AN: Hey all, sorry that its been so long since I updated. Traveling back to the states and holiday craziness meant I didn't have a ton of time for writing. However, I'm now feeling a bit more on track with it and I'm back at school where I'll actually have more free time to write on a regular basis, so we'll be back on that weekly schedule. Thanks for hanging in there, your reviews mean so much to me!
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Steve 3rd Person POV:
Steve sat up in bed, still wide awake. Charlotte had curled into him in her sleep, passing out after their third bout of lovemaking that night. Her body was soft and warm against him, and he curled an arm around her stroking her hair softly behind her ear. She sighed and cuddled closer. She was perfect. He had thought so before hand, but now he knew for sure. All soft curves and warm skin, she smelled faintly of cherry blossoms, her dark hair smooth and soft on his shoulder. The image of her riding him flashed in his mind, and he could feel himself get hard again, another perk of the serum, he was sure. He felt smug and proud, counting in his head the amount of times she had called out his name that night. Though to be honest, he'd said hers a number of times as well. She had been so responsive, so caring and God, she could move. He'd never known that hips could move that way.
He continued stroking her hair, the dark strands tickling the hair on his chest. She shifted onto her back restlessly, tossing an arm above her head, exposing one beautifully shaped breast. Her hair fanned out again, her lips parted in sleep, her face peaceful. He smiled slowly, wanting her all over again. He thought that finally satisfying his need for her would make things easier, but he just wanted her more if that was even possible. He sighed, realization washing over him.
He was in love with her. Four days in and he was in love with her. Expecting to feel panic, he was surprised to feel instead an unshakable sense of contentment. He shook his head, slipping down into the bed, resting his head on his hand, watching her. He had always known that it would be fast for him, that falling in love would happen all at once, like it had with Peggy. But even then, Peggy wasn't even comparable to this. It was like she was a permanent piece of his soul already, his heart taking her in as if she had just opened the door and stepped in. He had fallen and he had fallen hard. He couldn't help but smile though, her pink lips parted ever so slightly, watching the rise and fall of her chest. She was everything he had ever wanted in a woman and more. Funny, stubborn, beautiful and way smarter than him. He shook his head, reaching out to trace a finger under the curve of her breast, goosebumps developing on her skin, her nipple growing small and hard in response. He smiled smugly and laid back on the bed, pillowing his hands underneath his head. He was a goner alright. All that was left now was to convince her that she was as head over heels in love with him as he was with her. He smirked, closing his eyes and finally succumbing to sleep.
Mission accepted.
Charlotte POV:
As my eyes fluttered open, I found myself face to face with an expanse of smooth, warm, slightly tanned skin. My brows furrowed in confusion, my eyes following a trail of short, soft, dark blonde hair leading down and branching out until it disappeared below the sheet. I reached up, slipping a finger underneath the sheet and lifting it hesitantly, only to immediately let it fall, shooting up in bed. Hesitantly I sneaked a glance back over my shoulder to see Steve laying there, fast asleep, one muscular arm behind his head, the other at his side, his face calm and slightly amused. I turned back and couldn't help but grin, the events of the night before playing over in my head. I had slept with Captain America. With Steve. And it had been amazing.
I did a double take and barely suppressed the urge to do a happy dance in bed. Instead I stretched slowly, feeling that exquisite soreness between my legs, on my breasts and at my hips. His hands had been everywhere last night, and he had been a very fast learner, completely and totally dedicated to how I felt. I sighed smugly, feeling like a cat with a bellyful of cream as I eased my way out of bed, trying not to wake Steve. Searching for something to cover up with, I grabbed the shirt that Steve had been wearing the night before, finally giving into the urge to happy dance when it buttoned easily over some of my more prodigious assets. It had been a minor fantasy of mine to wear a man's shirt after a night of mind blowing sex, but I had yet to be with a man who: a) actually gave me a night of mind blowing sex, and b) wore shirts big enough to button over my ass and breasts without gaping at least a little. I wriggled comfortably, rolling up the way too long sleeves and padding lazily into the kitchen. My eyes focused on the state of the art coffee maker sitting on the counter and I smirked.
"Scary italian coffee maker. I shall make thee my bitch," I muttered, eyeing up the machine and the instructions engraved on the side, written in elegantly cursive italian of course. I reached below, searching for coffee and filters, rummaging around loudly enough that I didn't hear the low hum of the elevator doors opening. I did however, hear the unmistakable sound of Tony Stark's voice booming through the apartment.
"Yo! Cap!" I straightened up in surprise, narrowly missing hitting my head on the counter.
"Ha, not this time," I whispered vindictively, shutting my mouth quickly and praying that Stark hadn't heard me.
"Capsicle! Sleeping Beauty, lets go! We've got a status meeting in a half an hour and I wanna show you a new toy." Tony paused in the middle of the living room.
"The hell Spangles? Aren't you usually up at the asscrack of dawn? Your bald eagle alarm clock stop working?" I groaned quietly, knowing that if Stark woke Steve up with me there, Steve might just kill Tony. I stood up slowly, hesitantly.
"He sleeping Stark." I said quietly. Tony jumped and looked over at me, scanning me up and down for a long moment before breaking into a large, wide, shit-eating grin.
"Oh, I see. Tired him out huh?" I grimaced, but stood strong. The only thing Tony would respond to was someone who wasn't afraid of him. And as much as my knees were shaking underneath the cover of the counter, Tony didn't need to know that.
"I guess so. Now I'll make sure to tell him that you were here, but for now, you should probably leave." I told him, coming out from behind the counter and motioning for him to leave.
"Oh no, no, no. I need to congratulate the good captain on finally losing that V-card." he wiped a mock tear from his eye, placing a hand on his chest, "They grow up so fast."
"Tony," I muttered warningly.
"Oo, the temperature in here just dropped five degrees. What happened to you ice princess? Wasn't a good experience?" he mocked. I blushed all the way to my ears, and marched over to him, not caring if I was only wearing Steve's shirt.
"Now listen here wiseass," I jammed a finger into the center of his chest, momentarily registering the hard metal my finger had come in contact with instead of flesh, "That man in the other room has been nothing but nice to you. He does not deserve to be teased or ridiculed over any of this. Especially with references he doesn't understand. You may own this tower, but that does not give you permission to march all over everyone else's lives. You hear me?" Tony's eyebrow arched aristocratically, smirking approvingly.
"Pipe down there half-pint. I only tease the captain because he can take it. And its part of my charm, ask anyone. In fact, come to the Stark Christmas party in a few weeks and see for yourself." He pulled out a black envelope with "Captain Steven Rogers" printed on the front in gold cursive. "That's half of the reason I came down here this morning, to deliver this. And now I can formally invite you too." He smiled, handing me the envelope and taking a step back, working his way back to the elevator. "Now he's got a meeting in a half an hour, and considering the fact that he usually runs these things, you might want to hold off on defiling a national treasure again this morning," he finished, the doors to the elevator closing. I stood, sputtering for a few seconds before I heard the bedroom door open. A rumpled, shirtless Steve stood in the doorway, sleep still in his eyes and a pair of jeans pulled on haphazardly, the top button left undone. I swallowed thickly. Damn he was attractive.
"Charlotte? Who was that?" he asked. I jumped a bit, pulling the envelope out from behind my back.
"Oh that was just," I debated lying to him, but figured he probably wouldn't appreciate that as much as knowing that Tony had seen me in my current state would piss him off. Truth, honor and all that. "that was Tony," I finished. Steve suddenly looked a whole lot more awake.
"What? Tony was here? And he saw you like-" I watched his jaw lock and twitch and came over to him, holding his arms.
"Its fine Steve. Obviously not ideal, but its fine. He wasn't even that much of an asshole about it." Steve looked down at me skeptically, "Okay, he was still kind of an asshole, but its Tony, what do you expect? And its fine, I promise."
"I just can't believe that he would come in like that. He's overrode my security protocols before, but only during emergencies. I'll have to ask Natasha about how she keeps him out," He muttered. "Are you sure you're okay?" I rolled my eyes.
"Of course I'm okay. Now, coffee?" I asked, walking over to the machine.
"If you can figure out that machine, sure. What did Stark want?" he asked, taking a seat at the counter.
"Oh, he wanted to drop off that envelope. Its for the Stark Christmas party. He also kind of invited me to it." I said the last part quietly, unsure as to whether he would want me to come to such a formal event. Steve looked up from the envelope, puzzled.
"Really? Are you going to come?" he asked, softly.
"Well, maybe. If you don't mind," I responded, equally hesitant.
"Of course not. I was going to invite you anyway. I don't want to go to this thing alone," he smiled and I grinned back, immediately relieved that things were still easy between us after everything that had happened last night.
"Good. When is it?" I asked, turning back to the coffee maker, that I had successfully persuaded into brewing two cups of strong black coffee.
"I don't know, it looks like-." I turned back to find the counter covered in gold glitter, some of it falling onto Steve's lap and couldn't help but giggle. Giggles turned into belly laughs, and before I knew it I was doubled over, struggling for breath. The picture of Blue Eyes looking down at the rain of gold glitter all over his hands and lap, some making its way to his face in the mysterious way that glitter traveled, was too much to handle. I recovered, grabbing the two cups of coffee and setting them down outside of the glitter perimeter. Steve was less than pleased. I wiped away a tear and sighed.
"Oh calm down Blue Eyes, its just glitter. Do you have a vacuum around here somewhere?" Steve nodded slowly and motioned towards the closet next to the kitchen, inadvertently showering himself with more glitter. I got out the vacuum and cleaned up the mess, breaking down into giggles every once in a while. Once he was cleaned up, we moved to the table, and drank our coffee, looking over the invitation carefully. As with anything Tony Stark did, the invite was elegant, beautifully crafted and a little over the top. The party was two weeks from today and was apparently going to be a big deal. The event was also black tie required, which meant I needed to find some sort of formal dress. I groaned internally, knowing that the last formal gown I had worn had been to my senior prom and there was no way I was pulling that thing out of storage.
"You don't have to go you know. We can do something else that night," Steve said, and I looked up, realizing that my emotions must have been clear on my face.
"No, its fine. And these are your friends. If we're gonna continue this thing, it would be nice to meet the people you work with. Even if they are superheroes."
"They're great people, I promise. Well, except for Tony, but you knew that already. They're going to love you." Steve squeezed my hand reassuringly and I rose, collecting our already empty coffee cups and placing them in the sink. Steve came up behind me, his hands resting on my hips, lips working their way down my neck. I shivered and turned around, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"As much as I would like to continue this, I have a shift to get to. And you apparently have a status meeting?" I reminded him. Steve's brow furrowed in confusion before he looked over my head in panic.
"Shoot! It's almost ten," he muttered, "I had no idea how late it was."
"What time are you usually up?" I asked hesitantly as I followed him back into the bedroom.
"Six am on the dot. Every morning. I usually go for a run, have breakfast, work on paperwork and then head in for work," he said, buttoning his jeans and pulling on a dark blue t-shirt.
"Damn. Six am. Well, considering the amount of sleep we got last night, I guess you shouldn't be surprised that you slept in a bit." I winked at him mischievously, pulling on my bra and dress.
"Don't look at me like that, or I'm going to be a hell of a lot later to this meeting than I already am." he warned, his eyes fierce and still full of lust. I grinned and shrugged, turning away to grab the rest of my things.
"What do you even do at work anyway?" I asked. Steve paused in his movements and looked hesitant. I held up my hands.
"Top secret national security stuff. Right. Sorry. You don't have to tell me anything," I replied, walking out into the living room.
"I wish I could, I really do, but it's not exactly stuff I can share." I smiled at him.
"Boy scout, I understand completely. No need to feel bad. In fact, I really don't want to know," I shrugged on my coat and stuffed my hose and garter belt into my bag. Steve came over to me, holding my hands in his.
"Let me take you home at least. I feel bad leaving you like this after last night," he murmured, touching his forehead to mine.
"Hey, its fine. I've got a shift anyway, and I can get home on my own. Don't worry about me," I smiled up at him. His hands cradled my face, and his gaze became more intense.
"When can I see you next?" he asked fiercely. I swallowed hard at the intensity in his voice.
"Soon, I promise. I've got a shift and stuff tonight but tomorrow? You could come to my place and we could order take out?" I suggested. He smiled and kissed me sweetly.
"Perfect. Here's my number." he recited as I programmed it into my phone. "Text me if you need anything. Anything at all, okay?" he said.
"I will, I promise," I responded, making my way towards the elevator.
"Charlotte!" he called out. I turned and watched him stick his hands in his pockets sheepishly. "Thank you. For last night. For everything," he looked up at me shyly and I smiled.
"No Steve, thank you. I'll see you tomorrow." I murmured as the elevator doors closed. I bit my lip and smiled.
"JARVIS. Ground floor please."
"Right away Miss."
AN: Hope that satisfied anyone's need for a sweet/funny morning after. I'll see you all next week! Review!