Title: Gold Rush
Pairing: CaptainAmerica-WinterSoldier-FemaleOC (poly)
This started out as a one part chapter and then somehow it became three or maybe even four, who knows.
First language isn't English, so please point out spelling or grammer mistakes.
Enjoy and please review.
Chapter 11 part 1
"Really Taylor? I'm taking you out to diner, you could of least have changed into something more appropriate," mister Stark rolled his eyes at me when I opened the door of his car to join him Wednesday evening. He looked stunning in his dark blue suite and his typical sunglasses on his nose. He and Happy were picking me up from my apartment to head out to dinner. I got us a reservation at a new fusion themed restaurant. Mister Stark doesn't like them, but miss Pots does so I figured this was a good way to check it out before planning another date night for them there. Earlier today, my boss informed me that Happy would be joining us as well. I arrived home much later than I anticipated, so I didn't have time to shower or even change into a dress that would be more fitting for a restaurant.
My days have been jampacked, leaving no time to do laundry, shopping or thinking about the men who broke into my apartment. Even texting or calling the Captain and Sergeant. Just a few texted from the Captain, but since Sunday I hadn't heard a word from the Sergeant, but considering the man's profession, I don't think it was anything personal. My friends stayed over Saturday night and Tess surprised me with Broadway tickets on Sunday morning. Hillary was supposed to go with her, but a family emergency prevented her from coming home that day. The upbeat music and quirky dialogue of the show stayed in my head for days like an earworm and I was pleased with the distraction it provided. I ended up working most of Sunday night, doing research for the wedding and going through miss Pots files on party ideas, since my friends had left me no time in between. I met with Camille on Monday to discuss the New Year party we have to plan and for once I did not mind her taking charge of this task.
"As I am still working, I think my attire is highly appropriate," I said and asked Happy to step on the gas because I was starving. I hadn't eaten since two o'clock, when I had a crappy sandwich. I really need to find some time to do some shopping this week. I'm practically living of take-out this week. I hope they'll serve us quickly. Usually that isn't a problem when I have diner with one of my bosses. I was pleased Happy would be joining us because I would have someone to talk to about the wedding. Mister Stark made it very clear that I was not allowed to say anything to the Captain, what bugged me greatly. I don't like the idea of needing to hide something from the man, even if it has nothing to do with him.
"If he's lucky, he'll receive an invite to the event," mister Stark told me Monday morning. He surprised me by picking me up himself and drove me to work. He asked about Friday and if I was alright. He insisted on calling him if anything happened again or someone gave me the creeps. I assured him I had more than enough protection and that I was a smart girl. He pretended to believe me.
"Won't I get a plush one?" I asked while gripping the handle of the door, remembering why I don't like to let him drive. He drives to fast and takes his turns way to short, making my stomach turn. Whenever we ran a red light, he'd turn into the first street we passed and nearly gave me a heart attack from all the people he almost ran over: "Who else would I take to your wedding? One of my friends?"
"Fine, you can bring the Capsicle but I don't want to see Robboman anywhere on that day," my boss told me sternly and I thought it was funny that he started using Morgan's nickname for the man.
While Happy drove us downtown, my boss complained about his day at work. I pretend to listen, while fixing my hair and doing my best to apply a little bit of makeup in the moving vehicle, which was not an easy task. After Thanos and the birth of Morgan, mister Stark stepped down from being Iron man, but he couldn't help himself and still joined the fight whenever it was needed. Officially, Steve is the leader of the Avengers, but my boss can't help himself and stay involved. Miss Pots wasn't happy about that in the beginning. He'd come home late and break promises, but she learned that he can't let go of the red suite. I think it's a way to give back to the world, where he used to make weapons of mass destruction. Miss Pots tries to get him more involved in the company and they work well together, but that meant he has less time to tinker away in his lab. And when it comes down to it, Tony Stark is an inventor and builder and that's how he prefers to spend his days.
"Sometimes I really miss the day's where I waisted my day's away in my lab and Pepper would walk in on me doing something weird," he complained and I snicker, remembering the many ways I've found my boss with his suites or yelling at Dummy for doing something the poor robot did wrong.
"I'll try and clear your schedule next week to plan in some extra tinkering," I said and pulled out a handful of letters from Morgan's school. The school emails all report cards and letters to miss Pots, but I sort through them and present the one's that really matter to them. They don't need to read letters about bake sails or school updates that doesn't really interest them.
"Your favorite school activity is coming up, I'm afraid. Morgan's class is having a bake sale next week to raise money for an upcoming school trip in three weeks," I informed my boss and could hear my boss roll his eyes behind his tinted glasses, asking if he couldn't just write a check: "No, I'm afraid not. Besides, Morgan wants to bake some pies herself. Maybe miss Pots can do that with her and you can charm the parents at the sale to buy your overpriced pies. It'll be some nice quality time together for the two of you."
Mister Stark accepted my suggestion and scanned threw the letters I handed to him. When he reached the letter about the school trip to the zoo, I took that as my que to continue: "They are also looking for volunteers for the school trip, but you and miss Pots are both unavailable, so I was thinking I could go with her."
My boss tensed up so quickly and even Happy made an unexpected move, signaling he herd what I said. Before either man could protest, I tried to argue for the girl's sake: "I'll take Friday with me and she'll wear her Iron Man bracelet. It'll be more normal for her to have someone like me with her instead of your head of security. And let's face it, Happy can't be chill around kids when he's on the job."
"I heard that," the man called from the front of the car, but I ignored him: "She needs someone to be normal with and most kids from her class know me from her soccer practice. And afterwards Happy can pick us up."
"I don't like this," mister Stark admitted and reread the letter, probably thinking about a way to get Morgan to stay home that day. He had enough pull in the school to make that happen without much of a fight, but Morgan would be disappointed: "I know shit's crazy at the moment, but she's a little girl and she needs a normal life. Being chaperoned by security men won't help her make any friends and she's your kid, so we both know she needs all the help she can get in that department." Pointing out similarities between him and his daughter was always a good way to try and win him over. People always point out how much she looks like her mother, except for her hair, so you score some major points with the man when pointing out how much she's like him, even if it's about his lesser qualities.
Happy suddenly rolled up the privacy screen for no reason. I looked confused at him and then at my boss, who was nervously twitching in his seat and actively avoided looking me in the eye. Since when does he get nervous around me? I elbowed him to explain himself and I noticed he took a deep breath before opening his mouth, never a good sign because it means he's being sincere and serious: "Look kid, after what happened Friday, I don't want to put you in harms way. I know you mean well but Morgan going out on a school trip sounds like the perfect timing to plan an attack."
"Morgan going to soccer practice tomorrow would also be a perfect moment to snatch her and yet you allow her to go. The trip is to the zoo, in the city so she won't even be going far. Do you really want to tell her she can't go?" I continued pushing the matter and hoped I would win this battle for the kid. She misses out on so much already because of her parents. I know I have no place in telling them what to decide for Morgan, but as the unofficial advocate for the kid, I will always try. They can't hide her away and danger will always be a part of the kids' life. Even if mister Stark never became Iron Man, he already had a target on his back because of Stark Industries. Hell, look at what happened to him all those years ago: "You can't lock her away or protect her from everything. She's a kid and needs to be able to be a kid."
"That doesn't mean you should be put in harms way, kid," mister Stark admitted and looked at me with such sincere eyes, it made me shiver a little. Since when does he care? He has asks me to do a tone of dangerous things before: "Since when do you care…"
"I always care, kid. Don't dare think otherwise. I always make sure you are safe when working for my family. But Friday…"
"But Friday nothing. Are you even sure it had anything to do with Morgan and you guys? Maybe it was just a street gang trying to rob a place or something?" I tried to point out, but if that had been the case, then they wouldn't have robbed the top floor of the building or chased me. I was pleased mister Stark didn't point that out, but it was on the tip of his tongue: "I'm just saying…."
"You asked me once to flirt with a man, who we both suspected to be a perv to catch him in the act. Need I remember you how I got groped? But he was a perv and needed to be taken out so I gladly volunteered to deal with the problem," I remembered him and couldn't help but cross my arms in front of my chest as a sort of barrier to protect myself. It happened at a fundraiser and the man was a well-known socialite, so no would believe the cleaning lady he assaulted earlier. No, they would much rather zoom in on her immigration status. I did some of my best drunk acting to lure the man out. He quickly took the bait and Happy and Scott intervened before he could do anything more then groping my breasts.
"And I watched your back the whole time, ready to intervene when things got out of hand…" my boss tried to argue with me, but I cut him of: "And I volunteered to do it, so no hard feelings about that. But why are you all of a sudden acting weird? Nothing happened and I got saved by Captain America. How stupid can anyone be to attack me again after being saved by Captain America?"
"Kid, just drop it…"
"Tell me what's going on," I kept pressuring him, not happy that he was keeping something from me, something that clearly had something to do with me. I made him look at me and starred him down till he caved. He chuckled and told me he hated it when I went full cop on him: "I'm supposed to be the adult of the two of us."
"I think you and I both know, that you are not. Now tell me what is going on."
"Steve called me afterwards and he made some arguments about how stupid it was to get you involved…" my boss explained and I remembered Steve taking so long in his room while getting me some clothes. He came back with only a pair of socks and a sweater and the bathroom is downstairs, so what took him so long?
"…he made some compelling arguments to keep you out of harm's way…" my boss continued but I decided to interrupt him because men talking behind a woman's back about what she can and cannot do, made me so angry: "I'll be the judge of that. I'm a big girl, if I don't want to do what you ask of me, I'll tell it to your face. I do not appreciate it when you talk about such matters behind my back. I've taken care of myself practically my whole life, I don't need a bunch of men deciding what's good for me."
I was not happy about the Captain involving himself with my work and not to mention getting between me and my boss. Dating a friend of my boss will be tricky enough, but I cannot have him putting himself between us. I work for mister Stark and I am very happy with my job, so he needs to understand and respect that. I don't go calling to his bosses, asking to put him on less dangerous missions.
"What if they got to you kid?" mister Stark stayed calm and did his best to calm me down. I felt both flattered for his worry but also insulted he had no hope for me being able to protect myself. Not that I could have done much against those men, but it would be nice if he would pretend to believe I could have saved myself. I didn't know what to say to that, so he continued: "I know you're though kid, but this is above your paycheck and I don't want to be the reason you end up getting hurt."
"I'm going on that school trip with Morgan and I better not find some new security guard trailing us," I said sternly and my boss noticed I wasn't going to back down or let this go, so he caved and nodded. Morgan will wear her Iron man bracelet and it will protect her in case of an emergency and remove her from danger. I'm sure Friday is even programmed to bring the girl to her father immediately in case she was attacked.
"She'll be fine with me and have a nice time. And it's in three weeks, you will have taken care of the security issue by then" I finished the topic of conversation and was pleased to see we arrived at the restaurant. I called ahead and told them Tony Stark was coming to dinner so we received the VIP treatment. A valet opened the door for me and mister Stark and parked the car for Happy, who wasn't thrilled about some punk driving his car. I learned a long time ago to simply let people know if my bosses were coming to dinner. The host and waiters are better prepared to serve my boss and manage to keep their fawning to a minimal. We were escorted to a private booth in the back, away from most guests. A waiter was quick to offer us menu's and tell us about the specials. Mister Stark ordered us drinks, while I pulled out my papers and Happy did his best to break the tension between us by complaining about his ex-girlfriend May. By the time they brought our dinner to the table, we were well into discussing project Prima Nocta, what my boss found hilarious. Happy answered most of my questions, what annoyed my boss and flabbergasted me. He seemed to know miss Pots really well. Since the event would take place around Christmas and New Year, I was adamant on having the event on Christmas evening since Miss Pots would love the romantic notion behind it. I bombarded the men with questions, that seemed to give my boss a headache and point out he realized why they had been putting this off for so long.
"Do you want a white snowy theme or the traditional red and gold one?"
"Do you want an official to wed you or rather a friend or family member?"
"How many guests should I invite? And what kind of invitations do you want?"
"Will we give the guests giftbags and do I need to provide them with sleeping arrangements?"
"Do you want a decorated Christmas tree? Or maybe even multiple one's?"
"Oh yes, she would love a big Christmas tree. But just one and make it a really big one, with presents underneath it for the family. Maybe a few for the guests," Happy suggested and mister Stark asked if he meant our Christmas bonusses, making us both grin at him.
"Do you want a band or DJ?"
"I feel like if we want a band, then we have to get someone like Adele or Taylor Swift, but that might be a bit…" Happy thought out loud and mister Stark was quick to finish his sentence, not liking the idea of a famous singer at his wedding. I was a little surprised by that. I figured he would try and get his own favorite band to perform, but that might clash with the winter Christmas theme we will be going ahead with.
"Do you want to merry before the church?" I asked and mister Stark actually didn't know. Miss Pots isn't a religious person, but she is rather traditional and old school sometimes. Then again Morgan isn't baptized either.
"No, we defiantly don't want that," Happy answered feeling very sure of himself.
"Are we sure about that?" I asked with a raised eyebrow, but Happy nodded very confident. Mister Stark just looked at him in disbelief before slapping his arm and whispering: "Stop knowing my girlfriend better than I do."
"She would also want something special for a bouquet. I remember her telling me once about her mother's bouquet and that she loved that her best friend made it for her. Maybe you can use the same color pallet for hers and maybe Morgan can help with making it," Happy suggested and I wrote down the very good tip. Mister Stark starred at us in disbelief as we clearly knew miss Pots preferences better than he did: "Look at the two of you, practically being me and Pepper."
"I would look so good in his suites," I joked to Happy, who wasn't sure he'd fit into miss Pots dresses, making me laugh. My day's have been long and exhausting, so even though I'm still working, it's nice to know I can relax around my boss.
"You know, speaking of Morgan…" Happy said when our empty plates were removed and mister Stark asked for a coffee and poured the last of the wine bottle he ordered earlier into my glass.
"Wouldn't it be nice to get the kid involved in all of this. You guy's are older and she has been nagging me about you two ever getting married, wouldn't it be sweet if she was the one to marry you?"
"I think you need to be of a certain age to be ordained," mister Stark pointed out, but I loved Happy's suggestion: "What if Happy helps her write something nice and do the ceremony? It'll be like she's doing it, but officially it's Happy. Oh, and she can make the invitations. No one will know what they are about if she sends them out and invites them to a party. They'll think it's for her or something, so less change of this leaking out."
"And Pepper would love the idea of Morgan doing all those things," Happy thought out loud and I pointed out that mister Stark would too because he's such a softy when it comes to his daughter. The man himself didn't dignify that with a response.
"So, it's settled: Happy will get Morgan involved and take care of the ceremony, invitations and the rings, while I take care of the rest. I can't wait to go dress shopping," I practically squealed as Happy excused himself to go to the bathroom. Mister Stark leaned in closer: "I might have an idea about the dress."
During dessert I received a text from Steve, asking if he could take me out for a late dinner. I excused myself when I was done and went to the bathroom to text the man. I was not happy at all about him going behind my back and talking to my boss, but that's a conversation that needs to happen face to face, I think.
Alex: 'I'm afraid a very rich man is already taking me out to dinner.'
Steve: 'Are you out with Stark?'
Alex: 'Yes, he took me and Happy out to discuss some business things.'
Steve: 'Must be a fancy diner then.'
Alex: 'Not really, trying out a new restaurant. But he does treat me to the expansive wines.'
Steve: 'Well watch out, the man does have a reputation.'
I couldn't make out if he was joking or being serious. I stared at the man's answer and tried to find a reply. I decided telling him I knew how to handle my boss, laying emphasis on the word boss. He read my message and started typing something, but then deleted it. I was surprised to see him calling me. I hesitated to pick up, feeling nervous all of a sudden.
"Are you angry with me?" he asked me as a way of greeting me and I cursed myself for picking up. I don't want to have this conversation over the phone, but I also don't want to let it slide. I was surprised though he managed to pick up on my mood so easily.
"I wouldn't call it angry, more annoyed, but I don't like talking about such matters over the phone," I admitted and some woman asked me if I was waiting to use the toilets. I shook my head and held out my hand for her to go in.
"Do you have an idea when you will home? I can swing by," he offered and I felt conflicted. I do want to talk about this and get it over with, but I was so not ready to let him into my apartment. I know I was being stupid about it, but that space is my own and I'm not ready to share that with him, them. Soulmates or not, I would need more time before opening up about that.
"No need, I'll tell Happy to drop me of at your place when we're done," I answered and I was pleased he didn't ask what I was annoyed with. I didn't want to end the conversation on a sour note, so I asked if the Sergeant was home. As I expected he is currently out of the country with Sam, following some leads in Europe that might have something to do with Morgan and what happened Friday night. I was very curious to hear more, but some girls walked into the bathroom and looked like they would be hogging up the mirror for a while. I told Steve I would text him when I left the restaurant and ended the call.
While the two men talked about nonsense and stories of their youth, I wrote down everything I got answers to tonight. Mister Starks tip about the dress was surprisingly thoughtful and romantic. I would nee to call miss Pots mother, but I've met the woman before at family gatherings, so that won't be a problem. I wasn't all that worried about finding the perfect dress for my boss, it was the location I was stressing over. It needed to be something intimate because mister Stark didn't want to invite to many people. But I didn't want to book something that had no meaning for them. I thought about using their house upstate, but I think they would rather drive up there alone after the night and spent their holidays there till New Year. I should find a decorating team that can transform their house into a lovely Christmas setting, where they can open their presents on Christmas morning. That reminds me, I need to take care of their Christmas shopping for them.
After dinner, I asked Happy to drop me of in Brooklyn, receiving skeptical looks form both men, but they kept their comments to themselves. I asked my boss to promise me he would tell me if the Captain overstepped and placed himself between us: "I understand that this might get a bit weird at times with me working for you and you two not getting along, but I don't want that to get between us. I love my job and I don't want to jeopardize that, so please tell me if he calls or texts you about such matters."
He promised and asked me to not take sides between us. Whatever happened between them, I was sure I was pleased not knowing what it was. I like my boss a lot. One's you get to know him, then you realize he's a really cool guy, with a big heart and I don't want what happened to cloud my judgement of the man. Or the Captain for that matter. I also asked him about the loft and he sent me his trusty smirk and reminded me that secrecy was one of my number one tasks.
"Sometimes they amaze me with their naïve and small-minded minds. Like I, a multi billionaire genius, would look into such matters myself. Who would have thought you'd be spending your evenings here now?" he teased me and I smirked at him, remembering the first apartments I showed my boss: "I'm so grateful you didn't go with the first apartments I showed you."
"No, somehow, I don't see the good old Captain settling down in something that looks like an old folk's home. Sometimes he does have taste," my boss sighed and pulled out his phone, checking for any messages of miss Pots.
"Of course, he has taste, he's da…" I said but both Happy and my boss interrupted me, begging me not to finish that sentence, what made me laugh.
"Urgh, the thought of the two of you together is going to make me puke," mister Stark said very dramatically and Happy said something along the lines of seeing me so happy was going to make him puke. I whished the gentlemen a goodnight and turned to the Captain's brownstone. Before I went up the steps, mister Stark lowered his window and reminded me to be at work on time with a very knowing look in his eyes.
"Yes father," I replied and rolled my eyes and turned back to the brownstone. I felt nervous as I walked up the steps. He hadn't texted me after I hung up and I was a little bit surprised for that. I told him I was annoyed with something but gave no clue as to what. I would be bombarding him with questions if he did the same thing to me. I texted him when we left the restaurant, so he is expecting me. No name hung next to the buzzer of the loft. I took a deep breath to calm myself down before pushing the buzzer. His voice came through the intercom quickly and I told him it was me. The door opened and I made my way to the back. A couple was sitting beneath the tree, smoking. It was too dark to make out their age. They eyed me curiously as I passed them and offered them a polite smile, that they returned. I could feel their eyes on my back as I made it up the metal staircase. When I reached the front door of the loft, I noticed the door was already open so I knocked and walked in: "Steve?"
"Yeah, come on in," the man called from the kitchen and even though I was annoyed with him, my heart calmed down and I felt a little bit more at ease hearing his voice. I closed the door behind me and took of my heels and left them next to his and the Sergeants boots. My feet were killing me and the cool wooden floor felt good against my skin. I heard something pop and found the Captain in the kitchen, opening a wine bottle. A glass of whisky was standing on the dinning table, half empty, surrounded by documents and pictures.
"Isn't it dangerous leaving your door open" I asked and dropped my working bag on the kitchen counter. I hadn't realized it but my shoulder was killing me from dragging my bag around all day. I had been on the move most of the day for miss Pots, sending out thank you cards to the guest of the Gala and bringing gifts to certain guests. Running around the city all day is not my idea of a fun work day.
"I try to avoid my neighbors as much as possible," he told me and poured a glass of wine, which I suspected was for me. He was walking around barefoot, wearing jeans and a white shirt that I knew was going to get me into trouble later. I mean the way his muscles…
"You mean they haven't even seen you?" I asked, shaking my previous dirty thoughts out of my head and was astonished about the fact his neighbors have never seen his face. How is that possible? He's lived here for at least five years. Steve seemed to read my mind and admitted he was grateful for the invention of sunglasses and caps: "I rather have my neighbors think I'm eccentric, then them finding out who I really am."
"I think you qualify either way as eccentric, but okay," I pointed out and watched as he put the wine bottle back in the refrigerator. I eyed the wine glass and he smiled comforting at me: "You sounded like you've had a long day and I figured it would be smarter to give you a glass if you are going to yell at me."
He flashed me an apologetic smile and it felt my annoyance ebb away. I wondered if it was still necessary to bring it up, but his smile didn't reach his eyes and I knew it wouldn't be smart to dance around the subject. Honesty is maybe not always the best policy, but if I'm not honest about these matters, they will only bubble up and blow up later down the road. And my boss did warn me the Captain has a control-ish and paranoid side: "I'm not going to yell at you, scold you at best."
"Tell me what I did wrong," he said and handed me the glass. I had quite some wine at diner, so I only accepted it because he had already poured it for me. Mister Stark insisted on getting the most expensive wine on their list. It was delicious though. I took a sip from my glass before telling him with a knowing look that he knew what I was annoyed with. I felt relieved when he quickly figured out what I was talking about. He didn't act dumb or try to minimalize his actions. He simply apologized for them.
"You need to understand that he is my boss and I can't have you getting between us. I work for him and do as he asks, within reason. Just because something happened, doesn't mean you can call him and tell him what kind of work I can or cannot do. Men deciding what a woman can or cannot do these days is unacceptable," I voiced my feelings and he listened without interrupting me: "I understand."
"Do you?"
"With my job and life experience, I might worry more than others do," he confessed, feeling embarrassed about that. I didn't want him to feel that way, so I cupped his face with one hand and made him look me in the eye: "And it's appreciated, but I can't have you getting between me and my boss. Even if the two of you don't get along. I can look after myself."
He didn't ask what Friday was about then, but I could see the words were on the tip of his tongue. He took my hand in his and kissed it gently: "I understand, but you have to understand that I deal with real life treats on a weekly basis. If you or Bucky get targeted or attacked, I'm going to worry and want you out of harm's way."
"I get that, but there are a million dangers outside that could also hurt us, so you have to keep perspective of it all. I could just as easily, if not even more, get hit by a car by accident or fall down an open shaft and break my neck," I pointed out and I could tell he did not appreciate me pointing out those things. He broke eye contact with me and something felt tingly in the pit of my stomach. Subconsciously I scratched my soul mark. Does he really worry that much?
"Those things are so dangerous. It's one of my worst fears of the city," he chuckled trying to lighten the mood and the feeling went away in the pit of my stomach.
"I'm being serious," I said but his answer made me chuckle none the less. I think every New Yorker fears falling down an open shaft on the sidewalk. He smiled as well and cupped my face, gently kissing my forehead: "Are we okay?"
"If you don't act like a bonehead, we will be," I said and he kissed my lips, promising not to be one: "But I mean it when I said I worry easily. I don't expect you to respond to my texts or calls immediately, but if you go out or away with your friends, I do like hearing you got home safely."
"I'll try and remember that, but I haven't had to do that for years so that's not going to come automatically for me," I admitted and realized the day's of not having to answer to anyone were over. It felt strange. Even though this relationship is super new and we'll see what happens along the road, I felt it was something serious.
Steve kissed me again and told me he appreciated my honesty and I felt relieved I brought up the subject. I put my glass on the kitchen counter and laid my arms around his neck and he pulled me closer. He grabbed my hips and lifted me up, making me gasp in response. He deepened the kiss and I felt the kitchen counter beneath my ass. My pencil skirt was roughly pushed up and I pulled the man between my legs against me. The kiss intensified and picked up speed and it didn't take long before I felt something hard push against my thighs. I broke the kiss and his lips were quick to assault my neck with kisses and bites, while his fingers fumbled with the buttons of my shirt.
"Steve…" I moaned and needed to concentrate every fiver of my being to find my tongue: "Didn't you say…something…about a lead?"
"It can wait," Steve growled against my ear and I trembled as he picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. We continued kissing as he made his way up the stairs and by the time we reached his bed, his shirt was of and he was cursing my buttoned shirt that I told him sternly not to rip because it was an expensive one. His hands did wonderous things to my body as they slide over my skin and it didn't take me long to be panting, wet and practically begging him to enter me, to which he eagerly obliged. His hands held mine over my head, while his lips assaulted mine and our hips moved together. The pace started out slow and he seemed to love pushing me so that I would ask for more. Every thrust grew stronger and he quickly came undone after me, falling on top of me with sweat dripping down his back. I slide my arms around his neck as he nuzzled my neck and we bathed in the afterglow of our strenuous activity. I really liked hearing him catch his breath because of me.
"I'm going to need a shower when my legs can walk again," I sighed after a while and Steve chuckled in my neck. His lips started leaving butterfly kisses up my neck until he reached my lips: "I don't know, I'm quite comfortable right here."
"I've had a long day," I sighed and kissed him slowly. He didn't deepen the kiss and laid back down, his head resting against mine. I slide one hand into his hair and gently massaged his head.
"You look tired," he pointed out and I told him about my workday. He listened and asked questions. He had a few days of now. Apparently, him working for Shield meant he has a very chaotic schedule.
"Do you have an idea when Bucky will be back?" I asked and Steve grabbed his pants from the floor and pulled out his phone. He laid on his back and I snuggled into his side, the blanket covering half our sweat-stained naked bodies. I let my fingers mindlessly slide over Steve's chest, taking in every marvelous muscle the man had. How did I manage to score this Adonis of a man?
"He say's they'll be leaving soon, probably home in the early morning," Steve told me I looked forward to seeing the other man. I missed his flirtatious looks and teasing words.
"Tell him to hurry up or he'll miss me," I said and left small kisses over Steve's torso. He let go of my body to type his reply to the other man, while I crawled on top of him, my hips rocking against him in a teasingly manor.
"Didn't you say something about needing a shower, ma'am?" Steve asked me but didn't stop me. His hands slide to my hips as I sat up and asked him if he wanted to take that shower now, all the while my hips kept rolling against him. He chuckles and tightens his grip on my hips and pushes up against me, his erect member already hardening as my hands tease him. He lays back as I pleasure him for a while, but gets frustrated when I won't let him finish. He growls at me and I laugh as he flips us over, his hands rough on my hips and he turns the tables on me, turning me into a panting mess, begging him to make me come. He smirked at me as I used his title and I could tell he fucking loved it. He pulled me up against him, my legs straddling his waist as he entered me again. He didn't waist any time and he pulled me down with him when we came undone. Eventually, it took us awhile before we reached the shower. I would need to swing by my place tomorrow morning before heading to work, because there is no way I can stand before my boss wearing the same outfit as I did today, after he dropped me of here. He'll never let me forget it. I fell asleep in Steve's arms, feeling very tired, yet relaxed and satisfied and sore as hell between my legs.
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I was woken the next day by a pair of lips kissing my naked shoulder. The kisses were accompanied by the occasional scratch of what I later found out to be the Sergeants five o'clock shadow. I slowly woke from my peaceful slumber, noticing immediately my lower regions were sore, but I didn't mind it one bit. A smile came on my face as I remembered last night's activities.
"Good morning, ma'am," Bucky's voice whispered against my skin and I turned to meet his twinkling eyes. He leaned closer and kissed me softly and I couldn't help but let a small moan escape my lips. Oh, how I've missed those lips. When he pulled back, he was grinning at me and I suddenly realized there was only a blanket laying between him and my naked body.
"Why is Steve's shirt laying on the floor downstairs?" the Sergeant whispered and I laid one hand against his cheek, his stubble rough against my skin. It was far too early to meet his teasing words with equal teasing: "I think you know why, Sergeant."
"Come downstairs with me," Bucky asked me, but it sounded more like an order, one I was more than willing to fallow. The man disappeared in the room behind the bed, what I suspected is a walk-in closet. I turned to the sleeping man next to me and smiled as he was still fast asleep, unaware of Bucky's return. I sat up and kept the covers in front of my naked front, but I flashed the Sergeant my naked back with a cheeky grin as he walked back to me and froze misstep. My grin grew as his cheeks darkened a little bit when his eyes slide down my back and he noticed just how naked I was. He threw a white button shirt to me and told me to put it on and come downstairs. I leaned down to the other man and kissed his lips gently, making him stir. His arms automatically crept around my waist, while I whispered against his lips that Bucky was home.
"I'm heading downstairs, maybe you should join us," I asked and let my lips slide against his jawbone. He sounded very incoherent, but I could make out something sounding like 'in-a-few-minutes'. I chuckled and kissed him again before getting up and finding my discarded underwear. I wasn't really one for sleeping in the nude, but I can make an exception. I pulled on Steve's shirt in front of a mirror and noticed two small bruises on my hips. I needed a second to figure out how I ended up getting those, but then I remembered Steve's rough hands. I went stark red as I remembered sitting on top of him. He wasn't kidding about forgetting his strength. I figured it would be best to make sure he didn't see these bruises. The shirt was so big on my frame, I had to roll up the sleeves and I wondered if I put a belt on it, if I could pull this off as an evening look. I took my sweet time walking down the stairs, Bucky's eyes following my every move while he was making coffee. I felt empowered by his lurking eyes and the way they slide up my naked legs and down my chest, where he noticed I left a significant number of buttons open. Not enough to see anything important, but more than enough to tease the man. I waited for him to say something, but he only managed to call me a tease, what made me grin.
"Did you just get back?" I asked and he held out a mug for me and I nodded. I noticed a duffle bag lying next to the kitchen counter. The Sergeant looked tired and in need of a shower and some fresh clothes.
"I wasn't sure when you would head out for work, so I figured I'd wake you up first," he said and handed me my coffee. I walked to the other side of the kitchen island, where my bag was located, making sure my hips popped just enough for him to notice it. I pulled out my phone and saw it was six-twenty. If I want to arrive at work on time, I would need to head out around seven, so I was pleased he'd woken me up. I drank from my coffee and ignored the text messages I received from Happy with childish gifs in them about what I had been up to.
"Did Steve ask you about those leads?" Bucky asked me and I jumped on the kitchen counter to sit down, my legs crossed over one and other and a very knowing smile on my face. I didn't even mind that my cheeks were darkening, because he was so utterly focused on what I was doing as I told him that the Captain and I got a little sidetracked last night.
"Are you telling me Steve Rogers let security and safety wait because he wanted to get laid?" Bucky asked me as he slowly walked over to me. He seemed genially surprised about this and it made me chuckle: "When it boils down to it, you men are all the same."
I sipped from my coffee again and then placed it down next to me on the counter. I placed my legs next to each other and leaned forward on my hands, practically begging the man to touch me. He didn't grant me the satisfaction though as he stood in front of me and took in my appearance: "You look far too good in Steve's shirt and smelling like him."
"Imagine how good I'd look after you had your wicked ways with me," I teased the man and he placed his hands on my knees and pushed them open. I gasped as he stepped forward and wrapped my legs around his waist, a predatory look in his eyes. He didn't kiss me, but he purposely let his breath touch my skin as his hands slide up my neck and to the back of my head. Oh, he was turning the tables on me, but I didn't mind it at all.
"If you keep this up, ma'am, I'm going to have to do something about your scandalous behavior," he whispered and one hand grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled it back slightly, exposing my neck to him. I moaned as his lips teasingly slide down my skin and kissed my collarbone before making its way back up. His touches and words felt intoxicating as he whispered again: "Or maybe that is what you want?"
"Oh…Bucky," was all I managed to say as his hands slide up my thighs and squeezed them gently when he reached the top.
"But I'm afraid you'll have to wait ma'am," he continued his teasing words and his hands slide down my legs and up my thighs again, this time coming closer to intimate areas, but not yet touching. I somehow managed to ask him why we'd have to wait, already feeling my lower regions respond enthusiastically to his stimulating touches.
"Because I like taking my time when I get you on your back," he finished his teasing and pulled back with a very satisfied smirk hanging on his face. My intoxicated brain needed a few seconds to focus again and all I could respond with was calling him a tease.
"Takes one to know one, ma'am," he said and kissed me quickly, before making his way to the couch, feeling far to satisfied with himself. I felt a little ashamed he was able to play me, but damn he turned me on. I can't go to work like this. I followed the man and he didn't stop me as I straddled his waist in the couch and kissed him deeply. He pulled me roughly against his chest and looked deep into my eyes. His hands slowly slid down my back to my butt and squeezes. He grins at me as my lips parted.
"Already back for more?" he teased me as his hands crawled beneath my shirt and went up my back, his nails digging very gently into my skin as he came back down, making me arch my back into his chest. I purred his name and he pulled my lips against his again. One of his hands grabbed my hair and I felt even more aroused as he pulled at I again and he attacked my neck with rough kisses, that I hoped wouldn't leave any bruises. The shirt I was wearing, started sliding down one of my shoulder and Bucky was quick to lay me down and let his tongue do wonderous things to me and I moaned in pleasure.
A noise coming from Steve's bedroom, made us both stop and catch our breath. We were panting, his breath tickling my exposed chest. Bucky cursed Steve's name, but I wasn't sure he was disappointed or pleased for the interruption. He looked back down at me and I felt my cheeks heat up as his eyes took in my exposed breast. He seemed conflicted about continuing. I took a few deep breaths and figured we had all the time in the world, now is not the time to rush anything. So, we pulled ourselves back together and sat up. I stayed in Bucky's lap and cupped his cheeks to kiss him softly: "Maybe you should pick me up after work tomorrow and take me out?"
His lips turn up in a sly grin as he asked me what we could possible do together. He pulled Steve's shirt back into place and kissed the spot beneath my collarbone, making me tremble as his breath tickled my skin. With a smirk I told him: "You can take me out to dinner and if you play your cards right, you might get me on my back, Sergeant."
"Hmm, that sounds like a very enticing plan," he grinned at me and I sat back in his lap while Steve made his way down the stairs, wearing dark blue sweatpants and pulling a shirt over his head. Bucky noticed my disappointed eyes as I saw his muscles get covered and whispered in my ear that he saw it.
"Like you don't prefer seeing him without a shirt," I got back at him and we both looked at the man's back, who was pouring himself a coffee. Every move he made, made his shirt cling to his body and showcase the muscles hidden beneath it. When he turned around to join us, he stopped looking like a deer caught in flashlights: "What?"
Bucky turned back and kept quiet, but I voiced his thoughts for him: "Should have left the shirt upstairs, Captain."
The man didn't know how to response to that and simply shook his head, trying to hide his red cheeks, while Bucky whispered in my ear his approval, making me chuckle.
"Why are you two so exhausting in the morning?" Steve sighed and joined us in the couch. He brought my bug from the kitchen counter and handed it to me before sitting down and noticing my attire. He blinked a few times, before refraining from asking whose shirt I was wearing, his cheeks giving away his embarrassment.
"Why are you two up so early?" Steve asked and I said I needed to leave in twenty minutes if I wanted to get to work on time. Bucky asked if I actually wanted to arrive on time and I pointed out that I did not want to give my boss any ammunition to throw in my face, since he dropped me of her last night.
"Fine, I'll bring you," Bucky offered and yawned. Steve was quick to say he would drive me and that Bucky should get some sleep. The man wanted to protest, but I reminded him he could pick me up after work tomorrow and take me out, earning a jealous look from the Captain, but I silenced him quickly: "You had me multiple times last night, so don't even think about whining."
Steve turned crimson red as I called him out. Bucky laughed at the man's reaction, who tried to stand up, but Bucky pulled him back before he could get away, making Steve almost spill hot coffee over himself. I switched my position and sat sideways on Bucky's lap, pulling Steve against my chest. As amazing as it is to have them separately, I liked having them together more. I enjoy seeing them interact with one another. I liked seeing Steve tense up as Bucky's fingers ran threw his hair. Bucky seemed more comfortable being intimate with Steve and eager for that matter. I guess we'll need to give the man some time to get used to it. He didn't respond in a negative way when I asked him what he wants to call Bucky in the future.
"I can't believe you chose getting in her pants over asking about those leads," Bucky snickered and I slid my arms around Steve's neck, nuzzling my nose into his hair.
"He said it could wait," I added and we both looked down, amused at the man, who decided to stay very quiet, his cheeks darkening again.
"I'm going to need to keep an eye on the punk, such scandalous behavior," Bucky teased the man, who tensed up as he laid his arm around his shoulders and told him to slouch. After a few seconds, he did as he was told and he slouched down and leaned into Buck's side, while the other man's arm rested on his chest. I distracted them by talking about my friends and our days at high school and university, so they could get comfortable. I let my hand wander through Steve's hair and he surprised us both by sliding his hand into Bucky's after a while. We didn't say anything about it and I kept on talking about the first time I met Hillary at a Halloween party, dressed as a potato.
"Why was she dressed like that?" Bucky asked and I explained that we had all agreed to dress up as the characters of Friends, but we had to dress up as someone of the other gender. Hilary had just moved into Tessa dorm and didn't have any friends yet, so she told her to join us. Hillary dressed up as Ross, Brooklyn as Phoebe in her Super Girl costume, Michael went as chef Monica, Tess searched through thrift shops to find clothes for Chandler and I dressed up as Joey in his Ferrari look: "But I didn't have any official Ferrari clothes and I wasn't going to spent a fortune on that, so I printed the logo on a cap and shirt. It was actually our best group costume. Maybe next year we should go as the Big Bang Theory."
"Don't tell me you'd go as Penny?" Bucky asked and I shook my head: "No, the point is to swap genders. I would dress up as Sheldon or Howard."
"You're kidding, right?" Steve asked and I was glad to see he was easing into this intimate cuddle session. As much as I wanted to kiss both men and do other activities, I knew I couldn't rush this, so I leaned into Bucky's chest and looked at their interlaced hands, receiving kisses every now and then from Bucky on my cheeks and whispers of gratitude: "Hello no, either I get to be wildly inappropriate all night long or annoy the hell out of everyone. Sounds like fun to me."
By seven o'clock, Bucky took a shower and Steve drove me home and told me he would also bring me to work. Since it was so early, it was a smooth ride, but we didn't find any parking spots in my street, so I told him to wait in the car. I sprinted up my stairs as fast as I could, already figuring out what I was going to wear that day. I threw my old cloths in my bathroom, thinking I'd clean them up when I get home tonight and quickly washed myself before pulling on fresh clothes. I managed to be back downstairs in eight minutes, what I thought was kind of a record. As I walked down the stairs and Steve smiled up at me from beneath his cap and sunglasses, I noticed a man walking across the street. There was nothing suspicious about him and he was looking at his phone. When I reached the car and Steve kissed my cheek, I kept looking at the man and he seemed to feel my eyes on his body. He looked up and then turned his head. I recognized his handsome face with sharp features. He was dressed like any other New Yorker and seemed to be in a hurry, because he didn't stop even though he recognized me and tilted his head slightly as a greeting. It was the nameless man from the Stark Gala. Who is he?
