Chapter three

-You're staying for dinner - She said – I got apple pie for dessert.

-Did you bake it? - Steve asked, blushing a little. Her apple pie was almost like his mother.

-Yep- she said.

The conversation flowed smoothly. It seemed like the pair saw each other the day before and not two years ago. They talk about baseball, which book they were reading, how life was going in Italy/America, and work, although Amelia knew already about how work was going for Steve thanks to the news.

They both were dying to ask the other about their relationship but decided not to. Neither Amelia nor Steve wanted to create an awkward moment.

Steve's phone went off in the middle of a story about Mia's job.

- "girlfriend?" - She asked him, lifting one eyebrow. A playful smile formed on her lips. In reality, she was grateful for the opportunity to ask him without being obvious.

- "Worse, Sam," - Steve said, smiling and answer the phone while Mia gestured that it was OK to take the call. He listened carefully to what the person on the other side of the line was saying- "whatever makes you happy, pal"-

Rogers hung up the phone shaking his head; he let scaped a little chuckle and said – "Incorrigible."

- "Bailing on you for a girl?"- Mia guessed, laughing. She barely knew Wilson, but he struck her as a women's man. There was a time when Steve and Tony had to "saved him" from Thor. Jane Foster, Amelia's best friend, went with her to an Avenger Party and Sam tried to ask her out. Let's just say Thor wasn't very fond of the idea

- "As usual,"- Steve laughed

- "I like him for Jane, though," – Amelia commented, taking a sip of wine.

- "I know you do, Thor, on the other hand, might disagree," – Steve responded, grabbing his beer – "I'm too old to go around breaking up fights."

- "But you don't mind starting them" – Stark pointed out and almost immediately regrated it – "I'm sorry, that was uncalled for."

- "No, it wasn't," -Steve said, shaking his head – "I've been acting like a selfish jerk," – he continued saying and grabbed her hand – "I've always liked that you call me out when I'm wrong. I never felt like you were holding back because I'm Capitan America. You are the only girl that always saw me as just Steve Rogers."

They remained in silence for a moment; that last sentence, "as just Steve Rogers," was the thing that started Steve's love for her. She loved him for who he was, not for the uniform. The older man was sure Stark would have loved his pre-serum version as much as his present self.

- "I'm sure Sharon and Natasha called you out all the time," – Amelia finally said, smiling. Steve was still holding her hand– "Especially Nat."

- "Yeah, she's bossy" – Rogers said laughing – "mmm… Sharon…Honestly, she liked Captain America more than the old and boring Steve Rogers. It's been over for months…. It got too weird when she told me Peggy was her aunt."

- "Good," - Stark said, sipping her wine with a smile still holding hands with Steve – "I never liked her for you."

- "You don't like any of the girls I date," - Steve teased her, squeezing her hand a little

- "That's not true!"- Amelia defended herself- "The waiter you dated before me...Marian? She is so sweet, and I guess I don't mind Romanoff that much."

- "Marian, yes" - Steve agreed with the first part. Marian was a nice lady. They met in a cafe he used to go to right after coming out of the ice. She helped him learn a lot about the modern times- "You know I'm not dating Natasha, we had…something, it was great, but we never fell in love with each other at the same time."

Amelia nodded, unsure about what to say. Steve had just told her he did fell in-love with Natasha at some point. Who wouldn't? She was perfect. A wave of jealousy embraced her.

- "What about you? I've heard Tony using the word "idiot" even when I'm not around, which probably means you are dating someone," – Rogers said, bringing her back to reality

Amelia laughed. Her father would never like any of her boyfriends. Steve was the closest one to be "accepted."

- "I'm single,"- she said- "We have gone on a few dates, but we aren't official or exclusive."

- "Do I know him?" – Steve asked, feeling uneasy

- "mmm, I don't know, maybe his grandfather?" – Amelia said – "His name is James Bradley."

- "You bet I knew him; he was a physician at the SSR,"- Steve agreed, still feeling uneasy. Something buried in his memory told him she shouldn't trust that guy- "I don't like him for you."

- "I'll go make coffee," – Amelia said, laughing.

She made a pot of coffee and reached out for the coffee mugs.

- "Let me help you,"- Steve said, standing from his seat when he saw Mia on tippy toes trying to reach the second mug

- "Thank you,"- she said, blushing when she felt Steve's chest on her back. The smell of his cologne blurred her judgment.

- "Any time," - he said, feeling nervous too. It has been two years since they were this close. Steve wanted to kiss her so badly. She looked so delicate, trapped between his body and the kitchen counter.

- "I should leave before I kiss her,"- He thought, knowing that he wanted to hold her tight and kiss her more and more every second. The little blush on her cheeks made her look even more adorable than usual – "For the sake of God, why am I acting like a teenager?"

"Because you love her, you idiot," Rogers remembered Tony's words.

- "Should we...mmm… sit on the couch?" - Mia asked him, avoiding his eyes.

Captain noticed she was nervous too. "At least I'm not the only one," He thought.

- "Yeah, but you're 72 years older than her. Keep it together, Rogers" -The voice in his head scolded Steve

- "That Mark Ruffalo guy does look like Bruce,"- The man said, trying to lighten the mood. He took a bite of the pie – "Oh God, this is so good!"

- "I'm glad you like it" - she smiled – "We don't need to watch 13 going 30. I think I've tortured you enough with it."

- "I like the movie," - Steve said. It was true, after watching it so many times, he became fond of it. Amelia gave him a huge smile. Her smile was Roger' favorite part of the movie.

By the end of the movie, both were falling asleep. Instinctively Mia cuddled next to him, resting her head on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around her waist, resting his head on hers.

- "Steve,"- She mumbled, half-sleep.

- "Mmm,"- he said, also very sleepy.

- "I've missed you,"- she whispered before cuddling in his chest and falling asleep there. Steve wondered if she would remember this conversation next morning.

- "I've missed you too, Mia. I don't know how to say goodbye to you"- Rogers pressed his lips against her forehead- "It just hurts too much."

With those last words, Steve fell asleep too, feeling safe at home for the first time in months.

Around 11 pm a door was slammed in the upper floor, waking Steve up with a slight jump. He felt someone sleeping on his chest and looked down. Immediately he recognized that blonde hair spread on the woman's back.

He remembered where he was. Somehow, he and Amelia were now lying on the couch. Her head was resting on his chest, and her right leg was hugging his hip. His arms were around her holding her thigh. Rogers couldn't remember how they went from sitting next to each other to this, but he liked it.

- "Steve,"- the thin woman who was sleeping on his chest mumbled. Probably he woke her up when he was startled– "are you OK?"

- "yeah,"- he said, kissing her forehead – "I'm sorry I woke you up."

- "it's OK,"- she said, lifting her head to look him in the eyes – "nightmare?"- she asked

- "No, babe," - he said without thinking; he looked down to meet her eyes. Steve wanted to tell her that he rarely had nightmares when he sleeps with her but decided not to- "I just heard a noise."

- "super-soldier ears,"- she said, smiling. Neither of them realized how close their lips were. They could almost touch

- "They come handy sometimes," - Steve replied, noticing that his body was moving towards Mia's even more, and she wasn't pulling back.

He wouldn't be able to resist it any longer. Rogers needed to kiss her. His body needed her. What should he do? Kiss her? Leave in the middle of the night? Amelia didn't move an inch. Did she have the same doubts? Should she kiss Steve?

Rogers couldn't resist it any longer; the blood was fleeing his brain quickly.

- "How is she so perfect" – Steve questioned in his mind – "Why is she so close to me? Does she want this as much as I do?"

He gave up and decided to take his chances. Cupping Mia's face with his left hand and keeping the right one on her waist, he barely touched her lips with his, letting her decide what would happen next.

She closed her eyes at the contact of his lips and responded, giving him a couple of soft kisses. Steve now was sure she wanted it as much as he did. Cap drew the shape of her lips with his tongue until she separated them, letting him in. He made his way into her mouth, and their tongues started to dance with each other slowly. Mia sighed in his mouth, making him harder than he already was.

Steve didn't need to open his eyes to know that she blushed after that. The soft kiss turned into a more passionate one. Steve grabbed one of her legs and pulled it around his hips, so she'll be sitting on him. Amelia didn't complain. Instead, she started to move her hips against him while unbuttoning his shirt.

Eventually, the air was a necessity, and they broke the kiss gasping. Steve and Mia rested their foreheads together, and they smile. The first honest smile both had in weeks.

- "God, I've missed you so much,"- Steve said, closing his eyes and kissing her again.

- "I've missed you too,"- Mia said, kissing him back. They continue for a few minutes, then Steve pulled back and cupped her face with his left hand. Amelia pressed her cheek against his hand.

- "Are you sure about this"-Steve asked softly. He wanted her to say yes, but Rogers didn't want to push her into something. She was dating someone else. Maybe this would make her uncomfortable.

Both remained in silence for a second. Amelia had a sweet smile on her face.

- "I'm not 21 years old anymore, Steve," – She finally said, referring to their first time. Amelia had never slept with anyone before; hence Captain had been extra gentle and patient with her. Rogers smiled at the memory of that night – "I want you."

It was everything he needed to hear. Steve pulled her back to his chest and kissed her as if his life depended on it. Making her wrap her legs around his body, Rogers sat up, allowing Amelia to get rid of his shirt.

America's golden boy had his eyes closed, but he could find his way to her neck. Steve traced a line of kisses, licks, and soft bites from her jaw to her clavicle. Amelia was still wearing her blouse, stopping him from continuing down to her breast.

Soft moans escaped her mouth with every kiss, and chills ran up and down her spine. Her center was dripping wet, and her skin was flushed.

Rogers got rid of her top and contemplated her breast. She was wearing a black balconette bra, his favorite style. He continued kissing her skin down to the fabric; with one hand, he pulled the soft lace down, revealing her nipple. Gently he bit it and lick it.

- "Oh God, Steve," – She mumbled, tangling her fingers in his hair. Rogers smiled. He loved seeing her like this. After being satisfied, Steve kissed her lips and got rid of her bra altogether.

Amelia felt comfortable being naked from the waist up in front of him. The two years they spent apart had changed nothing.

- "Let's go to my room," – Amelia said, biting his lip softly – "I need you inside me."

He complied without hesitation.

- "I've dreamed of you saying those same words,"- He whispered in her ear while standing up. Amelia had her legs wrapped around him while he walked to the room. Her back rested against the hallway wall because Steve couldn't resist not kissing her

Carefully, he laid her body on the bed, covering it with his. They continued kissing while Amelia got rid of his jeans and underwear. Steve started to move down, kissing her neck, between her breast and abdomen. He traced circles with her fingertips on her skin, making her sigh.

- "You have too many clothes on," -He whispered against her skin when he reached her shorts. He got rid of them quickly.

He placed one hand on the back of her thigh to hold her while he kissed the inner part making her shiver with each kiss. He knew she always gets a little nervous right before doing "it."

He grabbed her hand, interlocking their fingers before rubbing her nose gently against her center, and kissed her over her completely wet underwear.

He looked up and met her eyes with a smile while getting rid of the last piece of clothing she had on. She blushed a little more but smiled back at him.

Steve looked down and kissed her other thigh. Slowly he started to lick her center borders, and she opened her legs a little more like a reflex.

He then focused on her clitoris, drawing small circles on it with his tongue. Steve felt how she moved her hips in response. He licked her faster and faster, making her moan. Rogers sucked, kissed, and licked her as much as he could; when he felt the orgasm was close, Steve slid two fingers in her and pressed her G point at a steady rhythm, licking her even faster.

Steve held her hips down while her back arched, and she grabbed tightly the comforted, letting a loud moan escaped her throat. She came in his mouth and he licked every drop she offered him.

- "I love you,"- He whispered, kissing her abdomen again, moving back to her lips- "You're just too perfect to be real,"- He added when her eyes were at the same level. Amelia blushed again; she was trying to catch her breath

- "I love you too,"- She said, licking the rest of her scent from his chin while one hand moved up and down his erection. He closed his eyes and rested his head on the crook of her neck, biting her shoulder softly

- "I want you,"- he groaned with a voice deeper than usual, looking her in the eyes. Amelia knew he was asking for permission. Steve was too much of a gentleman to take her without asking first. Rogers just needed to move a few inches to be inside her. His erection was painfully hard, and a little drop formed on the tip proving how turned on he was.

- "Then take me,"- She whispered, with legs wide open for him. Steve grabbed her from her waist and thrust his hip against her a little rougher than he expected, filling her. She grimaced in discomfort

- "I'm sorry,"- He said, looking her in the eyes worried, she smiled in response

- "No worries, it has been a while. I need a second to get used to it," – Mia said, cupping his cheek. Steve smiled when he heard she hasn't been with anyone in a while – "Stop smiling, Rogers" – she added, laughing

- "Sorry,"- He said, laughing too, and he started to go in and out of her slowly. One hand was holding his weight, and the other was grabbing her hip firmly, making her giggle.

He hadn't changed. He was always dominant in bed (and out of it, to be honest). Steve looked at her and smiled. He knew what she was thinking.

Once her hips moved rhythmically with his, he thrust faster and harder, making her close her eyes in pleasure. Her nails scratched his back, and she kissed and bit his neck, leaving marks on his skin.

Steve felt how her body was contracting around his member, she was close, and so he was. Effortlessly, he stood on his knees, pulling her hips up without getting out of her. Her back was on the bed and her legs wrapped around his waist. Mia was moving her hips against his at the same time.

- "Touch yourself,"- he ordered, enjoying the view. Amelia's eyes were closed, and her lips were slightly apart. Beads of sweat covered her body, and her nipples were hard. He could see the marks he's left on her skin. Steve grabbed one of her breast and started to play with the nipple, making her moan even more.

Amelia didn't argue. She licked two fingers and moved her hand down to her clitoris, playing with it. Both were so closed; he felt her body tighter and tighter around him. The pleasure was blurring his mind. He wouldn't last much longer.

The loud moan that scaped Amelia's lips was the last push he needed to come. He grabbed her hips firmly with both hands and thrust three more times real hard, closing his eyes and letting a deep groan escaped his lips too.

They remain in the same position for a few seconds, trying to catch his breath. Carefully, he got out of the woman and laid next to her, pulling her to his chest. Amelia gave him a soft kiss on the chest and rested her head there.

- "I love you," – Steve said again, playing with her hair.

- "I love you too," – She mumbled.

Steve pulled the blanket over their bodies and hugged her tightly against his body before falling asleep.