**A/N: Approach this chapter with caution. I tried something new... again. Smut-wise, of course.

ALSO, has anyone with an Apple product been victim to an e-mail virus that will NOT stop harassing you? My sister's phone keeps sending me things, even though I blocked her, and then my e-mail address sends it to my other e-mail addresses and it's just a mess. I don't even open it. If anyone knows how to fix this, please help!

Chapter 24- Not Broken Anymore

"But I can't stop thinking how you just keep making sense of all that was broken before. And I won't keep faking 'cause I'm done with taking. 'Cause with you I'm not broken anymore."

~Blue October, Not Broken Anymore


Three minutes later Bethany was still taking deep breaths. She hadn't moved from her spot on Steve's lap, and Steve had thought that she had fallen asleep until she let out a soft moan when he started to play with her hair. "Don't let me fall asleep," she mumbled against his neck.

Steve loved when sex wore Bethany out like this. It was a reminder that he had done it right, their love making affecting her entire body and mind. "Sleep if you want to," Steve encouraged.

"No, we've been bad friends," she reminded him, pulling herself up so that she could look at his face. Her skin still shone from the mix of sweat and tears. "We should go check up on Clint, don't you think?"

"Yes," Steve said after a moment of hesitation. "Yeah, you're right. We should go check on him."

"Sorry to interrupt," JARVIS' voice spoke up. Bethany winced as she could hear Jamie starting to whine before a cry erupted, upset that he had been woken up. "Mr. Stark is requesting to see you in his lab, ma'am."
"'Requesting'?" Bethany asked, pulling herself off of Steve, feeling empty. She needed a quick shower. "Tell him I need a few minutes."

"Yes, ma'am," JARVIS replied.

"We both need showers," Bethany said to Steve. "Jamie hates baths, let's see how he likes showers."

"Sounds good," Steve nodded, watching as Bethany scurried off into Jamie's room. Steve threw their uniforms onto the couch and then used the bed sheet to wrap everything up. Throwing it on their bed and heading to the shower to start the water, Bethany came in with a naked Jamie in tow.

They all got into the tub, watching as Jamie reached his hands out trying to catch the falling water in his hands. While in the tub, he usually threw a fit, unless someone was in there with him, and then he liked to tap his hands against the water, splashing and laughing. In the shower, he only seemed to get frustrated when he couldn't play with it the same way. At one point, he leaned forward, holding out his tongue, trying to taste it that way, giving Bethany a big gapped tooth grin at his new discovery.

Bethany smiled at him, kissing his temple. "You like that? Huh? He's such a happy baby, isn't he?"

"Yes, he is," Steve said with a smile.

"Sorry to interrupt, but Mr. Stark is insisting on your attendance," JARVIS spoke, Bethany letting out a soft sigh.

"Okay, I'm coming," Bethany announced, handing Jamie over to Steve before rinsing off her body quickly and getting out of the shower. She could hear Steve talking to Jamie, followed by the boy's squeal of laughter as she pulled out a dress and comb through her damp hair before making her way up to Tony's lab.

"Well look who decided to show up," Tony spoke as Bethany walked into the lab, earning an eye roll from her.

"I don't like being 'requested' that way when I'm spending time with my family," Bethany stressed.

"I am family," Tony reminded her. "Why wasn't I invited?"

"Jamie, Steve and I were taking a shower," Bethany said with a fake smile on her face. "Do you really want us to invite you next time?"
"Ew, no," Tony said with a shake of his head.

"Changing the subject," Bruce suggested, slipping his glasses onto his face. "Starting with why we called you up here?"

"Yeah, that'd be a good place to start," Bethany replied, reaching out and placing her hands against the worktable. "I'm gonna guess it has something to do with the sceptre?"

The two men looked at the object in question, the blue gem glowing brightly. "Remember when I told you about the Ultron Project?" Tony asked looking back at her.

"And I remember a series of failed experiments following it," Bethany said with a nod. She looked at both men and then the sceptre, raising an eyebrow. "Wait, you think that'll help?"

She gestured at the sceptre as if it was a piece of shit, having every reason to hate the thing. Loki almost made her kill Steve. She received the order, and if it wasn't for Tony's fist making a large indent in her skull, she would have seen it through.

Bethany waited patiently as Tony showed her two large holographic balls in the middle of the room, the yellow one being JARVIS' mainframe. The other one was blue, but not as tight and clean as JARVIS. They had a lot of similarities, but when Bethany stepped closer, she knew that it resembled a brain more than it resembled JARVIS' mainframe.

"The gem is protecting something inside," Tony began to explain as Bethany studied the ball. "This. This… intelligence."

"And you think it'll help you figure out how to make Ultron?" Bethany asked before realization dawned over her. "Artificial intelligence. You want to use this and see if you can complete the project, don't you?"

"I hear judgment in your voice," Tony said with a frown. "This is a great idea, Bethany!"

"Great? Tony, this thing nearly destroyed my life. Nothing good can come from it," she stated seriously. "What the hell are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking it could work," Tony said strongly. "I'm thinking that this is what you need! What we all need! We know it isn't over. We know that one day, it'll be the end game. And it'll be us against an army again, but this time, we'll be prepared. Steve will never stop fighting until he believes that the fight is over, and you'll never stop fighting until he does."

"What if it doesn't work?" Bethany replied, her voice breaking once. She knew very well that this could solve a lot of their problems. That it could very well be the key to a normal life, having a benefit like Ultron doing their jobs for them.

"What if it does?" Banner asked softly. "Bethany, we both know that when it comes to science, you need to experiment. Mistakes are made every single day. We're both very aware of that. But every day, advancements are made too. If this does work, imagine what life would be like? There would be no reason for anyone of us to ever suit up again, not unless we wanted to."

Bethany let out a sigh, something catching her gaze. Looking through the glass walls, Bethany could see Steve and Jamie visiting Clint in Bruce's lab, Clint looking healthy and completely healed. The two men were talking, but Jamie was looking at her. Unsure if he could actually see her from the distance, Bethany raised her hand, smiled and gave him a little wave. The boy responded with his beautiful smile and his arms and legs kicking with excitement. Bethany closed her eyes, knowing that both Bruce and Tony had a point. Even just trying this out was worth it if it meant a normal life for Jamie, or at least as normal as it could be. But nonetheless a life where he had a mother and father, and they weren't constantly running off to save the world. A life where they could focus on him and only him.

"What do you want me to do?" She asked in a small whisper before opening her eyes.

"Nothing really," Bruce explained. "We just felt like we needed to tell you."

"Tell me?" Bethany asked with a slight frown, turning to Bruce. "Not everyone else?"

The two men looked at each other, making Bethany groan. "If we bring this up for the team to hear, don't you think we'll get some disagreements? Not everyone sees things like we do. They see all the mistakes and not necessarily the benefits. They're not scientists."

Tony had a point, but Bethany didn't like having to lie to Steve about something so big, something that could change their lives. "Tony…"

"He's right, Bethany," Bruce interrupted. "They'll shut this down. We won't even have the chance to see if this will work. It may not, but shouldn't we try anyways?"

Looking back over to Bruce's lab, Steve was now playing with Jamie, the two of them smiling and laughing. A small smile crept on her face before she nodded. She had no choice, not in her mind anyways. "I won't say anything."


Jen hovered by the door, unsure if she should be interrupting Bethany. She was talking to a woman scientist that had been brought in to help Clint, but their conversation was left at an awkward moment. She needed to tell Bethany how sorry she was. That she really thought that she'd have to earn Theo's forgiveness and trust, but she couldn't have been more wrong. She really needed to earn Bethany's forgiveness and trust. Theo had been all too willing to welcome her into his life.

"Umm, Bethany?" She finally spoke up. Bethany turned to look at her. "Sorry, can we… can we talk?"

Bethany sucked in a breath, looking to the female scientist. "I'll only be a few minutes, Helen. You can keep looking over these and tell me which applicants speak out to you."

"Of course," Helen allowed, doing as Bethany suggested, the blonde getting up and pulling Jen into a separate room.

"If that was important, I can wait," Jen assured quickly.

"No, Helen was just helping me pick out the first round of finalists for my scholarship project," Bethany explained.

"That seems pretty important to me."

"It's important, but she doesn't need me hovering over her. What's up?" Bethany pressed on.

"It's about earlier," Jen explained. "I just… Look, letting me see Jamie meant a lot to me. But I know that just because you let me see him doesn't mean I'm forgiven."

Bethany let out a long sigh, sitting down on the coffee table. Despite Bethany not aging, the woman changed a lot since Jen knew her. She constantly looked tired, and there was worry constantly in her eyes. But the Bethany Jen first met was a cold and dark woman. When Bethany had moved into that apartment, Jen had thought she was a nineteen-year-old girl and had wondered what had happened in her life to turn her into such a hard woman.

Despite Bethany looking worn out and worried everyday, it was obvious that she was much happier this way. "I'm trying, Jen. And I know that this is important to you, and I'm not saying it's not important to me, but right now, you're healthy. You have your son and your new-found abilities are under control. Your mental health is sound and the only reasons why you're still here is to protect you and Theo from HYDRA and to make sure that nothing happens to you as a result of what they've done. But I have other things to focus on right now."

Jen tried not to let that hurt her feelings. Bethany wasn't saying it maliciously, and from the way her eyes were sunken in, she believed what Bethany was saying was true. "Repairing our relationship is important, yes," Bethany continued, pushing a stray hair away from her face. "But compared to everything else I'm dealing with…"

"My life seems perfect in comparison," Jen finished. "I understand."

"Jen, I want to fix our relationship. But right now isn't the time. I've been dealing with a lot, and before I fix any relationship with anyone else, I need to fix myself first, and that's never been easy for me."

"And that's what's important," Jen replied with a soft nod. "Especially with that little boy of yours."

"Yeah," Bethany whispered, a hint of a smile taking over her face. "I want you to know that if you feel like you're losing yourself, even for a moment, I want to know."

It felt good hearing that. Bruce had told Jen that they were expecting her to have some sort of mental breakdown, but she felt completely fine. And for some reason, that seemed to alarm everyone even more. Everyone seemed to be walking on eggshells around her. Even Bethany had been until her huge breakdown, but Jen was starting to realize that the eggshell walking was for Bethany's benefit, not Jen's.

"And if there's anything that I can do, just let me know," Jen said with a soft smile, turning to leave before Bethany called out her name.

"You might have heard that we're throwing a party on Saturday to celebrate the team's success and everything," Bethany brought up. Jen had heard it in passing, and it was like being in high school all over again, hearing girls talk about it around Jen, but never being invited. She had always tried to find reasons on why she wasn't invited, but it never helped her feel any better.

"You can come, if you want," Bethany continued. "There'll be music and plenty of people. And Tony's throwing it, so it's bound to be a success. Everyone will be there; it wouldn't be right if you weren't too."

"I mean, you don't have to ask me out of obligation," Jen said quietly, but secretly relishing in her invitation.

"I'm not," Bethany assured with a smile. "Even Jackson is going to be there, and he's on the payroll. He isn't even going as a babysitter, although he did agree to take the boys down for bed when the time called for it. But no obligation."

Jen nodded slowly, a smile growing on her face. "Yeah. Okay, I'll be there."

Bethany offered her a tired smile in return, but it was obvious that her smile was genuine.


Steve had thought that they would postpone their plans for the night. Bethany had spent the majority of the afternoon and evening with Helen Cho, picking out the most promising applicants for her scholarship program and had only finally returned to their apartment near seven, when Steve had already eaten dinner and cleaned up. He understood why she wanted to get some work done while Cho was around, and Steve was more than supportive. He thought she was amazing for doing this project. When she came down, he warmed up some Shepard's pie for her and talked to her softly about her day while Jamie sat in his high chair, babbling to himself.

They barely saw Theo anymore, the little boy electing to spend all his free time with his mom. Jen would make dinner for the two of them plus Jackson in Jackson's kitchen every night. They both missed the little boy's company, but they were happy that Theo was happy with his mother.

"That all sounds great, Doll," Steve told her as Bethany went on and on about some of the projects. He didn't understand the nitty-gritty details and the scientific words, but he could understand the ramifications of the projects and the excitement in her eyes. "You look tired, if you just want to sleep after this, that's fine. We can postpone our plans for the night."

"Oh no," Bethany said as she finished off her plate, setting her fork down. "You're not getting out of this that easily."

"It doesn't sound like I'm going to have much fun," Steve said with a sigh.

Bethany sighed, reaching across the table for his hand. "Do you want to know what I'm going to do? Will that make it easier?"

Steve took in a breath of air through his nose before letting it out. "Yeah, that'd be nice."

"Okay," Bethany replied quietly, offering him a small smile. "You're going to be on the bed, not allowed to move. No touching me, no touching you. I'm the one who does all the work."

Steve frowned for a moment, thinking that through. "That doesn't sound that bad," he admitted. "Why would that be good for you and not for me?"

Typically, Steve was the one doing all the foreplay and setting the pace for them. He didn't see it as a nuisance, he loved being in control, and Bethany never really complained. "Because I'm not going to be as giving as you are," Bethany explained. "After all, it is payback."

"I mean, that doesn't sound too bad," Steve allowed.

"Natasha and Clint said they'd watch over Jamie since Theo is having a sleepover in Jackson's floor," Bethany added. "But they said they aren't covering the night shift, even if he is sleeping through till morning."

"Fair enough," Steve nodded, pulling Jamie out of his high chair and kissing his full cheek. "Are you going to be busy tomorrow?"

"No, Cho and I got through most of the applicants," Bethany said, pushing her chair out and moving to put her dishes in the dishwasher. "So I should be full-time mom tomorrow. Which is good, since we have a bunch of chores we've been slacking on."

"Yes ma'am," Steve said with a nod, standing up, holding Jamie so he could look out at the world. "Before we start, I want to show you something Jamie learned today."

"Oh?" Bethany asked, turning to look at them, a giant smile on her face. She moved forward, tickling the baby's stomach for a moment, earning a loud squeal of laughter from the baby. "Did you learn something new, baby boy?"

Steve led her to the living room, placing Jamie so his feet were on the ground, his little hands wrapped around one of Steve's fingers. "Stand over there," Steve said gesturing with his head to the corner. She followed instructions, sitting on her knees, an encouraging smile on her face. "Okay, ready Jamie? Let's go see Mommy."

"Come here Munchkin," Bethany chimed along, holding her arms open for him. Steve waited as Jamie raised one of his legs and tentatively moved it forward. Slowly, he took one step after the other, but relying on Steve to keep him upright and balanced. Finally, Jamie got close enough to Bethany that Steve pulled his fingers out of the infant's hands and Jamie fell forward into Bethany's arms.

"Yay!" Bethany cheered, holding him tight in her arms and kissing his face a bunch of times, Jamie laughing at her celebration. "Oh Steve, he's so perfect. I didn't think I could love anyone more than I love you, but…"

"I know," Steve said with a small smile, reaching a hand out to touch Jamie's soft curls. It was moments like right now that made everything so worth it.


The look in her eyes was hard to describe. Bethany had the type of eyes that typically betrayed the front she put up. Steve could see if she was hurt or sad, or overwhelmingly happy. But right now, he couldn't tell for sure. He wanted to say she was nervous. He had seen that look pass through her eyes when she was pregnant with Jamie, but never like now.

There was, however, no look of regret or reconsideration present anywhere on her. This was something she wanted to do. He could tell that it would bring her great pleasure to fulfill this dream of hers, and if it was unpleasant for Steve, they wouldn't do it again. But he had to at least give it a try. Whatever she had up her sleeve was worth the experiment.

"What if you don't listen to me?" Bethany asked, covering all questions now opposed to later. "I mean, that's grounds for punishment, right?"

"Punishment?" Steve repeated, his brows lifting up for good measure.

"It needs to be something good. Something that will convince you to behave," Bethany nodded.

Typically, when they were fighting, Steve's punishment was either her yelling at him, or the silent treatment. But this was different. This was a punishment to keep him in line. He wasn't going to deny saying he didn't know how this usually went. He was quite well versed in different sexual practices. Steve felt that being well-researched and knowledgeable about how to please his wife was just as required as a woman doing so for her husband. But when he joked earlier about punishment to her, he wasn't even serious about it. The idea of it being the other way around scared him a little.

"You're not spanking me," Steve said bluntly.

Bethany offered him a smirk. "That's not what I had in mind at all. But it needs to be something unpleasant for you. And something you'll actually follow out on doing. Although, you never know. You could like spanking."

"I highly doubt it," Steve replied quickly.

"If you don't listen, you need to fill my every want and desire for an entire day. And I add a day every time you don't. And those desires will be a lot of you eating me out, and absolutely nothing in return for you. Just your hand. Deal?"

It wasn't much of a threat, but Bethany knew how much Steve loved to have Bethany doing the pumping. Even if it was his own hand, she would still watch, giving him her silent approval. "I'll listen to you," Steve promised. "I told you I would."

"I trust you," Bethany replied. "Do you trust me?"

Steve took in a breath, but nodding. "Yeah. I'm in your hands. What's first?"

"Take off your clothes," Bethany instructed. She stressed 'now' when Steve stood there, dumbfounded for a moment. She stood there, watching as he took off each piece of clothing until he was standing in front of her naked, and she was still completely dressed. "Now, on the bed," she instructed.

When he was settled on the bed, she pulled some rope out from under the bed. "Hands up," she instructed, him offering them to her. She bound them tight, neither of them giving any emotion of their faces. "Now, you promised to listen, so no breaking the hold," Bethany reminded him, placing his hands on his stomach. "And if you even try to move them, they go behind your back, understood?"

"Yes ma'am," Steve said politely. "Are you… planning on getting undressed?"

"Not right now," Bethany replied with a shrug, as if she couldn't be bothered. "You're not allowed to move on the bed either. Can I trust you to follow orders, Captain?"

"Yes," Steve nodded. Bethany gave him a rewarding smile, her eyes trailing down his body slowly, taking him in. The glimmer in her eyes was setting him on fire, already turning him on. He cleared his throat as it tightened when she casted a longing look at his crotch.

She then looked back at his face, offered him a tight smile and walked towards her vanity. "Umm, Beth? What are you doing?" Steve asked, shimmying in his spot to sit higher up.

"I'm going to do my hair and makeup," Bethany said with a shrug of her shoulders.

"Wait… now?" Steve asked, shocked at her.

"Yeah, why not?" Bethany replied as if it was nothing. She plugged in her hot rollers and curling iron, turning some smooth jazz on and starting to prime her face. Steve didn't dare move from his spot on the bed. At this point, he just wanted to see what would happen and why she was so adamant on assuring that he wouldn't move. It was a challenge he would face head on.

She kept up small chitter-chatter as she rolled her hair and applied her makeup, asking about totally innocent things as Steve sat on the bed, only wearing the ropes around his wrists, as she talked about whether or not they should get a new carpet for their living room and whether Tony was finally going to ask Pepper to marry him.

Her shoulder length hair fell from the rollers into soft waves, the front part falling in front of her eyes like Veronica Lake's, but with much more volume. Her lips were painted a red burgundy and her eyes were lined with black and Steve knew exactly what she was doing. She had traded in her modern mom look for her old carefree one.

Unplugging the hot hair tools, she got up and went to their closet. Steve could see her looking through the lingerie that she hung up onto hangers.

She seemed to debate which one she wanted to wear, taking two out, both of them being black. One was a bodysuit lace piece and the other was also lace, but in a baby doll shape. "What do you think?" She asked him, holding them both up.

"I like the one of the right better," Steve said, gesturing with his head to the baby doll one.

"And why's that?" She pressed on. "Because it's more innocent looking?"

"If anything, it isn't," Steve disagreed. "The one on the left covers the majority of your upper body. Covers small pieces of your breasts and then your sides and back."

She looked at the baby doll lingerie and nodded. "You're right."

Bethany put the other piece away, hanging the lingerie up on the back of her vanity table chair. She finally started to undress herself, at a leisurely pace. She wasn't making a grand show of it, but was looking at herself in the vanity mirror, letting her fingers move across her body softly.

When she was finally naked, she pumped some lotion onto her hand and raised a leg, slathering her leg in the cream and rubbing it in, more seductively than Steve thought possible. She wasn't casting him careful or teasing looks, which made him realize that it didn't look like this was all for his benefit, but hers. Pumping more cream onto her hands, she moisturized her backside, arms, stomach and then her breasts. She spent the most amount of time on that area, massaging herself, carefully and tentatively pulling at her nipples. At one point, her head tilted backwards and she let out a quiet moan. Seeing her like that was setting his blood on fire. His heart started to beat heavily inside his chest and he could feel himself starting to get hard.

He jolted forward before stopping, remembering that he wasn't allowed to move, but that he really wanted to be the one with the exploring hands. Letting out a frustrated breath of air, he settled back down, watching as his wife pulled the panties off the neck of the hanger, looking at it for a moment before throwing it over her shoulder, deciding not to bother. She pulled the material onto her body, securing the piece together at the bust and looking at her reflection.

Fluffing her hair and pouting her lips out, she moved to stand beside the bed, getting on both knees and pulling something out from under the bed. First was the little black box she kept her vibrator in and then the second was a little paper bag. She placed them in between Steve's legs before heading back to her vanity and picking up her handheld mirror.

"What's in the bag?" Steve asked, eyeing it with suspicion.

"Oh, nothing for you," Bethany promised with a wave of her hand. She settled at the opposite side of the bed, by his feet. She placed the mirror beside her before opening the black box and taking the vibrator out and placing it beside the mirror. She grabbed the bag and pulled the first thing out, an egg bullet. "I just thought that I'd add some more excitement to this experience. Well, for me," Bethany explained matter-of-factly.

Steve opened his mouth to say something when she pulled nipple clamps out of the bag. "I'm not saying I'm going to use them all," Bethany continued, pulling out what Steve recognized as anal beads. "I just wanted to be prepared."

His mouth began to dry as she laid these object beside her, pushing the empty bag and box off the bed. She reached over to grab two pillows, placing them behind her before spreading her legs. Her core was already pink and glimmering. "Wha-What are you doing?" Steve asked, swallowing the lump caught in his throat.

Bethany placed the mirror up in a certain angle, touching her center and smiling at the mirror. "I'm going to play with myself and you're going to watch," Bethany said with a shrug.

"This is your idea of revenge?" Steve asked, trying to sound as if it was ridiculous, but it only came out as a whisper.

"This is how I'll torture you," Bethany explained with a sweet shrug that defied her current image. "You'll see me hit the heights of pleasure over and over again, and you'll just lie there. Hard. Needy. Desperate for me."

"T-that's it?" Steve found himself asking, but again, the words didn't come out as strong as he wanted them to. And by the look on Bethany's face, she knew that this would definitely be a special type of torture for Steve. There was also the part where he wasn't allowed to move, and he wanted to prove to them both that he could stay still.

"That's it," Bethany replied with an innocent smile before turning her gaze to the mirror. Her fingers started to trail on her inner legs, raking lines with her nails before they ghosted over her slit. Bethany let out a low and quiet moan, eyes never leaving the reflection of the mirror. Two fingers moved up and down, Bethany keeping her breathing even. Her fingers moved up to circle her clit, first lightly and slow and then quickening her pace and adding pressure.

Steve was in awe, watching as she moved her hand, her core contracting on occasion from the pleasure. For some reason, he was shocked that she knew how to work her body like this, but then realized that if he knew how to bring her to pleasure, then of course she did. When her pace picked up and Bethany began to let out whimpers and small 'oh God's, Steve became perfectly erected. Watching porn, or even just sex scenes in shows, always felt weird because it wasn't his wife, even though Bethany was right beside him every single time, showing that she was okay with it. But this… Steve really wanted some friction, to let the pleasure roll over him.

The need only increased when she picked up her pink vibrator, but instead of turning it on, she slipped it in deep inside her, a moan falling from her lips. In return, Steve couldn't hold his groan back, but Bethany didn't even look at him. She was too focused on the mirror, showing her what her body was capable of. With two fingers pressing against her clit, moving in a circular motion and the other hand gripping the end of the vibrator, as she slowly moved it. Her lip was pulled up into her teeth as she quickened her pace, her hips rocking into it.

Steve's breathing was heavier than Bethany's was, eyes wide and not blinking. His mouth was extremely dry and every time he moved his hands a little, with the automatic reaction to needing to lessen some of the strain, he groaned, remembering that he wasn't allowed to. It only got worse when Bethany picked up the egg bullet, turned it on and pressed it against her clit. She reacted immediately, letting out a loud and long groan, her mouth staying open as she momentarily forgot to breath.

Bethany's hands began to get erratic as her orgasm quickly built up. Sound after sound was echoing off the walls from her lips, and Steve wasn't sure if she was putting on a show, or if it was really that good. He watched, unable to breath at this point, as a full body orgasm washed over her body, her cries filling the room.

The room fell quiet for a minute when her orgasm came to an end, but little aftershocks making her body jolt as she collected her breath and sanity. She finally looked at him, having given him no attention as she worked her body. "You're sweating," she whispered, a tired smirk on her face. Steve opened his mouth to reply, but he couldn't. Nothing came to mind and nothing came out. "Had enough?"

She waited a few seconds for an answer, but when he didn't say anything, she gathered her strength and crawled over to him. Her wet and hot core brushed against his erection, Steve finally finding his voice, yelling 'shit' without even thinking.

"Language, Captain," Bethany teased, raising a seductive eyebrow. She rested her body on his stomach, her arousal coating his abs. She took a hold of his hands, raising them up and around her body before she laid down on him. Her face hovered above his, her nose touching his. Steve was trying to stifle his groans so that she wouldn't see how much she was affecting him, but he knew it was no use.

Her eyes were filled with mischief, that same twinkle that Howard's had all the time, the only difference being that hers were green. She lowered her lips to his, giving him a sweet kiss, pulling away despite Steve trying to keep her lips on his. Moving her lips down his face, she started to kiss his neck, the tip of her tongue dragging up and down, lips closing and sucking, teeth nipping… It wasn't where he wanted her lips, but it was doing wonders to him. She than began to move her hips against his body, her moans vibrating against his neck as she grinded her clit against his rock hard body.

Her breathing quickened faster than before, her moans becoming desperate whimpers. Steve was helpless to do anything to help her along, but she evidentially didn't need his help as another orgasm quickly overtook her. When she fell from her high, she laid still against his body and Steve had to crane his head to make sure that she wasn't asleep. He needed friction, attention, release.

This was her idea of torture for him, and she couldn't have been more right. He had watched her bring herself to heights he thought only he had the ability to get her to, all while not letting him allow himself to do the same. But he didn't want the same. After all of that, he needed to be buried deep in her, his lips tasting as much as he could, just wanting to reach that end, even if it wasn't as pleasurable as it could be. He just needed that. And now.

"Beth, I need you," he gasped, thinking about sliding in and out of her, her tight and wet center bringing him to immediate release.

She brought her head up, looking at him with a sly smile. "Do you now?"

"I let you come," Steve strangled to say.

"Yeah," Bethany allowed. "And it was amazing, and I wanted to moan. To scream. And I wasn't allowed to, was I?"

"Beth," he said slowly. "I'm begging you."

"Would you get on your knees and beg?" Bethany asked, her smile growing. "Will you continue to beg as you devour my cunt? Huh?"

Steve swallowed hard, nodding slowly. "If that's what will make us even."

Bethany thought about it for a moment, slipping out from his tied arms, opening her bedside table and taking out her pocket knife, cutting the ropes binding his wrists together. Steve quickly shot up, pinning Bethany under him and plunging into her, an inhuman sound coming from him. It felt so good, just being buried deep within her, his body holding her in place, regaining his lost control.

Bethany looked shocked at his actions, and had let out a loud cry of protest as he quickly pushed into her. "Steve," she gasped, horror on her face as Steve relished just how perfect it felt inside of her. "Condom."

Steve swore again, realization quickly washing over him. This time, Bethany didn't tease him.


**A/N: If I failed, merely tell me just to stick to what I can do already. My feelings won't be hurt, I promise!

Cleo9427: Nah, his first word will have a lot of impact on things.

FeliciaFelicis: The party scene will be a chapter and a bit! I have so many ideas :)

Jo: I've been boiling up ideas on "language" for months! My sisters and I yell it whenever anyone swears.

annonymouscsifan: WHAT? OH MY GOD! I'M SO FLATTERED. That's actually amazing :) Well, I hope she continues to like it. Sorry Ever After is the best out of the three, and I'm completely fine with that.