YOUR NAME PT.2
The group danced and partied all night. Sam brought Maria back to her place, Bucky and Wanda went to get something to eat, and Natasha took Steve home. Once they were in her apartment, she slammed him up the wall and brought her lips up to his.
Steve put his hands on her waist and kissed her passionately. As they kissed, she led them to her bedroom, and they removed each other's clothes. The blonde guy picked Natasha up and laid with her on her bed.
The two kept kissing each other before Steve's lips traveled to her jaw, neck then down her body.
"Steve..." Natasha moaned softly.
2 years later...
"No, no, no. This goes over there by the window." Steve said as he pointed his finger towards the direction. Two men grunted as they brought the couch from over the wall to where they were told to, by the window. "Great. Thanks, guys."
One of the men mumbled a soft "sure" and they both walked out of the apartment to get the remaining of the furniture. Steve looked around his brand new apartment. He put his hands on his hips as a content sigh escaped his mouth. He nodded to himself. "Finally home." He said softly so only him could hear.
After spending so many years in different towns like Damariscotta, he finally moved back to the place he truly belonged to: Brooklyn. Around two months ago, he felt homesick and he knew it was time for him to come back home. He had spent his time looking for a job and for an apartment. Sam had suggested he comes live with him since Bucky had moved out but Steve wanted his own apartment so he waited. He waited until he had everything he needed before definitely moving back.
He was happy to be back. He couldn't wait to see everyone again. He had come back a couple of times these last two years but he had only seen the guys. Which speaking of, just entered the apartment. "Woah, that's a good one you found here." Bucky commented as he stepped into the living room with Sam.
"Bucky, Sam, hi." Steve said, turning to them with a smile on his face. "See, I told you I'd find the right one." He added, looking at Sam.
"Well, you know what? I think I'm gonna move in with you. It's way better than my apartment." Sam noticed, looking around and pretended to take measurements with his fingers.
"In your dreams, Sam." Steve shook his head.
Bucky laughed as he sat down on the couch that the two men placed earlier. "You know, I feel like I've already been in this building before, it's funny."
Sam shrugged and said. "Maybe an old girlfriend used to live there."
"Probably." He looked from Sam to Steve. "By the way, the party is this Saturday at 2pm. Wanda said to invite you."
Steve nodded his head. "Great, thank you."
"Thank her for that, otherwise you wouldn't have been invited." Sam chided in with a mocking laugh.
"I would've barged in their house if they hadn't." He informed them with a half-serious voice. "What kind of Godfather would I be if I wasn't attending my own god-daughter's first birthday party?"
Sam choked on some water he was somehow drinking. "GODFATHER? I thought you said you hadn't chose anyone! You liar!" He accused
Bucky made an awkward face and tried to find the correct words. Steve smirked as he looked at Sam. "Well, be grateful it's not Stark." He teased, reminding them of the conversation he had caught years ago.
The two grown men groaned as both didn't want to be remembered of that silly and yet normal discussion they had. "It was one time!" Sam argued shaking his head in despair.
"It'll never get boring, I swear." Steve said laughing out, his hand shooting to his belly. He couldn't stop laughing, he was in a trance now. "Ahh," He breathed out, regaining his breathe. "I haven't laughed like this in a very long time, thank you."
"Shut up," Bucky groaned.
Saturday arrived quicker than Steve thought. Every one of furniture were in his apartment and by now almost all of his boxes were emptied. It was slowly feeling more and more like home. All it needed was some light decorating like a houseplant or pictures.
Steve had dressed himself into a white shirt with light black strips and dark blue jeans sealed with a brown belt. He checked his outfit and nodded to himself, it should be enough for a one-year-old birthday party. It was a pretty day; the sun had decided to bless the day with its rays.
He didn't know who would be there beside Sam, he hadn't kept contact with anyone else but Bucky, Wanda and Sam. He figured Maria would be there, maybe Sam had invited her. He didn't know if they had finally gotten together and from what he understood, neither did they.
Wanda and Bucky had decided to give themselves another try and started dating again. They took things slow and went on some dates. Together, they healed and just months after they were back to being a couple, Wanda got pregnant again. They had been scared to have the child, throughout the whole pregnancy they panicked and worried until the day their baby was born.
The couple brought into the world a beautiful baby girl that they named Alyssandria and today she was one year old. They both loved being parents and Steve fell in love with his god-daughter the moment he saw her. She already was a bundle of happiness and brought a smile on anybody's face.
Steve grabbed the two gifts he bought for Alyssandria and left for Bucky and Wanda's house. When he arrived, he noticed the balloons that they had put up in the front house and he smiled. He grabbed the gifts and went inside their house. He knocked on the door to announce his arrival and opened the door. "Hey, guys!" He called out and saw nobody inside. With this beautiful day, the party must have been happening in their backyard.
He set the gifts on the table where the other ones were and walked outside. He greeted everyone with a wave of a hand and a 'hi'. He made his way towards Wanda who was holding the baby. He kissed both of their cheeks and looked at the child. "Happy birthday, Aly." He told her and she held her hands towards him as she smiled brightly.
"You've been here for a second and she already wants to be in your arms." Wanda amusingly complained with a fake pout and gave her Aly to Steve.
He kissed the top of her head and looked at Wanda. "This kid loves me. When she'll be a teenager, she'll just run off to her uncle's arms." He said then shook his head. "I heard it."
"Way to be creepy." Bucky joked as he approached them.
"That's not what I meant." Steve assured, looking at Bucky then at Wanda. "But whenever she gets tired of you, she can come by." He added.
Wanda nodded. "Sure, but don't make her grow up so soon."
Bucky chuckled and looked at his girlfriend. "She's only one, babe."
"Exactly!" She told him with a serious look. "So, how's the apartment? I want to visit it."
"It's pretty good. You should come by once everything is all unpacked and that the apartment actually looks like one." Steve said, softly rocking the baby. Aly was giggling trying to grasp Steve's nose with her small hands. He laughed and rubbed his nose against hers.
He already was past 30 years old and he had no children nor a wife, not even a girlfriend. He wanted this, a family and live in a house with a dog. He was a family man, yet he had no family of his own except for his mother but she moved back to Ireland a few years ago.
He felt alone, he had nobody in his life which was one of the reasons why he moved back to Brooklyn. Hell, he hasn't had sex in a long time. In fact, he couldn't even remember the last time he did. Howevers he could remember the best last sex he had; it was with that woman whose name he still didn't know.
"How's my favourite god-daughter?" He heard a female voice ask, pulling him from his thoughts.
He turned his face towards the woman who talked and was shocked to see the woman he was just thinking about. His mouth gaped open as he took in the sight of her. She looked even more beautiful than what he remembered. She was dressed in a cute summer blue dress with flowers patterns on it, her magnificent fiery red hair was pulled back in a neat bun. She had soft makeup on her face which brought out her natural features. Wow, he thought.
Her mesmerizing green eyes were set on Aly, she had a smile on her lips as she talked to the baby, but he was too shocked to understand what she was saying. Her eyes lifted to his and he gulped slightly. "Hi," She told him with a smirk then gave a hug to Wanda.
"Hey," He chocked out before clearing his throat.
"You must be Steve, the godfather." She said giving him a soft smile.
He frowned. "Yeah, I am." He hesitantly answered. Did she not remember him or was she pretending not to? He was confused.
"I heard a lot about you." She added and sipped on her drink.
So, she really did not remember him. The last time he saw her was two years ago and they had hooked a couple of times while he was there. Did she have memory loss or something? It sorts of angered him that she didn't remember him, had it only been memorable for him? He knew the answer was no because they wouldn't have had sex repeatedly if she hadn't enjoyed it.
He wanted to test her to see her reaction. "I'm afraid I never heard anything about you." He said, only half-lying because that was true. He knew her body but not her name.
"Really?" She asked, crocking her head to the side.
"Yep." He nodded, popping the 'p'. "I suppose you're Aly's godmother."
"I am." She smiled.
He nodded again. He needed to know her name. It was like an itch he couldn't scratch, like a child wanting something nobody would give him. "I feel like I know you, have we me-" He began but was interrupted by a man approaching them.
"Babe!" The man said and went to the girl's side, wrapping his hand around her waist and pulling her to him. "I was thinking about going to Daisy's tonight, what do you think?"
"Babe, we're at Aly's birthday party." She reminded him.
"So? She's one, it not gonna be an all-nighter with an afterparty." The guy said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Wanda planned a diner tonight." She told him. "Go at Daisy's if you want to but I'm staying here."
"Speaking of diner, Steve you're staying with us tonight, right?" Bucky asked, looking at his buddy.
He nodded as he handed the baby back to Wanda. "Sure, I don't see why not."
The guy looked at Steve and held out his hand. "We never met, I'm Clint." He told him. Steve shook his hand and said his name. "You're new here?"
"No, Bucky and I go way back." He replied with a polite smile. "Will you excuse me, I'll go get a drink." He made his way towards the buffet, grabbed a glass and chose a drink. He saw someone appear by his side and looked to see the redhead woman. "Not a fan of alcohol?" She asked him.
"A bit too soon to start drinking, don't you think?"
"Eh, it's five o'clock somewhere." She replied with a smile and went back to her boyfriend with her glass refilled.
After the party, Steve stayed along with the woman, Sam and Maria. It was around 6pm and Aly was falling asleep in her father's arms. She didn't get to nap for long this afternoon since everybody was here and she was excited about everything that was happening around her even though she couldn't comprehend it completely.
Steve had washed the dishes, must against Wanda's protests he wanted to help clean up and make the food for tonight. He was marinating some chicken when the redheaded woman appeared by his side again. He looked at her briefly before concentrating back on the task at hand. "I didn't know you could cook, big guy." She said and his head shot back to her.
"What are you doing here, big guy?" He heard the redhead woman's voice ask him and he looked sideways to find her sitting on the stool next to his. "Are you not a dancer?"
"What did you call me?"
"Nothing, Masterpiece." She shrugged with a smirk, her eyes tingling with mischievousness.
"What can I get you?"
Steve shrugged. "Something to eat, anything, I'm not complicated."
"Alright, Masterpiece." She said and went away to make his command.
He exhaled and let out a chuckle. "So, you do remember me." He acknowledged shaking his head.
A smirked appeared on her lips as she leaned closer to him and looked up at him through her eyelashes. "How could I forget you?" She whispered seductively and Steve's mouth slightly opened. She pushed on her toes and kissed his cheek, her lips lingered longer than necessary, then she left the room swaying her hips slowly.
Steve could only watch her leave. Jesus Christ! Her boyfriend hadn't even been gone for an hour and she was already making passes at him. But he didn't care as much as he thought he should. A part of him wanted to grab her, crash his lips against hers and make her moan for everyone outside the kitchen to hear.
He was ready to, realizing how much she affected him, but Bucky's loud laugh brought him back to reality. He cursed underneath his breath, pausing for a second and releasing the chicken in his hands. He inhale a breath and closed his eyes, trying not to remember how her body felt against his. God, it really wasn't the right time.
Bucky's hairy armpits, Sam's stinky feet, Tony's sweaty back... Good.
He opened his eyes and exhaled the breath he held in. He went over to the sink and washed his hands. Then, he grabbed the bowl where the chicken marinade was in and walked through the kitchen door and out in the backyard where he was gonna grill the chicken bits.
Bucky joined him along with Sam and some beers. He handed the blonde guy a beer and began sipping on his own. "So, you and Nat, huh?" He said, wiggling his eyebrows teasingly.
So that was her name, Nat. Although that could almost be anything: Nathalie? Natalie? Natalia? Natasha? Nataleigh? See, anything.
"What?" He asked innocently after removing the cap of his beer. "There's nothing to say." He shrugged and took a sip, trying desperately not to let his face show that something could be going on.
Sam rolled his eyes so hard, Steve could almost hear it. "Don't play dumb! You were ogling her all afternoon, we saw you." He gave him a pointed look as an amused smile played on his lips.
Steve turned the chicken over and looked at his friends with a nonchalant expression. "So, what? She's a beautiful woman."
"But you never ogle women." Bucky insisted and crossed his arm.
"So?"
Sam and Bucky shared a look, equally annoyed at their friend's idiocy. An idea came to Sam's mind. "So, that either mean you like her or you've seen her naked."
The two friends got their answer as Steve chocked on his beer at the latter statement. "Naked it is." Sam concluded with a smirk. "When did you guys sleep together?"
Steve wiped the corner of his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt and he sighed, defeated. What was the point in denying it now. He took another sip, for luck and said. "The day we met. After we went to that club, she brought me back to her place and we hooked up..."
"You dog!" Sam laughed, clearly enjoying the conversation.
Bucky's mouth fell open in shock as his eyes were fixed on Steve. "But you never have one night stands either."
"True." He nodded in agreement and mumbled. "But also, sort of, had sex until I left."
"No way!" Sam's smile increased while Bucky's mouth completely opened.
"Why didn't you tell us?" The father asked, his eyes wide with shock.
Steve shrugged, turning the meat over again. "Doesn't seem like something you needed to know. Besides, it doesn't matter, she has a boyfriend." He gave them a pointed look.
"And where is he? Probably cheating on her again." Sam retorted and Bucky nodded in agreement. "They don't exactly have a great relationship."
"It's still cheating." Steve said as he put the cooked chicken on the plate that he had brought it out on. "And you guys wouldn't have gotten off my back."
"Pffft, as if we would do that." Sam rolled his eyes and turned to Bucky. "Do you think it's why she broke up with Clint?"
"No, they were already broken up when Steve was there." Bucky turned to Sam and slightly gasped. "Is that why you moved back here? For her?"
Steve gave him a shocked look and shook his head. "Yeah, obviously. I was so moved by her that I waited two years to see her again." He sighed and went back to the house with the chicken, this time passing through the French door and directly into the living room.
Sam rolled his eyes again and jumped excitedly. "Oh, I'm so excited for diner!"
Bucky nodded eagerly as they walked towards the French door. "It's gonna be so much fun!"
During diner, Steve was pleased to see that everybody enjoyed his chicken. Wanda was in the middle of a story about one of the customers who came at The Brooklyn Shop today, but the blonde-haired man was only half-listening. He was sitting directly across from Nat who threw flirty glances his way every now and then. He knew she was teasing him and trying to keep his attention on her.
Once she finished her chicken, she purposefully licked her fingers, knowing that he was watching her intensely now. His breath caught in his throat as his eyes followed her tongue licking up the length of her fingers one by one. He was like in a trance, he couldn't tear his eyes away from her.
And once again, Bucky's loud laugh brought him back to reality. He cleared his throat, trying not to think about what just happened. He picked up his glass and started sipping on the wine Sam had poured every adult. Just then, Bucky leaned in and whispered. "You know, we have a guest room if needed."
Steve chocked on his drink for the second time that evening. He almost spitted it out and coughed repeatedly. He grabbed his napkin and wiped his mouth. Then he looked at Bucky and Sam who had smirks on their faces. Screw them, he thought as he threw a scowl their way.
"Are you okay?" Nat's voice soft voice asked.
He nodded at her and a smile appeared at the corner of her lips. "Good." She almost whispered.
After desert, the group of friends chatted for a while until it was time for Sam and Maria to leave. Since her boyfriend had been her ride, Nat was to sleep here and Bucky invited Steve to stay the night as the shadow of a smirk was at the corner of his lips.
The four adults were still sitting at the table, Aly was comfortably asleep in her own bedroom. "I'm so tired," Wanda yawned, breaking the small silence then turned her head towards her guests. "The guest bedroom is just right down the hall." She raised from her chaired and looked at her boyfriend. "Well, I'm going to bed. See you guys tomorrow." She waved goodbye and went upstairs to her bedroom.
The three remaining adults stood up as well and as Nat left for the kitchen, Bucky turned to his childhood best friend and said in a hushed tone. "Do whatever you want, just not on the baby's stuff."
"Bucky-" Steve started with a scolding face but the man simply laughed.
"Good night." He said in a singsongy voice and joined his girlfriend in their bedroom before Nat returned from the kitchen.
Steve rolled his eyes and walked over to the couch, rearranged the cushions and grabbed a comforter. Nat exited the kitchen and looked around the room, slightly surprised not to see Bucky here. "He went to bed?"
"Yeah," Steve briefly looked up at her and said. "You can take the bed, I'll sleep out here."
As he set down the comforter, Nat went to his side. He raised up and looked down at her, wondering why she had come so close to him. "You know, you could come sleep with me." She looked at him through her eyelashes.
Steve inhaled and shook his head. "I don't think that's a good idea." He managed to get the words out, despite of the fact that he fully was aware that she was only inches away from him.
"Why?" She titled her head and smirked. "Scared you won't be able to keep yourself from touching me?" She pushed on her toes and whispered in his ear. Steve's breath hitched in his throat and in that moment, she knew she was right.
"Nat, we can't." Steve said and walked backwards, trying to put some distance between them, but as he did so he fell back on the couch. She looked down at him and before he could move, she sat on his lap, her legs straddling him on either side.
"We both know how good it felt." She placed one of her hands on his upper body and began rubbing chest up and down. She locked eyes with him, seeing that they had grown a darker shade of blue. "What do you think it'll be like whenever we see each other? Will you be able to keep yourself from thinking about me, from wanting to touch me? I know I won't." She admitted, biting her lips and leaning her head towards his. "Dare to tell me you don't want this. Dare to tell me you don't want me."
"We can't, Nat." He rasped out and put his hands on her waist.
She slid her hands up to his hair and started to play with them. "I want you, Steve, and I know you want me. I haven't been able to shake you off, I'm always thinking about how good you felt inside me. And I know that every time we see each other, no matter who's around, no matter where we are, I'll think about you and the way you look like when you come undone." The skirt of her dress rode up her thighs as she wiggled around his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. She bit back a moan as she felt how much he wanted her.
Steve groaned out her nickname, his hands coming down to grip at her hips, to stop her or to held her there, he wasn't sure. He could feel her hot breath on his mouth, her breasts pressed against his chest, her core so close to his. So, so close. "Fuck it." He grunted and grabbed the back of her neck as he kissed her.
She instantly melted against his body and eagerly kissed him back. The kiss was hot, raw and carnal. As his hands roamed down her body, she slowed the kiss and bit his lower lip making him shudder.
Steve's hands slipped under her dress and cupped her ass cheeks. He groaned as his hands directly met her bare skin. Nat shivered with pleasure and began nibbling on his ear. He pulled her even closer to him, grinding her against his groin and Nat cried out softly at the friction.
Before she could even comprehend it, Steve scooped her up in his arms as he stood up. She held onto his neck as she looked into his lust-filled eyes, never breaking contact. They shared a smile as he set her down on the dinner table. He unzipped the back of her dress and let it fall down her shoulders.
Nat was panting by now, she desperately wanted him. She spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist to bring him closer to her. He moved forward, wrapping his arms around her and he captured her lips in his. One of his hands slid up her leg and continued up her thigh until he reached her thong which he removed in one move. After hiding the thong away in his pants pocket, he moved to crouch down in front of her, but Nat stopped him and pulled him back up towards her.
"We'll have plenty of time for that later," She rasped out, her breath ragged, and her hand traveled down his body until she reached his hand and brought it down to her folds.
"Are you sure?" He asked as they locked eyes and she nodded, biting her lips. Their fingers began rubbing on her clit, drawing circles on her bundle of nerves and Nat couldn't stop herself from moaning out. "Fuck..."
"God." Steve grunted softly as their fingers made her quiver in pleasure. He lowered his hand to her opening and groaned at how wet she already was. He coated his fingers with her wetness and began rubbing her clit again. Nat's hand departed from her core as she let herself fall back against the table.
She brought her hand up to her mouth and licked her wetness off her fingers, making Steve groan again. The sound made her clench her thighs around his hand. "Fuck, you're dripping and you didn't even come yet."
"I'm ready, Steve," She panted out, spreading her legs again. She needed him inside her, needed to released herself around him, needed him to come undone in her.
He paused, looked down at her and asked. "Are you sure?"
"Yes," She nodded, unbuckling him and opening his jeans. "Fuck me, please."
Steve wasted no time and pulled down his jeans and boxer. He leaned down to kiss her as he slowly eased himself inside of her. She moaned against his lips, returning his kiss. After two long years, she finally felt him stretch her again. "Fuck, Nat." He grunted as he started to rock into her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, moaning uncontrollably against his ear as his strokes slowly increased. "Mm, Steve." They quickly found a rhythm that they both liked and knew that neither one of them would last long.
One of Steve's hands slid down her body and she cried out when she felt his fingers rub her clit again. She bit into his shoulder to muffle her moans as her orgasm built. Between Steve's strokes and his grunts, she couldn't hold her orgasm much longer, and she didn't want to. She shook underneath him and clenched around him as great pleasure washed over her.
Steve slowed his thrusts, helping her ride her orgasm out as he gripped at her hips and watched intensely. "Oh, Steve..." She moaned, her hands grabbed at his hair. She had missed the feeling of his body on hers so damn much and she barely knew him.
He picked up the pace once she had rode out her orgasm, seeking his own release. Her hands traveled up and down his back. "God, Steve." She groaned into his ear as he continuously touched the right spots.
As he neared his own release, his strokes got sloppier and grunted. She felt him about to pull out but she kept him from doing so as she wrapped her legs and arms around him. He looked at her with a surprised expression in his eyes. She looked up at him, bit her lips and nodded. He didn't need to hear what she wanted, he understood.
After a few strokes, he came undone and they both moaned. She could feel him twitch inside her and she moaned out his name with a breathy voice. Steve laid his head at the crook of her neck as he finished.
Both of her arms were wrapped around his body. They stayed like this for a few minutes as they both came down from their high, enjoying the other's embrace. After a while, Steve lifted his head and looked down at her. "Are you alright?" He asked softly, making sure he hadn't hurt her.
A smile crept up her lips as her hand lifted up to stroke his cheek. "Hell, yeah." She replied, making him chuckle and she leaned in for a kiss. She pulled and said. "We should probably take this to the bedroom before we wake up anyone."
"Yeah, probably." Steve agreed with a chuckle and pulled her up in his arms. She giggled as he had trouble walking due to his pants being half-way down his legs. "Shh." He told her and brought her to the guest bedroom of Bucky and Wanda's house.
In the morning, Steve and Nat were in the living-room with the couple. Wanda was on the couch, feeding her baby some apple sauce and Nat was next to her while the guys talked.
"You know, Steve." Bucky began. "You literally can't say that nothing's going on between you and Nat. I heard you had a pretty good time." Bucky wiggled his eyebrows up in the air. Then, he froze as something occurred to him. "Wait, you only did it in the bedroom right?"
Steve looked over Bucky's shoulder at Nat on the couch, then his eyes drifted to the dining table where they had begun their shenanigans. He opened his mouth then closed it and swiftly said. "Not that it's related to anything, but I think you should stay away from your table until I clean it."
Bucky's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. "My freaking dinner table?!" He whisper-yelled.
"Shh!" Steve urged. "I'll clean it, I said."
"I'll have to disinfect it." Bucky said. "We eat there."
Nat tried not to laugh as she passed by them and went to the kitchen. "Yeah, you should." He scrunched up his nose and gave his friend an apologetic smile before joining Natasha into the kitchen. "Can I give you a hand?" He asked, as he saw that she was gathering everything for breakfast.
Nat looked back at him and said. "Sure, grab the plates."
"Of course." He grabbed the plates and went back to the living-room to see Bucky scrub his dinner table with disinfectant. He was trying his best not to laugh but he knew he really shouldn't when Wanda threw a glare his way. "Sorry." He said and set the table.
He went back to the kitchen and helped Natasha finish breakfast. Before she could leave the kitchen, he grabbed her arm. "Hey, um, it might seem weird cause we slept together a lot of times but, uh, what's your name?
She smiled softly at him and looked into his beautiful blue orbs. "It's Natasha."