Yes, um hello. This is porn. But also plot. Character junk too. But mostly porn. Sorry!
Steve wanted to laugh giddily for the first time since watching Bucky attempt to woo a girl by singing to her. This, however, was a whole different lightness that made the bubble of excitement expand and make him breathless. Even though this was entirely reckless, he couldn't find it in himself to regret it. Not when all he ever wanted, and thought he couldn't have, was clinging to his back as he sped through the night towards the safe house he had built especially for him.
Not even Stark knew where this little piece of comfort was. Only Natasha, with her expertise in all things secretive, knew and she was very clearly not going to show up for a surprise visit. Not after her stunning display of… friendliness, when she had been introduced to Darcy. But then again, Steve didn't think many people met his girl and didn't feel connected somehow.
She had that way about her.
But it was this connection, the prying eyes and ridiculous interruptions that seemed to never end that drove him to impulse. All he wanted was a single day with this amazing woman. One 24 hour time frame to simply be in her presence. So that was why he was flying past all the cautious voices and thick walls he had built around his head and heart as he drove on through the night to the only place he had in this world where he didn't have to be anyone else but Steve.
And the idea of sharing it with her did not scare him. It did not cause the unease or edgy knot he usually got when he would tell the others he was heading "out" for a few days. No, the thought of sharing it with her was exciting and brought about a different kind of knot to pull at his stomach.
One he couldn't, or wouldn't, readily identify.
The night smelled raw and dark, with the city air far behind them. Now that his adrenaline was wearing off he began to appreciate the world around him, including the smiling Dame nestled into his back. His rear view mirror gleamed with the sparse light and he knew in a few miles there would be no light besides that of the moon so while he had some, he was going to enjoy taking peaks at her face and the pale glow of her skin.
The soft curve of those lips that had snagged him with a few simple words. The blush that graced her cheeks had been the same as the one from that very first meeting with the coffee pot. And the spark in those dark blue eyes? Yea, that was the one that kept him awake and hungry. The very thing to light the fire inside his chest he had thought died a long time ago.
He grinned to himself. Reckless. Well, he was starting to feel more like himself after all.
It hadn't been a long drive. Just enough for the need to dull, if only a little. He'd pulled through the densest forestry this side of New York on a path that was wide enough for only his bike. The turns and twists were purposeful and carefully misleading but the safety was necessary, especially with his cargo.
Darcy was smiling, though he could feel her arms tighten around his waist as they pulled up to a large wrought iron gate. From the outside, it looked like more forest but once he tapped in a code and ran a voice check, the gates opened and he sped forward once more. This time his destination was much closer.
A small cabin, old looking with large logs and stone work, could be seen through the overhanging branches of the ancient trees. He smiled, remembering picking this very spot. Now he was going to share it, if only for a short time with Darcy.
Her hands once again flexed on his stomach, bringing his attention back to the reason he'd swept her up and out of the Towers. The need that he'd felt then grew now, but he pushed it down. He was going to do this right, damn it.
"A cabin?" She grinned broadly as her helped her from the bike, hands sliding down her arm to grasp her shaking hand.
She was as nervous as him and the thought calmed him a bit.
"It's no palace but it's a little bit more private." He chuckled, grabbing their bags with his free hand, not letting go of hers. She didn't seem to notice or care.
"I saw this terrible movie, it was great though, about a cabin in the woods, and there were monsters and junk but it was actually being run by dudes." She was rambling. He could feel her need to fill the air with something other than the silence. God, did he know that feeling well.
"I think Tony made me watch it. It really was awful, though the things you can do with special effects are pretty great." He put in, fiddling with the keys. He had a special one attached to his Motorcycle key. The only thing that could open that door.
Right now his fingers felt as fat as sausages as he tried to pull the right one away from the others. He probably looked like an idiot seeing as Darcy was biting her lip to keep from laughing.
The damn key scanned and the door popped open. He watched her face as the lights flared to life and the music start. He'd programmed everything with the help of Nat, and the little cabin came alive with the things that were just for his comfort.
The knot in his stomach began to grow as she waited, her face unreadable.
"This is your place?" She whispered softly, the gentle autumn wind nearly carrying the sound away. He nodded to her, knowing that even with her eyes still on the interior of his safe house, she'd see the gesture.
"I'm probably totally stupid but I feel crazy honored right now." She finally grinned, her face glowed a bright pink. He let out the breath he'd held and tossed the bags into the entryway.
Screw the "right" way.
He turned and in one movement scooped her up, cradling her stunned body against his chest.
"I'm the one who feels honored." He replied, cutting off her witty comeback with a searing kiss. One he'd been holding back since they fled the Towers. With her mouth still roaming his, he walked them both over the threshold, a symbol that might have been lost to her but meant so much to him.
But he had no time to think on it as her fingers wove through his hair, pulling his face even closer. Her body arched and he let her slide down his front, earning a deep moan from her.
Darcy was silk, she was fire, and heaven above, she was spice. He had wanted to take things slow for her, but he should have known.
"Mine." She growled against his throat and if he wasn't hard before (yea right), there was no doubt now. The possessive word, torn from her cherry red lips, lit his body on fire. She was right. He was hers. Lost to everything this woman did, said, and was.
Still shaking hands worked down the row of neat buttons that lined the front of his shirt as his own fingers kneaded the muscles in her lower back under her heavy coat. Steve was letting her take the lead, control the situation as she saw fit as his Darcy had a record of not dragging anything out.
Turns out he was painfully and wonderfully wrong.
Her kisses slowed as she spread his shirt. Her lust darkened eyes narrowed when she saw his white undershirt and he couldn't help but grin cheekily. Of course she didn't like that either, as she stepped back and let the slow and dangerous cat-like grin spread her face.
He wanted to reach out to her but the look in her eyes made him pause. She was entering the role he hadn't known they'd set but couldn't say he was upset about. So he straightened his spine and let her eyes roam his body in silence.
Darcy, the temptress, tilted her head in contemplation and managed a small blush before throwing her hair up into a hasty bun.
"Ok, Steven," She paused, watching with clear glee at his intake of breath. He might have a "thing" for girls with authority. Seems like she figured that out.
"Strip." She demanded in a husky whisper.
Steve was a man who had seen and done many things. He'd faced aliens and man-made demons with red faces. But here, in his safe house, he was facing the only thing in the entire world he was truly afraid of. He was giving up his control if only for the night. She knew it. He knew it. And may God help him, he wanted it.
So as a good soldier does, he began to follow orders. Slowly, straight faced, watching as her eyes shifted from mischief to pure hunger. And he could see that it wasn't just physical. No, not with Darcy. She watched his hands take off each article of clothing but her face was open, honest. She wanted to watch him peel the layers he'd had put there. To see what was underneath it all.
He would gladly shed it all for an instant of the look that washed over her. Black hair up and messy, faced flushed, and passion lining every breath she took.
Finally he stood naked as a baby before her, hands splayed slightly. He wanted to smile, to laugh, or to simply pounce but he waited.
And if it wasn't torture enough to watch her face, Darcy Lewis sighed happily and began to remove her own clothes. His hand twitched, wanting to help but he stilled as her eyebrow rose in a stern arch.
Finally, after what was probably ten torturous hours, she stood naked except for her strikingly black pumps. A guttural growl tore through him at the sight and he very nearly broke form. But she was there, her hands the only thing touching him as she brought his face down to hers. He wanted more, so much more, but she kept her body away and he was helpless.
"Close your eyes." Her hot breath filled the hollow of his ear and the heat sank its claws into his stomach. Again, he did as she asked, even as his hands clenched nothing but air.
Now he could only feel and hear. The music that had started when he'd opened the door continued, ignored but there. Her breath and soft kisses leaving a trail down his chest as the woman worked her way across.
He wanted to curse when she took one hard nipple into the silky heat of her mouth, but bit his tongue to stop the sound, though he felt her smile. It wasn't until she began to kiss lower that he realized where was heading, and only had an instant to sputter before her hands gripped his hips and the sensations snapped his mouth closed.
Darcy ran her tongue down his length, earning a curse from him. Truly, he had tried to hold it back, but then her lips were teasing him, just at his tip. The skin was pulled tight over his shaft as she licked once more, moaning when he jerked against the heat.
His face, if she looked, would most likely be red. No woman had done this to him and he felt the embarrassment almost as strongly as he felt the hunger for more. She must have known, because her thumbs were rubbing reassuring circles on his hip bones, bringing his mind back to the feels and sounds.
Heat, wet and fierce, enveloped him, sliding down nearly to his base. He coughed, taken by surprise by the lust that clawed through his core, but she moaned and continued to slide her mouth back. Once more she delved back, taking him so deep he began to see spots behind his eyelids.
There was a little pop as she set him free, though he wasn't at all ok with that.
"Open your eyes." She demanded huskily. Her voice was deep and far too sensual for her own good. Steve did so immediately but nearly regretted it. The sight of her, kneeling before him, heals and hair, and swollen lips making her the purest sight of erotic lust he'd ever seen made him break form for an instant to run his thumb across the lower lip that had moments ago had caused him so much pleasure. Her black framed glasses rested up on her head but he knew she watched him like a hawk as she took his digit into her mouth and sucked.
"Ah Fuck, Darcy." He cursed through clenched teeth as she giggled, releasing the finger. She gave him no time, no warning before replacing it with his shaft. He watched in pain and wonder as her face moved up and down, slower and then faster. He couldn't take his eyes off if he tried.
She wanted him to come undone, shed all the barriers that made him the idol. She wanted to see the man.
May God forgive him, but he was going to oblige her. The muscles in his stomach began to knot, a familiar sensation building in his gut. His body began to move against his will, leaning into her timed movements, making her moans mix with his.
He was calling out her name, warning her. God, he was so close. The sight of her, the wet heat sliding down him, hands on his hips pushing him further into her silky mouth, all of it made him lose control. His orgasm ripped through him, claiming his sanity as he came, using her name as both a curse and a prayer.
And when he could see again, the buzzing in his ears finally dimming, he witnessed such pride and lust on her face, unlike anything he'd ever seen, even as she licked what was surely his seamen from off her swollen lips.
"Jesus Darcy." He couched, flexing the fingers that had become balled fists.
"I know, right?" She ginned.
So, reviews? idk. I suck at smut but you know, I kinda wanted this scene so bad. Sorry! There sill be very interesting developments in the upcoming chapters so stick around.
-Moonandwinter