TC Stark: Here it is, people, the moment (I think) You have all been waiting for! Thank you to all my amazing reviewers! It means so much to me you took the time to read my stuff and actually review. I am glad you guys liked the turn I took in bringing Tilda back. I had never any intentions of keeping her deceased, but...it initially just made for really good sadness lol Lemon ahead!

Disclaimer: If anyone has read my "Whatever Time We Have Left" story, I am reusing Tilda. I found with that story that I never developed her properly, so I'm revamping her - giving her a fresh coat of wax and throwing her into this story. Also, as much as I love the Cap, I've realized (in my head) she is much better suited in this AU, as this is a Pietro/OC story (with small parts of Cap/Black Widow because they're my OTP). This story is rated M for mature content, such as sex, violence, death, language, etc. I try not to ever be too vulgar, but also don't believe in censorship. This story deals with the serious issues of a fatal medical condition, so there's that. I do not own anyone, except Tilda and my ideas.

Chapter Fifteen

Tilda wrapped her arms around Pietro, closing the gap between their lips. The Sokovian's hands encircled her waist, pulling her flush against his body while deepening the kiss. Somehow, it felt different than any other time in the past. Both parties could feel the rejuvenation that the telekinetic felt inside of her. It brought this beautiful energy into the picture that was being transferred back and forth through their connection.

Pietro's frame gently pushed Tilda's back up against the wall, feeling their fronts curve into each other. They had held each other plenty of times. Over the past month or so, she felt ninety-five percent of her day had been spent in bed, with the Sokovian cuddling her. But, this was different. In the past, him being so close eased her mind. Calmed her. Right now, it was warming her and waking up every one of her senses.

Sinking his hips into hers, the friction of his slight gyrating motions pulled at the towel covering her body. Not that he hadn't seen her nude before - being the one to find her in the shower when she had lost sight. Tilda felt different in that moment. She could feel the barrier falling down and could have very well used her powers to keep it up, but didn't. Though nervous, she felt her breath hitch as she became exposed for him to see.

Not breaking the kiss, Pietro flung the towel out of the way and scooped his lover up in his arms. He could feel her nude, toned skin in his hands and wanted nothing more than to explore her. If Tilda had wanted, he would have never pushed her into a sexual relationship, but knowing she wanted it, and her having even requested it, he could feel a fire erupting in his belly that needed to be sated.

Laying her down on the bed, Pietro pulled back to observe the woman below him. Slightly out of breath, Tilda's ample chest rose gently up and down. They were round and fit perfectly into the palm of his hand, firm yet soft and he could see her nipples already hardening from excitement.

Tilda didn't have just tattoos on her arm, but littered around her body. Pietro thought they only highlighted her toned body and made her curves even more enticing for him. Her green eyes watched his gaze, gauging how he felt about what he saw, "Do you like what you see?" She decided to ask; not so much for vanity, but for confirmation sake.

"I do not like," Pietro huskily breathed, coating her body while moving his lips to her neck, "I love what I see."

His deep, accented words sent a chill down her spine, sparking excitement between her legs as she felt Pietro attack her neck. Tilda tensed only for a moment, before her body opened up for him. The feel of his mouth sucking at her skin made her head dizzy, arching her back uncontrollably - as if he was the master of her movements; controlling the strings.

Pulling away, Pietro quickly grabbed his shirt and pulled it up over his head, flinging it to the side. Tilda's hand went to reach for his chest, but the man ducked down before she could. Nipping her collarbone, he bent down to begin kissing at her full breasts, flicking his tongue lightly at one pert nipple.

Tilda cooed at the sensation, lifting her arms above her head as Pietro kissed along the curve of her breast. His left hand reached to cup the other, kneading the flesh gently as he took her dusty point into his mouth. He could feel her legs shaking slightly, but what he didn't know was why. He didn't know that she was feeling like maybe this was wrong. Maybe humans weren't meant to do this.

As his teeth played with her nipple, she quickly changed her mind. Pulling the flesh slightly, Pietro turned to give the same attention to the other breast. Tilda could feel warmth rising within her, twisting slightly under him as the new experience played out before her. The Sokovian was doing all of the worked - appreciating every inch of her body. His full lips kissing down in between her beautiful mounds and reaching her hipbone.

When Pietro scooped up the orange haired woman's firm, round ass and went to move her legs, Tilda got up onto her elbows, "Pietro…"

Looking up from his position, Pietro smiled while gently bringing her leg so to hang off of his shoulder, "Do not worry, apel'sin."

With her heart practically thumping in her throat, Tilda watched as Pietro's attention moved down to the flower in between her legs. She had never been more aware of her sex than in that moment, wanting nothing more than to shut her legs and move away from him. Perhaps it was a good thing that one of the side effects from the experiments and radiation was a lack of hair from the waist down. It didn't really need to be said what Dr. Stygar had intended for her daughter once the right age was reached.

Reaching out, Pietro gently fanned her intimate lips to get a full view of her flower. The moment Tilda felt him touch her most private part, she jerked slightly, but relaxed when she heard him humming softly. It was slightly nerve wracking, but once she felt the wet surface of the man's tongue slide up her slit, she wasn't nervous anymore.

As Pietro sunk his face further into the telekinetic's warm flower, his hand reached up to knead at her left breast. His tongue ran up her slit, tasting her womanly aroma and drowning in her sweet scent. Tilda's sex heated up with every flick against her now throbbing clitoris, stimulating her in a way she had never been before.

Sucking gently on her engorged bud, Pietro used his free hand to slip down her inner thigh and run up to the bottom of her opening. With his help and her being aroused, Tilda had become wet and he took a moment to smear her sticky fluid across her sex before sticking a finger inside. Though coated plenty in her bodily lubricant, the virgin winced slightly before being lulled back into an intoxicated stupor.

While adding a second digit, Pietro's assault on her clit sped up and Tilda found herself bucking slightly. She was drowning in the pool of desire, overwhelmed with the new feeling, and not prepared for what was next. Toes curling, she clutched onto the bedsheets and whined, "P-Pietro!"

With his hand on her abdomen, Pietro kept her still while continuing his duel attack on her womanhood. Pumping two fingers inside the wet and wanting hole, he made sure to scissor the plush walls with every flick of his tongue. Even without his abilities, he knew he was intuned enough with her body to make her putty in his hands.

Closing her eyes, Tilda felt the start of something brewing inside her. With the constant stimulation and the pumping of his manly fingers, her body began involuntarily bucking. It struck her that she was having an orgasm. Her first orgasm. And it was a beautiful explosion of uncontrollable bliss and twisting mayhem that practically blinded her and tightened the muscles in her stomach.

Tilda's legs lifted and her body curled, as Pietro continued, screaming, "Pietro! Pietro! Fuck!"

Satisfied by her reaction, Pietro finally stopped his attack on her sex. He could feel her body finally relaxing, plopping back down on the bed, as she breathed heavily. The Sokovian placed one final kiss onto her bud, before pecking gently at her inner thighs. He could have stayed there forever, drinking in her wonderful scent.

Taking in a deep breath, Pietro crawled on top of the exhausted superhuman. Her chest was still flushed and she was still trying to catch her breath. With a smile, he brushed back her orange hair and placed a loving kiss on her lips. Tilda could taste her womanhood on his mouth and it strangely aroused her, as if breathing new life into her spent body. Despite having just climaxed, she wrapped her arms around his neck, wanting more. Wanting to be closer than before.

Running her hands through his full locks, Tilda tilted her head to receive the softly kiss Pietro placed upon her lips, "Are you ready for more?" He asked sweetly, placing small pecks on her mouth.

Mindlessly nodding, Tilda smoothed her hands over his chiseled chest and bit her lower lip, "You have no idea how long I've waited for this."

A beautiful smile came over Pietro's face, pushing his lips against hers before sitting up. Before he was able to reach down and begin undoing his pants, Tilda started for him. Only with her powers, which did admittedly freak the Sokovian out for a moment, before he started laughing gently. It was actually exciting to watch the zipper being slowly pulled down by unseen forces. Even his length twitched in excitement.

With their eyes connected, Pietro pushed his pants down and kicked the article of clothing off onto the floor. Tilda's gaze was locked onto his erect staff, standing up with the smallest amount of pre-cum glistening at the tip. Though not having really seen a penis up close and personal, she still knew that he was blessed in both length and width.

Tilda felt her hand being picked up and she didn't particularly pay attention, until her fingers were being wrapped around the firm manhood. Eyes wide, she looked up at the grinning Pietro who glided her grip up and down his length. He wanted her to get used to him, to know that it was a tool of pleasure and not pain.

Lust and need were filling Tilda's eyes, as Pietro bent over her body, pushing her further into the bed. Taking one hand into his, he laced his fingers with her and held it above her head as his other hand reached down to lift her smooth leg and wrap it around his waist. She could feel the tip so close to her entrance, gulping as she knew she needed it and needed it now.

"Do it. Please."

Kissing her once more, Pietro dipped his hips down and felt her warm slit catch the head of his staff. He could hear her breath hitch, but with his comforting words she eased so to take the tip pushing further into her wet void. Feeling how tight she was even caused him to groan, keeping himself up as he held her close to his body.

Holding onto him, Tilda pulled her mouth away from his to relish in the maddening sensation of being deflowered. Pietro pushed forward and she could feel her walls stretching, arching her back until he was comfortably seated to the hilt. It was a blur of feeling satisfied, pushed to her limits, and hedonistic all at the same time. It was new, intrusive, her nerve endings all stimulated. Throbbing. Wanting more.

"Are you okay?" The runner kindly asked, seeing Tilda wordlessly nod.

Scooping Tilda's behind up with his free arm, Pietro held the telekinetic close as he began moving his hips. When his girth began shifting back and forth inside of her that was when her world was thrown into chaos. Green eyes wide, she keened in wanton abandon as his thick organ pressed against every nerve ending.

When Pietro felt Tilda loosen up, he freely rotated his hips to pump in and out of the snug opening. The Sokovian's lovemaking was passionate and intense, but as much as her wet walls drove him mad, he made sure to be careful. They could both be argued that the other was more durable than a normal human being, but this was still her first time and he didn't want to hurt her.

Threading her fingers through his wild hair, Tilda panted hard with each thrust inwards. His strokes were long. He would practically pull himself all the way out, before guiding himself back in. Over and over. The ride was just as good as the jab against her cervix, sending shocks of excitement all up and down her spine. He may have been called Quicksilver, but his sex was sensual and drawn out. For that moment they slowed down and had a piece of heaven, at least that's what it felt like to her.

Tilda was a fast learner, and with her one leg wrapped around his waist, she ran her hands across his own firm buttocks and began bucking upwards. Pietro grinned at the response, bowing down to suck at her neck as he pulled her up closer to him. His body was practically hunched over hers, tilting her hips up more to sit in his lap so he was thrusting as deep as he could into her.

Grabbing onto her breast, Pietro grunted lustfully into her ear, "Keep moaning, my love, I want to hear my name on your tongue."

"I...have. No. Idea...what you said." Tilda panted hard, gritting her teeth as their hips slapped against each other in a repetitive fashion.

Holding her forehead, the man wordlessly sucked at her jawline while swinging his hips into hers. With every thrust inwards, Pietro could feel his cock throbbing. Tilda hugged him so tightly and warm, making it hard for him to think. He loved the small slapping sounds of their bodies crashing against each other. The feel of her juices coating his manhood. The way she gripped onto his ass for support. Sweat was wetting the tips of his hair, but he didn't care. His body was a machine, plummeting into the vast sea of passion, love, and lust.

It was when her nails scraped at the back of his neck that Pietro rammed hard, long strokes into Tilda until he felt his orgasm rushing out of him. Thrusting in as much as he could, the Sokovian pulled out before his seed spilled onto the sheets below them. The sudden removal had her gasping for air, reaching down to cup her sex as if she were afraid of something falling out; like him not being there anymore was unnatural.

Pietro held his manhood in his hand, gasping as his fluids seemed to still be spilling out, wondering how long it truly had been since he last had sex. Perhaps he should have been smarter and used protection, but he was glad that he didn't. Glad that he was able to feel that physical connection with her, and luckily he had pulled out just in time.

Tilda was still panting, going to close her legs and still holding her core. Letting go of his softening staff, Pietro cupped his lover's cheeks and asked, "Are you hurt, Tilda?"

In a daze, she shook her head while reaching up to cup her free hand over one of his, "No...no...I've...I've never felt better in my whole life…" That was when tears began to form in her eyes, gripping onto his fingers and tiredly whispering, "Thank you...for everything."

"You do not have to thank me for anything," Pietro assured her, carefully picking her up so they could both lay down on the soiled sheets. Keeping Tilda close in his arms, he kissed her forehead lovingly and promised, "Never."