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Jo; Um that's an interesting question. I dont think Steve's thing would be any different to another guys. Even though he is considered super it's not like his anatomy is different physically compared to another guy so I dont think contraception would be an issue. It would be different with banner, if he Hulks out that is xD. Oh boy that would be a odd mood changer. OMG LUCKY How was it? Was it good? I am so excited to see it.
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Steve was having a pretty dull day. He was neither complaining or commending it either, there were no missions to part take in, just training his colleagues. Kevin in particular needed a good training session. The man didn't admit to anything but Steve knew something was bothering him, he had a lot of rage to release, almost managed to land a few punches on the Captain.
Steve had an inkling that it was something related to his search for his sister. Maybe his latest lead hadn't panned out, or maybe it has nothing to do with his sister at all. The good Captain wanted to ask, but Kevin didn't hang around long enough for Steve to invite him out for a drink.
But Steve did look forward to heading home and ringing up his girlfriend, she always made him feel better. He decided to head home early that evening, after having completed all his tasks and mission reports.
Steve parked his Harley outside his apartment and then headed into the building. He jogged up his staircase. He was robotically shuffling through his brown jacket pocket for his keys when he spotted a suitcase at his front door.
He stilled and stared at the upright, dark purple colored, luggage . Recognition flared in his eyes and jolted his body into movement again. He approached the object hesitantly, his heart pounding in anticipation of knowing who's bag it was.
His startled gaze jumped to the wooden surface of his door. Was she in his apartment? If she was why didn't she take her suitcase with her?
He finally reached the bag and stood staring at it, unsure of how to respond, was he imagining things? It was too good to be true right?
"It's not a bomb."
Steve was shocked out of his reverie at the sound of her voice. He spun around and his wide blue eyes fell on her figure lingering at the end of the hallway.
Olivia Thorne stood smiling mischievously at him, dressed in a rich, navy blue jumper, paired with black tights that disappeared into her cinnamon brown boots.
His heart pounded like canon fire at the sight of her.
"Olli!" Steve exclaimed unable to contain his enthusiasm. She beamed and waved awkwardly.
"Hey-whoa." Steve had rushed over and swept her up into his arms and then kissed her soundly. Olivia's eyes instinctively shut but her eyebrows were raised in wonder, surprised by his eager affections. Her hands fell to his broad shoulders, in order to find balance, which felt ineffective considering his kiss alone threw her into a blissful haze.
His blood shimmered in excitement and relief of having her in his arms again and being able to kiss her. The astonishment of seeing her there right before his eyes soon transformed into all the pent up desire he had been keeping for her. The sweet kiss turned heated very quickly as he held her tightly in his strong arms.
He gently lowered her to the floor but he was still relentless in his kiss as he tasted her deeply.
"Um Steve." She mumbled grinning abashedly against his lips.
"Hm?" He responded vaguely while sliding his hand under the back of her sweater, desperately feeling her warm skin beneath, the heat of her flesh was the affirmation he needed that she wasn't a vision.
She hesitantly released him from the kiss but Steve wasn't keen on stopping just yet. His lips moved down her chin and he buried his face into the nape of her neck, breathing in her floral scent.
"You do realize we are surrounded by doors that could open any minute." She warned in a strained whisper. He chuckled and nodded submissively. He leaned back to gaze upon her pretty, flushed features.
"My neighbors are not Mrs. Goldman." He reminded chidingly.
"Oh my gosh, don't get me started on her." She suddenly exclaimed startling him. "You know she gifted me an entire box of condoms?"
Steve tensed, scandalized and his head snapped about to make sure no one had heard her declaration. Thankfully the passage was completely deserted except for them.
"Yeah maybe we should go inside." He murmured surreptitiously while gently guiding his girlfriend towards the apartment with an arm over her shoulders.
"It was like crazy!" She cried out as they stepped into Steve's apartment. She strode in as her arms moved about animatedly.
"I mean it was nice we totally need it but it was so forward. I honestly don't know how to feel about it, it was all very awkward. For me anyway, she seemed really proud of herself."
Steve's fair brows lifted in reaction to that snippet of information. Mrs. Goldman was a very odd woman, and a little too caring? He shrugged to himself and dragged in his girlfriend's suitcase and placed it against the empty wall by the door.
"You should have told me you were dropping by." He said as she turned to him. "I would have told you that I put a spare key under my-"
"Carpet?" She intervened with a pert smile.
"Yeah I found it." She announced and pulled out his singular, metal key from within her pant pocket. She held it out to him with a smug grin on her face. "You know for a soldier who goes on covert ops you are not very good at hiding stuff."
"Old habits, a random brick on the floor would have been too obvious."He responded graciously taking the key from her hand and tossing it on to the top of the shelf in front of him.
"Why didn't you let yourself in?" He inquired focusing his slightly apprehensive eyes on to her.
"Well I was hungry and I headed down to that cafe to get myself something to eat."She began to explain while dragging the bag to his bedroom. Steve followed after her.
"Mainly cause airplane food sucks." She grumbled and deposited the bag by his wardrobe and then twirled around to face him. "Plus I wanted to avoid a home invasion type situation."
Despite the validity of her explanation, Steve couldn't help but be a little offended.
He gently gathered her free hands in his while gazing deep into her eyes.
"I would never think that with you." He avowed smiling down at her. Olivia grinned, feeling a little guilty for having made him think the worst, of course she didn't mean it in such a way. Thankfully Steve's pout didn't last long when he kissed her again.
She melted into his arms, leaning into the curve of his body and wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders. His hands wandered back under her sweater, beneath the tank top and against her warm skin. As his touch travelled higher, the hem of her top followed slyly. Steve stopped kissing her when he realized that he was getting way too intense. He was reminded that she did just travel on a plane to see him.
He leaned back hesitantly and observed her keenly. Her expression was dazed, her gaze dream like.
"Are you tired?" He asked like the ever concerned boyfriend.
Olivia dead-panned.
"Don't play coy." She murmured chidingly, her fingers clenching at the lapels of his blue jacket. She walked backwards to his bed while tugging him along.
"You know I can't possibly be tired after a kiss like that." She stated factually. Steve grinned and shrugged off his jacket before reeling her into his arms again.
After a hour of getting reacquainted with each other's touch and releasing their pent up desire. Steve and Olivia lazed about on his bed, naked beneath the navy blue duvet. Olivia was laid back and Steve was stretched out beside her, his weight supported on his left elbow.
"I see you brought the box with you." Steve noted from his position on the bed, he spotted the open box made of card, peeking out from within her clothes inside the bag. Olivia raised her head from her lounging position beside him, the confusion in her eyes melted away when she saw what he was referring to.
"Well duh. What the heck was I going to do with it at home?" Then a sudden coy grin wormed it's way across her mouth.
"Condom balloons, those are always fun." She sniggered in answer to her own question.
"What?" Steve demanded with a wide lift of his fair brows.
"Yeah." She breathed as if there was no explanation needed to what a condom balloon was. Though Steve did realize the title was self explanatory."I threw one at Charlie during second year. He literally screamed, not even like a manly scream it was like shrieking."
She made a panicked induced wiggling arm gesture that made him laugh. Steve rolled onto his forearms and watched her with glittering blue eyes. His handsome face nestled between his broad shoulders.
"What do you classify as a manly scream?" He questioned curiously.
"I don't know." She shrugged. "However Thor screams is a manly scream."
Steve's delighted grin widened, wondering blissfully how she had such a amusing answer to everything. Olivia smiled and stroked up the curve of his bicep as he gently moved an offending strand of her hair from her eyes.
"So how long are you staying for?" He asked wistfully, secretly hoping that her answer would be forever.
"Till Monday, that's the last day of the conference."
"Conference?" He echoed dubiously.
"Oh right." She smacked herself on the forehead, a mild punishment for forgetting something important. Steve stared listening intently.
"As much as I would like to admit that you are the reason I am visiting, it isn't, but it's the cat's meow." She murmured playfully, her eyes a gleam. Steve gave a low, husky laugh at her teasing and waited for her to continue.
"I got invited to be one of the keynote speakers at the Future Web Designers and Developers Conference here in DC."
"Olli that's amazing." Steve exclaimed his sea blue eyes lighting up in wonder.
"It's alright." She muttered, abashed by his reverent gaze. She lowered her eyes to her hands as they continued to move up his arm."Anyway the conference is for three days from nine to two, though my part won't be till like eleven on the first day."
"Great." He enthused smiling dreamily down at her. "I'll stop by then."
"What?" She blinked, astonished by his declaration. Steve nodded confidently.
"You don't have to, you'd probably get bored from all the tech stuff."
"I want to come for support." He stated factually, but his uncertain gaze flickered over her wide eyed expression.
"But if you don't want me to."He mumbled hesitantly.
"I don't want you to trouble yourself." She cut in hastily, a tinge of pink colouring her cheeks.
Steve smiled understanding her timidity, she wasn't expecting him to show an interest in her event.
"It's no trouble." He murmured, pressing up towards her head and lovingly nuzzling her cheek.
"My girl is giving a speech, how can I miss that?"
"Fine." She uttered mid abashed laughter, her cheeks reddening at his fond endearment. Steve pressed a kiss to the rose petal softness of her face and then leaned back to admire her.
"But you better not bat those beautiful eyes at me when I am up there, it's distracting." She warned lovingly.
"Yes Ma'am." He affirmed in mock gallantry. Olivia grinned loving that her boyfriend was a secretly a goof ball.
He pinned her under his glittering blue eyes.
"I'm proud of you." He said softly.
Olivia was caught off guard by his words, more by the pride that glimmered in his beautiful eyes, like sun shafts through a cloudy blue sky. Even her own parents never told her how proud of her they were, but they did show it through actions and she never really commented on the absence of hearing them say it. But having heard Steve Rogers speak them to her, it truly dawned on to her how much she had ached to hear such words.
She was overwhelmed and felt extremely cherished and she didn't really know how to express her feelings. She didn't have to, when Steve's smile widened she knew he was completely aware.
"So..." She dipped her chin shyly, determined to change the subject. "What are we eating tonight?"
"We can order in." He mused thoughtfully, stretching out like a cat beside her. Olivia eyed him hungrily as he dug his elbow into the mattress and propped his head on his palm.
"I am in the mood for pizza." He confessed with mushroom sigh. Olivia beamed, wondering if it was her influence that had caused him to crave flat bread so much.
"Me too." She chimed in, forcing her gaze off his masculine physique and looking to him.
"But I am not in the mood to get up and get dressed again." She grumbled.
Steve nodded in agreement, he was perfectly comfortable lying under the covers in the nude with her. It was a strange acceptance, he was so conscious about his body before, even after the change he couldn't believe that he was fit let alone bask in the doting gazes of many women. He felt uncomfortable then and wanted nothing more than to hide away, but with Olivia it was different, it was freeing. Plus she seemed to know what to do with his body more than he did, make him ache and feel things he never felt before.
Just thinking about them left him craving the same sensations over and over again.
Steve was snapped out of his thoughts when he felt the warmth of her limbs wrapping around him. He looked down to find Olivia's head of unruly curls pressed up against his chest as the rest of her body snuggled into the bend of his physique.
"Can we put that as a special request? Bring pizzas to the bedroom." She wondered wistfully.
"We could." He chuckled, but the mirth in his melted away at the sight of her, wrapped up in his bed sheets that hugged every delicious curve of her figure. He silently took in the sight of her tousled head of curls, twinkling honey brown eyes and luscious pink lips.
"But your current state of undress might make him want to stay." He whispered.
"Please." She scoffed, hugging him tightly around the torso and burying her face into his chest. "We all know you are the one with the alluring physique here."
Steve grinned, his body trembled with laughter at her brazen retort. The sound of his mirth made her chuckle and snuggle closer.
"I missed you so much." She murmured wistfully against his skin. Steve felt his heart warm in adoration for the woman. He threaded his fingers through the her hair, gently playing with the soft, short, curly tresses as his other hand palmed her bare back.
"I missed you too." His voice was deep and raspy with emotion as he placed a chaste kiss to her forehead. After a moment Steve felt her still in his arms. He leaned to the side to glance at her face to find her a sleep, quite peacefully.
The angled precision of his face softened, the love he felt for the woman was further fueled by the sight of her sleeping expression, so tranquil and comfortable, it made him feel safe. He smiled and held her close while relaxing into the softness of his bed. It usually took him painfully long moments to slip into slumber but with her there, in his arms, it came as easily as breathing.
Olivia Thorne couldn't remember the last time she had such a good sleep. She categorized her sleep according to her dreams, she loved dreaming, it was like cable for the mind. She did not like that her brain sometimes switched the horror channel and she woke up terrified that her entire family had turned into zombies, but usually she had good dreams, weird but good.
But for the first time in a long time, Olivia hadn't dreamed but she still loved it. It was pure rest, for the mind, body and soul. She did not want to get up.
"Olli."
She heard his voice, gentle and loving as it always was, calling for her. She began to wonder why she hadn't responded and that's what stirred her from her slumber. Bleary eyed and extremely confused, she raised her head from the softness of his honey comb scented pillow.
"Hm?" She groaned searching for him through narrowed eyes. She heard a raspy laugh full of amusement escape his lips. She looked up to meet his handsome face, towering above her and grinning adoringly.
"The pizza is here." Steve noted, taking a seat on the edge of the bed, beside her. Olivia was sleeping face down, wrapped up tightly in his navy blue bed cover. She was in such a deep sleep when he had left to answer the pizza man's door call, but he was surprised that she had woken up so easily.
Olivia was extremely aware of how naked she was, considering Steve was sitting next to her fully clothed in his grey yoga pants and plain white t-shirt.
"I fell asleep?" She muttered out loud rolling on to her back.
"After one round?" She pondered, sat up and then frowned.
"That's embarrassing." He heard her grumble under her breath. Steve couldn't help but chuckle while watching her tuck the sheet under her arms and then sigh sadly.
"You did take a flight here. Besides, I fell asleep too." He said at an attempt to assure her, she shrugged in vague agreement. Steve smiled and kissed her forehead again.
"You are really comfortable." He murmured into her hair.
She beamed "Ditto."
Steve's original suggestion was that they take their dinner out into the balcony, but when they opened the window the gust of cold air murdered their excitement. They quickly retreated to his leather couch.
Olivia was comfortably wrapped up in a plaid, red and black robe. After dinner Steve made them hot chocolate and Olivia was seated cross legged on his couch, eagerly waiting for the drink. Steve knew he was spoiling her but he didn't mind, she was always so appreciative of it.
"Aw yes, this hot chocolate is amazing." Olivia appraised delightfully with the mug nestled between her petite hands. Steve smiled and slowly took a sip off his drink, basking in the sweet chocolaty taste of it.
"Please come back with me." Olivia suddenly pleaded desperately, but she knew despite all her wishful thinking, the request could never be granted.
"Alright." Steve responded and calmly took a sip of his beverage.
Olivia stilled, stunned.
"What?"
He looked to her and smiled.
"Alright." He repeated.
She stared unblinking for a moment and then her features scrunched up in utter confusion.
"Huh?"
Steve chuckled at her laughable ways of expression and gently lowered his hands holding his mug, to his lap.
"I requested a week off before the Christmas holidays and Fury approved it." He informed her happily.
Olivia's eyes glittered in both disbelief and excitement.
"Are you serious?" She demanded in a hushed exhilaration while setting her mug down on the table beside them, as if she didn't trust herself to hold anything in that moment. Steve grinned and nodded, she beamed.
"This is so great, oh my gosh I am so happy!" She exclaimed, delighted by the news. Unable to contain her enthusiasm she hugged her boyfriend tightly around the neck and rained several kisses onto this face. Steve laughed softly, feeling both abashed and cherished by her affections.
"By the way the old people will be heading over twenty third night." She announced still clinging to him around the shoulders.
"Oh that should be fun, are you having a party?" He asked, his face a shade of shell pink.
"Nah, but Claire is which you are invited to." She stated merrily.
"Stark is having one too." He added.
"So many parties, think of all the egg nog and cookies." She listed eagerly, her eyes a sparkle.
"Oh my gosh the food at Stark's is going to be great."
"I see you got your priorities sorted." He mused fondly as Olivia released him from her embrace and sat down close to him, leaning into his side.
"Mhm." She hummed self-aware. "Man, I have a lot of people to give presents to this year."
Her statement reminded Steve that he too had to compile a list of people he had to present gifts to. On top of that list were to two people that were the start of their discussion.
"What would your parents like?" He asked curiously.
"Youth." Olivia responded cheekily. "Think you can give them that?"
"Unfortunately my beauty hack needs to be administrated early. Unless they want to wake up in another century but still over fifty." He replied sardonically earning a peal of laughter from his girlfriend. He grinned while watching her express amusement. It was one of the things he missed the most, being able to see her smile.
"My dad is having trouble with this century. Whatever you do don't buy him anything electronic, it is a complete waste." She advised dryly while reaching for her mug of hot chocolate.
Steve observed her silently as she took a sip of her drink and then sighed happily at the taste that filled her senses. He watched her for a few more moments until he decided to ask the question that surfaced his mind.
"What do you want for Christmas?" Steve felt sly for asking, it's not that he hadn't had any ideas, his mind was consumed with too many possibilities. Maybe if Olivia suggested what she desired, then he could narrow down his options.
"I want the same thing Mariah Carey wanted in that song." She answered and greedily gulped down the last drops of her beverage.
Steve was not familiar with Mariah Carey or this song she spoke of. His fair brows were knotted anxiously.
"Which is?" He asked.
She looked to him and grinned.
"You."
The frankness in her voice caught him off guard but what really threw him was her declaration, so honest and true.
"Man that was such a good pick up line." She sighed in amazement laughing to herself. "Dude, I need to write that one down."
Steve set aside his mug of chocolate milk steadily, even though his heart was thumping with a sudden raging desire.
Olivia was brought out of her thoughts when she felt the weight of her ceramic be plucked out of her finger tips. It was Steve, he carefully set her cup onto the table. Olivia was about to question his motives when he snagged her under the glow of his blue eyes.
They were alive and swirling with palpable desire.
"Later." His voice was a whisper as he leaned in towards her, his haunted gaze focused on her mouth.
"Okay." She surrendered as he unlocked her legs so he could situate himself between them. Steve gently claimed her mouth and kissed her hungrily. He wanted to try his luck at seducing her. Her submissive actions slowly helped build his confidence.
Distracting her with his kiss, Steve lightly pushed her at her smooth shoulders. Olivia's lips left his as she fell back onto the couch, the back of her head landed by the base of the arm rest. His nimble hands worked slowly at the rope of her robe, slyly pulling at the length of the bind.
The knot gave away easily and the plaid material slackened over her body, exposing the line down the centre of her chest in a deep V neck.
Olivia watched with rapt attention, taking in every single emotion he displayed on his face. The flickers of carnal want in his eyes, the way the angled precision of his sculpted face was tense with lust. His broad, powerful chest was rising and falling in a moderate tempo, as if he was struggling to contain his raging desire but at the same time he wanted to go slow.
Her own heart was hammering at the sight of his yearning and in anticipation of what he would do, what the heat in his eyes promised.
His worshipful gaze climbed up to her face. Their eyes met and Olivia saw more than just sensual craving in them, there was a far deeper emotion, one that softened his gaze to a doting look.
He reached out to her and Olivia found herself praying for his touch, but then he hesitated. Instead he lowered his hands to the hem of his t-shirt and gripped at the edges tightly.
Olivia stared, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She wetted her lips in anticipation. She marveled over her boyfriend, pressed up one to his knees and about to strip for her.
In an almost panicked and sexually frustrated spark, she remembered her incomplete sentence.
"But make sure to remind me." She announced referring to her witty line early. He pulled at the material and it brought it over his head. Olivia admired the stretch and pull of his powerfully sculpted torso. She gulped heavily as he tossed the shirt carelessly to a side.
"Because I am pretty sure I will forget soon." She murmured lamely. Steve bit his lower lip while grinning, having heard every word that left her lips.
He liked seeing such desire in her eyes knowing that it was all for him and he was the root cause of it. It was moments like this, when he had managed to render his chatty girlfriend speechless that Steve felt he held power in his remarkable body.
Holding her wide eyed gaze, Steve prowled down towards her, his back and shoulders muscles shifting like a preying tiger. Shivers of delight ran up her spine as his touch slide up from her knees, up her thighs and to her chest. He pinched at the lapels of her robe and parted the material over the valley of her breasts.
Pinning her under his stare, he cupped one soft globe in his hand as if he knew exactly where they were without having to look. This shocked her of course, after all they had only slept twice prior but Steve already seemed to know just how to arouse her.
Her body flinched with want. She arched into his touch. His blue eyes burned with lust as he absorbed every movement of her sinuous body, studying her carefully. All those previous times was just about the release, the pent up longing from not having seeing each other for a week since their first time. He just wanted the warmth and ecstasy but now, now it was different.
He wanted to learn her body, find out just what made her sigh and moan. He wanted to know about the different ways she expressed pleasure. As chatty as Olivia was in conversation, in intimate acts she was silent, dwelling in the senses and focused solely on the experience.
Steve was worked up himself from watching her revel in his touch. Her parted lips, flushed cheeks and ragged breaths brought him to attention. He was soon hard and aching for her.
He kissed her in a deep drugging depth, her lips parted to receive in wanting and he slide his tongue into her mouth, tasting her. She still carried the sweet, chocolaty richness and it only made him deepen the kiss.
She gripped him by the shoulders until her hands moved down, clawing softly yet desperately against his hard chest. Steve gently lowered his body onto hers, careful not to weight down on her comparatively smaller frame. Olivia on the other hand was eager to feel the press of his body and slyly weaved her legs around his trim waist.
Steve smiled against the kiss, highly entertained by her enthusiasm. He trailed his hands down, curved them under her plump derriere. He held her in his hand and gave an experimental squeeze.
Her reactions were instantaneous. She moaned into his mouth and kissed him intensely at the same time her hips moved, grinding against his pelvis. His whole body tensed at the pleasure that jolted through him when she rubbed up against his raging member. His free hand immediately planted itself on the arm rest above her, gripping it tightly for balance.
He couldn't wait any longer, the throbbing need could no longer be ignored. He had to have her.
"Olli." He called breathlessly, releasing her mouth with a superhuman effort. He strained his eyes open while towering above her. She looked to him from heavy lidded eyes, her honey brown orbs glittering in question.
"The condoms are in the bedroom." He reminded, nuzzling her cheek with his nose. He honestly didn't want to leave the couch but it felt awkwardly inevitable at this point.
"Oh I brought one."She announced softly, surprising him. He raised his head and watched wide eyed and perplexed as she searched beneath the robe underneath her and then pulled out a small, black, square packaging.
"Just in case." She added coyly, noticing his stunned disposition.
"You make it seem like sex will always be an unavoidable outcome with us. " He voiced in amused wonder.
"Well, yeah." She responded directing him a flat look. Steve's fair brows raised, amazed by her blunt affirmation. Olivia pinked.
"You started it, buddy." She huffed. "I am simply accommodating."
Steve gave a low husky laugh at her verbal defense, his eyes were glittering lovingly as he stared at her. He wondered, in smitten fascination, how she managed to make everything so endearing.
Olivia ripped into the foil and then gestured the condom to him while tossing away the empty wrapper.
"Here I thought I was being spontaneous." Steve sighed under his breath looking into her eyes.
"You are, just me from thirty minutes ago, got us covered." She assured with a flirtatious wink. Steve grinned and kissed her soundly. Distracting her with his drugging kiss, Steve shimmied out of his pants.. It was a little challenging while trying to balance his weight on one arm, but he managed to kick them away.
He released her from his kiss to focus on putting on the sheath. He accepted it rubber ring and slide it over his towering erection in a practiced ease.
Olivia grasped him gently by the jaw and reeled him in. Holding her twinkling gaze, he went willingly and she claimed his lips once more. His pulse was pounding from her deep, powerful kiss. It left him a little weak in the limbs and almost made him forget what he was about to do.
His free hand explored down the sweeping line of her chest and to her stomach. He palmed the surface, her skin was hot and thrumming beneath his finger tips. His touch travelled lower, branching off to her hip and then curving up the length of her juicy thigh. He reached her knee and then masked his palm over her kneecap before slowly easing aside her leg and then slipping further into her body.
She relaxed into his silent requests, her fingers dragging into the short, soft strands of his blonde hair. The act elicited a muffled moan of encouragement from him. Steve trailed wet hot kisses down her chin and to her throat. His hands worked wonders, toying and gently kneading her breasts with just the right amount of pressure.
Olivia was aware of every inch of his hard length pressed up against her body. Her skin warmed and her body grew restless, eager and trembling to have him inside her. Her hands travelled down his taut sides, feeling every stretch of powerful male muscle as he moved his mouth down to her chest.
"Captain, why are you teasing me?" She murmured, smiling a little at the sensual delight she felt at using his designation.
He paused in using his clever tongue to taste her to raise his head and observe her with his wide blue eyes.
"I am not teasing." He defended.
"Then what is taking so long?" She softly demanded.
Steve shook his head chidingly, the corners of his plump pink lips curled up in a amused smile.
"You are so impatient." He breathed, rising up onto his arms and caging her beneath his broad body. Olivia was distracted by the sight of his impressive physique. She forced her lustful stare to his handsome face.
"You are only learning this now?" She taunted daringly with a delectable lift of her chin. His eyes narrowed to playful slits.
"Wise ass." He grumbled. Despite the rebelliousness in his tone, Steve granted her wish and inched into her. His deliciously slow penetration roused a sharp gasp of pleasure from her. She pinched her eyes shut and allowed the pleasure to consume her like a slow flame.
"God." Steve gasped dizzily, equally taken by the bliss.
"Does it always feel this good?"
"You sound like you are complaining." She whispered amusedly, lipping his pristine nose up and then his forehead. Steve had his head bowed towards her, his whole body trembling
"No, never." He rasped out directing her a coy grin. "Not about this anyway."
Olivia's heart warmed in adoration for her sweet boyfriend. She cupped his face in her dainty hands, gently brushing aside damp strands of hair off his high temple.
"You feel good too, Steve." She said breathlessly as he began to move at a wonderfully measured pace.
"Better than anyone else."
Steve was taken aback by her vow, the meaning in her words flooded his soul with joy. He swooped down and fiercely claimed her mouth in a fevered kiss. She returned his affections enthusiastically, the hot moistness of her tongue mating with his.
Despite the slow pace of his movements, his strokes were deep and hit her just where she desperately needed it. Olivia loved the leisurely pace, there was no hurry, no frantic rush to reach the end of ecstasy. They were engrossed in each other, taking the time to get lost in warmth and bliss they shared.
Her hands glided up and down his sides and then curved towards his back, gripping and pressing her fingertips into his rippling muscles. The hard heat of his chest and taut belly rocked against hers and she adored every minute of it.
She wished she could lean up and nibble at that gorgeous neck of his, but the position denied her that. Steve was careful not to drop his full weight on to her. Olivia wondered, through her haze of pleasure, how he managed to keep his body up for so long.
Her bleary gaze wandered down his shoulders and to his arms. They were flexed and towering on either side of her head, she marveled over the sheer size and strength they possessed. Dazedly her hands traced the curve of his impressive biceps, down to the smooth sinuous planes of his forearms. The tiny crisp hairs on his arms were damp from his exertions but he did not seem tired at all, too caught up in the heat of the moment.
She was brought out of her besotted thoughts when the pleasure began to build, threatening to consume her whole.
Steve knew he was almost there, he was at the cusp of rapture but he didn't want to fall, not yet. He wanted to watch her give in first. He had missed it the first two times, too caught up in his own pleasure, but he knew how to control it now, he wanted to witness what Olivia had seen in him.
"S-Steve." She uttered softly under her breath. His thundering heart clenched, he couldn't ignore the strange effect Olivia had on him when she whispered his name with such longing.
She was close, she had her eyes pinched shut awaiting the climax. He increased his pace experimentally, wondering if it was the right thing to do. She moaned and locked her legs around his torso, her ankles digging into his back. She clung to him desperately.
Steve gripped the arm rest tightly, his finger nails digging into the leather, clinging to the straying edges of sanity. He gritted his teeth, his jaw muscles clenching under his skin.
Not yet.
With one more thrust she surrendered and Steve watched with rapt attention. He heard the blissful moans that left her bee kissed lips, watched the way her body arched into his and her head lolled back. He was transfixed by the sight of her yielding to passion.
Witnessing her release made him meet his own. Steve tensed above her and then let go with a ragged groan, his hot release flooding out of him, taking the pressure of ecstasy with it. His arms trembled, dazed by the orgasm. Unable to hold up his body any longer, slowly, at snail's pace, lowered himself on to her.
Olivia smiled and gladly accepted his form onto hers, her hands rubbed soothing up his firm back, tracing the line of his spine. She felt warm and safe beneath him, then again, she knew that anyone who stood next to Captain America felt safe and secure. But to be under him surrounded by his warmth was an entirely different feeling of being cherished.
They lay there for several moments, struggling to even their harsh breathing. Olivia relaxed into cotton robe that she laid over. She closed her eyes, experiencing the last waves of her bliss when she felt him move against, she squinted her eyes open.
Steve pressed up onto his elbows and stared down at his girlfriend. Rosy skin, tousled inky black tresses and glittering honey brown eyes.
"You are beautiful." He voiced his thoughts.
She blinked, surprised by his declaration, then her pinked cheeks took on an even bright, bashful shade. She grinned toothily that made his own smile widen.
"So are you." She murmured tilting her head to the side, her gaze wandering dazedly over his sculpted face. Steve beamed, his dimples deepening as he leaned down and nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck.
"Narcissists unite." She cheered abruptly with a thrust of her arms from beside him.
Steve's whole body trembled with laughter.
Steve stirred away to the sound of his blaring cell phone. Instincts kicked in and his hands immediately shot to his bedside table. His palm slammed over the device and then he gripped it tightly before bringing to his body. Wearily he glanced down at the caller ID and was instantly relieved that it wasn't from Shield. However, he did wonder why Tony Stark was calling.
"Tony?" He answered drowsily. He remembered to keep his voice quite due to his sleeping girlfriend. He chanced a glance at her to make sure he hadn't disturbed her slumber.
Olivia was curled up contently into his side, wrapped up in his bed sheet, immersed in a deep sleep.
"Hey Capsicle, did I disturb your beauty sleep?" Iron Man demanded, distracting Steve away from his lover.
"You'd think doing seventy years as a ice berg would be enough rest eh?" Tony grumbled sardonically.
"Well I was pretty exhausted last night." Steve groaned, palming his face.
"I knew it!" Tony exclaimed in a scandalized delight, startling the Captain.
"Pepper you owe me ten bucks, Olivia is with Steve."
Rogers rolled his eyes, too somnolent to argue.
"Oh that's great, ask him about the plan?"
This however, alerted him.
"Plan? What plan?" He demanded softly.
"Good news Buddy, Pepper and I are in Washington, I have a meeting with Fury in a few minutes and my lovely CEO is tending to some business affairs."
Steve blinked, surprised by the announcement.
"Oh, that's great Tony." He yawned.
"Yup, so Pepper wants to double date." Tony continued not deterred from the lack of enthusiasm from the Captain.
"Think your girl will be up for it?"
"Sure I'll ask." Steve responded casually with a sleepy shrug.
He glanced at Olivia, his lips curling up in a doting smile.
"She is sleeping right now." He noted to Tony.
"Aw. Take a embarrassing picture of her drooling and send it to me."
"Tony, no." Steve frowned. He didn't like the idea of sending pictures of his girlfriend on his bed, wrapped up in a blanket. It suggested her nakedness and the idea of another man (other than him) seeing her naked irked the Captain.
"She doesn't drool?" Tony pestered on. "What about snoring?"
"Yes." Steve bit his lip to suppress his laughter and continued to observe her sleeping form. IT wasn't loud appalling snoring as such but it was low and even with the occasional whistle of air. He knew it was a side effect of her weakness sinuous.
"It's kinda cute." Steve knew he was being biased. He knew he was so utterly in love with the woman that seeing her covered in mud would no doubt be adorable to him.
"Aw." Tony cooed.
"Take. The. Picture." Stark insisted forcefully.
Steve dead-panned and then sighed irately.
"Good bye Tony." He stated sternly and lowered the phone away from his ear. The last thing he heard was Stark's distant, muffled protests before he cut the line. He tossed the mobile on to the edge of his mattress and turned to face his sleeping girlfriend. He smiled contentedly and gathered her into his arms. She stirred and Steve immediately tensed, thinking that he had woken her up. But she shifted a little and then rubbed her face against his bare chest, muttered something inaudible and stilled in his arms.
Steve sighed in relief, his doting smile wide as he closed his eyes. He soothingly petted her messy, head of hair and closed his eyes. The Captain relaxed into the comfort of his bed and the woman in his arms and drifted back into a for a few more minutes of good rest.
As you can probably tell, I am rushing through this story and I have yet to reach the part I want to, I am too close to the deadline I set for myself. I think I might have to publish the Bucky story at the same time if I plan to finish this off before May.