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WARNING: SMUTSMUTSMUT You perverts.
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SSC
December 14 2013 was a important date for Steve Rogers. Well he wasn't expecting it to be an important date, but he knew it was their twentieth date and every single one of them had been amazing.
It was a freezing that Saturday night. The air was arctic when the date had begun and got even colder by the time they left the restaurant. Steve had to help Olivia into her thick, black, cotton coat, which was a shame because he loved the way she looked in the red dress she wore that night.
Her dress was a popping, candy apple red with little prints of white wild flowers. The neckline of the dress was the gathered ends from the shoulder down her chest and fell down her breast bone in a draping V neck. The sleeves were short and the skirts of the dressed reached just above her knees.
She blended well with the Christmas decorations that hung at every street corner and shop.
Steve noticed how her classy yet sensual appearance had grabbed a few curious gazes with in the restaurant, mainly the single men that sat at the bar.
Steve never considered himself to be a guy that acted on his jealous, but it didn't hurt to keep her close that night.
They took their usual walk down Central Park after dinner, that's when Steve spotted the carriage rides and couldn't but be a little excited by them. Olivia rolled her eyes and muttered tourist under her breath like ever the annoyed New Yorker. But Steve had managed to coax her into the carriage with his large pleading blue eyes and pouting lips.
He felt a little powerful knowing that his puppy eyed looks easily melted her into submission.
They took the carriage ride all the way to her apartment. Steve had thoroughly enjoyed the views of Central Park and listening to the gentle gallops of the horse that took them. Olivia was pointing to various places they passed, sharing stories of funny moments that occurred, most of them starred Charlie and Claire. Steve was equally motivated to tell her tales about Bucky and him and their short adventures.
He loved sharing his history with her, it was easy. Ever since their time in North Carolina that Thanksgiving weekend, they had gotten closer, more intimate. Olivia didn't try to hide her emotions from him anymore and Steve began to bring down the walls in his mind, brick by brick.
Steve was escorting her up the steps to her apartment, all the while Olivia was telling him story of this one time she was trying to feed some pigeons, and squirrels kept trying to steal the food.
"I kid you not, that squirrel nodded at me." She stated indignantly while shuffling through her coat pocket for her keys.
"It's probably because you threw bread at it." Steve murmured fondly while leaning against the frame of her door.
"You don't know okay, squirrels are evil." She objected crossly and then sniffled from a sudden itch in her nose. Steve's mirthful gaze softened pityingly when she wrinkled her slightly pinked nose.
Steve hoped it wasn't his insistence on taking the carriage ride that had further worsened her sinuous.
"Sorry I ruined the carriage ride with my damn nose. I didn't think I would get into another sneezing fit." She uttered repentantly, making his heart squeeze in his chest.
"No Olivia its fine really. I am sorry it was so cold out."
"You can apologize for the America's Government but you don't have to apologize for its weather, Cap." She joked lightly pulling at the lapels of his leather jacket.
"I hope my sentence fragments were understandable." She added unsurely.
"Nah." Steve grinned, his sea blue eyes glittering enticingly.
"The view was nice." He flirted.
"Right back at ya." She winked.
Steve smiled and studied her flushed cheeks and red nose concernedly.
"Is it always so bad when you get your allergies?" He asked apprehensively.
"Yeah but I took a antihistamine so I'll be alright. I am actually feeling better right now." She insisted shrugging with a carefree ease.
"Really?" He asked hesitantly stepping closer to her.
"Your nose is bright red." He noted reaching out for her face.
"Well at least it matches my...dress." She was taken back when Steven gently cupped the side of her face. She stood unresponsive for a moment and waited, wondering what he was up to. Steve had his gaze concentrated on her burning nose, his brows were crinkled in worry. He pressed the tip of his thumb to the edge of her nose and then raised his stare to hers.
Steve had pure intentions, honest. But the moment her honey brown eyes snagged his, he was breathless with longing. He found himself leaning in and Olivia didn't turn away.
Their lips met, it was a light at first but the meeting alone caused a spark between them. Olivia didn't understand, he was such a timid kisser before but as they went on more dates the bolder he grew. Steve was still a gentleman, always waiting till she initiated the kiss even though she had been shamelessly hinting at him to kiss her all night. But not tonight, tonight, he kissed her and her body reacted in the more curious of ways.
It was like his lips alone had lit her skin on fire. His kiss seduced her and her whole body went rising towards him. His touch was no longer tentative and delicate, he buried his fingers in her hair and pressed into her. She tumbled back a little and her back thumped against the wooden door.
She raised her arms and wrapped them around his broad shoulders, clinging to him as they continued to kiss. Her heart pounded against her chest and lungs burned in protest but she didn't want to stop.
Steve didn't know what possessed him. He assumed it was the buildup, she looked too beautiful that entire evening in her cute red dress. All he thought about was kissing and touching her but the night had taken a turn for the heated. He couldn't believe he was the one that initiated it, but he knew he didn't want to stop.
Someone cleared their throat behind them.
They broke apart, flushed and panting.
"Mrs. Goldman." Olivia stuttered out in alarm and Steve immediately looked over his shoulder. It was Olivia's sixty year old neighbor. The women was dressed in her pink night robe and still had matching curlers in her graying hair. Her eyes were narrowed dangerously behind moon rimmed spectacles. But at the sight of Olivia's flustered face her expression immediately softened.
"Ah it's just you two. I thought it was that boy Tom again." The older woman stated softly.
"Just us, sorry if we disturbed you." Olivia murmured guiltily while nervously tugging at her dress.
"Oh nonsense, I should be the one apologizing, don't mind me." Mrs. Goldman said with a dismissive wave of her hand. Steve expected her to retreat to her room but the woman continued to stand there, watching him. Steve was peeved by this. Wordlessly he turned his attention back to his date.
"I should probably go." He forced out softly.
"Okay." She murmured haplessly. Steve stared at her struggling to make a decision. It was hard to when she looked so damn ravishing with her messy curls, swollen lips and pinked cheeks. She didn't object despite the glittering uncertainty in her eyes and Steve couldn't very well force himself in.
He turned slightly ,ready to leave when she abruptly grabbed him at the forearm.
"Unless...you want to come in for a cup of tea?" She suggested. Steve sighed in relief and smiled.
"Yeah, okay."
"Great." She grinned bashfully.
She clumsily opened the door and Steve smiled at her before stepping in.
"Well it's damn about time." He heard Mrs. Goldman chide just as Olivia was about to close the door.
"Good night, Mrs. Goldman." Olivia bit back from behind Steve. His ears were reddening, mortified from the old woman's encouragement.
"Stay safe child!" Were her last haunting words as Olivia slammed the door shut and leaned back into it. Steve whirled around to face her and she was chagrinned.
"Sorry about her." She mumbled shyly tucking back a strand of her tousled hair.
"It's fine." He insisted even though he was completely anxious.
"So I'll get started on that tea." She announced to dismiss the awkward air. She shrugged off her coat before hanging it on a nearby peg. She hastily slipped off her boots and socks and stood barefoot on the floor boards.
Steve watched as she breezed past him into the kitchen, The skirts of her dress twitching around her legs at each rushed stride.
"I should have offered you coffee, you like coffee more don't you?" She asked soundly as she cornered the kitchen counter and clicked on the electric kettle.
Steve decided to take off his shoes and socks off as well and lined them neatly by the door. He had considered leaving his socks on but for some reason he felt it would be more comfortable to walk around barefoot. The air was toasty within her apartment, so why not?
"I actually don't mind that lemon tea you make, it's really refreshing." He answered, joining her in the kitchen area. He noticed Anakit's absence, but then he spotted feline curled up and slumbering peacefully on his tiny velveteen bed, by the window.
"I can do that. Lemon clears up my sinuses—" She froze mid sentence, flinching apologetically as she glanced at him guiltily.
"That's not the right thing to say to a date." She mumbled regretfully under her breath.
Steve beamed, amused by her lovable ways.
"It's fine, Olli. I don't mind." He insisted, taking a seat on the stool by the breakfast counter.
"Does anything I do freak you out?" She asked from within the pantry, her hands posed on her waist.
"Not really." He said after a moment of thought. Olivia was busy rummaging the cupboards above her stove for the lemon tea packet box, her back turned to him. She found it and picked out two tea bags before placing them into individual mugs.
"Although that time when I met you on the bridge did stop my heart a little." He added jokingly.
"Oh my heart stopped when I saw you too, believe me." She declared as she placed the ceramic mugs on the surface in front of him.
"Really?" He inquired smiling faintly.
"Hell yeah, have you seen your handsome face in the rain?" She retorted, joining him on the other side of the counter. She didn't take a seat and instead leaned back into the opposite bench, facing him. After all she was waiting for the kettle boil, no pointing sitting down.
"That was a fortunate setting, highlighted those eyes of your beautifully." She murmured dreamily, fluttering her eyelashes up at him.
Steve met her doting gaze, charmed by her words. She blinked pensively.
"I uh, that didn't sound too objectifying did it?" She wondered out loud.
"No." He murmured his voice deep with longing.
"Great." She grinned.
The kettle in their background had begun to bubble to a low simmer.
Steve's sea-blue eyes observed her pretty face, wordlessly scanning the frame of her thick glasses. He wanted to take them off and couldn't resist the temptation. He raised his hands, hesitantly reaching for her face.
"Can I?" He asked, awaiting permission.
"Yeah." She smiled.
Steve gently pinched the top corners of her frames and delicately pulled them away from her profile. He succeeded in his task of taking them off and carefully folded the stems before placing them on the counter. Olivia blinked rapidly, adjusting to her slightly blurred vision. She was near-sighted and luckily her poor vision didn't distort Steve's handsome face.
He smiled at the sight of her slightly narrowed ended eyes, happy that he got to see the full beauty of her honey brown orbs without any obstructions.
"You know when I first imagined kissing you I thought they would get in the way. But they don't, not as much as I thought." He confessed.
"You thought about kissing me?" She inquired flattered and fascinated by his declaration.
"All the time." He then paused to reflect on his carefree admission.
"That's not to objectifying is it?" Steve had asked a serious question, but when Olivia eyed him with those glittering honey brown eyes of hers. His doubt slipped away. She leaned in towards him. Steve was caught under the intimate glow in her gaze.
She smiled radiantly and said "I don't think you can be objectifying even if you tried."
Steve had to agree there was truth in her words, but he had trouble voicing this when all he could think about was kissing her. She echoed his desire and her gaze dropped to his full lips.
Steve took the initiative and leaned in. Olivia mimicked his actions and their lips met. The kiss started tentatively but the moment she cupped his face in her hands, Steve grew bolder.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his palms onto her back, pulling her closer. She stepped into his embrace, between his legs, eagerly returning his kiss.
Steve felt dizzy from her kisses. He didn't know if it was the lack of oxygen or the pure passion that their bodies emitted, he did know he didn't want to stop. Holding her in his arms, chests pressed together, it felt right.
His heart was pounding loudly, the throb echoed between his ears. Steve sensed a change in her when her kisses grew hungrier. Her touch moved down his firm chest and curved under the lapels of the jacket, determined to feel more.
Steve obliged and released her for a moment to shed his coat, but their lips were still attached. He removed the offending piece of clothing urgently, before enveloping her in his arms again.
The intense need that had been slowly building inside him for her, was finally ready to break free. But he never realized how much she wanted him. Her lips left his and began to trail down his jaw, his lungs burned from the hot kiss.
He didn't want to stop, the rush felt too good. Taking a deep lungful of air, he leaned in for her mouth again. Steve knew she was amused by his enthusiasm because he felt the curve of her mouth against his. He was a little aware of his burning cheeks, moderately embarrassed by his desire, but at the same time he was unapologetic.
But when she palmed down the length of his chiseled chest, that's when a alertness hit. He had never gone beyond kissing fervently with Olivia. He knew the moments were leading up to this. He wanted to be with her tonight, but she was a lot more confident in the department than he was.
He didn't want her to have any high expectations of him when he felt like he had no idea what he was doing. Steve knew he had to be honest and set aside his pride.
His eyes swept open when her kisses moved down his jaw line. He gulped, parched and nervous when she nuzzled the span of his throat and then began to nibble on the heated skin.
"Olivia." His voice was strained from the pleasure.
She stilled and raised her gaze to his. Her cheeks were flushed adorably and she stared up at him with eyes misted in desire.
"Yeah?" She acknowledged her tone equally raspy.
Steve met her questioning stare for a moment before apprehensively lowering his gaze.
"There is something you should know."
"Yes?" She asked giving him her full attention, her hands steady on his lap.
Steve looked deep into her wide, soulful eyes and struggled to find the words. How was he going to explain himself ? It felt so humiliating but most of all he was worried about how she was going to react.
He nervously palmed the back of his neck, then there was a sudden itch on the top of his hair line and the colour of his pants was unexpectedly fascinating to look at.
"I um, I've never uh—It's been a while since-well not a while that would mean I had-I just haven't..."
"Steve?" She called kindly, seizing his speech jumble. His attention shot to her.
"Yeah?" He murmured, caught under the doting glimmer in her eye.
"I know." She whispered softly. He was confused at first but when he witnessed the patient understanding in her eyes, it dawned on to him that she knew what his incoherent rambling was leading to.
"How?" He asked still anxious. His tense posture relaxing a little as his hands dropped to his lap.
She smiled and shrugged modestly.
"Well I kind of had an idea." She confessed her, her fingers consciously traced his wrists. "It was a little hard to come to the conclusion being who you are but at the same time, it makes sense. Your past, the war...Peggy."
She raised her gaze to his and Steve stared back wordlessly. A cloud of despair took over her glowing eyes and she gripped him around the base of his thumb.
"For a man with time you didn't really get enough right?"
He chagrinned under her insightful, compassionate words.
"That's a good way to word it." He murmured placing his hand over hers and finding comfort in her warmth.
"Me saying it would have been awkward." He admitted raising his blue eyes to her pretty face. She grinned, her cheeks dimpling. She shook her head in a adoring, dismissive way.
"Well you are adorable when you are flustered." She insisted but then lowered her gaze for a moment, conflicted by her thoughts.
"Are you sure you want to?" She asked uncertainly."With me?"
He stared into the youthful vulnerability in her eyes and wondered how she could even ask such a question. She was all he thought about, all he wanted. He wanted her to be a hundred percent assured.
"I think I waited long enough." He said, reaching out and tentatively settling his hands on her hips. "and I'll always want to do anything and everything with you."
Olivia eyes widened, utterly stunned by his confession. She was expecting a yes, not such a heartfelt declaration. She couldn't look away from his bright blue eyes, so intense with emotion that she felt her eyes prickle a little.
Her gaze dropped to his lips, they were swollen and temptingly pink from her kisses. Unable to resist, she leaned in and he slanted up, seeking her mouth.
Their lips met and that spark returned in tenfold. When they pulled away they were equally breathless, panting hard and fast. Steve stared at her expectantly with wide, shivering eyes, echoing her hunger.
She slide her hand down to slip her fingers into his. Holding his gaze, she began to pull him towards her bedroom while walking back.
He followed, mute from both the raging desire and slight nervousness. But the tension melted away under the spotlight of her kind honey eyes. She smiled, distracting him to the point where he hadn't even realized they had entered her room.
She turned away for a moment to close the door before gazing upon him again. She grinned in that mischievously adorable way that Steve just couldn't resist.
He reeled her in with a swift tug and kissed her. She smiled against his mouth, a light giggle smothered in the kiss.
As they kissed feverishly, Steve began to walk back slowly, pulling her along. The bed remained behind him, untouched and inviting.
Her palms smoothed down his chest. Steve tensed when her hands slipped under his shirt and moved up his skin. Her hands were warm but against his flesh it felt cold, foreign until he relaxed into her touch.
Olivia waited for him to get accustomed before continuing her journey up his abdomen, pushing the material up as she did.
It felt good, Steve was pretty sure he was melting under her touch. The way she lightly traced the angles of his strong body, the way she moved her mouth to his jaw.
Her hands unbuckled the belt of his jeans without even glancing down once. When she pulled away the belt from being gathered around his trim waist, he was eager to get out of them. His trousers felt tight and constricting, for obvious reasons.
His hands made their way to her back, feeling around till he found what he was looking for, the metal tail of the zip. He paused for a moment, waiting for the trembling in his hands to stop. When the tremors lessened, he began to slowly pull down at the fastener.
The metal teeth parted obediently as the material slackened around her shoulders. The zipper was no longer an obstacle, all he had to do was tug and the dress would slip down her body. But Steve was hesitant, nervous and his hands were still shaking.
The back of his legs bumped against the edge of the bed, distracting him. In that moment Olivia had unbuttoned his jeans and tugged at the waistband. Steve smiled bashfully at the playful glimmer in her eyes and shimmied out of his pants. He pushed them down the material pooled around his long feet. He stepped out of them and nudged them aside before looking to her again.
Olivia smiled and captured his lips once more. Despite standing in his boxers with just his t-shirt on. Steve didn't feel that conscious about it, not when Olivia was great at occupying his mind with her drugging kisses.
She lightly pushed at his chest and he got the hint and allowed his body to fall back so he was sitting on the edge of the bed.
Steve stiffened a little when she straddled his lap between her warm, soft thighs. Her hands were a lot steadier against his face as she kissed him lovingly, molding their lips together.
He tentatively placed his hands on her waist, the chiffon material of her dress felt coarse and bothersome. He wanted to feel skin and he didn't know how to ask. Should I just take off the dress? I mean I did pull down the zip, why don't I just take it off?
"Are you being respectful or just nervous?" She murmured against his lips. Steve's eyelashes swept open and he looked to find her peering down at him.
"What do you mean?" He asked, pulling back an inch. She grinned while lovingly caressing his face with her thumbs.
"I mean.." Her gaze darted to his arms for a second before looking to him again. "Your hands are still on my hips."
Her observation made his ears redden to a burning intensity. Steve was suddenly extremely aware of the surface of his finger tips. Sure enough they were curved at her shapely hips, steady and unmoving.
"Oh." He flexed his fingers a little, to test if they still had movement. His eyes shifted about nervously, struggling to come to a decision.
"Should they not be?" He wondered out loud. Olivia blinked and them gave him an amused look of incredulity. The Captain's blush deepened, seeing the implication in his words.
"I just realized that was a stupid thing to ask." He admitted mainly to himself. Olivia heard and her grin widened.
"You are so cute." She murmured and pressed her forehead against his. He was surprised by the contact and gazed deep into her eyes again. She smiled and kissed him once more, seducing him into another drugging meeting of mouths.
Steve felt the tension in his body melt away and he almost didn't feel the sudden shifting of her posture. Her lips left him for a moment and Steve was awakened by the brush of a coarse material against his palms.
His eyes swept open and he looked to find Olivia clutching at the edge of her skirts. His heart raced in anticipation. Steve stared in wonder as she peeled the garment upward, tugging the material over her hips, her stomach, her breasts and then finally over her head.
He hardly paid attention to where she neglected the dress to, his attention was drawn in by her body.
He caught his breath and his pupils dilated in desire.
She was lovely. Round shoulders connected to long flowing limbs, soft smooth skin that was a slightly tan complexion. His worshipful gaze moved to her black, lace bra. Her breasts were small, palm sized and he wanted to measure them against his hands.
His lust began to build to a throbbing intensity he hadn't experienced before.
He wanted to touch her but at the same time he didn't want to overwhelm her with his passion. To feel her soft, warm skin, to stroke his hands down her shapely figure and to her strong thighs, just to pull her close and feel all of her.
She shifted a little and Steve looked to her face again. Her hair was tousled adorably and her face was pinked from his shameless ogling. She grinned in that brave way when she was trying to hide how truly embarrassed she was.
Then finally, she said the words he did not know he had been longing to here until that moment.
"I'm all yours, Steve."
The cage he had placed on himself was abruptly unlocked.
He gathered her face in his hands and kissed her with all the trembling love he held for her. Olivia was surprised by the passion at first, but then she quickly sunk into the kiss.
Her hands moved in a frenzied pace to strip him of his t-shirt . Steve lifted his arms above his head, granting her permission but too selfish to release her from his kiss. She smiled against his mouth, delighted by his enthusiasm.
The offending material was off and her hands immediately felt to his chest. Her pace slowed dramatically and she palmed the breadth of his body like a blind man reading Braille.
Gentle, loving and exploratory, her finger tips traced the corded lines of his collar bone and then down his pectorals. She accidently brushed over his hardened nipple and Steve bit back a moan from the sudden jolt of pleasure.
Olivia felt his shudder and pressed into his lips, her tongue diving into his tongue, tasting him expertly.
Steve felt like fire was dancing beneath his flesh and the flame travelled everywhere she explored his body. She stopped kissing him to move her warm, wet lips down the length of his neck. Steve relaxed into her affection as his hands explored her in turn, braving away from her hips and up her sides and kneading her flesh.
"Aw crap." She suddenly groaned into the nape of his neck.
"What-" He slurred inching back in a snail, dazed pace. His blue eyes were alive with concern, his brows creased in worry.
"What's wrong?" He demanded, focusing his bleary gaze onto his girlfriend.
Olivia looked to him from beneath her inky lashes, her cheeks flushed as she worried her plump, lower lip.
"I don't have any condoms." She confessed reluctantly. "I mean I am not the type to jump the gun and I didn't know how you felt about the whole thing, I didn't want to assume. "
"Oh. That makes sense." Steve mused thoughtfully, smiling to reassure her. But then his eyebrows raised in a sudden discovery.
"I think I have one."
She turned scarlet, her brows lifting "You do?"
"Yeah." He exclaimed happily not seeing how odd his declaration was. But then it slowly dawned on to him from the sight of Olivia's bewildered expression.
"I didn't assume anything." He stuttered out hastily.
"It's just Stark wanted to make a joke about it and hide one in my wallet, something about being prepared." He explained with a demure heave of his shoulders. "Well he wasn't wrong."
"Wow, never thought I'd be thankful for Tony Stark, cause the thought of having to stop now is really depressing." She sighed, eyeing his body longingly.
"I have to agree." Steve admitted quietly, his face reddening.
"My wallet is in my pants." He said spotting the neglected clothing on the floor, by his feet.
Olivia easily reached down and picked his pocket and pulled out the hefty, brown leather skinned wallet. Steve was smiling, delighted by how casual it all was. Olivia flipped open the case and then paused a little to admire the Polaroid he had of the two of them. It was the picture they had taken on their Aquarium date. Olivia smiled fondly and then resumed her task of searching for the condom.
Steve instructed her that it was within the flap behind the credit cards. She finally found it and pinched the package out. It was wrapped in a gleaming, silver, square, foil. But what struck her the most was the large familiar logo upon the item.
"Wow, Stark condoms?" She breathed in disbelief as Steve tossed his wallet back onto the floor.
"This is so weird." She laughed while gripping the ends of the wrapper. "Tonight's rump in the sack sponsored by Stark Industries."
Steve chuckled, his shoulders trembling in mirth at her humorous low, mocking, voice.
"I'll tell him you said that." He uttered, breathlessly. She smiled and then ripped into the foil. She pulled out the clear, ring shaped, plastic sheath and Steve stared at it, paling.
He struggled to decide how to go about putting it on. He supposed she would have to climb off him so he could remove his underpants. The awkwardness of it made him want to crawl up into a hole and hide from the world.
Steve was about to nervously accept the condom from her hand when she uttered the words he was not expecting.
"Can I?"
Steve's wide eyed gaze immediately locked on her. Was she serious? From the poise she expressed he didn't doubt the validity.
"O-Okay." He stammered out and cursed himself for sounding so clumsy.
Olivia truly pitied Steve's anxiety, the man looked terrified. She was determined to ease him. Hiding the condom in a clenched fist for a moment, she captured his mouth with hers. Steve stiffened, not expecting the kiss at first but then he slowly eased into it.
Olivia had succeeded in distracting him with her kiss. She traced her hands down his chest like before until she reached the lining of his briefs. She trailed her kisses down the length of his gorgeous neck. His eyes were pinched shut as he enjoyed her affections. Then, ever so gently, she tugged at the hem of his briefs.
Steve understood the gesture.
Olivia wordlessly climbed off him. He sat, frazzled and confused by her abandoning him, but that was not her intention.
Holding his glittering stare with much bravery she could muster. Olivia reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. The straps over her shoulders slackened.
Steve stared wide eyed and parched as she slipped out of the brassier and tossed it aside.
Olivia suddenly missed her long black hair, the tresses would have helped cover her a little more. But she didn't mind, the unbanked desire in his steadfast gaze made her heart race and feel extremely confident.
Smiling shyly to herself and avoiding his eyes, she hooked her thumbs on to the lining of her underwear and gingerly, shimmied out of them. Of course she did that to elicit a reaction from him. She didn't exactly know what kind of response she was hoping for. Slyly she looked to him from beneath her raven lashes.
His face was taut, rugged and even a little pained, trying desperately to hold on to some form of sanity. His fiery gaze devoured her naked state in an intensity she had never seen before, not in any former boyfriend. His stare was gravely worshipful and Olivia blushed with a lingering modesty. Well there was no turning back now, she had already exposed herself to him.
In the beginning she had done it so Steve didn't have to feel so shy about his own feelings and lack of experience, but seeing him on the edge of release. She couldn't help but find sensual enjoyment in it. She thanked her past self for thinking it was a good idea to go for a grooming session, even though it was something she hatefully avoided in the winter time.
Even the salon girls had given her all knowing coy looks.
Steve never felt a more aching throbbing need in his crotch than he did in that moment. He thought she was beautiful when she was in her underwear but it changed entirely when she was completely bare before his eyes. Now he couldn't think of anything else by claiming her as his own. All he wanted to do was bury his face into her skin, live on her scent and have her curved body pressed up against his.
He was a little terrified by his own raging desires that he didn't realize she was standing above him again.
Steve stood stiff as a board as she straddled him once more. He flinched when she accidently rubbed up against that hard, throbbing part of him. The only thing that separated them now was his underwear.
Olivia blushed scarlet. She didn't mean for that to happen, but the moment it did, his great physique flexed tighter than a drum.
Steve wanted to touch her, he ached to, but he was afraid. Worried that he wouldn't be able to control himself if he did, but the last thing Olivia wanted was control. She saw the caged lust that darkened his usually innocent, blue eyes. She longed to free it.
"You are really quiet, Steve." She whispered, tonguing the shell of his ear. Steve flinched with want.
"I am struggling to think, let alone do anything else." He ground out.
"Have I made that much of an impression on you?" She asked slyly and leaning back to meet his gaze.
He stared deep into her eyes. The depth of his sea blue orbs echoed the deep longing he felt for her.
"You always make an impression on me." He uttered breathlessly.
She was caught under the need in his hot stare and grinned sensually.
"The best is yet to come." She avowed.
"Is that pun intended?"
Olivia couldn't help but laugh at his bawdy jest, never in a million years did she suspect Captain Sensible to utter such a thing.
She kissed him adoringly and slowly guided his hands to the curve of her waist. Steve felt up her sides and inched them up. His fingers sank into her soft, warm skin as they travelled further towards her chest.
He fingers lightly brushed at the sides of her breasts. He hesitated for a moment, but then Olivia moaned encouragingly. He cupped her breasts in his large hands and she sighed in his mouth.
He never imagined a body part couldn't be so soft. They were the perfect shape that fit his palm, as if they were designed for him and him alone. He studied her body carefully as she sat astride him. He ignored the pulsing need that rushed down his body and to his groin. He wanted this to last, to learn all of her.
Olivia was growing heady and desperate. She was constantly reminded of the condom in her hand, but she knew she had to be patient. This was all new for Steve and she wanted to go to his desired pace, even if it drove her to the brink of madness.
Every reaction in her body fascinated him, like when he cupped her breasts he felt her nipples harden and press into the centre of his palm. He licked his lips subconsciously, suddenly wanting to taste her there. He decided to chance it.
He moved his kisses to her chin and down her graceful neck. Olivia struggled to hold on to him when her mind was in such a daze. He kissed his way down her collar bone, nibbling like she had done to him. His hands moved to pose at her back, keeping her steady with his fingers spread on her mid back.
As his kisses moved down, it slowly dawned on to her where his mouth was heading. Eagerly she pressed up onto her knees and that was the angle he needed. The warm relief of his hungry mouth on her breast, nearly threw her over the edge.
She clutched onto his blonde locks as he suckled lovingly. She bit her lip and struggled to restrict her moans, but they only fueled him.
How did this happen? She began to wonder as her head fell back in delight, a dreamy smile across her lips. She had begun the night seducing him but someone she ended up being the one wet and desperate for him.
Instinctively she rubbed up against that increasingly rigid part of him. Steve's body immediately tensed and his mouth left her body in reaction to the sudden jolt of pleasure that rang through him. He had his eyes pinched shut, determined not to lose control.
"Steve." She called for him desperately. His looked to her from behind heavy lidded eyes. She was quivering and flushed in his arms. He was amazed by the sight. Had he caused such a reaction from her?
She was panting hard, her chest heaving against his as she palmed her hand down his pectorals.
She leaned in and nuzzled his cheek, her breath hot against his face.
"I can't wait anymore." She whispered.
Steve nodded at a loss for words, neither could he.
He released her to wriggle out of his briefs, a lot more willingly than the nervous wreck he was before. Olivia had the condom at the ready, but she hesitated when she saw all of him. She suddenly had the alarming thought of whether the condom was the right size. Pushing the thought aside. She reached out for him.
Steve tensed when her soft, warm hand wrapped around his member. The touch alone was enough to release him. But Olivia was careful, an expert even. Steve watched as she brought the condom over the tip of him, pinched the top of the rubber and then slowly rolled the sheath over his shaft.
The act alone was devastatingly intimate especially when she kissed him right afterwards.
She braced her hands on his broad shoulders and took him in, inch by throbbing inch. Steve's mind was a dizzying spiral. It felt so unbelievably good. His hands immediately fell to her hips to brace himself during the rush of pleasure.
"Are you alright?"
Steve was the sailor lost at sea and her voice was the siren's call.
"Yeah I—" He gulped hard, struggling to open his eyes against the heat and mind numbing gratification.
"I need a minute." He confessed.
"We have all night, babe." She whispered petting his hair soothingly. She was grateful for the pause too. She felt so full and wanting all at the same time. He was pulsating within her and she understood why he needed to slow down. Olivia needed to find calm too, even if it felt physically impossible in that moment.
Steve panted hard, trying to normalize his breathing. He thought he gained control over his body.
"I don't think I'll ever get enough of your honey comb scent." Olivia murmured dreamily into the crook of his neck.
Then she said that and Steve's heart was pounding all over again. She moved a little, her hips swiveled when she leaned back to gaze upon his face again. Steve gasped at the sudden jolt of pleasure that shot through him again.
"Ready?" She asked, studying his bee kissed lips.
"Yeah." He strained out.
Olivia smiled and began to move. Steve never knew bliss could be a struggle but in that moment it was, because every time she rode him, Steve felt like she was pushing him to the brink on insanity.
His breaths came down harsher and harder. He stared, utterly engrossed in her sinuous movements. His dazed eyes climbed up to her face.
She had her eyes closed while rocking against him with her hands braced on his wide shoulders. Her lips were parted, her eyes were shut, lost in the pleasure they shared. Steve was entranced by her beauty and he wanted to feel her just to make sure she was real.
He fingers sunk into the flesh of her shapely hips when he squeezed her. His hands were pressed into her body, moving to the rhythm of her motions. His hot hands glided down her juicy thighs and then slide up again to her back, molding against the smooth edges of her shoulder blades.
Olivia kissed him hungrily to a teeth clashing intensity. She tasted him deeply, exploring each corner as they made love on the foot of her bed. Steve gathered her into his warm, strapping arms and held her desperately as their movements grew more zealous.
"Steve." She gasped hotly against his lips as her chest rubbed against his. The way she whispered his name so urgently, like he was leaving her behind, ignited something wild within him.
His craving for her grew stronger.
His hands climbed up to her hair, his fingers buried into soft tresses at the back of her head, holding her in place as he kissed her over and over again.
His feverish kisses urged her on as she took him again and again.
"Ol-Olivia." He rasped out. Her eyes strained open in response and she stared down at him. He was panting raggedly, the sculpted beauty of his face was etched in a sudden tension. He looked to her with bleary eyes and Olivia instantly knew what that look meant.
She smiled dazedly and littered his face with doting kisses.
"It's okay."She murmured pulling him closer, her legs wrapping around his narrow waist.
"Just let go, Steve."
After a moment he gripped her harder, holding her in his arms and burying his face into the crook of her neck. Olivia rode him urgently, determined to meet him at the edge of rapture.
He suddenly event rigid in her arms and she felt his hot breath against her skin as he seized his climax with a shuddering intensity. He groaned into her chest and Olivia panted, equally dazed by the peak of her own ecstasy.
She sagged against him. Steve fell back on to the mattress, taking her with him. She lay heavily on top his chest. They were a mass of sated bodies, sweat slicked skin and slacked limbs.
She heard his heart drumming wildly against his chest and almost mistook it for her own. She smiled numbly and closed her eyes to float in the last waves of pleasure.
Steve stared up at the white ceiling above him, struggling to uncross his eyes. He blinked repeatedly, heavy pants left his pink lips.
"Olivia." He whispered hoarsely, his fingers loosely splayed across her back.
"That was..." He didn't know what to say to express his complete, unshakeable contentment.
She raised her head lazily and rested her chin on his chest and observed him with her honey brown eyes. Damp, inky black strands of her fringe clung to her forehead.
"Are you actually out of breath?"She questioned equally winded.
"Yeah." He confessed as if he couldn't believe it either.
She laughed, tremors of delight shook her body against his. Steve shot her a look of weary bemusement, she grinned.
"Wow, sorry but that's a huge ego boost." She confessed rising up into her elbows and careful not to dig the smooth ends into his chest.
"I suppose this is revenge eh?" She murmured teasingly, recalling that morning jog that left her faintish.
"If you are still feeling vengeful please by all means." He insisted with a tranquil, wicked smile.
Olivia held his glittering blue eyes dotingly and then leaned toward him. They kissed lazily, his hands soothingly rubbed up her back, his finger tips grazing over the curve of her spine.
"I was worried I wouldn't meet you stamina wise." She whispered gently rolling off his body to nestle between his bicep and side.
"It's been a while for me too." She added softly.
"How long?" Steve questioned curiously, his head lulling to the side to observe her.
"Well..." Her eyes shivered in thought.
"Whoa." Her gaze widened in a sudden realization.
"Five years." She murmured under her breath. Steve stared, not sure if that was to be judged a long time. He supposed no one could beat his ninety four years of celibacy, but given that he just experienced how truly wondrous sex was, it did sound like a long time to go on without giving into temptation.
"Ever since Norah started living with me I didn't have time for my usual fun. Every moment I had with her was precious, I never really missed it." Olivia added with a gentle smile as her fingertips subconsciously drew spiral patterns on his chest.
Steve pondered the facts. Did this mean that he was her serious relationship since Aaron? All the evidence pointed to it. He liked that she took a chance with him.
"So...do you use some kind of special deodorant?" She asked dragging him out of his thoughts. Steve laughed and shrugged.
"I asked a scientist in SHIELD about that they don't really have an explanation yet." He answered. Olivia was listening but her focus was on trying to drag the coverlet from under their legs, and over their naked bodies. Steve eyed her slyly for a moment, taking in the curves of her body. He stirred with the desire to have her again, but at the same time, he was quite content with just laying on the bed.
So he turned his attention away from her to pull the plush pillows above his head, down to the centre of the mattress they occupied. Olivia hauled the velveteen coverlet over their bodies before returning to snuggle into his side.
"Maybe it's because you are such a perfect mass of truth and honor and patriotism that it just oozes from your skin and makes you smell amazing." She suggested while nuzzling his chest. Steve wrapped her up in his arms while stifling his mirth.
"That's the most ridiculous thing I heard." He taunted.
"More ridiculous than a five foot four asthmatic turning into a super solider?" She responded raising a sardonic brow up at him.
"At least there is a scientific explanation behind that." Steve insisted factually.
"I gave you my explanation." She grumbled stubbornly into his chest.
"Not scientific, Olli." Steve chided lovingly, his fingers raking into her hair in soft play.
"Still..." She yawned, smacked her lips together and then returned her head back to his torso.
"It makes sense." She added in an inaudible mumble.
Steve cracked a smile at her adorable ways and watched with heart in his eyes as she drifted off into her dream land. He listened to her gentle breathing and found himself fighting sleep. He softened his hold on her for a moment to stretch out to the side and click off the bedside lamp. The room was swallowed in darkness but the heat of their union still permeated the air.
He embraced her tightly in his arms, she instinctively threw one leg over his waist and hugged him back. Steve smiled blissfully and closed his eyes, ready for the spell of sleep to take him.
Steve woke up to the smell of fresh coffee in the morning. He raised his head up from the pillow only to realize he had rolled onto his stomach sometime during his slumber. The swans downs pillow he hugged to his chest carried the scent of her lavender shampoo. He smiled dazedly and blindly moved his free hand across the mattress, searching for her warm body.
The Captain was utterly disappointed when he felt nothing but smooth, cotton sheets. He raised his head, bleary eyed and hair tousled, he searched the illuminated room for her.
Suddenly she appeared, dressed in her large black, sweater with the drawing of a cat in the middle, paired with her red plaid shorts and white socks. She was carrying two steaming mugs of coffee in her hands and Anakit was bouncing in after her.
"Morning, babe." She greeted grinning in his direction.
Steve rolled on to his back and propped his body against the head of the bed. He adjusted the coverlet over his waist to keep himself modest.
"Morning." He murmured back shyly, watching her as she placed the mugs on her bedside table before looking to him.
"You've been out for a while Cap, guess I tired you out more than I thought." She teased while climbing on to the bed, beside him. She placed a sweet kiss to the side of his face.
Steve chuckled, amused by the affections and threw his arm heavily over her shoulder. Olivia eagerly accepted the half embrace. Anakit jumped up on to the bed a moment later and curled up in the flat valley between Steve's calves.
"Sorry I couldn't stay in, I got a distressed call from a client." She informed with a rueful smile while wrapping her arms around him and snuggling into his side.
"Do you have any idea how comfortable you are?" She mumbled into his chest.
"Honor, truth and patriotism does breed comfort." He responded cheekily. Olivia laughed and then raised her head to meet his eyes. Steve placed a doting kiss to her forehead before reaching over her and picking up his mug of coffee.
He took one sip of the hot beverage for the intention of waking up and clearing the unpleasant morning taste in his mouth.
"So, do you need to get to Stark's early?" Olivia asked coyly. She was petting Anakit who had wandered on to her lap.
"No." He smiled.
"Great." She beamed, averting her gaze shyly. "Cause I thought we could have breakfast, if you want."
He laughed wearily, adoring her sheepish ways.
"Sounds perfect." He murmured.
After a few more sweet exchanges, Olivia left him to shower and change back into his clothes from the previous night.
Steve emerged from the bedroom a few minutes later, dressed in his light blue t-shirt and plain cinnamon brown pants. The ends of his short hair carried water from the shower he had earlier. He was surprised to find Anakit waiting expectantly for him beside the door.
Smiling pleasantly, he picked up the feline and headed into the living room. Anakit purred and rubbed his round, furry head against the captain's chest, spoilt by his affectionate petting.
Steve was beckoned into the kitchen by the mouth watering smell of frying butter and a meat he could not categorize. Of course the biggest seduction that drew him to the kitchen was his pretty girlfriend, quietly standing in front of the stove, her back to him as a familiar tune played around her.
Steve smiled dazedly at the sight, a dreamy twinkle lighting up his sky blue eyes. This was what he wanted to wake up to in the morning. He would prefer her in the bed beside him but this was second best.
Anakit squirmed in his hold, eager to get down and rush into the kitchen to wail for food. Steve obliged and gently dropped the cat and followed the feline into the pantry.
"Whatcha cookin'?" He inquired, approaching her.
Olivia flinched, startled by his unexpected appearance. Her startled gaze moved to him as a smile full of relief stretched across her face.
"Wow you are light on your feet." She note softly. Steve smiled, apologetic for having momentarily distressed her.
He slide up behind her and placed a doting kiss to the side of her face.
"Occupational hazard." He whispered locking his arms around her waist and reeling her back into his body. Olivia gladly accepted the embrace, grinning and delighted by the affection.
"I am in a mood for bacon. But if you want something else-"
"I like bacon." He announced pressing another kiss to the crown of her lavender scented hair. She smiled and relaxed into the warmth of his big, strong body.
"Great." She uttered still smiling.
Suddenly her phone rang, cutting into their cherished moment. Olivia huffed and muttered an apology while reaching for her cell phone on the counter, beside the stove. Steve shook his head in understanding, released her and plucked the spatula out of her loose grip.
Grateful for his kind, quick thinking. Olivia leaned up and placed a chaste kiss to the his clean shaven face before scurrying to the corner of the kitchen with her ringing phone at hand.
"Hey Skeeter. Yeah the dude is a bit of a pain but what to do. Anyway he is paying the trouble's worth so-He is what? Colour blind? Did you hack into his personal records? No that's not judgment I am glad you proved my suspicions. This explains his heinous love of orange and green."
Steve had no idea what she was discussing with Skeeter, but he knew it was work related. He focused his attention on the task he took up and slide the slices of bacon gingerly over hot pan.
Olivia was having a real migraine dealing with her newest client, but thanks to Skeeter and his relentless love of hacking, she finally understood why Mr. Peterson was so irritating. Olivia didn't want to seem like she was encouraging her friend/animations specialist in his hacking hobby, but the information did provide her a great deal of insight. Now she knew how to deal with her client in the most diplomatic fashion.
Smiling deviously she spun around to focus on her sweet adorable Captain, only to freeze at the sight of him.
Steve Rogers was peacefully tending to their soon to be breakfast. His broad shoulders practically took up the entire length of her stove. She watched overcome as he towered over her kitchen, holding the end of her pan in one hand and the spatula in the other.
Her haunted gaze travelled over the golden wisps of his hair, down his handsomely sculpted face and to his strapping arms and found the whole setting highly domestic. She was a little overwhelmed by how perfectly tranquil it all was.
A siren of a warning began to blare in her mind. She was hit with a sudden wave of anxiety and realization that this was all and most likely, temporary, like all beautiful things were.
Steve frowned down at the crispy slices of bacon. He slowly brought them off the blue flame and turned to present them to his idle girlfriend.
"Are these overcooked? I can never really tell." He expressed his concerns while poking the cooked meat with the end of the spatula. "I always prefer them on a little crispier side but maybe I've burnt them so many times that I just-"
His words died in his tongue when he spotted how oddly still Olivia was. He observed her and was alerted by how trifle pale she seemed.
"Are you okay?" He asked tenderly, searching the stiffness in her face, there was a strange lost look in her eyes.
"Huh?" She snapped out of her reverie, his worried attention dragged her out of her forlorn thoughts.
"Yeah I'm fine." She cleared her through, forcing a smile. "Just thinking."
Steve stilled, his expression softening in understanding. He felt the change in her like a alter of altitude in the flight path of a Quin-Jet, how she went from warm and loving to distant in a manner of seconds.
He felt a thrumming fear of abandonment as he gently set aside the pan and spatula while keeping his gaze completely focused on her. He reached behind him and carefully twisted the knob on the stove, cutting off the open flame.
"You are not leaving me behind are you?" He asked gently.
"No..." She shook her head firmly.
"Never." She lowered her stare.
Steve pressed his lips down to a thin line, he wasn't convinced.
"But it's..." She clutched her phone tightly in her hand, struggling to find an explanation. A frustrated sigh escaped her lips and she wrapped her arms around her waist defensively.
"I'm sorry." She whispered woefully avoiding his eyes. "I just get weird sometimes."
There was no need for any justification, Steve had understood completely and he felt a wave of sadness for her. Olivia had scared herself from their closeness, he didn't know what exactly had triggered her anxiety but he was glad she wasn't giving into them.
"I know and it's fine, I get it." He insisted calm and compassionately. "I just don't want you to think you cannot tell me things."
Her tense posture relaxed, assured by his soothing words. She slowly raised her gaze and met his firmly.
"Truth is Steve, you are the one person I don't mind have a break down in front of." She confessed and then grinned shyly by how clumsy she sounded to herself. "Not that I'm going to, at least I hope not. I just, I trust that I can without feeling too insecure-"
She stopped and pinched the bridge of her nose repentantly and then looked to him again. Steve was smiling patiently waiting for her to finish her say.
"Sorry I'm just rambling, so simply yes, I'll tell you." She stated glancing warily up at him. "Not that I really need to, you see it coming before it does."
Steve grinned and cautiously approached her. Olivia didn't back away so Steve took that as motivation to gather her hands gently in his.
"And here I thought perception was your gift." He teased, thumbing the smooth heads of her knuckles.
"I'm not that perceptive." She huffed, her cheeks colouring.
"You are underestimating yourself." He murmured lovingly cupping her cheek and raising her face to meet his devoted gaze.
"Sometimes I feel naked around you." He declared.
"Really?" She murmured a wicked gleam flashing in her eyes.
Steve smiled in amused exasperation while rolling his eyes.
"You know what I mean." He grumbled abashedly.
"I know, I'm just teasing." She cooed and released his hands to pinch his face adoringly.
Olivia knew she was annoying when it came to her inability to handle certain intense emotions, but Steve handled her less than favorable ways with a kindness and patience she had never seen before. She knew that was one of the main reasons why they were suited.
"I have something for you." She announced in a abrupt recollection.
"You do?" He inquired, his fair brows lifting curiously as Olivia turned away to one of the cupboards beneath the breakfast counter. She pulled open the door by it's handle and squatted down before the storage space.
"It's not like a big thing." She said while rifling through the shelf for some mysterious object. "But there is this store I found a while back. I think it was during my first year in the city. They personalize mugs for you and if you order in stock they give a really good price. So a client of mine needed a bunch of mugs made for promotional purposes so I thought while I did his job might as well make something for you."
She stretched back to her full height with a tall, white, rectangular box in her hand.
"For me?" He echoed unsurely.
"Olivia you don't have to unnecessarily spend." He chided gently.
"It wasn't unnecessary really and don't complain when a person is showering you with gifts." She gestured the box to him. Steve reluctantly accepted it with a disapproving frown.
"You do too much." He scolded lightly.
"Says the guy who brought me flowers from Mexico." Olivia sassed lifting a sardonic brow up at him. Steve rolled his eyes but add no retort, she did have a point.
Olivia waited expectantly as he carefully pulled apart the top of the box, glanced into it and then pulled out the content.
Steve held a mug in his hand. It was a plain ceramic, white, cylinder in shape and bulky. He placed the empty box on to the counter and gripped the mug by its handle
"You spend a lot of time here and I thought why not give you your own drinking mug. Order in the kitchen is a very important thing to me." Olivia explained as he admired his gift. He rotated the mug and that's when he spotted the print on its smooth surface.
Steve, you are a Star.
It was written in a smooth, elegant, cursive, black font.
"It's a Spongebob reference." Olivia added all knowingly.
Steve laughed in recollection, that animated, talking cleaning appliance that Olivia loved to watch in the morning.
"I thought it would be funny cause I keep calling you Star-boy. Now that I read it out loud it's pretty stupid."
"I love it." He cut in to her self-deprecating rambling, utterly cherished by the gift. It was more than just a present to him in that moment, it was an opening, an invitation into her home and her life. A mug wasn't just a mug in a relationship, it was a sign that she had welcomed him wholly to her life and kept him with her even when he wasn't always around.
"Thank-" His gratifying words died in his mouth when he spotted another message underneath the cup that made him dead pan. He shot his girlfriend a flat look while turning the mug over so she could see what was beneath.
"Grandpa's Sippy cup?" He demanded, pinning her under his sardonic gaze.
"What?" She questioned as contrite as a nun, but the sheepish smile that formed, betrayed her innocence.
"It's funny." She added with a shrug.
Steve sighed, mainly because it frustrated him that he couldn't stay mad at his girlfriend when she was too darn adorable for her own good.
"You just can't stop teasing me can you?" He inquired, smiling faintly.
"But where would you be without your daily dose of Charm O' Olivia." She said, still smiling.
Steve rolled his eyes unable to withstand the endearingly, mischievous glow in her honey brown eyes.
"I suppose I can't argue there." He murmured and gently set the mug down on the counter beside him and then look to her.
"I wish I had something I could give you." He confessed wistfully eyeing the gleaming ceramic before looking to her.
Steve was caught by the sudden yearning luster in her amber orbs, directed solely on him. She stepped to him, sliding her body up against his as her hands palmed up the breadth of his chest. He felt that same rush of pleasure as his heart began to drum in that frantic, eager beat.
She searched his sculpted face until her stare dropped to his perfect, plump lips.
"I know what you can give me." She whispered huskily, rising up onto her tip toes, seeking his mouth. Unable to resist the magnetic attraction, Steve bent down and claimed her lips in a fiery, desperate need.
The hunger in her open mouthed kiss reverberated through him, igniting the dormant passion within. She clung to him, desperate for more as he raked his fingers into her soft hair.
She angled her head, deepening the kiss as her hands slide down his powerful body and to the belt of his waist. His skin caught fire, his body pressing instinctively into her skilled hands. She tugged at the belt buckle, their hips clashed as their tongues mated.
The act caused a jolt of realization in his mind, cutting into the ravenous need for her body on his. It was an alarming fact that Steve did not want to remember half way through disrobing. Stopping then would be harder than stopping prior.
He dropped his hands to hers, stilling her fingers as they flirted with the gibbous, brass button of his jeans.
"Olivia." He groaned into the kiss, pulling away with a superhuman effort. Her heavy lidded glance climbed up to meet his, her amber eyes were swirling in a mix of confusion and deep yearning.
Steve felt incredibly helpless for not being able to fulfill it in that moment, even though he ached to, literally.
"I don't have another one." He breathed unwillingly.
"Oh?" There was a flash of disappointment in her eyes, but she masked it well with her smoldering half smile.
"Well I'll have to remember to run out and get some." She noted to herself like it was a casual errand to run. Steve was both flustered and baffled. She looked to him, her eyes holding the same sultry gaze, like undying ambers.
"Until then..." She murmured, lowering herself to her knees.
Steve stood frozen in shock and heart pounding anticipation. Was she serious?
All doubt left his mind when she unhitched his trousers and took him into her mouth.
Steve gasped from the profound pleasure that shot through his body, forcing him to find balance by gripping the edge of the counter.
In that moment he knew, Olivia Thorne was determined to drive him to madness, in the best possible way.
Captain Steven Rogers strolled out of the elevators doors into fifth floor living room area within Avengers HQ.
He was still satiated and blissful from having spent the entire day with Olivia, he wasn't planning on coming down from cloud nine. He sauntered past the large, transparent view of the Manhattan skyscrapers complimented by its night sky background.
He crossed the settee, with the intention of heading down the corridor to his appointed room. But then Stark appeared from the opposite corridor, making him hesitate in his venture.
"Hey Cap." The industrialist greeted, not looking up from the strange, glass sheet computer device that Steve hadn't quite figured out how to work yet. He was punching in numbers onto the device while strolling towards the Captain. He was dressed in one of his many, Black Sabbath band t-shirts paired with a set of faded blue jeans.
Steve stopped in his path to his room and turned respectfully to face his friend.
"So I wanted to run this idea by you about the-" Tony looked up, fell quiet and began to silently scrutinized Steve with his piercing dark eyes.
"Why are you wearing the same clothes from yesterday?" He demanded, his attention drawn away completely from the work in his hand. Steve saw the heavy dark circles under the man's eyes, clearly he was sleep deprived from operating on his latest invention. Stark's frantic gaze snapped to the windows, surprised by the lack of the big ball of fire in the sky.
Steve couldn't help but concerned by the fact that the man had no concept of time.
"Did you just get in?" The genius questioned briskly.
"Yeah." The Captain responded smiling at the man.
"Same clothes, dazed idiotic smile." Stark began to list observantly. Steve paled when recognition flared in the man's eyes.
"You got laid!" Tony exclaimed grinning wide and pointing an accusing finger at him.
"Jarvis, Steve got some!"
"Wonderful Sir, Congratulations Captain Rogers." Jarvis's voice echoed through the lobby intercom.
"Thanks, Jarvis." Steve stuttered out awkwardly. "Tony it's not a big-"
"Shall I initiate protocol Well It's About Damn Time, Sir?"Jarvis cut in quickly.
"Damn straight." Stark ordered.
"What? What protocol?" Captain demanded hurrying over to the industrialist.
"They are on their way, Sir." Jarvis abruptly announced.
"What did you do Stark?" Steve commanded, his brows furrowing in distress.
"We came as soon as we heard." Clint spoke up, descending down the staircase with Natasha at his side. She was lazily munching off a bowl of popcorn while Clint was polishing the tips of his arrows.
The elevator bell suddenly dinged, the metal doors opened and Banner and Thor appeared from within its confinement, chatting amiably about some random topic.
Steve gaped in complete and utter disbelief as the Avengers Assembled in the living room around him.
"Can't believe this, you told everyone?" The captain grounded out, mortified. "This does not call for an Avengers Assemble!"
"Sure it does." Tony objected and took a seat on the arm rest, beside Thor.
"So... how was it?" He inquired, smirking deviously with his arms crossed in front of his chest.
"None of your damn business." Steve hissed.
"Wow, that good huh?" Clint mused scratching his face with the tip of his arrow. He occupied the foot of the couch, beside Thor's trunk like legs. Natasha sat by Clint's shoulder, on the couch, smirking in amusement.
"Now, now my friend's." The Norse God chimed in grabbing their attention. He looked truly sympathetic towards the seething Captain. "Whatever intimate moments that happen between a man and a woman within their bed chambers, is their memory to treasure clandestinely."
"Thank you, Thor." Steve sighed in grateful for his understanding words.
"But if you ever wish your amorous endeavors, do not spare any details." Thor added causing Steve to glower.
"Yeah, tell us how you got your freak on." Natasha enthused.
"Dismissed!" Steve announced sharply, turned and stomped off towards his bedroom with the intention of packing and leaving as soon as possible.
"It must have been pretty great for him to be so stuffy about sharing." Tony grumbled, the rest of the team nodded, except for good Doctor.
"You guys keep embarrassing the poor guy." Banner insisted pityingly.
"I know right, you'd think he would be used to it by now." Clint exclaimed earning an eye roll from the radioactive expert.
"If you didn't want to risk hurting your idol. Why did you tag along Big Guy?"Natasha demanded focusing her calculative gaze on the man as he occupied the single seater.
"Stark said there was some science stuff he wanted my opinion on." Banner shrugged innocently.
"Where are the provisions?" Thor boomed. "I was promised a hearty meal."
Natasha still had the lilac, plastic bowl on her lap filled with popcorn. She dropped it on to the Norse God's lap and dusted the salt of her hands.
"Knock yourself out." She murmured. Thor's eyes lit up in delight and immediately scooped up a hand full of the cooked kernel and began to eat heartily.
"They did that?!" Olivia shrieked through the phone as Steve climbed up the steps to his apartment. Her exclamation was followed by uncontrollable laughter and occasional ungainly snorts.
"Olli don't laugh." Steve whined while shuffling through his jacket pocket for his keys. "It's humiliating."
"It's humiliating that we had sex?" She demanded breathing hard from mirthful exertions.
"No, that was um, that was great." His face colored. He finally managed to unlock his door and push it open. Keeping the phone tucked between his shoulder and ear, he dropped his duffle bag by the shoe rack and shut the door behind him.
"I meant the fact that they made it like a spectacle." He added while strolling into his home.
"Well considering it's Tony it could have been worse, I am surprised that he didn't launch a blimp announcing it."
"Yeah luckily." He grumbled and tossed his keys on to the surface of the shelf beside the entrance.
"Lighten up babe, they are just your friends teasing you." Olivia insisted in loving assurance.
"Yeah well I thought they wouldn't pull something like that again since I expressed how much I didn't like it the last time." Steve complained.
"Last time, what do you mean?" Olivia questioned.
Steve tensed, reminded that that wasn't something he was ever planning on telling Olivia
"Nothing." He uttered unconvincingly.
"Steven-What's your middle name?" She quickly asked in a suspicious murmur.
"Grant." He added, smiling faintly.
"Steve Grant Rogers, you better tell me because from your sly tone I know it has something to do with me." Olivia demanded in feigned annoyance.
"Well uh." Steve subdued with a sigh, after all things worked out in the end. "Remember when you came to visit me in Washington?"
"Yeah?"
"and Natasha took you out for a brunch." He included
"Yeah..."
"Well that was a ruse so she could measure your heart rate while asking you questions about me, so it can be used as evidence to convince me in this big intervention that you have feelings for me and that I should ask you out." He was surprised he had managed to summarize the incident in one breath, but his self appraisal didn't last when he was anxious for her response.
"What?!" She exclaimed stunned. "Are you serious?"
Steve's prolonged silence was enough affirmation for her.
"But we shared a turkey sub." He pictured her pouting face from her doleful tone. "Was our bond a lie?"
Steve dead-panned.
"That's what you are worried about? Not the fact that they invaded your privacy, not to mention running a background check." He explained wishing his girlfriend would share his shock of things instead of being so accepting all the time.
"Hey I would have done the same for you if I found out you were into some chick. It's just something you do for people you care about, you gotta make sure they got the best you know?"
Steve's face that was twisted in mystification relaxed when he absorbed her sweet, sensible justification. He laughed wearily suddenly feeling silly for his overreaction earlier. He had to admit, maybe he was being a little dramatic. Which was probably why they liked picking on him so much.
"I am pretty sure I lucked out." He mumbled affectionately.
"Get atta here, you old flirt!" She scoffed stifling her laughter. Steve grinned knowing he had caused her to blush. He leaned back into the back of his door, perfectly comfortable to listening to her express amusement. It was bitter sweet to the Captain cause he knew he much rather be there with her, making her laugh and watching the way her adorable nose wrinkled and how her eyes lit up.
"I guess I'll be seeing you next weekend yes?" She asked softly, after her velvety laughter died down. Steve heard the gentle longing in her voice and felt the same.
"Yeah I'll be back." He avowed.
"Well um, you better come prepared Cap, because we won't be leaving my apartment if you know what I mean."
"You don't mean tacos and Sci-fi film marathons do you?"
"No!" She groaned as he grinned mischievously, he knew he had foiled her attempts at being evocative.
"How are you still virginal?" She uttered in low, hushed, amazed tone.
"I am kidding." He laughed, his ears reddening. "I am looking forward to it."
That was God's honest truth. It had only been a few hours since his last sexual encounter with Olivia and he only craved more. He found himself wishing he had lost his virginity on a Friday that were there were two whole days to learn more, understand and revel in the intimacy they shared.
"You better." She chided adoringly.
"See you Steve."
He smiled despondently not looking forward to heading to work. But on the plus side, he had the anticipation of seeing her to get through the week.
"Bye Olli."