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Olivia woke up to the sound of a consistent beeping. She blinked, groggy and disoriented against the bright room. It took her several minutes to adjust to the glow only to realise it was sunlight from the window that was reflected on the white walls. She flexed her fingers and was relieved that she still had movement. The last thing she remembered was falling and a lot of hurt.
The pain was still present and stifled her breathing. She took deep, slow breaths in order to adjust to the ache and not freak out. She licked her chapped lips and her eyes moved about the room. It was a rather large room with its own tiny living room with a wide, brown leather couch. It was placed in front of a wide view of the Washington landscape. The coffee table before the settee, was littered with bouquets of flowers and cards. From the many childish drawings she knew most of the cards were from the Children's hospital.
Her gaze moved across the bed where she was neatly tucked in and to her left. Her attention immediately honed in on the male occupying the chair beside her bed. Her heart clenched in pity at the sight of the Captain.
Steve was awake but his face was hidden behind his hands. Her first worry was that her pitiful state had brought her boyfriend into a state of tears. But she didn't hear any sobs, his body was still and he had the heels of his palms buried into his eye sockets, as if trying to rub away his fatigue.
She smiled wanly and attempted to reach out to him, her arms moved laboriously so she decided to speak.
"Don't cover your eyes, Steve." She croaked.
His head immediately snapped up and his wide blue eyes met hers. There was pure shock written across his taut face, as if he couldn't believe she was awake and speaking to him.
Her pale smile widened.
"It's your best feature." She insisted.
"Olivia." His voice trembled in relief and her heart clenched from the wave emotion.
"Oh thank God." He breathed in shivering gratitude. Steve immediately held her slightly wounded hand. There were small cuts across her forehand and wrist, but it was a lot better than her right hand which was buried in a white cast and angled across her midriff.
"Hi." She greeted, taking in the sight of his handsome face. Her heart felt just about ready to explode from happiness.
"Hi." He responded, grinning wide and watching her tenderly.
Her expression softened in sympathy, her love looked most weary. She spotted stubble across his jaw line, there were dark circles under his beautiful eyes and the worry lines were creased deeply across his forehead, as if he had been frowning for most of the time.
She reached out and gently cupped the side of his face. Steve shuddered under her touch, his eyes closing. He relaxed into the warmth of her hands. She rubbed the padded base of her thumb soothingly against his skin. He pressed a doting kiss to her inner wrist while his hand stroked up her arm.
Steve wanted to be closer to her but he knew it was unwise. Olivia was still recovering and he was careful not to place any of his leaning weight on to her and kept to the edge of the bed.
"How long have I been here?" Olivia asked after a moment, her voice still raspy.
"Three days, you hit your head from the fall and that put you in a coma. Your arm is fractured from softening your fall and I think a rib too." Steve explained woefully.
"Wow, that explains all the pain." She mused jokingly, wincing in ache.
"Babe, can you get me some water, please?"
"Sure." Steve was quickly on his feet and poured a plastic cup full off water from the jug and on the bedside table. She watched him silently and then waited as he brought the cup to her. Steve gently helped her up by a hand to her back and held the brim of the plastic, to her lips. Olivia was unfamiliar to such support but didn't complain and eagerly chugged down the liquid.
She sighed in relief when she was once again hydrated. She sunk into the comfort of her bedding and reached for the drip wire to up her morphine supply. Steve was observing her very carefully, his expression perturbed.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Yeah why?" She inquired calmly, looking to him.
"You are taking this remarkably well." He observed. Olivia smiled wanly.
"I am not dead so yay for that" She was startled at the remembrance of the second victim of Jessica's attacks.
"Aaron." She stuttered out fretfully, remembering his body making hard impact against a wall.
"Is he-"
"He is fine." Steve insisted to assure her. Her body sagged in relief.
"Came in a few times to make sure you were okay, they released him a couple of days ago, minor injuries." Steve expressed.
"Good, what about Jessica or whoever she is?" Olivia inquired trying to remain calm even though her entire body tensed at the thought of her attacker. Seeing the distress in her gaze, Steve frowned miserably.
"In the wind, I am sorry Olli." He apologised.
"It's fine, I don't think I am her main concern anymore." She insisted even though she didn't feel safe knowing the woman was still out there.
"What do you mean?" Steve asked, shifting closer, his hold on her hand tightening.
"I think she found whom she was looking for because she was in a hurry to tell her love. I don't know it just felt like she was in a rush to get going even before she knew you were coming." Olivia expressed, he nodded while listening intently.
"We think there might be a bigger player in all of this, the one who asked you to hack into the office in the first place. Natasha and Kevin are working on finding answers. They will have some questions for you later." Steve informed her and then gazed in to a far off distance.
Olivia took note of his pensive silence and was concerned by the dazed look in his eyes.
"Are you okay?" She asked, nervously. He looked to her, expressionless for a moment but then remorse made his face heavy.
"I am sorry about all of this." He whispered ruefully. She was surprised by his guilt and immediately felt the need to reassure him.
"How the heck are you blaming yourself? This was all my fault, this had nothing to do with you." She insisted, gripping his large hand tightly.
"I should have gotten there sooner." He mumbled.
"You had, otherwise I wouldn't even be awake at this point." She stated factually. He looked to her from beneath his sandy brown lashes. Olivia held his stare with a gentle sternness.
"You saved my life Steve."
The past three days of waiting for her to wake up was absolute torture. He was ridden with fear of never seeing her conscious again. He began to recall all the little things he loved about her. The way her nose would wrinkle when she tried to suppress her smiles and failed miserably. The way she would hug him with her arm and leg in the night when they were asleep. He missed her voice, her laugh, everything there was about her.
It was a solace when all he could picture was finding her at landing of those fateful stairs, bleeding at the forehead, unconscious and sprawled uncomfortable on the floor. He ignored the fact that Aaron was the one sitting beside her, screaming for help and afraid to touch her in case it made her situation worse.
He wanted her to wake up, desperately, when the days of her slumber prolonged the further he fell into a deeper depression. The doctor had assured him that there were no major signs of trauma to her brain and it was just a matter of waking up (in order to further examine), he never said how long it would take.
Steve was consumed with self hatred. He wasn't fast enough, with all of his resources he still couldn't keep her from harm. He felt utterly useless, a simpleton, like all of his brute strength didn't matter when he couldn't save the ones he loved.
Olivia's parents had taken up residence in a hotel in Washington for the time being, waiting for their daughter to wake up. They had visited several times. Steve was squeamish to greet them and half expected harsh criticism for not protecting their daughter. But they were gentle beings and was grateful enough to know that their daughter was rushed into medical care on time.
Seeing her in that moment, hearing her assuring words, Steve didn't feel as miserable under the glow of her appreciate gaze. He was just thoroughly thankful that she was awake and recovering.
Kevin leaned back against a plain white wall within the hospital corridor. He had a paper cup full of hot, milk, coffee in one hand while the other tangled by his side. His stare was focused on the closed door facing him. It was Olivia's room and Steve was currently in there visiting her.
He pitied the man. The captain was out of it ever since his girlfriend was admitted to the hospital. The doctors had insisted that there were any dangerous damages done to her body but it was hard to determine her mental condition till she woke up from her coma.
The Captain had been at her bedside every chance he got. Kevin and Natasha alternated in shifts to support him through the hard time. It was currently Kevin's turn, even though he wanted to be there for his friend, his mind was lost in the events that occurred in the pursuit of Olivia's kidnappers.
They had managed to narrow the search down to an apartment building right opposite the park. Field agents worked on evacuating the building as quietly as possible to not stir the captors eye. Once the civilians were safe, Steve had ordered the team to conjecture at the point and cover all exits.
Even with all their stealth the offenders had caught wind of their arrival, when they infiltrated the apartment they were ready with guns and mutant powers. A masked suspect was able to disappear and appear within in will, one of them had the ability to pull dagger like bones from beneath his skin and use them to attack. It was all chaotic and Olivia was nowhere in sight.
Steve had fought on through, determined to find her. Kevin pitied the supers that got in his way. A sudden sound of breaking glass grabbed Kevin's attention mid fight. It was Jessica. She had jumped out from window at the northern side of the building. Kevin rushed down the pursuit of her, trying not to let the fact that there were whipping, red tentacles attached to her back, deter his confidence.
He chased all the way to the back of the building and once he was close enough he aimed the barrelled of his gun and threatened to shoot. When she refused to stop, he let a cap escape the gun and straight into the back of her thigh.
She let out a shrill cry and fell face first on to the wet grass. Kevin approached her fallen form, cautiously with his gun clasped firmly between his hands. The sinuous limbs on her back, attacked as if they had a mind of their own. They tried to reach forward and whack Odell across the face, but they weren't long enough. They danced violently like red flames, warning him to stay back.
Jessica groaned and twisted on to her back. She had one hand gripping at the back of her numb thigh. Kevin didn't understand the woman's dramatics, it was just a stun gun. He aimed the barrel to one of the tentacles when a sudden blast of hot air drew his attention.
There was a open tear in the air in front of Jessica, right before his eyes. Kevin was squinting against the bright, white light that emitted from the rip. Through his blurred vision he saw a silhouette, curvy and feminine with dark hair whipping wildly at her sides.
His heart was short with a burst of fear and he aimed his gun at the new figure and yelled at her to desist.
Lower your weapon, Kevin.
He was startled when the woman knew his name and to his horror, he was lowering his gun to his side like an obedient soldier.
He was forced to watch helplessly as Jessica struggled on to her legs with the help of her tentacles before climbing into the crack in the air. The woman offered no assistance but Kevin knew she was watching him, even though her face was shadowed, he could feel her eyes studying him keenly.
Then the portal shrank and then shut in a rude dismissal and Kevin was left staring at the air, wondering what the hell had happened.
He hadn't shared the incident with anyone else and frankly he was too scared to. Why did he stop? Was she some sort of telepath? He was riddled with questions and a headache that hadn't passed for three days.
He knew he should tell the Captain but the man already had enough problems.
Olivia's bedroom door abruptly opened, grabbing Kevin out of his thoughts. It was Steve, he was exiting the room with his front facing the door. He turned to Kevin and Odell was surprised by the dazed smile on the man's face.
"Olivia woke up." Steve announced softly. Kevin's shoulders sagged in relief.
"Thank God." Kevin exclaimed. The Captain beamed, equally enthused.
"Do you want me to get the doctor?" Kevin asked.
"That would be greatly appreciated." Steve nodded with a thankful grin. "I don't want to leave her side just yet."
Kevin's gaze softened, respectful of the man's concern for the woman and nodded in understanding before hurrying off to fetch the doctor.
The next few weeks progressed on. Olivia was grumbling constantly growing tired of being confined to the hospital bed most of the day. The doctor had run tests on Olivia after she had woken up. She cleared her of any head trauma but still advised her to stay with the hospital till the swelling in her, ribs, arm and shoulder subsided.
Steve was grateful of the verdict, he wanted her safe and under intensive care. A male nurse was assigned to attend to Olivia and they had become fast friends. He was lean male with a shaggy head of chocolate brown hair, playful green eyes and a charming smile. His name was Gabriel.
Steve was a little hesitant to accept their friendship consider how charming the man was and greatly admired by all the female nurses, but Olivia insisted that Steve had nothing to worry about on account for the man's sexuality. Steve couldn't believe it at first but when he caught the dreamy gaze Gabriel directed at him, he finally understood.
Despite all the smiling and general cheery spirit. Olivia was crumbling inside. There was something seriously wrong with Steve. He was acting distant and his actions was causing a rift between them.
His ecstatic ways were genuine enough when she woke up and he had been exuberant since then but then it slowly began to decline. There was a glimmer of some dark and untouched emotion in his eyes and it only grew each passing day. He had started treating her more like a patient in need of constant care than his girlfriend. Olivia knew her injuries and the fact that she was missing for a while had triggered the protective, wary instinct in him, but at the same time she felt there was more to it.
She wanted to talk to him about it, had tried to on several occasions, but each time they even attempted a conversation, they were interrupted. Olivia's room was constantly flooded by visitors whether it was her parents, Charlie and Claire, Kevin and Natasha, Tony and Pepper. The list goes on, pretty much everyone she had met the previous year.
Charlie and Claire had visited the most. Charlie would help Olivia out with her business related tasks and took over till she was well enough to start using her laptop again. It was still a slow process and she hadn't taken up any new projects yet. Steve was glad to hear that, he once spotted her attempting to use her laptop and spent an entire hour checking her emails by opening windows for her.
As grateful as she was for all her friends and their support. She missed being in a place that wasn't a hospital and surrounded by nurses. She wanted to go home. She missed her cat who was temporarily living with Charlie and Claire. She hoped the feline hadn't forgotten her. But most of all, she missed her boyfriend, even when he was there, constantly.
She was told she wasn't heading home right away. Steve asked her if it was okay to stay with him for a while, till she was in perfect health. It had been six weeks and the fractures had recovered in that span of time but Steve still looked at her like she was old and dying. Even though he had asked for her permission, from his pleading eyes she doubted whether she even had a choice.
Maybe it's a good thing. At least it's just the two of us.
Olivia was waiting expectantly for her boyfriend's arrival that Monday morning. She was already dressed in her jeans and plain black t-shirt. Claire was sweet enough to get her some clothes on her last visit and all other essentials.
She sat on the edge of her bed shifting impatiently. A few moments later Steve appeared at the door way and her smile was instant.
"Hey babe." She greeted, jumping to her feet and rushing to him with her bag at hand. It was a navy blue duffle bag filled with all her belongings.
"Hi, you are really chipper today." He noted dotingly and then leaned down to peck her on the forehead, she leaned into the affectionate kiss.
"I get to go home, well to your apartment at least which is practically my second home." She rambled and hooked her arm around his elbow. He abruptly pulled away and Olivia was alerted and hurt by his sudden distancing. Then it slowly dawned onto her that she had made the mistake of grasping him with her injured hand. The arm was still wrapped in precautionary band aid, but she hardly felt any ache.
Steve stepped to her left side and gently linked their hands together.
"So I am guessing you are ready?" He asked, his eyes darting about the room, making a quick check.
"Yup, lets hit the road." She continued on cheerfully, ignoring how bruised her self-esteem was, even though his reaction was considerate.
They arrived at the apartment and Steve opened the door for her while carrying her bag inside. She breathed in the scent of honey comb and slight musk. It was welcoming and just what she needed after spending months surrounded by the sharp smell of cleaning liquid and other chemicals.
She made her way into the bedroom, eager to change out of her jeans and something a bit more comfortable.
"The doctor still recommended bed rest on account of your ribs so I think you should stay here. I'll get you whatever you need so don't hesitate to ask." Steve noted while following her into the bedroom. She spun around to face him and grinned.
"Aw you are so doting, thank you." She cooed, stepping closer to him. "But honestly Steve I think I'll be fine, I talked to the doctor and he thinks that me trying to get back into my old rhythm will help with the healing."
"Let's just take it slow for now." He insisted wearily and gently dropped her bag onto the edge of the bed.
"Yes Captain." She exclaimed in mock attention and paired it with a teasing salute. Her actions brought a glimmer of adoration to his beautiful eyes. The sight alone made her think that maybe, just maybe, she had been over thinking his weird ways for the past few months.
She decided to chance it and moved closer and he reached out for her left hand and pulled her further in. She followed gladly and he captured her lips in a chaste kiss. It was utterly gratifying to be pressed up into his large, warm body again. She missed him , more than just emotionally but physically. Her desire began to climb up her body, whispering into her mind encouragingly. She palmed the breadth of his impressive chest and moved further up. The kiss deepened and she felt him relax into her touch.
Abruptly Steve pulled away delicately, forming distance between them, again. He was breathing hard but his eyes looked startled, apprehensive even. But the flash of lust only lasted a moment and it was replaced with a look of unyielding authority.
"I'll go make us lunch." He announced and already marched towards the door before Olivia could object.
She was left staring after him, confused by his actions and disorientated by the kiss.
It was pretty hurtful and disappointing to admit to herself, but Olivia knew Steve couldn't be more eager to leave her alone in the apartment. She felt like bawling but suppressed the urge, convincing herself it was bound to work out, she just had to give him time. As adjustable as she was she knew she shouldn't expect the same of others.
She decided she would be patient with him and try to talk to him the moment he got home, but another three days passed and she was not making any progress.
Naturally Olivia threw herself into her work. She tried to keep her mind occupied in order to stay awake till late in order to catch a few moments with him, but every time he got home she was passed out on the table, exhausted. The mornings she would wake up, alone in bed. Her heart was heavy and her stomach was in knots, she could hardly eat the breakfast he had prepared, her mind plagued with insecurities and more questions.
Were my actions so unforgivable or is it more than that? am I suddenly too fragile to handle or more than he planned for?
Steve convinced himself he was doing the right thing. It wasn't distance he was providing her, but space. Time to heal and get better. All he could think about doing when he saw her was gather her into his arms, hug her tightly and never let go. But she wasn't ready for that, not yet anyway. Olivia was a lot more fragile than he thought, he was reminded of that every day he saw her. Sure she was better now and the healthy glow of her skin was back and the cuts were practically blemishes, but it still wasn't enough, he wanted her at her hundred percent.
He was doing the right thing.
Steve arrived home early that night. He felt guilty for being away so late into the night but work had doubled. He was determined to find Jessica and unravel her accomplices and this big player in the game. Ever since Olivia and Aaron was found, there had not been a peep of this villainous group and their plans of mind control. It was extremely unsettling.
He opened the door with a bag of take-out dangling in his other hand. He was just about to place the bag on the shelf for a moment to rid of his coat, but a sudden sound of struggle in the kitchen immediately grabbed his attention.
Alarmed of the probable danger, he rushed into the pantry.
He discovered it wasn't a life threatening struggle at all. Olivia had the top cupboard above the counter, open and was desperately trying to reach for something. He was appalled to find she was stretching her injured side in order to retrieve her desired item.
"Olli what are you doing?" He demanded approaching her.
She flinched, startled by his appearance. She looked to him over her shoulder and then back to the cupboard.
"I am trying to get to the sugar. Was it always this high up?"
He quickly approached her and steadied a hand on her back, grabbing her attention. She froze under his touch as if not accustomed to it.
"Are you hurt?" He asked gently.
"No, but my calves are killing from all the stretching." His worry did not ease and Olivia sighed.
"I am fine Steve, really."
"You should have called." He muttered retrieving the jar of sugar for her and situating it on the marble surface under the storage space.
"What you were going to rush all the way from the office so I can put some sugar in my coffee?" She questioned incredulously, smirking teasingly.
"I'll move everything around." He insisted sternly and began to organize the rest of the jars in the cupboard into a neat line against the tile wall under the cupboard.
"Steve stop, it's fine you need to chill." Olivia whispered, grasping his forearm gently.
"I think I am chill enough." It took a moment for him to realize he sounded snappier and mocking than he intended.
"Alright." She mumbled contritely and inched away from him. "Sorry."
He looked to her to find her gaze averted and lowered to the floor, much like a repentant child, her lips twisted in a frown. His heart clenched, immediately remorseful for having hurt her feelings.
"Look I'll bring you your coffee, can you just please stay in bed and rest?" He pleaded, nervously palming the back of his neck.
"I've been resting all day and for the past two months." Olivia grumbled.
"Please, for me?" He pinned her under his sky blue eyes. "I'll even bring those muffins you like."
"Well I can't say no to that." She mumbled, smiling sheepishly.
Steve grinned, happy that he had managed to convince her to rest. Olivia reluctantly headed to the bedroom and he waited for her to disappear at the bend before beginning his task.
The captain had neatly arranged a cup of tea, a chocolate chip muffin, all on individuals plates and balanced on a tray. He was rather proud of his preparation and was eager to present it to Olivia. He stepped into the room and she was already sitting upon the bed, her legs crossed in a meditative style.
She beamed in greeting and Steve smiled shyly before placing the tray on the bedside table, careful to push her medication and the reading lamp to make room for the food.
"Here you go, I put two spoons of sugar I hope that's enough." He murmured uncertainly.
"Oh that's plenty, but it's not the kinda sugar I am really craving right now." Steve was slow to catch onto the suggestive play of her words and looked to her. Olivia leaned in and pressed her lips to his.
The passion in her kiss pulled him in completely. He was seduced into bending over the bed with her clinging around his neck and kissing him lovingly. He felt his body melt into her expert mouth, his lips parting invitingly. She dove in and began to play with his tongue while slowly pulling him further into her hold.
Steve lost his balance and tumbled forward a bit, he knew he would fallen on to her if he hadn't dropped his hand to the mattress on time, stopping his descend.
"Olli wait." He groaned, wrenching his mouth off hers by some super human effort.
"No waiting Steve, I need you." She rasped, moving her kisses down to his throat, her hands palming down his t-shirt.
"You need to rest you are not fully recovered yet." He advised, breathlessly.
"Of course I am, here ill prove it." Her touch dropped to the brass button of his jeans, unclasping it hastily.
His eyes pinched shut, determined to not give in.
"Olivia stop." He ordered, he straightened up and forced her hands away from his pants in one swift motion. Steve took a giant step back and frantically buttoned his pants with shivering hands. His was flustered and incensed by her actions and focused his irate gaze onto her, bristling.
"You need to stop this and accept the fact that you are injured and stop denying everything. I am not going to do this with you while you are in a state like this and you need to realize that. You are not a teenager to just let your hormones run your life, so just grow up."
His words had hit her, hard. He instantly regretted it the moment she winced and stared at him, scarcely comprehending of the harsh tone that left his lips.
"Grow up?" She echoed woefully staring past him. His heart lurched when her eyes glossed over in unshed tears.
"Right." She mumbled almost inaudibly as she chewed on her lower lip, desperately pushing back her humiliated cry.
"Olli..." He whispered, faltering. "I didn't mean that I'm-"
"No it's fine." She cut in, slowly reclining across the mattress and then rolling away from him.
"I think I'll take that rest now."
Steve stared at her back, unsure of what to do or say. He couldn't turn away from the thought that maybe he had hurt her to a unbendable end. The regret made his throat close up and the shame forced him to flee from the room, shutting the door softly in his wake.
Steve felt like scum. Not just for having been cruel to Olivia, but hearing her sobbing in his room that night. He wanted to go in and beg for forgiveness but she had locked the door. He sat, dejected, repentant on his leather couch. He didn't get a wink of sleep that night but he hoped Olivia had. He didn't really blame her for shutting him out of his own room, he didn't really want to be around himself in that moment either.
Steve had dozed off just before sunrise, but he woke up to the eerie feeling that the apartment was completely deserted. He sat up his bleary gaze shot to the bedroom door. It was wide open. He clambered out of his couch and head in the chambers.
Olivia wasn't there, but his bed was neatly arranged with a note on top of the smooth, blue sheets. He approached the bed, picked up the note and read it, praying beforehand that it wasn't a break up letter.
Headed to the store to complete some grown-up duties. Be back soon.
Steve winced at the barely disguised spite in her letter. He sighed and decided to begin his day, he was already late for work. He was a little hopeful, even though he wasn't her favourite person in that moment, she was still considerate enough to leave him a note and not a heart attack out of vengeance.
He wasn't too anxious about Olivia walking about Washington on her own. Ever since the incident Tony had taken it upon himself to monitor Olivia's movements from one of his satellites, making sure she wasn't in danger. The system was effective and stealthy, just as he liked, but he knew he would eventually have to tell Olivia about it.
Even though he felt guilty for hurting her, he felt justified in his reasons. He was trying to do the noble thing, why didn't she understand that?
Steve didn't want to leave before Olivia got home, but Fury demanded his presence at the Triskellion, a order he couldn't ignore. He shuffled out into the hall and stood at the threshold, staring at the door handle with a lost look.
I shouldn't leave, I have to talk to her. But considering how out of it I've been at work Fury would fire me. Will I make it worse if I am not here when I get back?
"Trouble in paradise?"
A soft voice questioned, full of teasing mirth. He spun around to find Kate the nurse. She was smiling at him while pushing her key into her door knob. She was dressed in long, navy blue coat over her pink scrubs. Her head of wavy blonde hair was tied up in a rather messy pony tail.
"How did you know?" He asked, blinking in intrigue and turning to face her, hesitantly.
"I know a guilty man when I see one." She mused sympathetically. He lowered his gaze, a little ashamed of the correct observation.
"I am sure you two will work it out." She assured. "Though I thought you'd just be happy to have her back."
"I am." He said, turning to her.
"Does she know that?" She asked stirring doubt within him.
Steve scratched at his cheek with the sharp end of his key, pensively.
"I did a terrible job at showing her." He admitted mainly to himself. Kate smiled pityingly at the man until the success of opening her door grabbed her attention. Steve was immediately compelled to speak to her on a matter he had not had the chance of addressing ever since Olivia was in the hospital.
"Listen Kate." He called, approaching her. She turned him to him, her pretty eyes wide in question.
"I wanna thank you."
"For what?" She asked, dubiously with one hand steady on her door handle.
"Your were the main reason I found her, honestly without your statement we never would have narrowed down the search. You have no idea how thankful I am that you happened to step out at the right time."
She stared at him, surprised by his heartfelt words of gratitude.
"Please no, I am just glad you found her." She insisted with a modest dismissive wave of her hand.
"Olli doesn't deserve to be taken like that."
Steve was taken aback when she used Olivia's infamous nickname, it suggested familiarity.
"You know her?" He asked, curiously.
"Yah of course." Kate exclaimed like he had stated the most obvious thing. "Her cinnamon rolls are amazing. Tell her I'll expect thanks in that form."
"I'll let her know." Steve chuckled, though he was crumbling desolately on the inside.
If she ever talks to me again.
He arrived back home as early as possible, which was just after two. He hurried into the flat, half expecting to find her sitting at the desk, typing away urgently at her laptop. He was disappointed to find the place empty and prayed that she wasn't still out, or worse.
He didn't think about worse till he searched the entire apartment. He moved towards the bedroom and opened the door.
Olivia was sitting on the bed, the side of her profile faced him. She was tucked neatly under the covers and reading from a open book. She abruptly looked up from beneath the frame of her glasses and their gazes met.
There was a moment of charged electricity between them, Steve felt it with every fibre of his being. Her honey brown eyes were quivering longingly and he thought maybe she had forgiven him.
But then her demeanour towards him cooled and she averted her attention back to the book. He sighed despondently. She was still shaken by his rejection.
He approached her hesitantly and took a seat at the edge of the bed, by her feet. She sat comfortably with her back pressed into the pillows that kept her seated position. Her expression was melancholic, her usual gleaming eyes were bitter and guarded.
She refused to look at him. He didn't blame her, after the way he had reacted. He expected her to glare at him, irritated by the very sight of him. He preferred it over the stoic, expressionless woman she was in that moment. He was frightened by it, this dark, depressed side of her he never wanted to bring about.
At the same time he knew she was being unreasonable. To even suggest sex in her current, hurt state. She was still recovering from the attack, her ribs could act up at any given moment and she had not given it a second thought.
"What do you want me to do, apologize for caring?" The words spilled from his lips, he wanted her to look to him again, understand that he hadn't meant to hurt her feelings.
Olivia heard his words and he saw the way her curved shoulders tensed up. Calmly she shut her book, set it as side and then focused her gaze onto him. Despite the composed appearance of her face. Steve could see the dejection and annoyance burning into him through her still gaze.
"Stop treating me like a china-doll just because I don't have super healing powers. I am not that delicate. I'm alive aren't I?" She said. Each word was enunciated with razor sharp precision that cut through him. Steve lowered his gaze out of guilt, seeing this Olivia sighed fretfully.
"I survived and I'm here and all I wanted was to be with you. You are the only thing I want to fight for in this world."The trembling emotion in her words made his chest feel heavy from guilt and longing.
She was tightly clutching to the hem of her bed sheet, her knuckles paling from the pressure. Then suddenly her grip slackened, she looked to him again with eyes glittering vulnerably.
"It didn't even have to be sex. I just wanted to be held in your arms." She confessed. Steve stiffened, his heart clenching painfully within his ribs. He knew she was on the edge of bursting into tears, knowing that he had brought such pain onto his gentle, sweet, loving girlfriend…made him feel lower than scum.
He inched closer until he was sitting by her thighs. He reached out to her before she could pull away and grasped her hands in his large ones. Olivia bit her lip and averted her gaze to her lap, unable to look into his ocean blue eyes without tearing up.
Steve inhaled a deep breath for strength, pushing past the rock like weight in the base of his throat, he began to speak.
"I didn't want to risk losing you." He confessed his voice hoarse and strained."What happened. What could have happened. It was too hard."
"I know. I get it. I don't blame you." Olive stated to assure him that she harboured no hate for his reasons, Steve listened attentively.
"I just spent a month with nurses and doctors. I didn't want to come home to that."
He frowned and nodded in understanding. Of course she didn't want to come back home to another regiment of sleep, over protective, watched over every day schedule. He knew that feeling better than anyone, having spent his first few days back among the living within a hospital room and most of childhood being constantly fussed over. He felt like an idiot for not having considered her feelings on the matter or even attempting to empathize.
Steve hated knowing that he had made her feel weak and unloved. He knew he had to make it right.
"I'm sorry." He stated firmly and unreservedly. She raised her wide amber gaze to meet his. Steve leaned over, staring deep into her eyes so she could see how truly, deeply remorseful he was.
"I'm so sorry Olli. Can I hold you now, please?"
Olivia stared at him unable to look away. Steve released his grip on her hands and dropped his hands to his side, open, awaiting for her approval or rejection. Either way, he wanted her to come to him and understand that he was willing to risk his feelings, for her.
Every cell in her body yearned for him. To be pressed against his warm chest by his strong protective arms, to feel his beating heart throb against hers, to feel safe.
She nodded, mute with the emotion. Steve didn't hesitate to pull her into his arms around her smaller frame and embrace her tightly. Olivia buried her face into the crook of his neck, trying to hide in all the warmth he had to offer.
That was all it took for her will to crumble and she couldn't stop the tears from spilling down her face.
"I was so terrified of leaving you." Her sobs were muffled against his skin. Steve nodded, his face buried into the crown of her head, breathing in her inviting scent while trying to keep a tight leash on his own straying control.
"I know, I know." He crooned softly, soothingly running his hand down the back of her head. Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks at his tender actions. His heart lurched, all too familiar of the emotions she was experiencing in that moment, after all he was practically a torn man when waiting for her to wake up.
Olive didn't object when Steve held her into his strapping arms and moved further into the bed. He wanted to sit in a better position, propped up against the headboard with her in his arms.
He didn't care how long it took and how long he held her. He wasn't going to make a move to leave until she was ready to. It felt so good to hold her again, he never wanted to let go.
Olivia didn't know how long she had spent, crying into his shoulder. Through her blurry eyes she wondered if Steve was tired of her sniffling but he didn't utter a word of complaint. He was simply content in just allowing her to vent, and she had months of suppressed sadness to release.
After an entire box of tissues later, Olivia had gotten quiet in his arms. She was sitting on his lap with her legs stretched to the side. Her forehead was resting on his chest as Steve continued to stroke her thigh comfortingly while pressing doting kisses to the top of her head every now and then. She snuggled further into his embrace, loving the honey-comb scent of his skin.
She released a shuddering breath she had been holding in. With steady fingers she reached up and began to trace mindless patterns along the breadth of his chest. Steve knew what that movement meant. She was preparing herself for something she had been holding back and wanted to desperately share.
"I heard her." She stated, softly. He was confused at first but from the strain in her voice, he knew who she was referring to.
"Norah?"
She nodded and raised her gaze to meet his, a lazy smile full of wonder played at her lips. "It's crazy I know. I don't even believe in heaven or hell. Maybe it was because my last thought at the time was her."
The serious in his eyes softened at her words. Steve believed in heaven and seeing visions of a loved one during a life threatening state, but it was also likely her stressful state at the time could have caused hallucinations.
"Maybe, what did she say?" He asked gently.
"Sloth Monkey." She murmured dazedly.
"What?" He asked unsure if he had heard her clearly. A wheezy laugh escaped her lips at the confusion in his voice and ample blue eyes.
"The last thing I told her to call me was that because she was my Nerdasauraus. She passed away before she c-cou-" She suddenly went very still. She began to chew on her lower lip anxiously, her gaze far away. She was thinking about Norah and their last moment together.
Steve could only watch helplessly, unable to say or do anything that would ease her pain. So he chose to hold her a little tighter, to let her know that he was there and he was never going to let her grieve alone.
"My throat hurts." She grumbled while pinching at the column of her throat. Steve quickly picked up the glass of water on the bedside table and handed it to her. She gulped down a few mouthfuls before handing the glass back to him.
After a moment, Steve surprised her when he leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to the space where her jaw met her neck.
"Better?" He murmured against her skin while looking at her from beneath his long lashes. She gulped down the heavy lump in her throat as her heart raced under the heat in his gaze.
"Yeah..." She whispered shyly while holding his stare bravely. He smiled lovingly at her. He reached out and cupped the side of her face, his thumb rubbing at the width of her cheek bone.
The seriousness in his expression angled his handsome features. Olivia wanted to touch him in turn, but she was more curious to see what his actions would lead to. He had a decisive look in his eyes as, focused and intense as his soft caress moved down her face and to her neck.
"I don't know how I stayed two months without you." He said his voice was deep and heavy with longing. A wave of unexpected craving hit him and he could no longer suppress it.
"And then some." She added. He nodded in a dazed agreement and then leaned in.
Their lips met and a shudder passed through her from the sheer emotion in his kiss. Steve felt it too because in that moment his hold on her grew tighter, pressing further against her soft mouth.
She felt her heart squeeze in response as the kiss deepened. She didn't realise how much she missed his kisses until that moment. The same drugging depth and passion exchanged between them.
His lips kissed down her chin and along the length of her neck. Olivia's chest heaved in shallow breaths. Her body tingled with desire to be closer to him. His hands trailed down her sides, his deft fingers pressing into the curve of her waist. She shifted her position and Steve helped her by lifting her up into his arms and settling her astride on his lap.
"You are so warm." He murmured against her lips as her hands ventured under his shirt, pushing up the material over his strong torso. Olivia's mouth curled up into a smile, amused by his words.
"That's a random thing to say."
Steve didn't think so.
"You were so cold last time I held you in my arms. I don't ever want you to be that cold again." She froze, her eyes fluttered open. Their gazes met and she was caught under the seriousness in his stare. Unable to find words to soothe away the apprehension in his eyes, she kissed him again.
Their amorous actions grew more frenetic, but they stripped each other slowly, savouring the moment. Soon they were both bare and pressed against each other. Her touch slide up his firm chest, he shivered under her exploratory stroking. She palmed his shoulders before moving her fingers up and burying them in his soft hair.
Steve groaned appreciatively, his fingers were sprawled across her back, pressing into her naked flesh. He hesitantly reminded her, amid all the heated kisses, that he didn't have a condom. She didn't either which was why he was surprised when she told him it was okay. He was unsure at first, but Olivia assured him that there was a morning after pill. She didn't usually take it because it messed with her cycle but she didn't mind for just this one time.
He didn't know how to feel about it at first. They had never done it raw and he didn't want to stop, but he trusted Olivia to know better, plus he was curious to know how it feels naturally.
Olivia felt her sanity straying at the sensation of his hips between her thighs. She changed her position until they were irrevocably joined.
They both sighed from the fulfillment and pleasure. It was better than before, he was practically dizzy from the unbridled sensation. The heat and the intimacy made his blood pump and heart race. Olivia breathing hard above him, getting accustomed to his size once more. Steve was careful not to hold her to a painful intensity and kept his hands safely on her hips, away from her ribs.
She buried her face into the crook of his neck and breathed in the warm, welcoming scent of his honey-comb skin. Her eyes prickled from the overwhelming realisation of how much she missed him.
"This is my favourite position."
Steve couldn't help but laugh softly at her zealous statement. She looked to find him watching her with a fond twinkle in his blue eyes. She beamed, his laugh was literal music to her ears. He returned her smile dotingly and cupped the side of her face.
It was like when they first made love. Steve knew it wasn't going to be a moment he would ever forget, considering it was his first time. Thinking back on the night, he couldn't imagine losing his virtue to anyone but Olivia.
"Mine too." He responded before kissing her softly. His hands moved down her back to rest on the bend of her waist. She didn't want to move just yet, she wanted to stay that way, just a little longer.
Steve was content with the slow pace, delighting in the moment with slow kisses and lazy caresses. He leaned back to look upon her pretty face. She was smiling shyly but her hips began to move, rocking over him in a slow, steady cadence. The pleasure began to build but he was too mesmerised by her.
He studied her flushed cheeks, inky lashes, pink parted lip and misty eyes. Olivia was caught under the captivating glow of his sea-blue eyes and wondered blissfully, how she managed to have such a amazing man in her life. He was the epitome of sublime with his powerful physique, handsome face and head of golden hair. She palmed the breadth of his chest up to his great shoulders. She steadied her hands against the kid-leather smoothness of his skin.
"I love you so much, Olivia." He confessed ardently, staring up at her. Despite their closeness his eyes still seemed to speak of his deep ache for her. She held his worshipful gaze and grinned lovingly, her amber orbs glossing over from the overwhelming affection she held for him.
"I love you, Steve." She whispered softly and gathered his face in to her loving hands and kissed him passionately, pouring her heart into the kiss till they were both breathless.
After a couple of hours of familiarizing themselves with each other's touch. Steve and Olivia lay sated on his bed, a mess of tangled limbs, sweat slicked skin and tousled hair.
Olivia had the back of her head resting on the crook of his arm. Steve had propped his body on his side on that said arm while admiring his pretty girlfriend. He was besotted at the sight of her heart breaking smile, directed up at him. He couldn't resist the urge to swoop down and steal a kiss, eliciting a girlish giggle from her.
He rolled down on to his back and pulled her closer. Olivia hugged his side, her bandaged arm thrown over his chest. He soothingly pressed her flesh as if testing to see if she was still tender. Olivia was lost in her thoughts to really feel any sort of ache, too busy admiring the side of her boyfriend's handsome profile.
"I never realised how scary you could be." She mused out loud running the tip of her finger down the bridge of his nose.
"It's much hotter when it's directed at Stark."
A immediate look of pained remorse clouded his features and he reluctantly looked to her.
"I'm sorry about that I shouldn't have said those things." He apologized.
"I shouldn't have tried to get into your pants as a way not deal with the issue." She murmured, drawing circles across his chest.
"I was in denial." She confessed glumly. It was true, Olivia wasn't blind to how she struggled to deal with her emotions at times. She had trouble telling people how she really felt and given Steve previous guarded ways, she had closed herself off even further. But she was afraid to lose him and thought if she practiced intimacy, something he never denied her before, maybe there was a chance.
She had been wrong of course and the smarting from his words was still a little fresh in her heart.
She was brought out of her woeful thoughts when Steve pulled her a little closer and buried his face into her dark tresses.
"Still, telling you to grow up was unnecessarily spiteful and the last thing I ever wanted to do was shame you for being passionate. I was-just thought I was doing the right thing but I was really trying to make myself better."
She craned her neck up to stare at him, marvelling over his apology and curious to what he meant by his last words. Steve's gaze was lowered his mouth twisted pensively.
"I thought the distance would help me lessen the fear of losing you but all it did was make things worse. I just can't imagine life without you Olli." He whispered, meeting her stare and gazing deep into her eyes.
Olivia was caught off guard by his honest declaration. The smile that curved at her lips was instinctive and Steve felt like he was melting.
"It's weird how life works like that right?" She pondered out loud. "I mean one moment a person is a complete stranger and next thing you know they are everything."
Steve nodded in agreement and reached out to play with her nimble fingers. Olivia grinned affectionately and watched the way his large hand enveloped hers, how his fingers fit perfectly between hers.
"You were really hard to read." She admitted looking to him. "I thought I was losing you."
"No, never." He said with a wide shake of his head, his contrite blue gaze snagging hers.
"I am sorry I made you think that."
She curved into his body, the side of her face sinking into the comfort of the pillow, her lips brushed against the bend of his shoulder.
"I'm sorry about the whole hacker past Steve, I really never thought it would come back to haunt me."
"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked adjusting his position till he was comfortably opposite her.
"I was a shamed, I never thought myself as someone who would give into desperation like that but I was. Norah's treatments were drying my savings like a puddle of water in the Sahara, I didn't want to accept my parents money. I knew I had to find another way to keep her alive." Her eyebrows were furrowed vexed by the memory and struggled to meet his gaze. She took a deep breath for strength and Steve waited patiently for her to continue.
His heart felt heavy just listening and imagining her struggle. He had seen the costs for Norah's procedure and other medical bills, it was a damn near fortune.
"I was trying to get new clients because everyone else had lost their patience with my lack of meeting schedules . Then this man approached me and he said his client will be in touch soon. I thought it was some kind of joke but I received an email the moment I got home."
"What was in the email?" He asked his interest had peaked.
"Very specific directions and the job was simple and the payout was hard to ignore. I convinced myself it wasn't a completely bad deed, it was just bringing down the security and I wasn't involved with the stealing part, but then..." She sighed despairingly, remorse shadowed her eyes and forced a frown to her face.
"I put so many people in danger because of my stupid mistake."
"You were trying to do right by Norah, sometimes you have to compromise yourself to keep your loved ones alive." Steve spoke kindly to reassure her.
"Yeah but my mistake put people I care about in danger. That woman kidnapped Aaron for God's sakes." She cried her expression harsh with self-hatred. "She literally used him to get to me, at least I think it was me. None of it makes any sense."
"Did she know he was a weakness to you?" He asked tentatively.
"That's the thing." Olivia exclaimed. "Aaron isn't a weakness to me. I mean yeah I care about him and sometime ago I had feelings for him but if she really wanted to get to me she should have gotten to Charlie, Claire, Skeeter or me directly."
Steve nodded while listening intently. Olivia had a point, it was hard to determine what exactly Jessica's motive was by kidnapping Aaron. Maybe he had seen more than he claimed, but Steve went over the man's statement to Quinn, it was nothing they didn't already know.
"You are right, it doesn't add up. I'll look in to it Olli I swear." He vowed, hoping she wouldn't stress over the matter any longer.
"Natasha and Kevin are working on finding out who this bastard is. We will get answers."
She hummed in acknowledgement of his words but her mind was still focused on unraveling the puzzle of Jessica/ Mistress B's ploy. What did she want with Aaron? Who's computer was Olivia forced to hack into?
"I can't shake the feeling that there is more to it, like I am missing something important." She confided to Steve. "At first I thought it was you who was in danger but she spoke of you more as a obstacle that they wanted to avoid. When I asked Aaron about his time with her all he said was that she talked about me but I am clearly not their priority."
"Talked about you?" Steve echoed, perplexed, but then the suggestion in the context slowly dawned on to him.
"You mean like..."
"Yeah, but I think it was mainly to piss off Aaron." Her tone was far too casual for his liking. Her words proved a suspicion he had been ever since he met Aaron.
"So I was right..." He mumbled solemnly to himself. "He still has feelings for you."
"Why does that matter?" Olivia countered confused by his miserable tone. He looked to her, wide-eyed and surprised.
"You know he does?"
"He did make it obvious with his flirting in that room." She recalled with nonchalant shrug of her shoulders.
"What?" He sat up scandalised by her statement. Olivia cursed under her breath wishing she was a bit more tactful in her response, even though it did not matter to her, she should have known Steve would over react.
"Babe." She called lovingly while rising up on to her rear and tucking the bed sheet under her arms, keeping herself modest.
"I think you are missing the most important part of this conversation. We were just discussing a serious topic." She reminded gently.
Steve frowned, his forehead creasing in displeasure. His sea-blue eyes watched her as if she had betrayed him in the most cruellest of ways.
"He was holding you in his arms when I got there. I didn't think too much about it then because getting you to a medic was my first priority, but then something like that happened again when I left your room when you were unconscious on bed rest. I came back and he was there and he was holding your hand in the middle of a pretty intense confession."
"I was out cold in both of those situations." Olivia cried out in defence, her face reddening from imagining the odd situation.
"Yes I know, but I need to know if there is anything I should be worried about." He stressed.
"With Aaron?"
He nodded grimly, even though his eyes showed he was fretful of her pending answer.
Olivia stared at him quietly trying to tell if he was serious in his suspicions about Aaron and her. The idea was outlandish to her but Steve was clearly plagued by the thought, the same way she was when it came to him and Peggy.
"I'm going to be completely honest with you Steve." She began and he readied himself for her explanation, his heart pounding in anticipation.
"What Aaron and I had was great, he was fun and exactly what I needed at the time. We were both at a place in our lives where we had no adult responsibilities other than making rent, doing our jobs and then enjoying the weekend. We had a good rhythm and I did...love him." She hesitated when a flicker of anguish rose to his sky-blue eyes.
"But then Norah came along and as supportive as everyone was, Aaron had a hard time. He wasn't obvious about his feelings but felt left out because most of my attention was given towards Norah and trying to fit her into my life. I honestly didn't know how to balance him and her." Olivia took a deep cleansing breath. "One night I made the mistake of leaning on Aaron. It was a long hard day, I missed a meeting with a client because I had to pick up Norah and the night before I was-anyway it was a mess and I was really down and he was the shoulder I had to vent to. Aaron took that to mean I no longer wanted Norah in my life. He told my parents and it was a big misunderstanding. They almost came all the way from Carolina to relieve me of her. That wasn't what I wanted at all."
Steve gaped unblinking. Aaron had complained to her parents that Norah was a hassle for Olivia? His nose wrinkled in displeasure, it was most dishonourable.
"That led to a big confrontation and Aaron walked out and I let him. I think he was waiting for me to tell him that it was okay. I never blamed him for it, I mean if the wheels were turned I would have my reservations too but it didn't change the facts that he acted selfishly, he said he did it for me which isn't true." Olivia grumbled a slight agitation from the past still lingered in her voice.
"We have that rhythm too Olli." He reminded gently earning her attention. "What you and Aaron had then isn't so different to what we have now."
"Of course it is different." She objected, mildly exasperated and leaning towards him. "Aaron wasn't good for me. Not that I am saying he was a bad influence but he had drama with his family and during those days so did I and we were perfectly content with ignoring our parents and just living the life we wanted. But that's wrong, it took me years of reflection to realise that my parents are not bad people."
A long sigh escaped her lips as she averted her gaze, briefly thinking about her parents. Then she looked back at him and his breath was caught under the heart racing affection in her gaze. She reached out and gently cupped the sides of his face and moved closer, to the point where their foreheads almost touched. She thumbed the breadth of his high cheek bones while studying the anticipation in his gaze.
"You make me a better person, more than that you literally brought light back into my life because I was just getting by, trying to hope that each day goes smoothly and I don't break down in sobs in the middle of the road." Her lips twisted in a light-hearted scowl. "I am actually annoyed that you'd think I would ever have a second thought about Aaron when you are all I think about. Present and future."
His eyes lit up like the fourth of July, Olivia couldn't help but smile at the sheer beauty of the shinning sapphire orbs. He averted his gaze and his cheeks dimpled, as if abashed by her confession. Her grin widened and she held his face a little firmly, grabbing his attention once more. She leaned in and kissed him feather lightly across the lips. He pressed up, craving more but she pulled back an inch and gazed deep into his hooded eyes.
"Aaron will never be someone you'd have to worry about."She murmured, her forehead brushing against his."I'll do whatever it takes to prove it and it's going to be really easy too."
"You don't need to prove anything, I believe you. I just wanted to be sure." He spoke softly while holding her gaze. "We can go back to talking about the case."
He was caught under the desire that slowly darkened her honey brown eyes. She watched him like a ravenous panther, desperate to devour him.
"That's suddenly not my priority right now." She whispered and buried her face into the crook of his neck. Steve grinned, his blue eyes sparkling with love and utterly besotted by her actions , but then his lips parted in a suppressed moan when she began to pepper his skin with kisses.
"This does not surprise me." He mused, his voice strained from the pleasure of her hot mouth trailing down the length of his throat and towards his chest. Steve planted his hands over the curves of her feminine hips and reeled her into his body. Olivia straddled his waist again as she continued to leave a wet path down his impressive torso. Feeling mischievous Olivia flicked her tongue against his hardened, rosy pink nipple. Steve gasped under her and his hard body stiffened. She smiled coyly and continued to venture down.
She kissed a path down the center of his stomach, against the smooth taut planes of his firm belly. She knew she had worked him up from the occasional squirming and the hard to ignore pulsing length of him against her body. She felt a light pressure on the back of her head which was his hand. She looked up and met his glittering gaze. He began to guide her up slowly back to him and Olivia complied, eagerly climbing to meet his lips.
He kissed her with a drugging depth and she was instantly swallowed up by the heat of his mouth. Their bodies molded in a perfect puzzle and mid kiss, Steve slipped inside her. She moaned into the kiss and Steve felt swallowed it hungrily as his hands palmed over her juicy rear and squeezed lovingly. Her body was pulsing wildly as he guided her expertly, up and down his shaft as their tongues mated. She was lost in bliss, she felt every inch of him, every pulse, his sinfully wonderful pressure without any form of rubber between them.
She knew she could easily be addicted to such a feeling and thanked herself for not venturing so far with another man before. Only Steve, she felt comfortable enough to break this one rule. She wanted to feel him completely, but she didn't expect the pleasure to double the way it had.
"Ol-Olli."He rasped out against her mouth alerting her that he was close.
"Not yet babe."She pleaded breathlessly.
"All that stamina I built has failed me now." He grumbled, looking to her through squinted eyes, heavy with bliss.
"You feel crazy good." He whispered straining to control himself. Olivia smiled dotingly and pressed her lips against the side of his face as they continued to rock together in a fast, deep, cadence.
"So do you, I want to go on just for a little longer."She murmured, her mind a dizzying spiral of pleasure.
"Anything for you." He vowed and held her tighter.
She hurried to meet him at the edge of ecstasy and it wasn't long till he began to hit all the sensitive spots inside her, pushing her into rapture. They fell in sheer surrender, going tense in each others arms as the mind numbing climax hit.
Her body abruptly relaxed in sated bliss as she slumped over his hard body. Her head rested on his chest and rose to each hard ragged pant he took to appease his burning lungs. Olivia was equally breathless and struggled to keep her eyes opened from the unexpected fatigue. She was further seduced into sleep when she felt him play with the damp strands of her hair, his blunt nails running soothingly over her scalp.
She sighed happily, a gently smile full of peace curved at her lips. This was where she wanted to be, Steve wasn't just her lover or her boyfriend or Captain America to her. He was home and home was where she felt safe.
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