lustxlachain: Thank you so much ^^ I'm glad you are enjoying it :).
Amalieaunstrup: Oh yesss but I might include a wall later on ;). I am writing smut while being a virgin, I think I know depravity babe.
Deathb4beauty: Wizard of literature? Wow thank you so much. I am going to pencil that down as a future pen name ;). Lol enslaving. Yes I am but it's for the best, I want to start working on my original stories which are more fantasy and dragon stuff ^^.
Guest: WHO ARE YOU? TELL ME YOUR NAME I MUST KNOW. YOU ARE THE SWEET PERSON IN THIS WORLD. WE MUST BE FRIENDS.
heroherodaletotherescue: Alright I am going to tell you this, since we are somewhat close now. your id name is too damn long to typ. I am just going to refer to you as HH. Is that okay? Lol would you expect any different from Olli, she is like super awk anyway xd Awk for awkward hahahahahaha-Peggy is my goddess I can't wait for the next season.
Dancindonna: Well you are a awesome person and reviewer ;). And yes I copy paste this on to Wattpad because I can't be bothered changing anything xD. Which was why you saw your name on there.
Jo: Aww thanks, also thank you for noting your name. UNLIKE SOME PEOPLE (looking at you, "Guest").
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Zabuzasgirl: Omg a Naruto penname, this is rare. Did you like the ending by the way? By that I mean Naruto.
Blushing Green Apple: I hate reviewing on phones too so dont worry, tots understand. Lol its so cute how you keep calling it "the deed"hahahahahah. 3 weeks later?! Whoa, those babies can last, that 99% is on point. I wish I could say that I planned the whole Olive thing but I didn't It was a wonderfully, perfect, mix of fate. Actually a friend pointed it out and we were giggling over it like idiots. I am glad you appreciated my sense of humor xD.
Thank you so much for the reviews guys! Keep them coming, gives me gumption! The next update is the Christmas one which I hope to update by Monday. That way I can finish off this story hopefully by the end of this month and not next year. New Year=Bucky. Lets keep that spirit up people!
*Also note Lorren Jensen is not a actual erotica writer (I dont think she is) I made her up for the sake of this story. also if anyone is wondering I did change the title from Meet Cute. Felt it was time, I was going to anyway didnt know why I took so long. xD soz.
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SSC
Steve Rogers was exuberant as he packed his clothes into his duffle bag that following morning. His ecstatic mood wasn't just for the fact that he was going to heading to New York soon (although that did contribute), it was the defining moment between Olivia him the night before.
She loves me.
He knew it was a cliché, but he really heard birds chirping outside his window that morning and the sun was brighter than normal.
Olivia was very aware of his chipper ways, also the fact that he made his affections extremely obvious by raining kisses on to her face every chance he got. Steve Rogers loves Olivia Thorne and he wasn't planning on letting her forget it.
Despite his adoring declaration, Olivia was the one that had brought him to ecstasy several times. She had become more confident, more affectionate in their last night in Washington and the morning after. She had pushed him over the edge of climax till he cried out her name, numerous times.
Not that Steve minded, he was more than content with her dominating him in bed, after all she was more experienced. That part did bother him. He had wondered in a state of mild insecurity if she was holding back on him because he was erudite in the art of seduction.
He liked taking control he knew he could, especially since the incident on top of his dining table. He had loved watching her writhe and moan desperately for him. He tried not to let it bother him too much, after all if Olivia was displeased she would have voiced her emotions. Maybe he was just being delusional.
They arrived at her home, after stopping at Charlie's to pick up Anakit. Steve did notice the cat had doubled in size since he last saw him. The once malnutrition, homeless kitten was now a pompous, regal feline that strolled about the home like he owned it.
"Babe, slight problem."Olivia suddenly announced while hanging up her scarf on the wooden peg.
"Problem?"He echoed while dragging their bags further into the house. Olivia sauntered over to him and then leaned in his body much like her feline companion.
"It's the last few days before Christmas so it is peak time for submitting all my projects and closing deals. After all, even my clients need a clear consciousness when they head out for the holidays and they are very compliant this time of the year. I plan to milk every bit of it."
"So you have work to do?"He asked staring down at her through hooded eyes. She nodded with a heavy sigh.
"Yes. I'm sorry, I much rather curl up with you and watch a movie or something but I need to get this stuff done."She murmured repentantly while weaving her arms around his wide torso.
"It's alright Olli, I understand."He insisted lovingly and then kissed the top of her head.
"I'll just head to the room, unpack and keep out of your hair."
"Thanks babe." She cooed and rose up onto her tip toes to plant a chaste kiss to his lips.
"I'll come find you in three hours, hopefully less."She promised, releasing him.
"Work hard."He enthused and then brushed past her with their luggage. Olivia stared after him dreamily.
Steve felt a little more himself after he changed out of his leather jacket and jeans and into his comfortable black, long sleeved shirt and grey yoga pants. The afternoon light streamed in from the bedside window, illuminating her charming room. Steve held the heavy duffle bag in his arms and wondered where to keep it.
The top of her cupboard was stocked with cardboard boxes. He didn't want the bag just lying around on the floor. The most idle place he could think of was under her bed.
He approached the side of the bed and fell to his knees onto fluffy white rug. Despite the occasional dust bunnies by the corners of the bed, the underside was vacant. He stuffed his bag into the space and moved to get up when something caught his eye.
It was the silhouette of a book. Steve guessed it must have fallen from somewhere on the bedside library. He reached under, gripped the novel and rescued it out from the shadows.
Steve got to his feet while dusting at the front of the cover. Strangely enough it wasn't as filthy as he expected, as if Olivia had purposefully kept it there. He observed the cover.
It was an illustration of a woman and a man. The woman was fair and dressed in what Steve could only describe as medieval peasant dress. The white sleeves of her dressed draped over her arms, the black bodice hugged her hour glass figure. The low, shoulder cut of her dress was provocative and her breasts seem ample and barely contained by her bodice.
Her dark hair was tied up into a bun a top her head and she was turned away, revealing the long, graceful expanse of her neck and corded muscles. She was staring at a distance as if about to run away from the man behind her.
The man was dressed in velveteen, crimson tunic with golden, floral embroidery. He had large, broad shoulders and seemed almost royal in comparison to the woman. His face was lowered towards the woman's bare shoulders, his hands were in the middle of clasping a diamond jeweled chain to her neck.
Steve noticed how the man's hair was strangely long to what he was accustomed to. Even though they shared the same golden, blond locks. The man in the picture had more waves and length to his hair and it fell rather regally onto his powerful shoulders. The cover seemed almost like a painting with its romantic, soft, warm colours and graceful brush strokes.
His blue eyes skimmed over the cursive, silver, gleaming title at the top of the book.
Princely desires by Lorraine Jensen.
Steve had never seen such a book, he was more of the nonfiction lover and very rarely read fictitious novels, but this one had his interest. What is this book that Olivia felt the need to hide it?
He sat down on the edge of her bed, leaned back on to the plush comfort of her pillows, crossed his ankles together and then opened to a random page.
Prince Alexander gulped hard, his chest heaving. He was breathless as he went back to sporting with her pert little clit, he could feel his control beginning to splinter at the seams, like a ship coming apart in a tempest.
Her wetness dripped down his cock as she writhed slowly, sliding her silken crevice along the upper surface of his pulsating shaft.
Steve gaped a sudden rush of heat to his face turned his cheeks a bright shade of pink.
Sweet Jesus. He shut the book on reflex, scandalized by what he had just read. His heart was racing in shock and he fixated his blue gaze on to the door, as if suddenly worried that someone might walk in. He knew he was being silly to be so paranoid, after all it was private behind the safety of ink on paper, but still, he couldn't help but feel extremely exposed.
What on earth? Steve was at a loss for words. He did not know such erotic ways could be stimulated through the written word. Despite being completely scandalized he couldn't help but resist the gnawing temptation to continue reading. After all, he was only human.
That gripping, shocking introduction had Steve revert back to the beginning of the book. Despite the heavily erotic scenes, the story was a bitter sweet in a way, the forbidden romance between a peasant girl and a arrogant prince with many witty oneliners, something he expected considering it was Olivia's book. There were certain times the man's motives were extremely questionable and not at all relatable for the Captain, but the intimacy was certainly...interesting.
Steve hadn't even realized the past time till he chanced a glance at the clock above the bedroom door. It was three thirty in the afternoon and he was only half way into the novel. He decided to go check up on his girlfriend, he was looking forward to teasing her taste in novels.
He shut the book (remembering the chapter he stopped at) and carefully placed the book back where he found it, under the bed.
Olivia sighed, relieved that she was finally done with her work for the day. Anakit was keeping her lap warm by sleeping on her thighs, curled up comfortably. Anakit wasn't happy about being woken up by his owner but Olivia needed to do her stretches.
The moment she was done, Steve walked into the living room with a strange, coy smile playing at her lips.
"What?" She inquired curiously and a little amused by her boyfriend's strange ways.
"Nothing" He insisted, unpersuasive. Olivia narrowed her gaze suspiciously.
Steve beamed charmingly and pressed a doting kiss to her forehead.
"I gotta a real craving for hot chocolate." He announced.
"Oh sounds good!" Olivia enthused, her suspicions soon forgotten.
"You are making it right?"
"Yes." He added with a wide roll of his eyes at her sheepish ways.
"Yay."
After Olivia had loitered around the kitchen while Steve made the hot chocolate, they made their way to her living room. They snuggled up on her the lounging space of her sectional couch and consumed the drink slowly while chatting. She was telling him about how her parents are trying to get ideas from her on what Steve would want for Christmas. The Captain was flattered and stunned by this, he didn't want her parents to stress over a thing he considered trivial. But Olivia insisted that her parents will think him too modest and get him something either way.
He sighed, placed his mug on the table and then leaned back into head rest of the chair, he had no retort. He didn't want to insult her parents by rejecting their gifts, after all he was buying one for them for Christmas too. Olivia was distracted by her window soon after that and he followed her doe eyed gaze. It was snowing, very lightly but the wispy, white flakes, descended from the grey skies.
Olivia was seated between his legs, her profile facing him but her head turned in the direction of the large view of Manhattan. He studied the tiny smile that curved up at her sculpted lips and admired the serenity in her honey brown eyes.
"I am guessing you like snow." He mused, earning a glance from her.
"Love it." She exclaimed, beaming at him. "Hate being caught in it though, stuffy nose and the cold is not my cup of tea, admiring it from a far is more my thing."
"I think Anakit agrees with you there." Steve noted, glancing at the feline that sat on the window sill, watching the icy crystals with rapt attention.
"So Steve, what do you want to do on this lazy evening?" Olivia asked, abandoning her empty mug onto the coffee table.
"Anything you want Olli." He murmured sweetly, watching her movements with his absorbing blue eyes.
"Oh no don't give me that kind of power." She breathed haughtily, looking to him with a gleaming gaze full of mischief.
"We wouldn't be lazy-ing if you know what I mean." She purred while crawling over his long legs.
The Good Captain grinned, watching his girlfriend approach him, a smoldering intensity darkening his sky blue eyes.
"I am into that." He murmured slyly as she caged his trim waist between her arms and knees.
"Yeah?" She questioned teasingly, her thick mane of dark hair curtained down the sides of her face. The frame of her glasses had slide down to rest at the base of her nostrils, making his nose seem almost button. Steve grinned at the sight of her honey brown eyes, gleaming in desire.
She straddled his hips, her touch climbed up his firm, chiseled body in teasing movements. He felt hot under the cotton material of his sweater, desperate to feel skin to skin.
Her smiling lips descended towards his. Steve didn't hesitate to slant up and capture her mouth in a fiery, hungry kiss. Olivia steadied her hands on his broad shoulders when he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her to his body. She smiled into the kiss, delighted by his continued enthusiasm.
He parted his lips and she caressed is tongue deeply. His deft hands that were rubbing up the outsides of her thighs moved upwards to her rear. He palmed her buttocks through her pants and then squeezed gently in a roguish intent. A sound escaped her lips that was like a light moan a sharp giggle, he tasted it on his lips and brought a smile of his own.
Olivia melted into his warm body, she felt the stirrings of his hardness and couldn't resist the mischief that clouded her thoughts. Subtly, she grinded against the growing length of him, earning a groan from the base of his throat. The sound alone made her wet and ready, she knew she would listen to him express pleasure all day.
"Meow."
Olivia was brought out of the kiss at the sound of her Anakit. The cat sat at the head of the couch, rather majestically while observing them with his gleaming, golden eyes.
Olivia sighed and rolled her eyes. This cat I swear.
Steve had hardly noticed, too invested in getting into her pants to care about the presence of the cat. His hands were sliding up and under her sweater, stroking her sides.
"Wait." Olivia murmured stilling his arms.
"Huh?" He uttered, dazed. His bleary, aqua gaze fell to his girlfriend. Olivia smiled in a sweet apologetic way.
"Sorry babe, one second." She insisted kindly and then stretched over him. Steve watched, perplexed as Olivia gathered Anakit into her arms and climbed off him. He waited patiently even though his girlfriend had left him thoroughly aroused. He remained on the couch, feeling rather empty without her in his arms. He could hear the rush of her footsteps heading down the corridor between the bedrooms.
She arrived with that same apologetic smile curved at her lips, Steve grinned on reflex as she straddled him again.
"I'm not a fan of getting my freak on in front of animals, even though they seem to enjoy including me as a spectator in their...procreation." She mumbled while getting comfortable on his lap. Steve laughed at her statement while nodding in mirthful understanding.
"I get that." He chuckled while palming her knees. "Honestly I forgot he was here."
"Good thing he isn't around to hear you say that." Olivia winked earning a petulant smile from him. Steve watched as she placed a condom packet on the edge of the coffee table and then focus her lustful gaze onto him.
"Now, where were we?" She purred and leaned forward, seeking his lips. Steve grinned and gladly complied. He kissed her lovingly while gathering her into his eager arms. She yielded willingly, their chests met, hearts pounding.
As much as Steve enjoyed having Olivia on top, the things he read in her book earlier would not leave his mind. They were enticing him to be a little daring.
Olivia was startled when Steve abruptly sat up while holding her tightly. She was even more surprised and impressed by how gracefully he turned them over till he was the one on top. He distracted her from her questions with his drugging kiss. She draped her arms around his firm, sturdy shoulders as his hands traveled down her body, molding the curves of her waist.
Steve pushed up at the heavy, woolly material of her sweater. Olivia didn't need a map to know where he was heading with such a subtle movement. She released him to drag her sweater up and over her head.
The friction from her disrobe tousled her thick mane of curls, but Steve couldn't help but find the look somewhat charming. His gaze wandered over her naked form in dazed admiration, but it was interrupted when he caught her attempting to take her glasses off, from the corner of his eye.
"Leave them on." He found himself ordering her.
She stilled and looked to him in question.
"My glasses?" She asked, her head tilted to the side.
Steve nodded wordlessly, the hunger in his gleaming sky blue eyes expressed his desire. Olivia's dark brows lifted in intrigue, a impish smile curving at her lips.
"Kinky." She breathed lowering her arms onto his chest and gently dragging her blunt nails up his taunt torso.
"Gotta secretary fetish do ya?" She murmured playfully, tugging at his shirt.
"Teacher, actually." He breathed, easing his body between her legs and leaning closer to her.
"Noice." She gave him a thumbs up and Steve laughed dazedly before kissing her.
"Do you have any?"He asked while trailing his hot kiss down the curve of her chin and to her throat.
"Can't really say, but I do know I have a thing for blondes."
Steve stopped, stunned by her statement. He pushed up onto his arms and looked down at her incredulously.
"Blondes?" He echoed in shock. "Really?"
"Mhm it all started summer nineteen ninety eight when I watched Titanic for the first time. Leonardo Dicaprio with that head of sunshine. I mean it's literally like your hair is powered by the sun and fairy magic."
Steve blinked in wonder unsure of how to process the information. Olivia liked blondes which he conveniently happened to be, or was it convenience at all? He was distracted and highly amused by her childlike fascination with his hair colour. But then his smile suddenly curved down to a sharp frown when the date of her partiality originated in.
"Wait, you watched the Titanic when you were nine?" He demanded, scandalized. What was a nine year old doing watching a movie with nudity?
"Don't worry it was censored." Olivia insisted with a reassuring grin, Steve sighed in relief. "I didn't see the good bits till I was fourteen, I think, but there was hardly any nudity from Leo's end which is what I wanted, not that Kate didn't not have a sick body which she does, and still does. That woman is really fit for her age and super nice too. Another thing! Red heads, they rank second."
"Red heads." Steve repeated in utter disbelief. "This explains your fascination with Natasha."
"Is that why you keep us around?" He added teasingly.
"Yas." Olivia chimed shamelessly. "Mama needs her eye candy, which leads to my next point."
The captain tensed and then shuddered in pleasure when she snaked her warm hands under his shirt and gently clawed at his muscled abdomen.
"Why am I the only one topless?" She whispered smoothly, pinning him under her wanton stare. Steve grinned and obliged her less than subtle request. He pressed up on to his knees and pulled his shirt up and over his head.
Olivia melted into the comfort of her couch and sighed at the sight of her boyfriend's magnificent body under the glow of her living room lights. Steve lowered his body back to her, caging her under him. Olivia ran her fingers through the golden, soft, strands of his hair and pulled him to steal a kiss.
His wet, hot mouth left hers to travel down her jaw line and along the side of her neck, like he intended on before. Olivia relaxed into the seat, quite content with letting Steve do as he wanted. After all, the last time he had his way she had experienced a earth shattering orgasm that still made her ache for more. Plus, the way the skin between his eyebrows were creased in sensual concentration was the most delectable.
His open mouthed kisses trailed down between the valley of her breasts and to her belly. Steve knew what he wanted to do, he was curious to try it out since he read it but he was worried he wouldn't be able to get the reaction like the book had explained in such detail.
It's all in the tongue, all the in the tongue.
What is he doing? Olivia wondered when Steve stealthy removed her pants and parted her legs in a wider angle, more than usual.
She observed him as he continued to descend down her body, not once glancing at the condom she placed on the table. But then her breathing hitched and her eyes widened in anticipation when he slowly lowered his head towards her throbbing core.
Oh God! Olivia moaned when he clever tongue began to toy and taste her most ardently.
It was quite the interesting lesson for the Captain. The taste was nothing like the book had described, he was grateful for it. The idea of a woman tasting "as sweet as honey nectar" sounded concerning, like she carried an extremely degenerative form of diabetes.
He never imagined the reaction would be so extreme. He had her writhing, gasping and cursing. Steve had to steady her at one point by her slipping his hands beneath her backside and bringing her closer.
His hot tongue explored her warmth with the utmost affection, focusing mainly on her clit that swelled at each long, languid stroke. She was slick and ready for him in a matter of seconds, moaning his name in a desperation he hadn't heard before. It was highly encouraging, especially when she grabbed a fist full of his hair in her frenzied state and tugged in heady helplessness.
He loved listening to her rapturous cries, it made him feel powerful and decidedly aroused, but most of all Steve felt a certain peace, knowing he was bringing his beloved to such a pleasured state.
Olivia was hit with a sudden dizzying wave of pure ecstasy and shock. The crazed mad woman he brought out in her was not what she was expecting. She knew he was good with his hands but his mouth? What the hell?
Her body had arched when she came, her body was trembling and glistening with a thin sheen of sweat.
"Oh, my God." She gasped in dazed, fatigue as she fell back onto the couch. She heard him chuckle wickedly from between her thighs. She watched with eyes hooded in smoky appreciation as he rose up on to his powerful arms again. He dried his wet, rosy pink lips against the soft inside of her thigh before crawling back towards her, kissing a path up her stomach along the way.
She welcomed him back into his arms and captured his mouth in a heated kiss. Steve was surprised by the meeting of mouths at first, not expecting it mainly cause of what he had just done. But the thought soon melted away when her kiss was exploring, loving and greatly rewarding.
Olivia released him reluctantly from her kiss and studied his face in wonder and admiration. Steve blushed a little overwhelmed by her doting gaze. She chuckled, finding his blushes highly endearing and lightly pecked him on the side of his chiseled face.
"Where did you learn to do that?" She whispered in astonishment as he made himself comfortable a top her. He loved hearing the rich satisfaction in her dazed voice. He dropped down to his elbows with his chest pressed against her soft, round mounds.
Her question made him hesitate for a moment. Should I tell her? His blue eyes shivered in conflict while watching her. Olivia was distracted by the small, blurred birth mark she spotted on his right cheek. She mapped it down with the tip of her finger to the spot on his jaw line and then traced the minuscule scar across his shaven chin.
"I read about it." He mumbled hesitantly."In this book."
Olivia smiled on instinct. He is reading about sex for me? That is too cute. She gazed deep into his sky blue orbs.
"Oh...what's it's name?" She inquired curiously.
"Princely desires."
Olivia stilled.
Steve stared, watching her reactions very carefully with a sly little curve of his mouth.
"What?" She demanded anxiously, praying she had misheard.
"I found it under your bed." He responded, his eyes glittering.
"You didn't." She whispered almost pleadingly, her face turning a bright shade of pink.
"I didn't realize my girlfriend had such naughty tastes in literature." Steve murmured teasingly while nuzzling the tip of her nose in fond adoration.
Olivia gaped and then suddenly brought her hands up to cover her face, almost clocking him in the jaw.
"I want to die." She groaned into her hands.
Steve bit his lower lip to suppress his laugh and gently rolled on to his side, into the corner of the couch.
"Don't be embarrassed." He insisted sweetly while gathering her into his arms.
"I'm embarrassed you found it and read it." She grumbled defensively, despite not resisting his embrace. Steve grinned proudly and raked his fingers through her dark curls.
"It was very informative." He uttered.
Olivia raised her gaze to his, her cheeks were still a obvious shade of pink but she was searching his face unsure and a little surprised he wasn't taunting her.
"What made you want to read it though?" She asked after a moment, still observing him very carefully with her honey brown eyes.
Steve struggled for an answer but from the sudden stark display of worry on her face, he knew she had already jumped to a conclusion.
"Oh my gosh did I make you feel inadequate?" She questioned vulnerably.
"No it wasn't anything like that I just." He was quick to try and assure her but fell short of fervor when he struggled to confess his insecurity.
"I felt like you were holding back on me."
"Holding back?" She echoed in doubt. Steve nodded wordlessly.
The surprise on her face slowly melted to a look of tender compassion.
"Babe." She whispered so lovingly that it made him ache. She gathered his taut face into her soft hands while staring deep into his eyes.
"I never pretended with you." She murmured kissing him lightly and then leaning back to look at him.
"What I did I do to make you think that?" She asked, with the full intention of reassuring him shinning in her eyes.
Steve was a little overwhelmed and lowered his gaze for a moment to gather his thoughts again.
"Well most of the time it's just been my needs." He admitted.
"No it hasn't." She countered softly.
"Yes it has." He insisted looking to her again."Last night. This morning."
He didn't want to seem like he was complaining about Olivia giving ways, after all that morning in Washington was embedded in his mind forever. He didn't know what exactly he had done to earn such worship from her (other than confess his love for her, the night before) but she made him come into her hand so quickly that he wondered if he even truly had any sort of stamina.
"That's-" She stopped, pressing her lips tightly, her pupils dilating in desire as she relived the memory.
"That wasn't intentional I swear." she said, a little scarlet "I don't think about it that way I never did. I guess maybe I've been giving you more attention because watching you-"
She abruptly fell silent. Steve started in anticipation of her words.
"I don't know how I can say this without sounding crass." She mumbled earning a defeated sigh from her boyfriend.
"See that's what I mean." He protested, his eyebrows furrowed crossly. "You hold back on saying things and reword them like my ears are too delicate to understand. Is this because I was a virgin?"
"No!" Olivia exclaimed in protest to the rising uncertainty in his aqua blue eyes. He stared back incredulously, daring her to prove his insecurities different. Olivia fell quiet, worrying her lower lip, her hands falling to his chest.
"It's well...you are Steve." She murmured, lamely. Steve dead-panned directing her a flat stare.
"I am so reassured." He grumbled sardonically with a wide roll of his eyes.
Olivia couldn't help but laugh, a little amused by his words and pouting lips.
"No I mean I feel like if I said things the way I think of saying it that it might ruin who you are." She expressed as gently and delicately as she could without hurting his feelings further.
Steve's cynical expression softened as he slowly absorbed her words. Despite feeling a little miffed by her dismissive way earlier, he kind of understood her meaning. She was being patient with him, careful not to rush him or make him feel like she had tossed him into sin.
"Olli." He called, lovingly, holding her stare with a deep seriousness.
"If you're classified as ruin I don't really care about sensible." He stated factually.
Olivia blinked in wonder, her heart racing from the impact of his passionate words. She found it envious and a little unfair that Steve Rogers was so good at pouring his heart out without sounding like a clumsy moron. The clumsy moron she was used to being.
She took a deep breath to calm her nerves and narrowed her eyes suspiciously up at him with a tilt of her head.
"So you want me to talk dirty is that it?" She inquired.
"If that's what you kids are calling it these days." Steve grinned.
Alright Olivia thought with a sensual, wicked glimmer dancing in her eyes. Steve saw the warning look and felt like he had to ready himself, but he didn't know for what kind of storm.
Olivia leaned closer, her gaze on him steady and determined but also extremely heated.
"Watching you let go." She whispered in the most raspy, seductive voice he had ever heard. "The way your eyes close just as you reach your peak and the way your chest rises and falls as your breathing hitches. Gets me so wet that there is no need for foreplay. I just end up wanting you right then and there."
Steve felt a jolt of desire shoot straight to his groin in the speed a lever would rise in a Highstriker.
"T-there, was that so hard?" His voice betrayed his cool demeanor. Olivia smiled in sensual enjoyment.
"No but you certainly are." She murmured, lightly grazing the tips of her fingers against his hardness. Steve's eyes pinched shut from the pleasurable touch. He was still carrying the want from making her come earlier.
"I'll unclench on the censorship. I just didn't know if it was what you wanted to hear." She explained.
"I didn't either till just now. But I don't want you to feel like you can't be yourself or say what you want around me." He responded with a smile.
"I know, I'm sorry. Forgive me?"
Steve answered her with a kiss which she happily returned.
"I preferred the story type erotica to the stuff that they have on the internet." The Captain randomly added as she palmed his chest.
"You watched porn?" She exclaimed in shock.
"It was very graphic." He mumbled wearily while staring into space like he had witnessed all the horrors in the world.
"Aw." Olivia cooed pityingly while petting his face."I am not much of a porn person either. You know I was considerably older when I first lost my virginity. Well, older than my friends were."
"How come?" He inquired, intrigued.
"Well for many reasons. One thing I am awkward and nerdy and I was unfortunate enough to carry some of my weight from middle school to high school, and pimples am I right?"
" At least you didn't look like you belonged in middle school while in your twenties." He retorted.
" Touché." She agreed earning a laugh from him. "So my first time was during my second semester at FSU. His name was Asher."
"Asher?" He echoed, his nose wrinkling in distaste.
"Frat boy." She laughed as if it was the only explanation to the ridiculous name. Steve shrugged and nodded in vague acceptance.
"He was nice." She murmured reminiscently and hugged him around the torso. "But it didn't last we were too different. My roommate at the time introduced me to erotica novels. Been hooked since, I think it's the way the passion is explored that really gets to me. I can't read a Kama Sutra and understand. I need to know more. The story behind it. I guess that's why I never could just have a one night stand with someone. I need to know the person I am with. Who they are skin deep before we get skin deep if you know what I mean."
She mumbled with the last part with a perverse wiggling of her eyebrows. Steve sighed and rolled his eyes exasperatedly despite being entertained by her actions.
"Yes that code was hard to crack." His sardonic retort made her grin.
"and I agree." He added, hugging her in turn and admiring her pretty features.
Olivia studied him from behind the thick frames of her glasses. Steve was quick to notice the echoes of an internal struggle flickering in her beautiful eyes. She wanted to tell him something and he was willing to wait patiently till she found the courage.
"You should know that even though I've been with other guys before you I-I've never felt the way I do with anyone else but you." She paused and took a deep breath. He stared in rapt, heart pounding, attentiveness.
"It's more than just sex with you." She continued demurely. "I can't explain it by I haven't felt that with anyone else."
She looked to him and Steve felt his lungs were robbed of air at the sight of the untainted love in her shivering stare. He felt his heart swell from the deep adoration he felt for the woman and his blue eyes softened dotingly
He reached up and tenderly cupped her hands in his deft hands, his face taut with affection.
"Even though you've been my first. I don't want to feel this way with anyone else but you."
Olivia was stunned by his words and she felt her eyes prickle a little from the sudden intense happiness she felt.
Steve was entranced by her dazzling smile. He grinned back and kissed her passionately. Olivia melted into his kiss and pressed up further, against his chiseled body. He lowered his arms to gather her into his embrace and hold her close.
Desire bloomed between them. Olivia's touch grew more demanding as she gently rolled on top of him. Steve effortlessly eased in to the position while continuing to kiss her. She smoothed her hands down his hard chest, lightly running her touch over his hardened nipples. He tensed from the spark of pleasure.
She moved her hot, wet kisses to the corner of his mouth and then up towards his left ear.
"Did you read chapter twelve?" She whispered in question, her lips grazing over the shell of his ear.
Steve had his eyes shut, reveling in the shivering sensations and struggled to come to an answer. After a moment he recalled that particular chapter she was referring to.
"Yeah." He answered breathlessly.
Olivia leaned back and looked to him, her smile was wicked and her gaze was lustful.
"Did you like what she did to him in the princesses chambers?"
Steve gaped at the memory of the scene, his member stirred in arousal.
"You can do that?" He murmured his blood heated in yearning anticipation. Olivia grinned and reached to the side to pick up the condom off the coffee table and then returned to straddled his trim waist.
"I've been dying to reenact chapter twelve with you." She avowed and ripped into the foil.
Steve randomly woke up in the middle of the night as if there was an absence in the air around him. Trying to push past the strange feeling, he turned on mattress with the intention of surrounding himself in her warmth, but Olivia wasn't beside him.
Concerned, he sat up. There was no thin line of light from beneath the bathroom door, he was jolted in to action.
"Olivia?" He called out into the night.
"Steve?" He heard her meek voice respond after a moment. She sounded distressed. He slid out of bed, his heavy footsteps thumped along the floors as he made his way out of the bedroom. He had only taken a step out of the door when he spotted a silhouette, curled up at the far end of the corridor, beside Norah's door.
He was a little startled at first, but luckily his sight was better than most and he knew it was her. Thinking on his feet he clicked on the bedroom light and the orange glow dimly illuminated the corridor and casted shadows across her round face.
She was roughly wiping the heels of her palms across her eyes. When she lowered her arms he saw the dampness in her cheeks and long inky lashes. She had been crying.
Anakit appeared, his small paws moving in a frantic pace to reach his owner. He mewled loudly while rubbing up at her thigh. Olivia distractedly stroke her pet's fur.
"Did I wake you?" She croaked, her words heavy and breathless due to her stuffy nose. Steve was caught under the sheer sadness in her amber eyes.
"What's wrong?" He demanded softly, immediately at her side.
"Nothing." She objected when he sat down beside her.
"I just couldn't sleep." She insisted unconvincingly, avoiding his gaze.
His fair brows knotted in concern, hurt by the lack of confidence she had in him but he knew he had to persist. It was Olivia's first instinct to deny in the beginning.
"Please tell me." He pleaded staring at her.
A heavy sigh escaped her lips. She seemed torn between telling him and keeping the truth to herself but she knew Steve wouldn't accept silence and it wasn't fair to keep him in the dark. She could only imagine what must be going through his mind.
She glanced at him hesitantly and then turned her attention to the door she stood beside, her concentration ascended to the owners name above.
"I pass by this door everyday and I purposefully avoid looking at it." She began to say. "When we first started dating I found myself able to look at it without-well anyway I looked at it. Then I had a dream about her and I woke up without feeling this emptiness inside of me for the first time."
"That's good." Steve whispered encouragingly.
"I thought so." She agreed with a low voice but Steve sensed the problem was far from resolved.
"But I still can't open this door, Steve." She confessed gravely rubbing her hands together nervously.
"I'm sitting here scared of opening a door because all I can think, all I can imagine is her, right there on the other side. Norah with her books and looking up to acknowledge that I-I've come home. But she isn't there. She is dead and I'll never get to tell her how my day was or ask her how was school and to hold her-" There was catch in her breath and her lips began to tremble, desperately trying to restrain her sobs, but it was a wasted effort.
The memory of her lost niece made her break down, sobbing heavily in to her hands, her whole body shaking from the intense rush of sadness.
Steve's heart clenched painfully for her, he was quick to gather her into his arms and pull her into his embrace. Olivia uttered no protest as Steve retreated to the opposite wall while cradling her in his strong hold.
"I'm sorry." She choked on her sobs while trying to wipe away her tears again but they continued to stream endlessly down her face.
"I told you I am a mess." She grumbled with a frustrated sigh, trembling in his arms.
"You are a mess that's trying to be whole again. I can understand that." He whispered lovingly, pressing her shivering body to his chest. Olivia was a tense in his hold even his doting kiss to her hairline didn't sooth her tension.
"Never apologize for showing me how you really feel." He said while rubbing her back as she sat across him, her rear nestled between his thighs. Her legs draped over his.
"Well how I really feel always results in a slobbery ugly mess." She mumbled sniffling.
"No." He protested kissing the parts of her face she didn't hide from him. "You are beautiful."
Slowly, he felt the stress melt away from her shoulders and to the rest of her. He smiled, relieved that she was relaxing into his embrace. Her heavy, hiccuping sobs began to die down until she was silent once more.
Steve pressed back into the cool wall behind him, making himself comfortable and ready for however long Olivia wanted to stay on the wooden floors, in his arms.
Olivia gave into his embrace and pressed her ear to his warm, hard chest. The lulling rhythm of his strong heart eased her, the warmth of his hold soothed her sorrow. She dried her wet face against the sleeves of her sweater, feeling a little more presentable once the dampness resided.
Steve was running his fingers through her thick, silky hair. She nuzzled further into his embrace and Steve took that as a sign of encouragement and continued to brush his fingers through her tresses.
"If it's not too much to ask, can you tell me about her?" He asked, his deep voice piercing the silence.
He wasn't sure if Olivia could make herself relieve the memories of her beloved Norah but it helped him when he was miserable over his lost loved ones, he hoped it would do the same for her.
"What would you like to know?"
"What's a typical Saturday morning for you two?" Steve inquired curiously, tenderly petting her head down to the back of her neck.
"Well being the lazy sloth I am, I wake up at ten in the morning." She said, absentmindedly tracing patterns across his chest. "Norah comes in to wake me up at around nine but gives up and lays in bed with me. Mainly because I didn't give her much of a choice. I pulled the ole octopus grip on her."
Steve grinned when the playful tone began to return to her voice.
"Then what happens?" He looked to her expectantly.
"Breakfast. Weekends are her turn so she summons Peter the pancake. It's just a pancake with chocolate chip smiley face. After she got sick the pancakes stopped too. The medication was making her throw up and I didn't want to eat them without her."
She was dwelling back into the depressing subjects, he knew he had to change the subject, keep it to the sunny memories.
"Did you guys go out?" He murmured into the crown of her head, tickling the roots of her hair.
"Chocolate coma usually meant wasting the day watching toons and lazing about on the couch. Sunday's our active days. We would do the chores together. Cleaning up, laundry and stuff. Then before sunset we would head to the park."
"What happens there?" He asked his lips skimming over the thin strands of her tresses.
"Norah has this favorite tree that she liked to read under while waiting for her friends. I would listen to other mom's gossiping, but there is nothing juicy about store coupons." She said with a raspy laugh.
"So I usually play ball with the kids." She announced and then fell into a moment of pensive silence.
"It's weird you know." She uttered grabbing his attention.
"What is?"
"I never wanted to be a mom, the idea of settling down used to terrify me, but out of nowhere a child became my everything." She said softly, her words were lined with a doleful wonder.
"The way I see it, you are a born mother." Steve murmured while dazedly playing with her hair.
"It's just unfair." He whispered sadly for her.
"You would know all about unfairness." She retorted.
"Losing a child is worse." He insisted.
Olivia suddenly wriggled out of his touch and straightened her body up till she was facing him. Steve was surprised by the stern stare she focused on him.
"And being ripped away from everything you know isn't?" She demanded. He stared wordless unsure of where she was leading to. She sighed and gripped his forearm, smoothing at the crisp hairs on his skin.
"Steve I don't want you to use my issues as a way to not deal with yours." She said softly.
"What are you talking about?" He asked, genuinely unsure.
"Peggy." The captain went rigid at the mention of her. Olivia saw the rising sadness in his eyes that he desperately tried to ward away with a guarded gaze.
"You didn't tell me how it was." She reminded gently.
Steve turned away, his attention fell to the floor.
"I was happy to see you after all that, I didn't want to ruin it." He muttered woefully under his breath. Olivia's heart ached in adoration for the man.
"I get that which was why I didn't ask anything earlier. But I'm bummed out now, might as well be bummed out together right?" She suggested with a hopeful tilt of her head.
Steve reluctantly looked to her again. He was dismayed at first but seeing the patient attentiveness in her eyes, he couldn't help but want to share. After all, he was tired of carrying the burden of the day in his heart.
"The nurse said her mind tends to shift and she warned me that Peggy might not even remember me."
"But she did?" She asked uncertainly, Steve nodded, his gaze a far.
"It was like I was presented a glimpse of what would have happened if I had swam back to her a week later or if they found me in the ice." He remembered all too clearly the wide eyed disbelief in her haggard, creased features. Despite her old age Peggy still carried her delicate features like her round amber eyes. They were grey ringed and bleary but they were still hers and they still echoed the shock and wonder of seeing him standing before her.
The nurses told him they had told her of him being alive and she had processed the information, but his arrival had triggered her dementia. Steve was floored by the guilt.
"She was so emotional that they had to sedate her." He recalled, wincing in recollection. "I got out of there the moment I could. "
Olivia felt her heart clench in painful sympathy. He looked so broken in that moment, his broad body curled up like a scared child.
"Steve, it's not your fault." She whispered trying to reassure him.
"I shouldn't have gone there." He countered, his voice hard with self hatred and remorse.
"I don't know what I was thinking. She is so fragile now I just upset her."
"You wanted to see your friend, there is not much thinking around that. I would have done the same."
"It was just a sad attempt of trying to make a connection that died long ago." He continued on stubbornly.
"You shouldn't give up so easily. These things take time." Olivia was determined to get through to him. Steve heard her words and cast her a skeptical look.
"Alzheimer's is not the easiest thing to deal with. My mom had similar trouble with grandma." Olivia insisted gently, coaxing the gloom away from his eyes, just a little.
"You have to be patient with her." She advised kindly.
"I don't know if I can take it." Steve declared repentantly. "I don't want to hurt her more than I already have. I was being selfish."
"No that's not true." She objected her grip on his hands was firm. "Selfish would be to save yourself from the trouble of visiting her at all. You went through a lot together you and her. You have to at least try, right?"
Steve was awed by the sense in her words. She was right. Selfish would be not to see his friend at all. He had been selfish, he hadn't seen her on purpose to avoid the emotional toll it would have on him. He didn't take the time to consider that Peggy was frail at her old age, any day could be her last and Steve was allowing the time to shorten the days. Peggy believed in him, stood by him, he owed her his life. He didn't want her to think he had abandoned her.
He came to a resolute decision to see Peggy again. He had to keep trying, he had to be patient with her. Maybe the second time wouldn't be as bad.
He hadn't realized he had been staring wordlessly at Olivia for the past minute until her honey gaze reeled him back to reality. She smiled sweetly even though the sadness from her mourning over Norah still echoed in her eyes.
"You will be okay with that?" Steve asked uncertainly.
"Of course, unless I have reason to think different."
"No never." He shook his head while pinning her under a serious state."It took me a while to come to terms with it but Peggy is my past. You are my future."
Olivia grinned, her gaze clouding over dreamily at the promise in his words.
"And you are mine." She whispered surprised that the truth of it didn't terrify her like she expected them to. She leaned in and gently rested her forehead against his, finding comfort in the action, just being close to his warmth.
"I just wish I could stop being so terrified by the past." She uttered desolately under her breath, feeling the imminent presence of Norah's bedroom door behind her, haunting her.
"Don't rush it Olli." Steve counseled lovingly, raising his chin to kiss her hairline. She closed her eyes, melting into the sweetness of his affections.
"You have all the time in the world. We can open that door when you are ready."
We. She smiled relieved and grateful for the man in her life. She never considered herself to be someone who needed her hand to be held, especially since she thrived on her independence. But Olivia knew it was alright to be vulnerable sometimes, Steve had taught her that. She felt shielded by his love and was trying to bravely open the door that night, thinking she could, that she had the power once more. But she wasn't ready, that much was certain from her break down.
Normally she would have curled up into a ball of self pity and loathing, but not this time. She accepted that it was okay, tomorrow was a new day and the time will pass. She knew she would be ready and it didn't have to be soon.
Dismissing the thought for the night, she allowed the scent of his honey comb skin to seduce her back into his arms. She melted into his embrace and buried her face into the crook of his neck.
"I think I'm ready for bed now."
"Me too." Steve murmured fondly. He picked her up and stood up with ease. Olivia quickly swiped up her cat into her arms before Steve got up. The Captain sauntered back into the room, kicking the door shut with the heel of his foot. He paused by the light switch and Olivia flicked it off and the room was once again covered in darkness. The vigilant captain maneuvered his way back to the bed effortlessly.
A soft mewl escaped Anakit's lips for he was the first to jump into bed. Olivia followed and Steve waited patiently till she was on her side of the mattress. He climbed in right after and laid down before sliding his long legs under the covers. She curved into his body habitually and he held her close with the purring cat cozily nestled between them.