So, Dalla is fine, but healing. Let's see how Steve takes care of the woman he loves while she's injured.
Differences in this chapter: All of it.
It had been weeks. At first, she was overjoyed to hear that Odin allowed her and Thor to stay on Earth. She moved in with Steve because, despite knowing how good the rest of the Avengers were and how comfortable the tower was, she only trusted Steve with helping her during her recovery. If he was being honest with himself, Steve didn't trust Tony to not try and antagonize Dalla and cause her discomfort, so Steve was more than happy to have her move into his apartment.
But he barely let her leave the bedroom and not for the fun kind of bed rest. Steve had left to buy some food and she took the opportunity to walk around the apartment. She was practically healed and wanted to stretch her legs.
She walked into the kitchen to make herself a sandwich, wearing one of Steve's shirts. She turned on some music to dance. Feeling nostalgic, she used the old record player he had to play some music from the 40s. She put on In the Mood by Glenn Miller and began dancing.
Just as she was getting lost in the music and making lunch for Steve, he walked in. He set the groceries on the table, unable to take his eyes off her swaying hips. He hadn't touched her since they returned from the hospital, not wanting to injure her more. But watching his princess dance to music from their past, any anger he would have had at seeing her out of bed was gone before it could take hold.
He came up behind her and pulled her against him. She gasped in surprise before turning in his arms. She smiled up at him and put her arms around his neck.
"I know it's been a while," he said, "but I seem to remember promising you a dance."
She chuckled, turned back to the record player, and changed out the music to a slow song. Steve watched her every move. He knew what she was doing. He still didn't know how to dance and she was still recovering. With a slow song, she wouldn't be moving too fast and he could still dance with her. He gently pulled her into his arms and they began swaying.
"You'll be the death of me, Dalla," he said, looking down at her. "I should be upset you're out of bed, but you look so good in my shirt…"
"Do something about it, Captain," she said, her eyes sparkling. "I'm healed and…"
He picked her up and sat her on the counter of the small kitchen, kissing her deeply. She became wet just from his hands on her body, needing to feel him deep within her. But when he ran his hands up her ribs, he pulled back.
"We can't," he said.
"But…" she began to protest.
"Not until you're completely healed. I don't want to hurt you more."
"You won't! I'm stronger than you think!"
"I know you are, but this is different. You are injured. That's not the same as being weaker or stronger. It means that you need rest so you can heal!"
"I'm a Goddess, Rogers!" She got off the counter, used her powers to change into some normal Midgardian clothes, and began to leave the apartment.
"Really? Surnaming me?"
"Yes!" Turning to him in a huff.
"Alright, then listen here, Odinsdottir! Get your ass back in bed because you still need time to heal and you can't go on missions while injured!"
"Screw you, Rogers!"
Steve rubbed his face in frustration as she slammed the door behind her. Maybe he was being overprotective, but she knew what he was like and the era he grew up in. He nearly lost her and he had held her in his arms. He couldn't keep her locked to him so keeping her in the apartment, on bedrest, was the next best thing. Now, he had pushed her away.
But he didn't waste time thinking too much. He grabbed his coat and ran after her. He stopped her from getting into the cab she had called, shutting the door. She turned to him, anger radiating from her with such intensity, he was surprised there weren't fires springing up.
"Dalla, we need to talk about this," he said.
"I think you said enough," she replied, going to open the cab door.
He put his hand on the door, keeping it closed. "Listen. You are still injured and…"
"You said that already! But I can't take it anymore! I'm stuck inside all day! You barely hold me at night! And even though I'm almost completely healed, I'm told I can't do anything! I'm a warrior, Steve! Being told to do nothing is…"
He put his hands on her shoulders as he began to see her side. "Take a breath, sweetheart, and explain it to me."
"Today was the first time you really touched me, Steve. I understood at first and you taking care of me was so sweet! Even with you not holding me at night, I knew it was because you didn't want to hurt me. But I've been here for almost a month. I need to be able to train. I'm healed enough…"
"That's the thing, Dalla. You aren't completely healed. Until you are, you have to be careful. The thought of losing you…"
She cupped his cheek and kissed him softly. "Steven Grant Rogers, you listen to me. I am not going anywhere. Do you think I would leave you now that we are together? I don't care how injured I get, I will always come back to you."
"Dalla, please, listen…"
"I understand why you are acting this way, Steve. That doesn't mean I have to like it. But I'm going crazy! I need to get out and rain a little. Do something besides just lying in bed. I need the man I love to hold me at night at the very least. Because right now, it doesn't feel like you want me, Steve. In the beginning, I understood, but now…" Tears formed in her eyes, and she looked down, afraid of what she was about to learn. "Do you still want to be with me? Because I will be injured if I join the Avengers, Steve. If I can't count on you to know that being a warrior is part of who I am, then tell me now."
Steve hugged her to him, trying to be gentle but still convey how sorry he was. "Of course, I still want to be with you. I'm sorry for making you feel as if I didn't. God, Dalla. You mean everything to me. I know you are a warrior. If there is a fight, you jump in and help." He pulled back, lifting her face to look at her and wipe the tears that had fallen. "But the thought of you dying or getting hurt when I could have protected you, when I could have prevented it, it's a fear that will never go away."
"The same goes for me, Steve."
"Sweetheart, you have to know, I will always put your health first. I wasn't trying to keep you captive in a tower like the princess you are." She giggled with him. "I was trying to get you to heal completely before you jumped back in. The last thing I want is for you to be injured or worse. I'll set up an appointment tomorrow to see how you're healing, but please…"
She gave him a soft kiss. "I can agree to that. But if I'm 'mostly' healed, that should still be enough for light training to help me get back into it."
He shook his head. "Dalla…"
"If I can agree to a doctor's appointment, Steve, you can agree to things like exercising and basic practice with a wooden sword. Nothing too big or too strenuous. We are compromising, something I'm not used to doing, mind you."
He smiled. "See, this is why I wonder if you're really a princess. You have this bratty edge that makes me just…"
"Well, if I am 'mostly' healed, you can punish me for it."
He looked at the drive and said Dalla had changed her mind. He carried her back to the apartment but she kept nibbling on his neck.
"Dalla, you can't… If you…"
"I'm perfectly fine, Captain."
He groaned. Before he even kicked the door closed, he pulled her head up so he could crash his lips into hers. She moaned as he instantly took control. The sound of fabric ripping filled the room and she felt the bed at her back and his heated skin against her aching breasts. He bhe kissed down her body until he found her glistening womanhood.
Without another word, he began feasting upon her. Every never felt on fire as his tongue slipped through her folds and over her clit. She gripped his hair as her body began to shake, the tension building fast.
"St-Steve!" she yelled out when he pushed two fingers into her tight sheath and move them within her.
He growled as she began to ride his hand, more of her spicy nector flowing. When she came, he helped her ride it out, but he was by no means done. He wasn't going for rough, but the way she had writhed moments ago gave his body other ideas. A fine layor of sweat covered his skin as he tried to hold back.
However, Dalla was having none of that. She pulled him down to her and nipped just below his ear, over his neck, going to his collarbone. She played his body like a fiddle and began to lose control, something Steve had abundance of. She's still injured, he kept reminding himself but the way her tongue ran over the skin she could reach, he was soon burying himself in her hard and deep so that she was screaming out in pleasure.
One orgasm after another washed through her as he made love to her. After an hour of denying himself, Steve finally had his own release with her so that she took his seed deep within her. He held her close as they both tried to catch their breaths. There were no words of "I told you so" from her or him saying "you were right". Their reunion had been long over due for both of them. They both drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, peace finally stealing over them for the first time since Dalla's appearance a month ago.