A/N: To my dedicated and patient readers, I am so sorry I've been away from this one. I'm attempting to come up with a few chapters of certain fanfics. This will be followed by another chapter within the next two weeks. I'm sorry if that is too long, I'm just going through writer's block for my other 2 stories. My Priority is The Siren's Call, but I will do my best to keep these ones up.
Mia's green dress is on my tumblr profile, "Where The Wild Things Are" under username: beautifulendings21.
Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel, Disney or the Avengers. Just Mia.
After the musical break and the three-course meal was served, Steve took me out on the dance floor for a while. He was talking about where he wanted to take me on our honeymoon, and I told him about my talk with the lawyers and the bank for a free clinic. Tony and Pepper were really excited about it, as they wanted a few more philanthropic investment ideas. It started Tony on a tangent to put a free clinic in more third world countries and that was the end of that conversation because he left the room and went to work without even saying goodbye.
But Steve was talking about a baby, and how much he was looking forward to trying.
I was excited too, but I couldn't think about that right now. I had a hospital to run and now a foundation to help set up, clinics to set up, and I was still quite scared of having a baby, only to have a miscarriage. I know this time, I wouldn't be by myself, nor would I be beaten by that baby's Daddy. But I wanted to first get the wedding planning and stress out of the way, and focus on Dr. Fisher's last days. And then I could start to plan for a baby.
As the evening drew to a close, Steve offered Dr. Fisher a ride home, while Gwen and I stayed to help count the donations and cheques.
After a whooping two million and eighty five thousand dollars had been counted, as the treasurer of the foundation, I was entrusted to take it to the bank tomorrow to deposit. As the clean up crew did their thing, Caroline came up to me and slipped me the bill for her services. It would be on me as this had mainly been my idea, so I wrote her a cheque quickly and thanked her. I travelled up in the elevator to my floor, I realized how much my feet hurt. Taking off my heels as the elevator stopped, I called out, "Athena!"
A large mass of golden fur came barreling at me from over the couch. Bucky's head snapped up and laughed as she tripped on her way to me.
"My poor baby," I chuckled as she came to sit at my feet.
"How was she?" I asked, scratching behind her ear.
"Good. We watched the baseball game and she stole my pizza," He joked, getting up from the couch to come and talk to me.
"You look like a million bucks in that dress," He commented, and I smiled saying, "Thank you. Now, for your payment for dog sitting."
"Payment was her snuggles. She'd make a great therapy dog," He smiled as I moved to the fridge. Grabbing two non-descript boxes from the fridge and handing it to him, "As promised, a Mrs. Maxwell's Banana Cream pie, and Butter Cream Vanilla Custard cake."
"And Steve doesn't know?" He smirked deviously.
"No," I chuckled, "And he won't if you finish them tonight like I think you are."
"Thanks Doll," he said, leaning forward to kiss my cheek. I heard the elevator opening as his lips landed on my skin and I chuckled. He dashed off pretty fast when he realized that Steve was giving him the stink eye as he walked towards us.
"Steve, make sure she knows how gorgeous she looks in that dress. I don't think she believes me. Gotta go see Darcy," Bucky said, hurrying into the elevator as the doors started closing.
"I will, jerk," He smirked, before turning back to me. I was holding my heels by their straps, smiling at him coyly.
"Miss Stark," He said, stalking towards me. I bit my lip as I took in his rumpled tux, with the bowtie hanging loosely around his neck, and the top buttons on his shirt undone, showing the beginning of his delicious chest.
"Captain Rogers," I breathed as he kept moving towards me, a predatory gleam in his eye. I backed against the couch, as he kept walking towards me. As he reached me, his fingers ghosted against the back of my hand, before reaching for the side table. I watched him grab the remote for our stereo, pressing play. I shivered in anticipation as the first notes poured from the speakers.
"Jarvis, privacy mode," He said clearly, before offering me a hand. I gently placed my fingers in his waiting palm, and he sweetly led me to our room. The music followed, and the lyrics entranced me as Steve's thumb caressed the back of my hand. As he stopped me in front of the bed, I watched as he snapped his fingers and Athena went directly to her bed. I was impressed but was cut off from saying anything as his fingertips gently caressed up my arms to my neck.
His fingers were nimble to undo the skin tone clasp at the top of the dress, before unzipping the rest of the lace dress, and easing my arms out of the thin sleeves. As it pooled at my feet, I looked up at him through my lashes. His eyes were hooded with lust, but his resolve was clear. I didn't speak, as if any sound would break this spell between us. He was quick to de-vest himself of his jacket, shucking his pants off quickly and stepping out of them. I stepped forward to reach for his shirt, and he shuddered as I worked the buttons at his chest.
As soon as his chest was bare, I began placing kisses along his collarbone. He sighed loudly, pulling me towards the bed.
He pushed me to sit on the edge, trailing his nose from my shoulder to my neck, breathing me in deeply. My head fell to the side, feeling dizzy from the onslaught of lust I was feeling.
He moved away to start pulling on the edges of my panties, easing them down my thighs and off my legs. He gently laid me down in the center of the bed, before shucking his boxers and socks. I shuddered as I felt his lust filled gaze roam over my body. He crawled towards me as the song changed.
You've got a hold of me
Don't even know your power
I stand a hundred feet
But I fall when I'm around ya
Show me an open door
His lips dropped to my shoulder, lavishing me in open mouth kisses, humming deep in his throat as he moved down to my breasts. I moaned, arching up into his mouth, drowning in the sensations he was creating in me.
Then you go and slam it on me
I can't take anymore
I'm saying baby
Please have mercy on me
Take it easy on my heart
Even though you don't mean to hurt me
You keep tearing me apart
Would you please have mercy, mercy on my heart
Would you please have mercy, mercy on my heart
I barely registered the movement of my legs, being spread for him, until I felt him test the waters gently with his tongue. I moaned and he took my encouragement to lavish my lower lips and suck on my clit. I tangled my fingers in his hair softly, making sure he stayed where he was.
I'd drive through the night
Just to be near you baby
Heart open, testify
Tell me that I'm not crazy
He came up for air, kissing up my body, back to capture my lips as he gently entered me.
I'm not asking for a lot
Just that you're honest with me
My pride is all I got
I'm saying baby
Please have mercy on me
Take it easy on my heart
Even though you don't mean to hurt me
You keep tearing me apart
Would you please have mercy on me
I'm a puppet on your strings
And even though you got good intentions
I need you to set me free
Would you please have mercy, mercy on my heart
Would you please have mercy, mercy on my heart
I let out every moan, sigh and keen that his movements stirred in me, spurring him to thrust deeper. I felt the shudder of his breath as I dragged my nails lightly down his back.
Consuming all the air inside my lungs
Ripping all the skin from off my bones
I'm prepared to sacrifice my life
I would gladly do it twice
Consuming all the air inside my lungs
Ripping all the skin from off my bones
I'm prepared to sacrifice my life
I would gladly do it twice
"Steve," I whispered, breath hitching as I felt him pick up his pace. It only spurred him on further, pushing me and him to the edge.
Oh, please have mercy on me
Take it easy on my heart
Even though you don't mean to hurt me
You keep tearing me apart
Would you please have mercy on me
I'm a puppet on your string
And even though you got good intentions
I need you to set me free
I'm begging you for mercy, mercy (on my heart)
I'm begging you, begging you please baby
I'm begging you for mercy, mercy (on my heart)
Oh, I'm begging you, I'm begging you, yeah
I came first, shuddering beneath him, holding on for dear life. The waves crashing over me were addicting and consuming. As I felt my high start to dissipate, I felt Steve's last thrust, face twisted in pleasure as he spilled inside of me. He brought his forehead to rest against mine, both of us catching our breath. As soon as the world stopped spinning, I chuckled, feeling the exhaustion of the days events working through my energy.
"Have I told you today, that I love you?" He smiled, before ducking to kiss me sweetly.
"Once or twice," I teased, against his lips.
"We are getting married in 2 weeks," He sighed happily, as he slowly pulled out of me. I hissed in pleasure, and at the loss of him, "I've thought about taking your last name for everything other than my job. How does that sound?"
"Sounds perfect Doll. I do love you, and you really looked like a million bucks tonight." He whispered, ghosting kisses over my collarbone.
"Funny. That's what Bucky said too," I teased. He smiled disappeared before saying, "I really am starting to wonder about him…"
"He's harmless. He has Darcy, and I think of him like a brother. And besides, it's you that I love and adore," I said, kissing him softly. He seemed to let it go, only to carry me to the shower and then back to bed. After all, I had two surgeries the next morning, so another round wasn't in the cards.
A/N: Mrs. Maxwell's Bakery is an actual place in Brooklyn. Been open since 1928!
Song used in this chapter was Mercy by Shawn Mendes - Acoustic version