Thank you so much for reading through my trashy little OFC fic! I hope you enjoyed it and I love you all!
XOXO,
Blue

It was June in New York City, and my last week off from work before I was going to return. We had gone to Nashville to the grand opening of the pool at Daddy and Harland's. Steve was very cautious about being around the family, but the kids pretty much dog-piled him. Lauren bugged me about what the fight was about, but I didn't say. Steve's sexuality was his to come out about in his own time. He didn't owe anybody an explanation. Daddy was disappointed I wasn't going to take time off to come back home for PRIDE in Nashville, but Steve and I were planning a trip to the NYC PRIDE fest. That's where we were today.

I wore my PFLAG tank top, a light-weight kimono that came down to my knees, and a pair of jean shorts and my straw hat, my bottle of sunblock stashed in my handbag. I hadn't felt any pain in weeks, I probably could have gone back to work at week three in my recovery, but as long as Daddy was insisting on me taking the full time off and paying for it, I wasn't going to complain. I was burnt out anyway.

Steve and I wandered through the crowd, looking for the perfect spot to see the parade. A group of Lesbians on motorcycles were riding past, handing out rainbow flags, and I managed to snag one.

"I didn't get one!" a little girl cried, tears running down her face.

I glanced at Steve. "Here ya go," I said, offering her the flag. Her face lit up and she accepted it.

"What do you say?" her mother asked.

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome," I replied.

"Are you sure you wanted to give that up?" Steve asked me.

"There's merch for sale," I said. "And a gap in the parade." I saw a vendor booth half way down the block. "Be right back."

At the booth, I saw some more PRIDE gear, and I found a few t-shirts and magnets for NYC PRIDE. My gaze ran over a small button, smaller than a silver dollar, pink, lavender, and blue. I grabbed it. "How much for this?" I asked the vendor.

"Three dollars. Or three for seven."

Steve was in the same spot, and the little girl who got the flag was stealing suspicious glances at him. He caught her gaze, and I could almost tell she knew he was Captain America.

"Hey," I said. "I got you something." I lifted up his untucked shirt hem and attached the pin to one of the belt loops of his cargo shorts.

"What is this?" he asked as I dropped the shirt. He picked it up to see.

"I'm proud of you."

"But nobody else can see it," he said, picking up the hem just enough to unhook the pin.

"We know it's there," I replied.

He put the pin on his chest. "I'm not going to go around announcing it, you know," he said. "But… I'm not going to be ashamed anymore."

"I love you. More than yesterday," I whispered, wrapping my arms around his middle.

"And I'll love you more tomorrow," he said, burying his face in the top of my hat.

My fingers grasped his hair, my unbuttoned shorts being yanked down my hips as he backed me into the bed. I fell over onto my back in the darkness.

"You're sure this is okay?" Steve asked.

"We're close enough to eight weeks," I said. "I missed this." I felt my Converse being yanked off my feet and saw them fly over his shoulders.

I felt his fingers and the heat of his mouth against my inner lips. I laid back and enjoyed the ride. I hadn't even gotten my top off as he brought me to orgasm so easily. I needed him. I needed this connection. I laid in the bed, my veins throbbing, my whole body buzzing as he wiped his mouth on the inside of my thigh.

He lifted me up and set me down on the bed, close to the headboard, and yanked his own shirt up, pushing his shorts down at record speed, exposing a hard, thick erection, which he stroked. I reached over to the nightstand which held an open box of condoms and got one out, ripping the foil open between my teeth. He put it on quickly, neither of us able to wait any longer. He pushed into my entrance, and it felt tight, yet familiar. He laid down on top of me, and I squeezed him in my arms. So close, so tight, he caught my groan in sloppy kiss with me on his lips.

"Oh, Steve," I moaned.

"You feel so good," he whispered into my mouth between kisses. I slipped a hand between us, and rubbed my clit. The friction made my muscles clench again, and the orgasm started.

"I'm cumming," I whispered. "Steve!"

It washed over me and my neck and back arched against him. He pulled his cock out, and it was still rock-hard, propping himself up on his free elbow. He rolled the condom off and stroked himself. I pulled my shirt up over my head and came onto my stomach and got some on my bra. I slipped a finger between us and stroked the hot liquid dripping down my sides. Steve laid down beside me, panting.

"I missed this," he said softly.

He was the first to get up to get a washcloth to wipe me off after sex. We laid in bed, not really having to talk. I fell asleep in his arms, the A/C of his apartment cooling us off on top of the covers. I woke up the next morning alone in the bed, and I could hear Steve in the kitchen, making breakfast. I got up and took a shower and brushed my teeth, dressing in my favorite unicorn pajamas and a tank top before going to the kitchen. Steve was sitting at the breakfast nook by the window to the fire escape, reading his iPad over coffee.

"Good morning," I said, getting a cup of coffee.

"Good morning you to," he replied. "How'd you sleep?"

"So well," I sighed. "I don't want to go back to work Monday."

"I know you don't. I wish you'd just stay here."

"Me too. Steve? I um…. I have something to say to you."

"You do?" he asked, eyebrows knitting.

I had rehearsed this when he was out. "Okay, here goes: Is breá liom tú."

An unincumbered grin cracked features. "Where'd you learn that?" he asked.

"Duolingo," I said. "When you go out for a run, I use it. On our second official date, you said there was nobody around to speak Gaelic with, and you were forgetting it. So, I'm going to learn it so you don't forget it."

"You're amazing," he murmured. "Dani, I had something to say to you, too."
"Oh?"

He grimaced for a second. "Man… have you ever been really nervous to say something before?"

I didn't respond as he stood up. And then, he kneeled in front of me. My heart pounded, he didn't break eye contact with me.

"Danielle Panagiota Conyers…" he started. "I'm happier with you than I ever thought I could be. I know I can be myself with you, and I hope you feel the same way. I want you to be my best for the rest of our natural lives. Will you be my wife?"

For those of you who wanted to see them married and wonder what she said, guess... I'll give you three guesses, but you'll only need one.

Their story is not over! I've got another story planned called Second Chances, a continuation of their story. I hope you'll be there to read it!