AN: As promised, your second update this week. Lots of cute funny fluff in this chapter, and quite the lemon (you'll see). A link to the song mentioned is below. Take a listen and watch White Christmas, its an excellent film!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, nothing but the picture of Steve Rogers cooking bacon looking all rumpled and sleepy. Which I am more than happy to keep for myself, but am glad to share with you all.
I woke up the next morning, bleary eyed and lazy. Stretching out in my bed, the first thing I noticed was the distinct absence of one all-american super soldier. I looked next to me, surprised to find the other side of the bed cool and empty. Frowning I sat up, groaning slightly as I did a full body inventory and found a large bruise blooming on my hip. I rubbed at it softly, blushing and grinning when I remembered how I got it.
Flashback
"You've never seen White Christmas?" I exclaimed, sitting up on the couch. Steve smiled and continued rubbing my calves absently.
"No Charlotte, I haven't. It came out in '54 remember?"
"That's right. Oh, you'd love it. Christmas music, snow, military references, Bing Crosby. We'll have to watch it in the next few weeks. Its the perfect Christmas movie!" I finished, humming the tune to "The Old Man" under my breath. Steve's head shot up.
"I know that tune! Tony hums it whenever I start a status meeting," he said and I just about lost it, breaking down into a fit of giggles. Steve looked at me, puzzled.
"What? What's so funny? Charlotte?" he asked, a contagious grin beginning to form on his face. "Tell me or I'll force it out of you!" he threatened. I leaned back, laying on the couch and clutching my sides in laughter.
"You'll just have to wait until we watch the movie," I managed.
"What if I want to know now?" he asked faux-menacingly, putting my feet to the side and crawling up my body, fingers dancing over my ribcage. My eyes grew wide with realization.
"Don't you dare Blue Eyes. I'm sneakier than I look," I murmured.
"We have ways of making you talk," he answered in what had to be the worst Russian accent I had ever heard in my life. I barely got out a chuckle at the accent, before he began tickling me ruthlessly.
"No, Steve, stop!" I gasped, trying and failing to shift away from his grasp. He was merciless and as I writhed beneath him, I had no idea how close I was to the edge of the couch until it was no longer underneath me. I landed with a thump on my side, pain blooming on my hip. Steve looked down in shock as I lay on the floor, gulping in some much needed air. I winced and Steve was at my side in a second.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"I just fell on my hip kind of hard, that's all," I winced again, weighing my options and deciding to use this to my advantage. I hissed in a breath, holding my side.
"Oh God, Charlotte, I'm so sorry. I didn't think that I was playing that rough. Here, let me see." he crouched down, looking at my side clsoely, fully unaware of my fingers creeping up his uninjured side before digging in. Steve made a noise that could only be considered a yelp and sat back abruptly, but I followed quickly, tackling him and tickling without mercy. I'd give him points though, he reacted quickly and retaliated even faster, flipping me over and pinning me. I saw and felt his eyes change, the laughter and mirth draining out, replaced by lust, before his lips came crashing down to mine. The kiss went hot and messy quickly, hands grasping tighter at my hips, lips moving faster. I wormed a hand in between us to grasp him over his pants, grinning when he leaned back and gasped.
"Jesus Charlotte," he breathed.
" I warned you. I'm sneaky," I smirked. His hips pressed reflexlively against my hand and his mouth began assaulting my neck, biting his way to the collar of my ratty v-neck, pulling it slightly to expose more of my skin. I wiggled beneath him, working my hand underneath his pants to wrap my fingers around his length, making him twitch in shock, the gentle tug on my shirt becoming a pull hard enough to rip the shirt in two. I gasped and Steve pulled back, shock and shame washing over his features.
"Oh God, Charlotte, I'm so-" I cut him off immediately, pulling his face down to mine with my free hand, heat blooming up my chest to my face. Steve let me kiss him, but still seemed puzzled, pulling back to look at me closely, eyes confused and struggling to see through the cloud of lust and find his control again.
"Charlotte, I just ripped your shirt in half. I shouldn't have done that, I'm sor-" he started , but I shook my head quickly.
"Don't you dare apologize to me Boy Scout, that was incredible. Come back here," I pulled his face down again and Steve paused, obviously shocked, before finding his confidence again, returning my less than mild passions just as eagerly. He worked his way up my torso, finding purchase underneath my bra, kneading and stroking with calloused hands. I moaned aloud, his other hand working its way underneath the waistband of my pajama pants. One long finger teased me lightly and I couldn't help but writhe, my mind clouding over with pleasure. He was getting ridiculously good at this and I needed him inside of me now. As if reading my mind, he pulled down my pants and underwear on one swift movement and I hissed out a breath as my bare ass hit cold wood floor.
"Jesus Steve," I gasped out as he slid his finger inside of me, leaving me breathless. I whimpered, fumbling with the button of his jeans and pulling them down his hips.
"But, I don't have anything," Steve hesitated, his hand clenching and unclenching on my hips, barely holding on to his control.
"Its fine, I'm on the pill, we don't need it," I returned,"I need you now Steve, please,"
Steve didn't hesitate to answer, driving into me, stretching me gloriously. I couldn't help but cry out at the sensation, already deliciously close to orgasm. He pulled back and thrust again, beginning a fast and punishing rhythm.
"Stay with me Charlotte, come on," he murmured against the hot skin of my neck. I struggled to keep up, feeling closer and closer with each thrust, scrambling to stay with him, unable to stop myself from tumbling over the edge, wave after wave of pleasure washing over me as I felt my body tense and release, going limp from the shock to my system. Steve followed soon after, losing his control with a few short thrusts of his hips, filling me with warmth. We collapsed together on the floor, breathless and sweaty.
"I told you I was sneaky," I muttered.
Sighing deliciously at the memory, I climbed out of bed, pulling on clothes and opening the doors to my living room, only to immediately be assaulted by the smells of bacon and coffee. I grinned, my nose leading my eyes to the kitchen, where Steve stood, flipping bacon in a pan at the stove. His back was turned to me, white shirt stretching across a wide back, jeans slung low at narrow hips. I sighed dreamily and watched Penelope work her way around his legs, and he bent down absently to scratch the top of her head. I swear I could her her purring from across the room. He was humming a tune too, something vaguely familiar and jazzy that I couldn't place. The whole picture was incredibly domestic and I could not find a single bone in my body that had a problem with it.
"She likes you," I said, walking over and wrapping my arms around his waist. I felt rather than saw Steve smile.
"I didn't know you had a cat. He just kind of showed up out of nowhere when I started the bacon."
"She. Her name is Penelope," I corrected, scooping her into my arms and nuzzling her fur. "She's shy but she has a weakness for the smell of bacon and tall blondes," Steve smirked and flipped over the bacon again, pouring a bowl of beaten eggs into a pan and popping toast into the toaster in one fluid movement. I let Penelope down and she disappeared into my room again, probably to burrow herself in the side of the bed where Steve slept. Lord knows that's what I would've done. I leaned a hip against the counter, watching Steve as he cooked, completely relaxed and confident.
"You weren't kidding about the breakfast thing were you?" I murmured.
"Nope. I figure if I can find a way to feed 20 men in a German forest I can manage to feed the two of us in your apartment," he remarked. I smiled.
"I would think so. I suppose my Boy Scout nickname for you isn't too far off now is it?" I asked, pouring myself a cup of coffee and sitting at the table.
"I suppose not. Does that mean I get a merit badge?" Steve asked.
"Of course. Though I'm not sure there's a badge out there for making a woman orgasm six times in a five hour period." I responded smartly, giggling when the spatula clattered to the floor. Steve picked it up quickly, washing it off and chuckling nervously.
"Jesus Charlotte," he muttered, his ears turning bright red.
"Hey Blue Eyes, its nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, you should be pretty proud. I just wish I had a merit badge to give you. I guess I'll just have to reward you in another way," I winked mischievously and I swear he almost bobbled the plates in his hands. I grinned unashamedly and he cleared his throat.
"So, we have bacon, eggs, coffee and toast. I had to run down to the market on the corner to grab some stuff. I didn't want to clean you out."
"Well, I appreciate that. Not all of us have a British AI to restock our fridges on a regular basis" I replied. Steve blushed.
"I know. I had no idea how expensive everything is. Your market on the corner is overcharging you." I laughed aloud.
"Oh Blue Eyes, that market is one of the cheapest in the neighborhood." Steve dropped his plate with a slight clang and looked at me incredulously.
"Seriously? Are you telling me its normal for people to pay more than $2 for a gallon of milk?" I couldn't help but chuckle sardonically.
"Perfectly normal. And over $4 for a pound of bacon or over $2 for a dozen eggs." I explained. Steve sat with a thump, looking in awe at the abundance of food in front of us.
"I had no idea. I mean, I read the briefing materials they gave me on the economy and inflation, but I hadn't had a chance to see it in real life yet." I hummed in agreement filling a plate with eggs and bacon.
"Yeah, I imagine it can be quiet the rude awakening." Steve nodded, filling his own plate.
"And there's so many choices. There were eggs from all over the country, white and brown, free range, organic. The same with milk; whole, 2%, soy, almond. Who in the world figured out how to milk an almond?" he asked incredulously. I laughed, swallowing quickly to avoid choking on my food.
"You know, that is a good question that I really don't have an answer to. Blue Eyes, if you thought the bodega down the street has a lot of options, you'd be shocked and appalled if I ever took you to Walmart."
"Walmart?" Steve asked.
"Or Costco. Oh God, I can't even imagine what you'd think of Costco. Put it on your list of must-do 21st century experiences."
"Going to Costco?"
"Going to any supermarket. Hell yeah, nothing will better inform you on the true abundance of the American lifestyle," I grinned at him across the table, working out plans in my head. "There's one right outside of the city in Jersey." I thumped the table soundly, mind made up. "We have to go. It'll be an experience. It'll be fun, I promise." I grinned broadly and watched as my contagious enthusiasm pulling Steve's lips into a smile.
"Alright. We'll go to Costco. If you really think it's important."
"I do! It's important that you understand American culture as it is now. As weird as it is, Costco and Walmart are important pieces of that. Oh! and malls! We have to go to a mall!" I added. Steve laughed and nodded along, sipping his coffee.
"Sounds like a plan." I grinned back at him, our eyes meeting and and unshakable sense of happiness washed through me. The whole scene was so domestic and settled, so normal. Sitting together on a Sunday morning, enjoying breakfast, enjoying each other. It was strange but somehow wonderful. My heart felt like it was expanding in my chest, taking up too much space and making it hard to breathe. I cleared my throat, standing and breaking eye contact, clearing the plates and missing Steve's knowing grin.
"So, what's on the agenda for today?" I asked, turning my back to him and beginning to wash the dishes.
"Well, we won't be starting the movie until later, but Stark wants us there early so we have time to get through the original trilogy."
"All three? That's pretty ambitious of him," I remarked.
"Ambitious? Why?"
"Well, they're all about two and half hours long. You've easily got 8 hours of viewing time," I commented, doing the math in my head, "Add in breaks for food, bathroom and the inevitable factual debates which I can guarantee will happen with the amount of scientists watching, you're pushing 12 and a half hours and that's if you schedule out the factual debates, which I suppose you could do based on proper knowledge of the films, but you're still looking at a good chunk of time." I finished my rant, drying my hands and turning to find Steve staring at me, confusion and awe on his features.
"Sorry. I've got a lot of stuff up here and sometimes it all comes out at once." I added sheepishly. Steve chuckled and smiled.
"No Charlotte, it's impressive. And it's a strange mix, all that stuff in your brain," he took my hands and pulled me close, leaning his forehead against mine.
"It's beautiful," he finished. I smiled shyly, pressing up to kiss him lightly.
"Thank you for seeing past the strange. I appreciate it."
"Of course. You know who I work with. It's basically a survival skill at this point. You'll see what I mean this afternoon." he kissed me soundly, pulling back and walking across the apartment, pulling me with him.
"Now, I want to head over early to introduce you to everyone. So we should start getting ready," he smirked mischievously.
"Oh really? And I'm betting that involves me taking a shower? Are you trying to tell me I'm dirty?" I commented as he tugged me into the bathroom.
"No, of course not. I'm saying that we both need to clean up."
"Both of us huh?" I asked.
"Yep," he answered, pulling me closer with on hand, turning on the shower with the other. "We're both going to take a long, long shower. But you are going to go first," he finished quickly, lifting me up and plopping me into the shower fully clothed. I sputtered and scrambled to my feet, wiping the water from my eyes. Steve was outside of the shower, doubled over in laughter and I narrowed my eyes at him threateningly.
"Boy Scout, that was a bad move on your part." I said, trying to sound as menacing as possibly while looking like a drowned cat.
"Oh really?" he managed around the laughter and I stepped out of the shower, not caring about dripping on the floor. I took another step towards him and his laughter stopped abruptly.
"Charlotte, don't do it." he warned, trying and failing to keep the smile off of his face. I grinned thinly before launching myself at him, clinging like a burr. We both went down with a thump, and I had thoroughly drenched him through his t shirt. We broke out into laughter, the both of us dripping wet on the bathroom floor. Our giggles died quickly though as Steve's hands found my hips, clenching in the wet shirt, his eyes looking over my body, soaked shirt clinging to my breasts before meeting my eyes, gaze fierce and blue, making me shiver from more than just the cold air on my wet skin.
Needless to stay, we didn't make it all the way to the shower that morning.
AN: Oh, damnnnnnn. Big chapter next week. I need good vibes and Avengers feelings to get this chapter done!