don't want to kill anyone. I don't like bullies. I don't care where they're from," Steve said with the utmost sincerity.

"Well, there are already so many big men fighting this war. Maybe what we need now is the little guy, huh? I can offer you a chance," Dr. Erskine said standing up to leave the small room. Steve followed the doctor out of the room.

"But only a chance," Dr. Erskine added.

"I'll take it, "Steve said in disbelief.

"Good. So where is the little guy from, actually," Dr. Erskine asked? He busied himself with a slip of paper and finding the stamp he wanted.

"Brooklyn," Steve said. Dr. Erskine stamped the form and handed it to Steve.

"Congratulations Soldier," he said. Steve opened the paper to see the 1A stamp for himself.

"I look forward to seeing you at Camp Leigh on Monday," Dr. Erskine said leaving the recruitment center.

"Yes sir," Steve called after him.

Steve walked around the corner to find Lucy. She was sitting on the bench picking at a loose thread on her dress.

He walked right up to her and kissed her firmly. Lucy was startled by the unexpected display of affection. Steve was not normally a public display kind of guy. He preferred to save it for the privacy of their room.

"Woah boy," Lucy said, putting a hand on Steve's chest to push him away. She looked in his eyes, the joy evident.

"You got in," she asked, her own excitement building for him.

"I got in," Steve said, "I report to Camp Leigh in New Jersey Monday."

Lucy's smile faded slightly. She only had a few days left with her husband before he followed his dreams of going off to war.

"Let's go home, Steve. I want to celebrate in private," Lucy said. Her eyes darkened to near black. Steve's eyes darkened to a deep blue.

"What about Bucky and Dot," he asked huskily.

"They'll manage just fine without us, "Lucy said grabbing Steve's hand and dragging him towards the subway.

** Warning Mature Content Ahead** feel free to skip to the next chapter if you're not into it.

Steve and Lucy reached the door of their apartment hand in hand. They'd said barely a word on the subway ride back to Brooklyn and the walk to the apartment. Steve fumbled with the lock as Lucy pushed herself into his back. As the door swung open, the pair stumbled through. Lucy peeled away from Steve long enough to close the door and lock it behind her.

Without warning, Lucy grabbed Steve's face, yanking the small man to her and crushing her lips to his. Steve stumbled into her, his hands scrabbling for purchase. They found places in the small of her back and her hair. The kiss was hard and intense as the pair battled for dominance. Lucy bit Steve's lip causing him to moan and grip her hair harder. His fingers pulled at her hair, deftly removing the pins. The small bits of metal clinking as they hit the floor. They worked until her hair tumbled down around them. He smirked into the kiss, running his fingers through her hair in an effort to find every last pin. Steve began to walk backward, counting the steps in his head. Anytime, Lucy pushed too hard, he would pull her hair and by extension her head back.

While he did this, Lucy's hands were pulling at his clothes. His jacket had come off easily, but she was fighting with his tie and shirt. For a moment, Lucy gave up on his clothes and kicked off her shoes.

As if perfectly timed, Steve stepped back into the door of their room. Lucy broke away from the kiss, breathing hard, her lips noticeably swollen. Steve's eye's glinted with mischief as he reached for his tie. He loosened it enough to slip the fabric over his head and dropped it neatly on the doorknob. Lucy snickered at the sight, pulling back to find the zipper of her dress.

Steve turned the knob on the door and walked back through it. "Come on doll," he said, the pitch of his voice lowering to a gravelly whisper, "there's a comfortable bed waiting for us." Lucy felt herself go weak in the knees. She stumbled forward into the room and Steve closed the door firmly behind them. Just in case, he put the room's small chair under the knob to prevent intruders.

Lucy finally managed to fully unzip her dress. She slipped her arms from the garment, allowing the blue fabric pool around her feet. Steve gaped. He knew his wife was beautiful, but this. He could feel the erratic beat of his heart and his steps forward intent on claiming her lips again. He planned to worship his goddess tonight.

Lucy put a hand on his chest stopping his advance. "I need to get this off, first sweetheart. I can't do it laying down," Lucy said softly. Her hands reaching down to the laces on her corselette. Steve sank to her knees in front of her, his hands mimicking hers on the other side. He peppered her covered hips, thighs, and stomach with kisses as he worked the lace. Once the laces were suitably untied, Lucy pulled Steve to his feet and showed him how to pull the undergarment off. With a quick kiss, Steve's hands moved to the top of the corselette. His mouth followed his hands, kissing a path down her body as each inch of skin was revealed. He kissed the top of each breast, then her sternum. Pulling the fabric down, Steve revealed the fullness of her breasts. He kissed the tender flesh of each breast, paying special attention to her nipples.

"Dear God," Lucy moaned. Steve sucked one nipple then the other into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bundles of nerves. Lucy shuddered. A rush of warmth flooded her panties. Steve continued his assault on her breasts pushing the offending undergarment further down.

"Where did you learn...," Lucy gasped. Steve stopped his assault on her long enough to look up and smirk.

"Bucky may have explained a thing or two," he said returning to kissing his way down her ribs and stomach. She reached for him, tangling her hands in his hair.

"Careful doll," Steve growled. He pulled the corselette down the last few inches. The stiff fabric dropping to the floor. Lucy shivered as she realized she was standing before Steve in just her simple panties. Steve kept kissing down until he reached the apex of her thighs. He placed a kiss just above it before standing up to face Lucy. He kissed her again, this time pulling her down to him. Lucy returned the kiss, pressing herself into the man in front of her. He pulled away, a grin on his face.

"Your turn," he said huskily. Lucy stared into his eyes. Steve's pupils were blown so wide almost no blue remained. Lucy growled, kissing Steve's neck as she attacked his shirt. She nipped at a spot where Steve's neck met his jaw. Shivers shot down Steve's spine.

"Doll," he groaned. The utterance soaked Lucy even more. He'd never called her that before, and now it seemed to be the only name for her. She focused her attention on that spot as she worked the bottom buttons open, revealing in the feeling of Steve's maleness stiffening between them.

Lucy popped the last button off in her haste, pushing the fabric off his shoulders. She continued to kiss down his chest and abdomen just as he had, make a pit stop at his nipples to return the favor.

"Oh Christ," Steve hissed. Lucy giggled looking up at Steve through her eyelashes as she explored. Steve felt like he was going to explode and they hadn't even made it to bed yet.

When she reached his belt, she looked up at him again, as if asking for permission. Steve bit his lip and nodded. Lucy made quick work of the belt and started on the pants. The undoing of each button was utterly agonizing for Steve. All he wanted was to be free of his trousers and have his way with Lucy.

She slid his trousers down his legs, leaving him in just his boxes.

"I take it someone is happy to see me," Lucy teased, wrapping her hand around the hardened shaft in Steve's boxers. He groaned, his knees buckling. Lucy was off her knees in a flash, pushing Steve down onto the bed. She straddled him, knees on either side of his hips, and leaned down to capture his lips again. Steve strained to meet her lips. Lucy leaned down further, her breasts resting on his chest.

This kiss was more intense than the last few. Steve's hands found their way into Lucy's hair again, pulling her this way and that to control the kiss. As the kiss continued, the strength of his tugging increased.

"God," Lucy moaned into his mouth. Steve smirked again, taking advantage of her open mouth to slip his tongue in and truly taste her. Their tongues battled between their mouths, neither one gaining much ground. As they battled for dominance, Lucy ground her pelvis into Steve, eliciting the most wonderful moans and curses that she swallowed greedily. She would do whatever she needed to make sure she heard those sounds for the rest of her life.

Without warning, Steve sat up, pushing Lucy back. She fell back into the bed, her head hanging off the edge. Steve pulled off his boxers and Lucy's panties. He bent over to kiss her again. Lucy craned up to meet him, her hands tangling into his hair. As they kissed, Lucy's hips moved underneath him. Her wetness dragged along his length. Lucy swallowed the moan that came from Steve's throat. As she continued to writhe underneath him, Steve's length finally found its purchase. Lucy stilled as Steve pushed forward into her, stretching her.

"Oh Steve," Lucy moaned, her head dropping back to hang off the bed.

"Yes Doll," Steve asked.

"Faster," she breathed. Happy to oblige, Steve began to move as fast as he dared. With each thrust, he paused completely buried in her reveling in the feeling of her slick walls squeezing him. Lucy shifted her hips slightly beneath him, changing the angle of his thrust. As he buried himself again, he hit something causing her to scream. Steve paused his movements fearing he'd hurt her.

"I swear to god, Steve. Keep hitting that spot," Lucy said, lifting her head just enough to look into Steve's eyes. He pulled back slowly, staring into her eyes as he did so until just the tip of his shaft was inside her. With all the strength he had, he drove back into her aiming for the same spot. Again, Lucy screamed. It was all the encouragement he needed. Steve did his best to keep up the speed and power of the thrusts. Lucy continued to scream as each thrust hit the same spot. Too soon, Steve began to have difficulty breathing. His thrusts slowed and became shallow.

Lifting her head, Lucy realized Steve was on the verge of an asthma attack. She pushed him back to lay on the pillows and sat up into his lap. Carefully, Lucy began to move. She experimented, first grinding, then raising herself, and finally rocking. As she rocked back and both, Steve began to curse and moan again. Taking it as an invitation, Lucy made her movements first bigger than faster. The feeling on him stretching her with each motion was intoxicating.

As she moved, Lucy began to feel a pleasurable pressure build in her stomach. She was so close, and she wanted him to fall over the edge with her. She moved even faster, resting her hands on either side of Steve's head to balance.

"Steve," she moaned.

"Doll," he answered.

"Look at me," she commanded. Steve fought to open his eyes. What greeted him was beyond his wildest imagination. There was his wife, naked as the day she was born, finding pleasure with him. It was the tipping point that sent him over the edge with a shout. His load shot into Lucy. She moaned as the hot cum coated her insides, triggering her own release. She continued to move as aftershocks flowed through her. Steve whimpering as she did so. Thoroughly spent, Lucy slumped over Steve using her forearms to keep from crushing him completely.

They stayed there for what felt like an eternity just, breathing hard looking into one another's eyes. It was as if a word would break a spell. Finally, Lucy moved off Steve to lay beside him in bed. The bed under Steve's ass and thighs had a noticeable damp spot where Lucy had been.

"That was," Lucy breathed.

"Amazing, "Steve finished, rolling on his side to face Lucy. She nodded, yawning as she did.

Steve wrapped his arms around Lucy, pulling her to him as they drifted off into the best sleep they'd had in years.