Oh hey! Sorry about the long absence, but I finished the semester and did very well! So proud of myself! And I wanted to wait until I had a good vacation chapter between the Cap and Dani to share with all of you. I hope you enjoy!
Blue
Steve kept it secret from me where we were going the next few weeks during his visits: I was certain it was a beach in Mexico. "More specific," Steve replied.
"Um... Cabo?"
"Nope."
"Cancún?"
"Try again."
"Playa del Carmen?"
"Why do you keep guessing Mexico? Not even close!"
I guessed and I guessed, but Steve never confirmed it. I started using Google to find beaches all over the place to guess.
As spring break approached, I packed my suitcase and took Lourdes Marie to Alissa and Joel's house and took a train to New York to meet Steve.
"So, I want to know where we're going," I said to him as we got into a cab.
"We're going to the airport to catch a private jet to our destination," he said.
"You are officially the worst!" I cried.
"I won't be the worst when you see where we're going," he said. "But first, gyros."
"Is that a clue?"
"No, I just wanted to feed you before we got on the plane."
We stopped off at a gyro diner first, and had dinner. The gyro I had was incredible, and the potatoes were worth it. "You know, I pulled a lot of strings to get you this vacation," Steve said as we got to JFK. He tipped the desk agent that met us at the gate, and gave him a flight number.
"Private flight? Your terminal is 4, and gate is 11, Captain Rogers."
"Thanks." Steve took my hand and we started towards terminal 4.
After security check, we got to the gate, and a private plane was waiting on the tarmac.
"Steve, what is this?" I asked as we got out the gate to the tarmac. The airport lights glimmered against the shiny paint job of the plane. "Wow…" I had been on a lot of planes in my lifetime, but never a private one.
"Okay, I don't think I can keep this a secret," he said. "We're going to Monaco."
My jaw dropped. "Like, Monte Carlo?"
"Yes, like Monte Carlo."
"How did you do that?" I shrieked.
"I won a game of blackjack."
The inside of the private plane was narrow, but it could have easily fit eight people and it was all white leather and mahogany wood paneling. "Do we get to meet the pilot?" I asked. "And the plane's staff?"
A brunette with her hair in a bob stuck her head out.
"Did you you say you wanted to meet the staff? I'm in Erin, I'm usually Tony Stark's flight attendant, but tonight I'm yours."
I grinned. "Hi, I'm Dani Conyers. Thank you for being our flight attendant. This is Steve Rogers- Captain Steve Rogers."
"Oh, you're a Captain?" Erin asked, a sparkle in her eye.
"Never a military pilot," Steve said grinning. "Not officially for the military, though I do have a few flight hours under my belt."
"Well, thank you for your service, it's an honor to be your attendant. Can I get you something to drink? We have the drink menu on the display on the back of the seats."
"I'd love a beer, an import?" Steve asked.
"I'll have a…" I pressed my finger to the display, and found the drink list. "A vodka cranberry?"
"Coming right up. I can make up the Murphy bed if you're wanting to rest on the plane."
"There's a bed?" I asked, surprised. "I always try to sleep on flights to minimize the jet lag."
After the take-off, Steve and I decided to try to sleep on the trans-Atlantic flight. Erin had a benadryl, which she gave to me to help me sleep since I was so hyped up about Monaco and she turned down the cabin lights. It knocked me out for a few hours, and when I woke up, the sun was peeking over the horizon. I squeezed my way out of Steve's arms to look out the window to see if I could see any land, yet. I couldn't see far past the cloud cover, but I could see the beauty of the sun rising in the sky
"See anything interesting?" Steve asked from the bed. He got up and kissed my shoulder before resting his chin on it to watch the sunrise.
"Just the sun rising," I admitted. "Do you ever watch it when you're mobilized?"
"I forget to," he admitted, sitting up, pushing back the covers. "And, sometimes, our jets don't have windows to watch what's going on outside."
I leaned into him, still stunned that he could be real and mine at the same time. He was taking me to Monaco, one of the few countries I never got to see when Daddy was in the military. "So you said you managed to get this trip by winning a hand of blackjack… let me guess, it was a game against Tony Stark."
"We're staying in his vacation home in Monaco, yes," he said. "That's how I did it. This flight though, it's courtesy of Pepper. Tony had no problem rubbing it in that I forgot to arrange transportation for our week in paradise when I made the bet."
"That's really generous of her," I admitted. "Wanna play some blackjack?"
"Sure, but I don't know if I packed a deck in my carry on or not."
"Let's ask the flight attendant?"
We checked with Erin in the galley, and there were playing cards in one of the passenger compartments. Steve mixed together about three different decks and we worked on shuffling each one before putting it together in a giant stack. "I read the book Bringing Down the House, and I started practicing my card counting," Steve said. "I knew Tony was doing the same thing- well, we had the autopilot on when we were flying back from Morocco, and we started playing blackjack for all the cash we had on hand. So, it came down to Tony and me, and this was right after that party he threw that I took you to. Anyway, I was pretty sure what was left of the deck was hot, and I knew Tony knew it too, so we started playing, and I got a queen, Tony gets a ten. Tony was dealer, too, so, you know, I didn't trust him. I'm sitting there with a giant pile of cash when he lays down the down-facing cards, and then, we make our bets. Tony, not wanting to be outdone, puts in everything thing, and I still have the smaller pile of money. He asks me if I want to make this interesting, and I say sure. He says, 'if I win, you have to make your girlfriend make those cookies, an entire batch, just for me.' And I say, 'would you bet a week in your vacation home in Monaco on that?' His nostrils flare and he says, 'deal.' So, I look down at my card, and see that I have another Jack. The deck is hot, there's an Ace left in it, right? So, I try to put on my best poker face, and Tony asks if I'm going to stay or to hit me again. I tell him to hit me one more time, and he hits my deck, then his. The air is tense, everybody's watching, who's gonna win, I reach down and flip over my cards, and wouldn't you know, I got an ace. A perfect twenty one. Nat forces Tony to show his cards, and he's got a ten, a five, and a queen."
"He busted?"
"Yeah."
"That doesn't sound like him at all!"
"Nope. Everybody was congratulating me, and Tony goes to the cockpit to pout. But I decided to be the bigger man and say thank you for offering the vacation home, he didn't have to let us stay there. He's behind the controls, and I sit down in the copilot's seat, and tell him that. But, he insists that we go. And then, he says, 'I hope you've got a good deal on flight over, though. Tell me, does Southwest do TransAtlanic flights?.' And it hit me. I hadn't bet transportation."
"Ouch!" I laughed.
"Pepper called me the next day and offered the use of Tony's jet. I have the feeling Tony told her to, because he sure wasn't going to let me know that."
"I've read that book about blackjack, so show me how you were counting the deck?" I asked.
We spent the rest of our flight to Europe playing blackjack. I thought maybe playing strip Blackjack would be fun, but Erin was in the galley, reading a magazine. In Paris, we had to go through customs, then got back on the plane, which took us to the little airport in Cannes, France. In Cannes after claiming our luggage, we took the commuter train. Steve spoke a little French, so did I, so we got through the ticket agency pretty well.
I had never seen the French Riviera, the Côte d'Azure. It was beautiful: the ocean glittered and lapped the shore, and on the other side of the train, there were a mountainside littered with stucco houses. I had been to Gulf Shores before, and now I got why they called it the 'Redneck Riviera'; the houses were stucco and tile, beautiful, and resembled the houses in Alabama and Florida, like the one Harland and Daddy had, only nicer.
The train went underground as we neared Monaco. "The wealthy people like it this way, nobody can spy on them from the trains," Steve explained.
"Go figure. Isn't Monaco's number one export wealthy people?" I asked.
"Sure is."
At the train station, we got off and followed the crowd out into the sunlight, which was almost blinding. We were in a mostly glass and metal downtown, a little disappointing for me, but between the skyscrapers, I could see the ocean. "The Monaco Grand Prix usually blocks off the streets in downtown and creates a loop in the city," Steve explained. "Tony races it every year. He never wins, though."
"A touch of resentment?" I teased.
"Just a little. But I'm here with my best girl, and we're going to see the playground of the rich and famous for a week."
"I am so game," I sighed in adoration for my incredible boyfriend.
We caught a taxi and Steve had the address: Tony's vacation apartment was in Port Hercule, by the docks with all the yachts. I had never seen so many yachts in my whole life and they were all gorgeous. This part of the city wasn't so bland and concrete, though.
The building where we were staying was functional, state-of-the-art, and a concierge hotel. The lobby was beautiful and sunny, marble floors and the front desk. At check in, the concierge gave Steve and me plastic bracelets with computer chips in them for the building, and informed us that every service was included in our stay, including laundry, massages, spa services, salon, poolside service, bar service, transportation service, and meals.
"Tony doesn't do things cheap, does he?" I whispered as we went to the elevator bank with a bellhop moving our luggage.
"Cheap isn't in his vocabulary," Steve admitted as we took the elevator up: we had the penthouse.
No kidding, the top floor.
I gawked as we opened the door to our vacation digs for the week. It was probably the most luxurious accommodations I had ever seen in real life. There was an infinity pool on one end overlooking the west side of Monaco and a full bar… and we were staying here for five days! "What do you want to do, first?" Steve asked.
"Get the airport funk off me," I admitted. "And order brunch?"
"As you wish," he replied, kissing my cheek.
In our bedroom, there was a king sized bed so giant, it looked like two full-sized mattresses pushed together. The bathroom was even more exciting for me: a giant bathtub with jets was in one corner, looking out over the port. I was definitely going to make use of it! I took a shower in the giant walk-in marble and glass shower stall and stretched out. It felt heavenly to get clean, and there were seven shower heads from different angles. After getting out, I dried off with one of the oversized white fluffy bath towels and Steve had ordered some brunch of crệpes and bacon. I put on a bathrobe and went out to the dining area of the apartment. Steve had the news on.
"How was your shower?" he asked.
"It would have been better with you in it," I teased. "But good. These look incredible," I said, picking up a fork and cutting out a bite of crepe. It was an orgasm in my mouth.
"I've had a few myself already. Help yourself. Do you need a nap? Do you have jet lag?"
"I'm a little weary, but I'll sleep when I'm dead," I replied. "I don't want to sleep through this trip if I can help it."
"Don't wear yourself out," he warned as my phone rang in the bedroom. I jumped up and ran to the bedroom; it was Daddy.
"Hey, Daddy!" I cried.
"I was just calling to check on you. Where did this Captain Steve take you?"
"We're in Monaco. He called in a few favors," I said. "I am so excited!"
"Monaco? Monte Carlo? Are y'all going to go gambling?"
"Maybe. I don't know yet, we haven't planned out what we're going to do, but we just got here. Do you want to switch over to FaceTime?"
"Sure, let's see your set up."
I turned my phone over to FaceTime (Steve had put my phone on the WiFi) and Daddy was just having his coffee at the breakfast table, he hadn't even shaved, yet.
"Okay, so this is a rich friend of Steve's place," I said. "It's a Penthouse suite." I showed my father the bedroom, the bathroom and the view, then went to the living area. "There's Steve. Say hi, Steve."
"Hi, Steve," Steve replied over his crépes.
Daddy laughed. "What are you having for breakfast?"
"Crépes and eggs over easy," Steve said. "We don't know what the day's going to bring yet, though."
"Dani, show me the spread," Daddy said. I focused my phone on the room service cart. "Now that looks delicious! Better than airplane food, right?"
"Actually, we flew in on a private jet," I said.
"You're making that up!" Daddy cried.
"No, I'm not! Like I said, Steve pulled in some favors."
"Well, I hope the two of you take some good pictures, even though you have just enough time to recover from jet lag before coming back home. Have a wonderful time, you two. Oh, and Dani, can we talk in private for a second?"
"Sure," I said, going back into the bedroom. I plugged my earbuds in. "What did you want to talk about?"
"You made a color copy of your passport, right?"
"Right."
"Send a copy of it to the consulate office for Monaco and France and let them know you're visiting. Passports, especially American ones, fetch a high price on the black market."
"I know," I said. "This isn't my first rodeo."
"But it is your first time to travel with a boyfriend in Europe. Where is your passport?"
"We put it in the building's safe," I replied. "I plan on carrying the copy."
"Good girl. Don't give it to Steve. Ever."
"What?" I cried, offended.
"Sweetheart, there are things about him that don't add up. And as much as you trust him, this is how sex trafficking begins. You're a pretty girl-"
"I'm not that pretty," I complained.
"I've heard all kinds of stories from the state department of young American women being kidnapped overseas from the state department because they surrendered their identification and lost possession of it. Call me with your return flight info, promise?"
"I will," I said, rolling my eyes.
"I'm just looking out for my baby," Daddy said. "Have fun and be careful."
"We will," I said. "I love you and send my love to Harland."
"We love you, too. Have a good time. 'Bye."
I took my earbuds out and went into the living area. "Okay, I'm holding out so you can have your pick," Steve said, gesturing to the food in front of him.
"Okay," I said, picking out breakfast from the cart.
"That's it? I have to eat the rest of this? Don't you know many hungry people there are in this world?"
I rolled my eyes. "Not in Monaco," I replied. And then I remembered; he had grown up in the Great Depression and had probably gone through periods of food shortages. "I'm sorry, baby. Let's just be careful with out food orders so that we don't order too much. Let's save some of it for later. What do you want to do first?"
"This trip is for you."
"Okay, let me check Lonely Planet."
"What's Lonely Planet?"
"A travel website. Hm… oh, there's a Palace Tour- oh, wait, that's four hundred dollars a ticket, nevermind. There's an Exotic Garden and an Oceanic Museum?"
"You wanna go to that?"
"You're putting a lot of pressure on me, sweetheart!" I joked. "Oh, there's a museum of Prince Ranier's cars! Let's go to that!"
"I'd do to that," he said.
"Okay. It's only eight euros! Let's do it!"
I wanted to take Steve to something good that he liked, since he had taken me to Monaco. We took a walk to the museum and I got to marvel at Fontvieille, and the sights in the distance, which I found out was Le Rocher, the "old city" of Monaco. Steve insisted on paying for our tickets to the museum. Prince Ranier had a beautiful collection of cars and we took so many pictures, and took turns standing beside them for perspective. Towards the end of the tour, I started to feel my head lolling, sleep trying to claim me. I had traveled enough to know not to give in to the jet lag until after dinner, at least. We came back to our apartment, and we ordered an early dinner, and ate the rest of the fruit from brunch that was in the fridge.
"Are you going to make it through?" Steve asked.
"Let's keep moving," I said. "I want to try out the pool!" I ran to the bedroom to change into my bikini. While the bed looked inviting, I tried to ignore it. I uploaded my pictures of Steve and me at the car museum to Facebook, but only to my family. Steve came into the bedroom after finishing his food to change into some swim trunks.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Uploading the pictures from the museum for my family to see, to assure them I'm not being kidnapped into sex slavery," he said.
"Dani, no!" he cried.
"Relax, I'm putting a filter on them," I said. "Not everybody can see it, only my family. They'll love it."
"I'm trying to stay off the internet completely," he said. "Being on the internet is going to send some red flags up with S.H.I.E.L.D."
"Oh, good point. Do you want me to take them down?"
"Can you not upload the ones with me in them?"
"What if I cut you out of them? Or censor your face?"
"Fair. Hey, can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Does joining the mile high club mean what I think it means?"
I burst out laughing. "Yes! It does!"
He groaned.
"Who asked about it?"
"Who do you think?"
I took down the pictures of Steve and started putting emojis over his face so I could upload them where my parents could see them. When I got finished, I went out to the little infinity pool with some towels and bathrobes for us. Steve was already in the pool and the sun was setting. I grabbed a few beers out of the fridge to enjoy.
I stepped in, and it felt like cool waves of heaven lapping my ankles. "Oh, that's nice," I said, bringing the beers over to him. "I miss the water."
"Come here," he said. "Look at all the boats in the bay." I trudged into the cold water, and into his arms. "Wait a second, get onto my back." I went around to his back and wrapped my legs around his middle, looking over his shoulder to see the port. It was easier when I was holding him around the middle with my legs than my arms so we had our hands free for our drinks. The pool wasn't very deep, maybe five feet at the most. I rested my head on Steve's rock-hard shoulder to watch the yachts lighting up in the encroaching darkness.
"Wanna go see the marina, sometime?" I asked. "Before we leave. And go to the beach?"
"I definitely want to go to the beach. What about the casino? I wanna see if I can count the cards at the Blackjack table."
"Just don't get us thrown out. I wonder if they'd let us in if we weren't in formal wear."
"Oh… we can find something, I bet."
"I'd love that," I sighed. "I didn't bring that dress Pepper sent me, I regret it now. See, if you had told me where we were going, I'd have found a way to bring it!"
"Blaming me?" he laughed.
"I'm kidding. It's so exciting to be here, baby. You outdid yourself. This is the best vacation I could have ever asked for," I admitted. "And we can join the mile high club on the way home."
"Danielle— no!"
I laughed. "You know, Steve, even before you brought me here, I knew you were the best boyfriend I've ever had."
"Oh, come on!" he scoffed. "Me?"
"Yeah, you. Nobody's ever made me feel like you do. And I'd be happy to make Tony Stark batches of koulourakia to thank him for letting us stay here. Do you think he threw his hand?"
"I'll be honest… I think he did. He doesn't want anybody knowing he's a good guy deep down."
"I don't think he does, either, from what you've told me."
He looked over his shoulder at me. "Sorry about volunteering your baking skills like that."
"Hey, it was worth the risk." I lifted my head to kiss him.
His lips met mine, and a small moan came out of the back of my throat.
"All I got you was a dinky easel," I said.
"Worth it."
We floated around the pool together, kissing in each other's arms as the world outside went dark. I felt so safe in his arms, his hand supporting the back of my head as we kissed. I didn't want to leave this pool. Ever. Even though our fingers and toes were pruning.
"Do you want to go to bed, now?" Steve asked.
"Eager, are we?" I teased.
"No! I was just thinking about your jet lag!" he said, grinning.
"Sure you were. I like being in this pool with you better," I admitted. "Wanna make it interesting?" I unhooked the back of my bikini and tossed it to the tile beside the pool. It landed with a wet slogging sound and Steve's eyes bulged.
"Danielle! The lights are up in here, people can see inside!" he cried, letting go of me to grab the remote that turned down the lights.
"If they're working hard enough to see up here, they deserve a show," I shrugged.
"You're going to be the death of me," he said, lowering the lights so that the apartment was dim.
"This is Europe, nobody cares about boobs here," I replied.
"Danielle," Steve groaned, putting the remote down. "How much have you had to drink?"
"Just this! I'm on vacation, I'm going to drink and want to have sex with you, okay? What else is there to do between trips to the beach and the casino?"
He groaned and I swam over to him. "Okay, so we're making this interesting… right?"
"Yeah."
"Come here," he said, swimming over to me. He slipped his arms around my middle and stood up. We were almost eye-to-eye, now, and he kissed me gently. And kissed me again. "I love seeing you happy," he admitted, eyes hooded. "It's a drug."
"Just keep being you," I murmured. I felt his fingers pinch my nipples as we kissed again, hard from the water and the air conditioning, a squeak coming out of my mouth. I wrapped my legs around his middle again, and lifted my hips. He carried me over to the edge of the pool, we kissed the whole way over. His hands gripped my hips firmly and set my butt back down as my tongue passed his lips to brush his.
"Stop," he whispered softly. "Let me."
He pressed gentle kisses along my jaw to my ear, his fingers sliding up the bottom part of my scalp. I moaned at the sensation of my body being touched so gently. Steve continued touching, kissing, and caressing even the most mundate parts of me, like my collarbone, my arms, my knees, rubbing the arch of my feet before kissing my toes, then rubbing between them, and then working his way up my calf, all the tension in my muscles and body that I hardly ever acknowledged melting away. When he got to my hips, I felt his fingers slipping under my bikini bottoms to tug them down. I sighed contentedly as he relieved me of them, he tossed them in the general direction of my top somewhere on the tile. His fingers worked the knots out of my muscles starting in my asscheeks, up my spine to my shoulder blades. My head lolled back in relief as he kissed along my waist with hot, wet, open-mouth kisses. I hadn't realized how was stress I was carrying with me on vacation from school.
And then he started again.
"Let me do something for you," I begged softly.
"In a minute," he prompted. I felt his hands grabbing my ankle, and he raised it up to the edge of the pool, near the juncture of my leg and my hip. "Lay down, first. And tell me if you don't like this." He took my other ankle and put my other foot up in the same spot. I laid down, nervous, hissing as my back hit the cold tile. I still had moments when I didn't like him looking at me because I still thought my most private part of my body was weird-looking, now it was practically on display for him. He had seen it before, and didn't freak out, though. I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling his lips on my inside of my knee, his hand starting to stroke the inside of my thigh.
"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice sounded drowsy. His hand stroked down my inner thigh into cleft. I gasped at the touch. This was electric. My whole body was turned on, now, I brushed my own nipples with my fingers, closing my eyes.
I felt his lips brush down my thigh, gently, achingly slow, his warm breath tickling my skin, until they met my cleft and his exploring fingers brushed at just the right speed.
"Ah, Steve!" I breathed, reaching a hand down to stroke his hair as his tongue entered my cleft, getting to my inner lips, exploring. I felt his finger pushing into my wet entrance, making me bite my lower lip and moan loudly, my toes curling. His fingers traced and curved around my swollen lips, his tongue tracing up to my clit. He was taking his time and it was driving me wild. He pulled away, but I felt his fingers pushing my hood back, and his tongue quickly replaced the wet finger. My back arched off the tile, and I yelped. In the excitement of the moment, I knotted my fingers in the crown of his hair as I felt, felt him moaning into my clit. Arousal was heating up inside me, and he was lapping it up and fingering me eagerly, two fingers slipping inside me.
Then, his fingers curved, hitting my most sensitive spot, alighting my clit, and it felt like my whole body shattered into a million pieces, and knit back together again. I screamed his name, my whole body alight, the emotional pop of the orgasm sending me over the edge. I lost control of my muscles and my legs tried to squeeze shut.
"Dani."
A sob escaped my lips. "Yes?"
"I… are you okay?"
"'M more than okay," I mumbled, daring to open my eyes, splotches in my vision. My feet slid into the water. His hands rubbed the outside of my thighs as I gasped for air. I sat up slowly, and he gathered me into his arms, I slumped into him, my head laid on his shoulder like a rag doll, just rebelling in him near me.
I dared to kiss him, tasting myself on his lips. He was eager and his tongue slipped past my lips. "I want you inside me." I mumbled between kisses.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"I left the condoms in my shaving kit." His hands gripped under my butt and lifted me up, and he carried me out of the pool, trudging through the water with my legs wrapped around his middle. He carried me into the bedroom and set me down in the bed. "I'll be right back." He shed his trunks and went to the bathroom, emerging with the packet.
"Come here."
He crossed the room and pushed the athletic shorts down, revealing that beautiful v-point down on his abdomen, happy trail, and his semi-erect cock. He stepped out of the shorts, tossing the condom and the bottle of lube onto the bed beside me. I sat up, climbing up onto my knees, and kissed along his belly button down the trail, slipping my hand up his thigh. I stroked his cock a few times before taking the head into my mouth. He exhaled and I looked up to see his head thrown back, mouth open. I worked his cock again, harder, making his harder in my hand.
"Don't move," he said, his eyes coming down to see me. "You look so beautiful like this," he said, mounting behind me.
"Let me?" I offered, lowering my shoulders to the mattress, and reaching between my legs, stretching. I held his cock in my hand and guided it into my tingling entrance. He groaned softly as his head enter me. "That's it. It's all you now, baby."
"You feel is good," he said as I lifted my shoulders up, arching my back. I closed my eyes to feel him thrusting into me, reigniting me. He was chanting my name as his thrusts got more intense, deeper, and finally he came inside me, and I finally came with him.
The room was silent, save for the sound of us both catching our breath. I collapsed onto the mattress. He laid down beside me on the bed, the sheets damp from the pool water, and played with my hair, looking into my eyes.
I didn't want to speak. This had been perfect.
I dozed off, and when I woke up, the room was pitch black and the sheets were tucked around me. Steve was missing. "Steve?" I called, pulling the sheets over my breasts.
"In here," he called from the other room.
"Okay."
I sat up, smelling like sex, and grabbed my beach coverup. I went into the bathroom to wash my hands and face. I was covered in dried sweat, so I took a quick shower and put on my beach coverup.
In the living room, Steve was laying on the sectional sofa, wearing a pair of athletic warm up pants and that was it, reading his phone. He grinned when I walked into the room. "Hey. Shouldn't you be sleeping?"
"Jet lag. I'm wide awake," I admitted. "What are you watching?"
"BBC Skynews," he gestured for me to lay down with him. "Nothing happening that needs us this week."
"Good," I said, climbing into his arms on the couch.
"What do you want to watch?" He handed me the remote.
"Let's see," I said, scanning channels and the DVR collection. Raiders of the Lost Ark was on. "Oh my God, this one rules!"
"What is it?"
"It's an Indiana Jones movie. The first one. George Lucas wanted to make an adventure movie that was like the serials from the 1930, so he came up with an anthropologist names Henry 'Indiana' Jones, who went on adventures. The special effects were state of the art at the time this was made, Daddy adores it! He's gone as Indiana Jones a few times for Halloween in my lifetime."
"I will never get grownups wearing costumes on Halloween. This Indiana guy needs to be something special."
"He is, trust me. Wanna order food, too?"
"Spaghetti. I need carbs after you."
"Ha, me too!"
We settled in to watch Raiders of the Lost Ark, and I ordered some mushroom sauce fettuccini from room service. By the time the sexy scene between Indiana and Marion happened on the boat where he gets her to kiss all the spots where he hurts, there was a knock on the door and room service arrived. I jumped up to get it, Steve was so enthralled. We ate pasta while the Nazis got melted, but Steve froze, a forkful of noodles at his mouth.
"He is so incredible," Steve said as the credits, squeezing me in his arms where we laid on the couch together. "Can I be him when I grow up? Can we watch it again?"
"You know there's three more movies, right?"
"That was amazing! There's more? Are they as good?"
"All of them are equally as good, except the last one."
"That was the best movie I've ever seen! Better than the Wizard of Oz, even! I am definitely going to be Indiana Jones for Halloween, only if you'll be my Marion."
"Deal! Wait, Wizard of Oz is your favorite movie?" I asked, rolling over to face him.
"You don't know how incredible it was for ten-year-old me to watch a black and white movie that suddenly turned color in the middle of the scene. But this… I can't believe this happened while I was in cryo!"
"About last night…" I purred, running my finger up the line between his pecs up his chest to his collar bone. "Did you learn that in cryo?"
Steve laughed. "The internet is an educational tool."
"Okay, I am not doing anything you saw in porn."
"I didn't watch porn, love! I find it gross, but I read some articles because… because turnabout is fair play."
I stretched in his arms. "It was incredible. But don't let this bloat your ego."
"So I'm better since January?"
"Baby, I'll be honest… you are the best sex I've ever had."
I saw a smirk cross his face. "Well, obviously, I can say the same thing about you."
"Steve!" I laughed.
"Hey, uh… I've wanted to say this to you for a long time, maybe it's because you're my first… The first time we made love I knew I loved you. I do. I love you, Danielle Conyers."
"You do?" I asked.
"Maybe I said it too soon, but-"
"Steve, shh," I whispered, pressing my finger to his lips.
"This is new territory for me, and I'm probably just too attached to you-"
"No, I thought I was in love with my ex before I met you and that's why our breakup hurt so much. But it's so different this time. I'm so lucky to be with you because I love you too."
"You do?"
"I do. I love you, Steven Rogers."
He rolled over to put his full weight on me, kissing me. "Good, I don't feel like an idiot for saying it first!"
"You're not an idiot, honey," I said as he crushed my lips with his to shut me up. His hands sliding up my thighs as his lips brushed mine.
"Are you… is this all your wearing?" He asked.
"Yes," I purred, glancing up at him under my lashes. I burst out laughing as he glanced down and saw the coverup had ridden up and my cleft was visible.
He groaned. "All this time? You know what I have to do, now, now that we're in love, right?"
"Yes?" I asked as suggestively as possible.
"This," he lifted up my coverup and blew a raspberry on my belly button.
"Steve!" I shrieked, giggling.
"See, I can do that to you because I love you."
"Yeah," I agreed between giggles. I tugged the coverup off over my head. "Can we just hold each other for a while? Enjoy this moment?"
"Of course."
There's more vacation coming up!