PLEASE READ: Guys just to clear up a few stuff from questions and speculation earlier. I had planned out Steve/Olivia ending since last year, I know exactly how it is going to end and it will be a happy ending but also their story doesn't end in this story alone. YES they will be making appearances in the Bucky story and they will be pretty major ones ;). They will have two endings actually. One in this story and one in the Bucky story, you guys will get what I mean.
Please trust that I will do this story justice. I mean you guys liked the story so far right? If I fuck it up I will totally understand the hate mail, but other than that, I had all of this already in mind so I dont plan to stray from it. The Bucky Story will be my last fan-fiction ever. So I plan to go out with a bang!
Yay, quick update. So this is chapter is a pretty big deal. A good friend of mine is going through her exam week. This is dedicated to you Kay ;) Lots of chapters for you once you get back to the internet ^^.
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Olivia-no middle name- Thorne, was stuck between a rock and a hard place.
Even though she preferred the hard place to be Steve's God like physique and the rock to actually be any surface really. She was pretty sure she would make the man orgasm while he lay a top a post-it note-but that's beside the point.
There was a root to her problem and it started Saturday morning at three am. Olivia noticed that it was a odd pattern for nightmares to wake her up at that specific time in the night. She remembered as a child she was convinced because it was the devils hour, but since the devil never really made an appearance, she just accepted it as a weird coincidence.
She was woken up by a nightmare around the same time that night, except she wasn't the one having one.
It was Steve. His heavy body, moving roughly beside her was what stirred her from her sleep, the whimpers kept her awake. She was lying on her side, curled up with her back to him. At the sound of his distress she turned to him very carefully. Even though the room was shrouded in darkness, the street light casted a gentle glow over his face.
His eyes were pinched shut, his face tense and lips parted as heavy raspy breaths left his mouth. The shadows that angled against the light on his sharp features made his expression seem even more ominous.
Olivia resisted the urge to interrupt his dream and simply waited anxiously for it to pass. She had dealt with such nightmares before, with Norah. She had suffered from Somnolence Syndrome and they were extremely vivid. The doctor had advised her to simply wait for the bad dream to pass and then offer physical comfort when the person wakes up.
With a eight year old it was simple but she didn't know how she was going to comfort Steve. She didn't know how to deal with PTSD and she was sure that was what Rogers was suffering in that moment.
So she had sat up and waited, helplessly watching his struggle and hoping he would wake up soon, and he did. His eyes snapped open and his harsh breaths were the only source of noise within the room. His broad, chiseled chest was rising and falling rapidly as his crystal blue eyes shot around the room, accessing any danger.
"Steve." She called softly and steadily, her voice barely above a whisper. His startled gaze immediately snapped in her direction, his head moving heavily against his pillow.
"Olli?" He called out in to the darkness, his voice trembling.
"I'm here." She responded, reaching out and lightly placing her hands over his, careful not to overwhelm him with new sensations. A little sigh of relief left his lips at the feeling of her warm, loving hand. He gripped her with shaking fingers and took a few more deep, cleansing breaths.
"Why are you sitting up?" He demanded after a moment.
"Did I hurt you?" He continued in alarm, sitting up in a jolt, before Olivia could answer.
"No of course not." She insisted, desperate to assure him. Steve wasn't convinced and his whole body tensed in fear. Olivia was tempted to turn on the light so he would be able to see that she was unharmed, but she didn't want to risk the lights worsening his stress.
She inched closer to him, her hands moving further up his strong arm as she did.
"I just woke up and moved back a bit, in case you started to thrash or something." She explained quietly, hesitant to reach out to his face in case the contact was unwanted.
"I swear you didn't do anything." She emphasized.
After a moment she saw the silhouette of his broad shoulders, slump submissively. Her heart went out for him, she wanted to soothe him with her touch but didn't know if it would help. His breathing was harsh and uneven, he sounded incredibly parched, maybe replenishing his liquids is what he needed.
"Do you want some water? I'll can get you a glass of water-" Olivia had already thrown her legs over the edge of the bed, ready to head to the kitchen.
"Wait Olli-" His sudden cry abruptly died. She looked to him.
The lonely sorrow in his soft, pensive expression made her insides melt. She immediately knew what he desired and it wasn't aqua. She moved to him again and carefully wrapped her arms around his wide shoulders. Steve was tense at first, unsure, but she kissed him gently on the side of his face while murmuring soothing words.
Dr. Rice was right, physical assurance was all a person needed. Olivia slowly rolled back on to the mattress, taking him with her. Steve adjusted his position so only half of his torso was lying on her body, he didn't want to press his full weight on to her but at the same time it fell so good to be in her arms. He rested the side of his face on her shoulder, the hairs at his crown brushed at her throat and jaw line. Olivia smiled and rubbed at the flowing, fluid lines of his bareback with her other hand soothingly raked through his soft, damp, blonde locks.
"Sorry about the water thing, that was dumb." She said after a moment. "That's obviously not what you need but it was the first thing that came into my mind because that's what Norah usually wanted."
"She had nightmares?" He asked, a tad breathlessly, closing his eyes and reveling in her loving caress.
"Hm, a lot." She murmured.
Steve's senses were heightened from the nightmare and he could hear the occasional sound of whizzing cars on asphalt just outside his window. His heart was still pounding against his chest, the sound echoed between his ears. It was always at around this time when he woke up sweating and terrified. Usually he would lay on the bed for a little while longer until he gave up on trying to sleep again, he would shrug on his running clothes and head outside, to the National Mall.
He had thanked his lucky stars that he wasn't plagued with nightmares the first time Olivia slept with him and the last two times. He didn't know what exactly triggered them and he wish he had some way to stop them. He was so relieved she wasn't scared and accepted him into her arms unconditionally.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Olivia asked meekly, still petting his head.
The nightmare was all too vivid in his mind. The Howling Commandos dying around him and Peggy, her cold dead eyes scared the life out of him. He knew she wasn't dead, when he woke up anyway. She was still in the hospital in the senior ward, waiting for him to come visit, but he had been a coward.
The self loathing and guilt he felt strangled at the insides of his throat.
"Not right now." He whispered, she hummed in understanding.
He listened to the gentle rhythm of her heart for a while longer and realized he rather hear her voice, the soft whispering tone of it, rich with mirth and adoration. He tucked his hands under her body and hugged her a little tighter but not to hurt.
"Can you please keep talking?" He asked almost pleadingly.
"Asking me to keep talking is a extremely rare request, now I am really conscious about the fact that my mouth is moving and I am struggling to think of something interesting to say."
Steve chuckled softly like a weary sigh.
"I am sure you will come up with something." He whispered against her skin.
"Um. I can sing to you?"
"You can sing?" He marveled.
"Not very well, rap is the preferred option but I might drop a sick verse that will end up being counterproductive."
He smiled and slide up a fraction, his damp muscled chest heated against hers. He buried his face into the nape of her neck and breathed in her welcoming lavender scent.
"Sing to me Olli."
Olivia blushed at the request, even though she was the one who had given the idea in the first place. She was never a singer and never the lullaby type, but it was the only way Norah felt safe, the way her own mother had made her safe.
"When the rain is blowing in your face and the whole world is on your case. I can offer you a warm embrace, to make you feel my love."
A shuddering breath left Steve's lips as a wave of serenity washed over him. His eye lashes lowered as the spell of sleep seduced his body to rest, just as her raspy, gentle voice did.
"When the evening shadows and the stars appear and there is no one there to dry your tears. I could hold you for a million years, to make you feel my love."
As effective as her singing had been at settling Steve down to a deep slumber, that wasn't the hard place she was referring to.
He was reserved that morning during breakfast. Not that he purposefully ignored her existence, he was just lost in his thoughts most of the time.
Olivia normally dwelled in comfortable silences. However when the still seemed easy to him, Olivia on the other hand couldn't help but feel like there was something wrong.
After breakfast she was helping him clear out the table while occupying her mind with a list of things she had to do at the conference. That was when Steve had announced the strangest thing she had heard all year from him.
He told her he was going to go see Peggy at the hospital.
Olivia took a painstakingly long time to figure out who this Peggy he was referring to, then it hit her like a brick. Peggy, the-gorgeous-woman-on-the-wall-at-the-Smithsonian, Peggy. The Peggy who was his crush at one point, the one he had a date with before he was submerged in the frozen waters of the arctic. That Peggy.
When Olivia had recited all of this to him with one big question mark, Steve nodded frankly.
She had no response except for gaping surprise. Steve smiled and assured her there was nothing to worry about. The woman was in her late nineties, hospitalized and most importantly, married with grown children. Technically widowed with children but the defining factor was her age.
But Olivia was not reassured by it, it didn't change the fact that Steve was going to see a former beau. In a moment of insecurity she wondered if he felt more comfortable to talk about his nightmare with a fellow combatant than his girlfriend.
Olivia felt like an outsider. But she didn't dare share her feelings and forced a smile before nodding in acceptance. She knew she couldn't force him to stay, after all the burning determination in his gaze was hard to ignore and she didn't want to stand in the way of him visiting an old friend, or whatever they were.
The rest of the morning was a blur. Steve dropped Olivia off at the hotel, kissed her and wished her good luck. Her response wasn't as enthusiastic and he noticed. She didn't know how to be fake around him even if she was, she learned that he was always able to tell.
But Steve didn't say anything. Olivia didn't stick around to watch him drive off and headed into the conference hall, with a heavy heart.
Olivia Thorne never considered herself to be the jealous type. Sure she has felt jealous before and over a women but she never let it rule her day and put her on hinge. But this was different, she wanted to know what was so special about this Peggy that had such a strong hold on Steve.
Olivia didn't like not knowing.
Steve climbed up the stairs to his apartment at a sluggish pace. The day turned out to be more miserable than he hoped. The time he took to see Peggy didn't go as planned and he was pretty sure Olivia was annoyed at him for going in the first place.
He didn't think too much about how it would impact her, but later on, on the commute from the bike to the hospital, he couldn't stop picturing her doleful eyes. He had made her insecure and he felt like an ass for it. He knew he had to make it up to her.
Maybe I'll order pizza from that place she likes. That sounded like an idea, pizza didn't fail to make her happy and Steve always wanted joy for her. She was so patient with him during that horrible nightmare that left him scared. Even though his sleep was disturbed she held him close until he was lulled to slumber.
But in the morning he couldn't shake the nightmare. It was of Peggy dying before his eyes. He had already lost one friend and he wasn't planning on losing another without at least trying to form a connection again.
Steve had wanted to visit Peggy Carter for a while. He had kept her file for months, reading through her last location details. He didn't feel ready, he carried feelings for her and woke up with the same longing seventy five years later. Peggy had moved on, got married, had a family, retired with honors and settled in a elders home.
It was too soon, his heart couldn't bare it, the reality would have been crushing. But he was moving on, he fell in love with someone else and she was helping him more than she knew. Seeing Peggy again wasn't as hard as he thought it would be, however, he wasn't expecting the opposing reaction.
Steve sighed. With all his empathy and concern for others, he knew he still had a lot to learn about dealing with women.
He had to make amends with Olivia, assure her there was nothing to worry about.
Steve was already mentally listing out the things he could do. He opened his door during the process of eliminating a few ideas, but when he stepped into the living room, his thoughts fell silent at the sight of his pretty girlfriend.
Olivia was sitting at his dining table the side of her profile facing him. She was dressed in her over sized black sweater and loose, ankle length, lilac pajama pants. She had one leg tucked under her shapely behind while the other dangled off the edge of her chair, swinging back and forth in a slow cadence. Her gaze was directed down at the laptop screen in front of her, the white glow from the device reflected on the surface of her glasses.
Steve wasn't expecting her to be home so soon. He was under the impression he had to pick her up, after he had ordered pizza and laid it out all fancy to surprise her. But all those ideas fell straight to the dumps when he spotted a bag of Chinese take out on the corner of the table.
He smiled wearily to himself, his eyes glittering in adoration. It was nice to come home to someone.
He shut the door behind him and locked it. The sound alerted her of his presence. She turned to him and their eyes met.
Steve was expecting some form of hostility, but she beamed radiantly at the sight of him.
"Welcome back!" She exclaimed quickly on her feet but her smile fell when she studied the lingering grief in his creased brows and wide eyes.
"You okay?" She asked uncertainly.
"Yeah." He answered instinctively. She frowned, unconvinced.
"How is Peggy?" Olivia inquired softly, her head tilted to the side.
Steve didn't want to think about that just yet. Instead he chose to push the incident to the back of his head and approach his girlfriend instead.
"Olivia..." He called, reaching her in slow strides. "I was thinking, were you really okay with me seeing her?"
His eyes were shinning in vulnerability, but he braved forward until he stood a few inches away from her.
Olivia blinked, a little surprised he had asked the question but then a soft smile of relief curled up at her lips.
"You want the truth?" She asked.
The closed the gap between them, he gathered her hands in his, desiring her warm soothing touch.
"Always." He murmured, holding her steady gaze.
"I was a little weirded out." She said. "I mean you were going to see an ex but then again you guys never got together and she is a friend. Anyway in a nosey and jealous rush I kinda did some research on her."
Steve's brows lifted in wonder, unsure how to process the information.
"Look at this!" Olivia suddenly exclaimed, turning away from him to pick up the laptop and angle it so the screen was facing him. The display was frozen on the window of a random search page with paragraphs of text he couldn't be bothered to read. Mainly because he was too busy marveling over the fact it was his computer she was using.
"Peggy Carter is epic." Olivia concluded with a firm, confident, nod of her head.
"This is password protected." Steve pointed out, gesturing to his laptop.
"It wasn't that difficult to guess, really Steve?" She directed a flat unapologetic look at him.
"Apple cake?"
"I love apple cake." He mumbled defensively. Olivia grinned and shook her head in amusement. She lovingly hugged him around the arm and then averted her attention back to the screen.
"Don't worry I didn't go through your secret files but look. Oh my gosh.." She released him to press on the down arrow of the keyboard, the page scrolled down its contents.
"She is the founder of SHIELD, a woman! Do you have any idea how amazing this is?" Olivia gushed fanatically, pointing wildly to the words. "She fought with the Howling Commandos, basically double o seven minus the excessive spy toys and unnecessary sexcapades. She is the coolest. I don't think this has ever happened before, researching on a potential threat only to fall in love with her."
"So you are okay with this?" Steve asked, searching her face apprehensively. Despite her enthusiasm considering Peggy Carter and her many achievements. Steve couldn't help but worry that Olivia hid her true feelings beneath, but her large, excited smile warned him otherwise.
"I started thinking maybe this was harder for you, I mean isn't she a reminder of all that you could have had?" She mused kindly to him. Olivia felt she was being justified after all, Peggy Carter was beautiful, fearless, exciting and British, things that she didn't consider herself to be. Not the Carter's ambitious extent anyway.
"In the beginning yeah, but not anymore, definitely not now."
She blushed heavily under the loving implication in his sea blue eyes. Her insecure thoughts were forgotten from one, assuring, passionate look from him.
"Well anyway, she is dope." She uttered sheepishly, lowering her gaze shyly.
"You are dope." Steve breathed grabbing her attention. She laughed in velvety tone at how alien the word sounded on his usual 1940's dialect, prone tongue. He grinned, watching keenly as she smiled.
Olivia felt that familiar thrumming in her belly with Steve looked at her as if he wanted to devour her, there was such raw lust in his clear gaze. She swallowed hard as he gripped her by the curve of her hip and pulled her into a hot, desperate kiss.
The scent of honey comb instantly flooded her senses and she was clay in his hands. Steve gently pressed his body into hers, the weight caused her to lean back into the edge of the table for support.
Her blood was heating in anticipation, she was finally between the hard places she wanted to be in. Steve didn't waste any time, as she eagerly drank his kiss, his hands moved under her sweater, molding up the warm, soft flesh.
Their tongues swirled, mated and tasted each other hungrily. Steve sighed into her mouth at the sensation of her warm skin, it was home to him, her smell, her taste, her soul, everything was a rich embroidery of what he wanted to be near to, to be able to feel in his hands.
His thoughts were racing, he reached past her, slammed his laptop shut and roughly pushed it back. The device slide across the oak and slowed to stop at the center.
Olivia gasped when he suddenly lifted her up and placed her on the table. Delighted, she embraced him around the neck as they kissed ardently.
She pulled him closer, palming the breadth of his remarkable shoulders and then reeling him in. Steve moved willingly as she parted her legs for him.
Steve smoothed his hands up the length of her juicy thighs and to her torso again. His touch snaked under her woolly sweater and up the heated surface of her skin. They were pressed so tightly that the delicious heat of her core called to him, teasing his erection
"Ah, Steve." She panted pulling away from his kiss. He hadn't even started pleasuring her yet but she sounded desperate. For what he did not know, but he intended on finding out.
"What is it?" He whispered, kissing her neck while stroking the curves of her waist.
"Tell me what you want, Olli." He murmured, his breath hot against her skin. He leaned back a few centimeters to read her face. Her eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, her face flushed and her lips parted, gasping for air.
"Touch me." She rasped gripping his right wrist and guiding his hands southward. Steve's eyes widened in wonder, his heart racing in anticipation. His fingers inched below the elastic restraint of her pants and towards the increasingly warm, throbbing part of her. Their gazes met and Steve was overwhelmed by the intimacy in the action.
"Here." She sighed when he cupped her warmth. A shiver of desire passed through her skin, forcing her to drop her hands onto to the table and brace herself.
His heart pounding frantically, excited to explore that part of her. After all the sensual encounters they have had, Steve had yet to touch her there. His middle finger slide perfectly between her slick folds, he felt a hardened jewel center of her sex. She winced in pleasure when he applied more pressure to her clit.
"Like this?" He asked his white hot gaze flickering to her for guidance, his pace increasing.
"Slower." She begged, he obeyed.
"Yes." She moaned, her head falling back as the pleasure began to build.
Steve smiled, watching her ease into his touch, trembling with yearning making his belly quiver with want. She was so wet and hot and the sensations only intensified the more he pleasured her. It was the most curious thing. He knew he would rather watch her completely bare before his eyes, but her expressions still brought the same amount of fascination.
Her long, inky lashes were fanned over the apples of her cheeks. Her face was relaxed but the skin between her eyebrows were pinched in sensual focus.
He bit his lip in longing, utterly taken by her endearing ways.
"Better?" He asked as he nuzzled her fevered brow.
"Mhm." She murmured struggling to form words from the dizzying pleasure.
Steve was enjoying this, learning about her body and seeing what made her quiver. He stopped stroking her for a moment to slide his two fingers down, inching into her. She clenched at the feeling of his digits filling her, her hips bucking into his hand. Then, while pumping his fingers into her, he realized he could still use his thumb and pressed the padded base on to her clit.
The reaction he received was highly encouraging.
"Does that feel good?" He inquired slyly, marveling over how sensitive she was to his touch. Her hips rocking at a sudden will of their own.
"So good." She moaned, watching him through heavy lidded eyes as if struggling to stay conscious.
Steve's grin was wicked, his lustful gaze hooded over in desire. He used his free hand to search under her sweater again, his palm covered the soft, globe of her breast and then squeezed gently.
She gasped his name, desperately clawing at his chest.
"I like making you feel good, Olli." He vowed lovingly, she whimpered and leaned forward, seeking his lips. He granted her silent wish and kissed her wildly as his hands continued to pleasure her, determined to drive her to the brink of insanity.
It was too much to bear, she didn't expect him to be this good. Her mind was a storm of crazed need and ecstasy. She knew if they continued on top of that table, she wouldn't be able to last once he was inside her. She was frustrated at herself for forgetting to keep a condom at the desk, but she wasn't expecting Steve to pounce on her.
"T-the bedroom." She reminded against his tepid lips.
"Not yet." He murmured tonguing the corner of her mouth.
"What?" She countered breathlessly, determined to know but struggling to keep her release at bay. He buried his face into the nape of her neck, nipping and sucking on her skin.
"I want to watch you cum."
"Oh God." She was startled by the sudden jolt of pleasure that racked her body, her eyes pinched shut absorbing his words in a trembling disbelief. She couldn't fathom what she had just heard spill from Captain Appropriate's lips.
"You shouldn't say things like that." She implored desperately, Steve chuckled low and highly entertained.
"Does it excite you?" He asked mirthfully, his smile was sensual.
"Yes." She purred, a few seconds later the ecstasy climbed to build to a feral level. He felt that her control was beginning to fray in her moans and writhing body.
He fixed his heated stare on to her, watching her every move very carefully. Her fingers wrapped around his arm that was partly hidden under her sweater. His hand moved from cupping her breast to palming her chest. Her heart was hammering against his fingertips, about to burst.
"Steve!" She cried when the climax hit. Her body bent towards him from the waist up.
Steve watched, his own pulse thumping and pupils dilated. The shudders that passed through her slowly died down. She collapsed on to the table, utterly spent and frantically breathing to regulate her burning lungs. Her arms felt like they were pumped with lead, but when Steve's handsome face came into view, hovering above her and smiling victoriously, she couldn't resist the urge to caress the side of his face.
The captain was caught under her tousled, heart-breaking smile. He knew in that moment, he would do anything to bring that dazed happy smile to her features. He angled his face and pressed a devoted kiss into her palm.
Olivia was quite content to lay on the cool, wooden table for a while longer, but Steve had other plans.
She was surprised when he scooped her up into his big strong arms, but she uttered no complaint, perfectly content with snuggling into his warm body. His chest rumbled when he chuckled at her sheepish ways. He pressed a doting kiss to her hairline while heading towards their shared bedroom.
"Dirty talk, seriously?" Olivia demanded up at Steve from her relaxed position on his bed. Steve was stripping off his day wear. He was shirtless and in the middle of shimming out of his jeans, when her question grabbed his attention.
He glanced in her direction to find her staring at him, dead-panned.
"Are you trying to drive me crazy?"
He cracked a grin, pushed down his pants in one swoosh and then straightened up before kicking the clothing away. He approached the foot of the bed in his boxers.
Olivia had stripped off her pajama bottoms the moment her feet had touched the floor when Steve carried her into the room. He had laughed at her enthusiasm, even more so when she quickly scurried under the sheets, waiting for him to follow.
"I didn't think you would like that so much." He murmured while crawling onto the mattress.
"I haven't even heard you cuss so you can imagine my shock." She pointed out bluntly.
"I cuss." He objected with a mischievous upturn at the corners of his mouth "Sometimes, work gets pretty intense and if someone doesn't do things the right way I can't help but express my irritation in words"
Olivia couldn't help but giggle at his coy description. A breathless laugh escaped his lips. He caged her under him, his eyes narrowing playfully.
"You are the one who rarely cusses." He teased.
"Oh I was a potty mouth believe me." Olivia insisted with a reminiscent smile.
"My sailors lingo was tamed after Norah started living with me, plus I lost out on a lot of cash because of her damn Swear Jar. Kids." She grumbled fondly. Steve smiled fell back onto his side beside her legs. His heated gazed travelled down the curves of her athletic limbs, his coverlet weaved sensually around them. His admiring gaze stopped at her feet, watching the way she wriggled her stubby toes.
"You have cute feet." He observed in smitten fascination, reaching out and lightly pinching at her big toe. The nails were a painted a matte rosy pink that complimented her caramel complexion.
"Charlie used to call them Hobbit feet." Olivia announced.
Steve frowned, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion, his attention honing in on her feet as if trying to link Charlie's name calling to them.
"They are not hairy." He noted factually.
"It's such a turn on that you know that." Olivia muttered, amazed by him. Steve was just happy to understand a reference, let alone find error in it.
"Nah I used to walk around bare feet everywhere, it boggled his mind when I ran on gravel or hot sand." She explained whimsically.
"Didn't it hurt?" He wondered, concerned.
"The underside is surprisingly tough, must be my super power." She said. "You can feel it if you like."
Steve did want to feel her feet, but not in the way she was imagining. He didn't know what possessed him to want to touch her in such a manner but he couldn't resist. His hands glided down her firm legs, smoothing over her left knee cap and then to her foot. He tucked his hand under the curve of her heel. Her skin was dry and a little rough, evidence of frequent walks through Manhattan. He liked it though, proof of her travels written in her skin, the way hickeys were marks of their sensuous activities.
Balancing her foot on the center of his palm, he lifted it closer to his lips. Olivia's breathing hitched when Steve brushed his warm, soft lips against the arch of her foot. Her feet weren't particularly sensitive but she felt the press of his lips like a bolt of lightning. He felt her shivering response and he looked to her from beneath his sweeping sandy brown lashes, his ocean blue eyes swirling with lustful intent.
He kissed a fiery path up her leg, intentionally slow to arouse her. Olivia shifted impatiently but he gripped her at the hips, steadying her beneath his large body.
"It's weird how natural you are at this." She observed with a pounding heart.
His mouth moved against her inner thigh, she thought in a moment of heart racing anticipation that maybe he might do more than kiss her legs. But then he raised his head and planted his hands beside her waist, situating his lean hips between her warm thighs.
"Tell me what you want Olli." He whispered pecking her on the corner of her mouth. She smiled and bit her lower lip thoughtfully. She was tempted to tell him exactly what she wanted, but she was also consumed by how utterly sweet and generous he was. She didn't want to take advantage of it, especially since Steve was still learning.
Plus the press of his lengthy erection against her sex was hard to ignore. He was ready and hard from their encounter earlier and she ached deep inside for him. Holding his heated gaze, she gripped at the hem of her sweater and tugged it over her head.
His attention immediately fell to her hardened nipples and flushed skin. She tossed her woolly material to a corner in the room and then reached for him. She ran her fingers through his short, golden hairs. Steve raised his gaze to hers.
"I want you." She breathed and kissed him soundly.
He melted into her hold as she wrapped her arms tightly around his broad shoulders, pressing their bodies together. He met her kiss with the same intensity, parting his lips to grant her permission to taste him. Their tongues mated, swirling and fighting for dominance. Steve balanced one arm around her while the other reached out for the nightstand on his right.
He thumped his hand along the wooden surface, searching for the object he desired until he finally founded it. He gripped the condom packet in his hand and returned his arm back to the mattress to support his body.
He stopped the kiss that left him panting, to remove his boxers. Then he ripped into the foil and rolled the rubber on to his towering erection. Olivia waited, breathing hard while palming the breadth of his impressive build and scratching lightly his taut belly with her blunt nails. He groaned encouragingly and she did it again with a naughty little smile playing at her lips.
His body was quivering for her even as he finally entered her it still wasn't enough. Her touch curved under his arms and to his back, marveling over the kid-leather softness of his hard, solid body.
She felt the subtle twitch of each powerful male muscle beneath her fingers tips when he thrust into her. Her possessive touch travelled further south, along the path of his spine.
His slow deep strokes brought her to the edge faster than she had imagined. It was a little odd (but not unwelcomed) at how quickly he was learning. Sensuality seemed to be a easy feat to the normally awkward Captain.
"Olli." He would moan sweetly while dazedly kissing the curve of her shoulder. She held him tighter as the moment of rapture began to cave in on them.
She surrendered, her body arched up from the bliss as shudders racked her body. Steve collapsed on top of her, his gasps hot and uneven by her ear. He buried his face into the pillow, struggling to even his breathing.
Their harsh breathing filled the room. Olivia could hear her heart pounding between her ears as she stared up at the ceiling with bleary vision. The last waves of pleasure still passed through her, dizzying her mind.
"You are getting really good at this." She sighed after a moment.
"How bad was I before?" Steve asked, his dejected inquiry was slightly muffled against the pillow.
"I never said bad." Olivia responded grinning in amusement.
"No really, it's just you get better every time." She insisted while lovingly palming his back.
Steve rose up on his forearms, pinning her under his bright, blue eyes and pouting lips.
"You are biased because we are dating." He grumbled in objection. Olivia laughed with a flash of pearly white teeth.
"Yeah I am definitely biased because I love you." She snorted.
Steve's stilled, his ear twitched at the simple slip of her lips.
"What?" He demanded, his heart hammering from the impact of her declaration.
Olivia was smiling dreamily, her head tilted to the side and hair tousled adorably.
"What?" She murmured staring up at him with hooded eyes.
Steve stared down at her, stunned by the assertion that took his breath away. He knew that she hadn't realized what she had uttered so casually and he knew the moment it did hit her, the reaction would be dramatic.
Her smile fell, her eyes widened in dread and her face turned scarlet.
"Oh God." She gasped, the realization hit her and she was completely mortified.
"I didn't mean to say that!" She exclaimed in a panicked jolt, her hands that were caressing him immediately snapped back towards her body.
"You didn't?" He asked meekly, swallowing his disappointment, but the hurt shined through his blue gaze.
"No I mean I didn't mean to say it out loud, not like this, not when we are." Her stuttering came to a stop as she frantically gathered the blanket and hide her body from his absorbing gaze.
"Naked." She whispered harshly under her breath like it was suddenly scandalous.
"How long have you not been saying it out loud?" He asked, trying not to worry his lip.
"For a while." She confessed avoiding his gaze. His heart hammered loudly, fueled by the intense happiness that warmed through him.
"Oh God." Olivia groaned, burying her face into her hands in humiliation. Haul ass! her mind chanted continuously in a state of alarm. She lowered her arms, ignoring his stare and focusing her attention on the closed door.
"This is so embarrassing." She continued to ramble while inching to the edge of the bed, but his arms kept her trapped. The searing embarrassment was too much to bear.
"I didn't even realize I had said it-"
"Olivia."
She stilled in her attempts at trying to slide out from under him when his stern voice derailed her nervous babbling. He scooped his arm under her waist and gently reeled her back till she was held against his body and the soft mattress.
She nervously met his stare. Her heart lurched under the glow of the pure, adoration in his eyes. Her body began to experience a cocktail of panic, embarrassment and overwhelming feelings of love at the same time.
"I love you." He stated firmly.
Olivia stilled, the three lovely syllables had instantly silenced the rampant emotions that heated her blood. She didn't realize how much she ached to hear reciprocation until that defining moment.
He grinned dashingly, seeing the sudden ease in her tense, wide eyed expression.
"I am so relieved you said it because I was worried I would accidentally say it. It's my first and last thought of every day." He admitted softly.
"Why haven't you?" She asked, mystified.
"I didn't want to scare you." He murmured affectionately.
Olivia sighed and lowered her gaze, her eyes shivering restlessly.
"I am way past scared now, I've just barreled on through like a bumbling, unstoppable, moron."
Steve chuckled, delighted by her continued zest for wit. His laughter had eased her further and she looked to him, managing a crooked, bashful smile.
"Thank you for being so considerate." She said, cupping his face in her hand.
"Always." He leaned down and brushed his lips feather lightly against hers.
"Can you tell me again?" He requested timidly.
Olivia grinned and steadied her gaze onto his face.
"I love you, Steve." She said, staring deep into his eyes. Steve shuddered from the sincere avowal.
"It's really scary." She uttered, worrying her lower lip.
"The feeling?" He asked kindly, seeing the traces of her anxiety and fear of intimacy returning to her to the depths of her honey brown eyes.
"No, how easy it was to say it." She admitted, palming the breath of his chiseled chest.
"I didn't even think about the consequences." She whispered, her eyes following the movement of her hands.
"Hey." He called lovingly, slowly grabbing her attention. He smiled at the sight of her vulnerable expression and adoringly nuzzled her cheek.
"There are no consequences." He breathed, kissing her on the side of her face before moving his mouth to hers.
"None." He murmured against her lips before capturing her lips in a ardent kiss. Olivia's hands trembled when they returned to palm his shoulders. Despite being thoroughly overwhelmed and jittery from the confessions she was also, sated, happy.
He loves me. She couldn't help but smile secretively into the kiss while wrapping him tightly in his embrace. Not that Steve had ever given her a reason to doubt he cared about her, (the Peggy incident was minor at best) but it was still fulfilling, to be one of the lucky ones who have their love reciprocated.