A/N: Hey guys! I nearly got this to you on time this week. Reviews are appreciated. Lemon ahead!
Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel, Disney, or the Avengers.
"I'm sorry." He said, when he found me later at home. Tony would be overnight, and even a few days after that until we could see if he was strong enough to come home. He insisted Bruce be his doctor/nurse and I pinched his ear for that.
"It's not your fault and it can't be changed." I said, petting Athena's ear. She was on my lap, enjoying our cuddles.
"I want you to know that I'm not accusing you of lying, but why did you not want to tell me?"
"I was only 20, in my 3rd year of residency, but I should have seen the signs. I've had a hard time when anything relating to Connor is mentioned. I'm not broken by him, but I was careless. I had no clue I was pregnant, until after the fight where I kicked his ass. He still managed to get me in the back with the steak knife, which was merely a deep slice. But he had kicked my stomach, before I started wailing on him. Later at the hospital, I had no idea what was happening until it was too late. They couldn't save my baby." I said, nursing my large glass of wine.
As he sat down next to me, he faced me saying, "I'm sorry you had to go through that alone."
"Tony and Pepper flew out the next day. Tony was ready to murder him, but he settled for using all his lawyers to send Connor to jail, for the rest of his life."
"Mia," He said, gathering me up in his arms. I didn't cry, because I had let out all of my tears long ago. Can't dwell on the past.
"I got a little bunny tattooed on my hip, a month after. It helped me grieve, and now it's done." I said, sipping while he kissed my head.
"I was wondering what that was for," He said, realizing it now. My head stayed on his chest as I asked, "Was I your first?"
"First love?" He asked confused.
"The first women to have Captain America," I said, rubbing his upper thigh in example. His throat cleared as he whispered, "You were my first."
"Okay," I said smiling and snuggling, before shooting up and looking horrified.
"Oh my god I must have seduced you. I'm not at all that loose when I'm drinking. I am so sorry," I said covering my mouth in horror.
"Mia," he said clearly, "It's fine. You were wonderful. Needy but when aren't you."
I huffed indignantly, and smacked his chest, while he laughed.
"You didn't get that first time though. I kind of thrust you into it," I said, holding my forehead to keep from smacking myself.
"I'm pretty sure I did some thrusting," he joked, and I couldn't help the giggles. This man couldn't stand bad language, but could joke about sex around me like no one else.
"I mean," I said still laughing, before sobering up. Sitting up, I put down my glass, and tentatively leaned towards his face. I think he saw what I was trying to portray, because his smile dropped and our chests heaved. Carefully brushing my lips to his, I felt him trying to imagine if it had been his first time.
"You're fragile," he said, pulling away to look in my eyes.
"I'm yours. You'll be strong for us both," I said, smiling, "Besides, I want to see how you would have made love to me."
"Jarvis," He said, and the AI instantly played a slow song I knew, and the lockdown protocols were in effect for our floor. No one would be bothering us tonight.
"Smooth," I whispered, as his hand lifted to cup my cheek.
"You are so beautiful," he said, before his eyes flickered to my lips. I blushed as his own lips slanted against mine, carefully nipping. It was more than I thought I would remember, but I was slowly realizing that I remembered our first time. I had sobered up considerably by the third time our first night, but the first was magical.
"Steve," I whispered like a prayer as his lips left mine. He lifted my up into his arms, as I wrapped my arms around his neck. The music followed us into the bedroom, which had by now, gotten to the sensual chorus. I watched as he set me down on the bed, bending down to grab me in another passionate kiss.
"Would you allow me to undress you ma'am?" He asked sweetly, pressing kisses to my fingertips.
"You may," I breathed out, and he kissed me again. He worked on my shirt first, and I was extremely happy I had gone with a button down today. Once it was off, he took his own cardigan off. Continuing his assault on my lips, he tentatively pressed his hand over the top of my breasts. I shivered as he bent down to kiss the top of each one. His hands quickly snapped my bra off, and I felt a moment of irritation.
"That was my favorite one," I said, pouting. The song changed, and I smirked at the first few notes.
"I will buy you 10 more," He said, panting lightly before assaulting my neck. I moaned softly as he cupped my breasts, lightly rubbing his thumbs over my taut nipples. I couldn't even respond to him bending down to place a soft kiss over the bunny on my hip. It was so sweet, but the next second I wasn't focused on that.
"Oh god," I said, as he palmed me through my jeans. He took off his own shirt, before laying us down. He gently lay on top of me, shuddering at the warmth we created.
"Mia, I…" He said, getting choked up. It was so rare for me to Steve show this kind of emotion, that I simply leaned my forehead into his softly.
"You don't have to say it now," I whispered, as he moved to maneuver me out of my jeans. His eyes portrayed the words that were on the tip of his tongue, but he knew what I meant. I wasn't denying it, but choosing to acknowledge the unspoken. He poured all his love into that next kiss. As I watched his eyes, he had undressed himself, and pressed himself between my legs. His boxers and my panties were the only thing that separated us.
He shuddered at the heat radiating from my core, and I desperately wanted to rub myself against him to speed things up. I knew however that this was about Steve's first time, so I kept myself still. He was all too eager, as his fingers played with me over the fabric.
Letting out soft moans, while keeping my eyes on his, I tentatively trailed my fingers from his shoulder down his torso. He panted as I reached the waistband of his boxers, and dipped my hand inside. Grasping him, I gave slow languid pumps, before his lips crashed to mine.
"Patience," I said as he moved to rip off my panties. I'm thankful he hadn't actually ripped them off, but the were flung haphazardly across the room.
"It's you who will be needing patience," He said, as he roughly shoved down and stepped out of his boxers. He just stood there, gazing at me, as if committing every inch of skin to memory. He slowly kneeled between my legs, and the song changed to one of my favorites.
"Love me like you do," I whispered to him, and he shuddered as he lined himself up with my entrance. As he pushed himself in, I felt my whole body ignite with need, and I had to bite down on my pillow to keep from crying out.
Steve sucked in a breath and I clamped down on his thick length. I moaned as he changed the angle, hitting spots in me that tripled the intensity of the pleasure we were creating. He was slow and deliberate in his strokes, but never did he stop. Even when a both our orgasms ripped through us, he kept pumping. It built up again, and by then I was delirious with need.
"Steve," I moaned, as he picked up speed. It was still making love, but at an accelerated rate. I could have cared less though, as he ducked down to take one nipple into his mouth. It was all I needed to crash over the edge a second time, pulling Steve over with me. He grunted, thrusting harder for the intensity of his own orgasm.
"I love you," he panted, looking into my eyes. I saw the tears gathering in my eyes before I felt them. He leaned down to kiss me slowly, before I whispered, "I love you too."
We lay in each other's arms, not bothering to unsheathe Steve from my body. He seemed to notice the intimacy of just laying here like this, and I didn't mind at all.
"I need to shower," I huffed, realizing he would have to remove himself from me. He smirked, rolling us over, and standing up while holding me in his arms. Giggling, I kissed his temple as he walked us to the bathroom, and turned on the shower.
"I don't want to part myself from you quite yet," he said, growing hard again, inside of me. I gasped at the feeling, and knew this is where it would get dirty.
"Harder," I gasped, as he put me against the wall, and slammed into me.
"Hard and deep," he agreed, thrusting again. As the water poured over our bodies and his thrusts got harder, I had to keep from screaming out at the pleasure.
"No one can hear you. Scream for me," He said commandingly, panting as the steam built up.
"I'm yours," I moaned.
"Mine," he said softly, before pounding into me mercilessly. Moans, and screams of pleasure mingled in the air, and Steve's finger's played with my sensitive nub.
"That's it," He panted as my moans got higher pitched. And before I knew it, my orgasm had snuck up on me, rendering me breathless, as Steve continued to pound into me, into his own. I let my head fall back against the shower wall, and I felt as Steve lifted me off of him. He continued to hold me, as my legs had become rubber, and I was incapable of holding myself up.
"God, what did I ever do to deserve you?" I sighed, before leaning up to kiss him.
"Just being you," He responded gently, moving to help me lean against the wall. Grabbing the shampoo I used, he lathered up my hair lovingly.
"I love you Steve," I said, feeling the tears start to fall. He heard the emotion in my voice as he rinsed my hair, and I looked up to see him smiling at me.
"I love you to Mia," He said, kissing my temple, before starting to condition my hair.
"Athena looks upset. Shall we let her in?" I joked, as we saw the puppy standing at the glass door, looking sad.
"The bath is one thing, but the shower?" He laughed, as I moved to the rock ledge that served as a seat. I started to shave my legs and Steve started washing himself.
"I want a baby," I said, as I got out. He looked up, shocked at the turn of the conversation.
"Not for another year or two. I just thought you should know in advance, and not completely freak out."
"I always wanted a family. I thought I wouldn't get that life. A wife," he said, gathering me in his arms, "Kids, a nice house in a good neighborhood. Growing old with her, grandchildren."
"I just mentioned children," I laughed, "I'm not old enough to be a grandma."
"I'm old enough to be a grandfather," he countered.
"You won't actually be though, not for another 30-40 years," I hoped.
"Will you be looking to get married?" He asked hopefully. I looked into his eyes smiling.
"I'm not Tony. I don't want to wait, when I know I've found the one I want to spend the rest of my life with." I said, leaning up to rest my forehead to his. He picked me up and swung me around.
"That's all I need to know Doll," He said, before kissing me sweetly.
"Plan on asking Tony for my hand?" I cheeked.
"For me to know and you to find out," he chuckled, before picking me up and carrying me to bed. We didn't bother with clothes, as we knew the next morning would bring another round before I left for the day and he went for his run with Bucky. We lay quietly, listening to our breathing, and hoping that nothing would upset the peace in our lives.
Like always, nothing went as planned.