Author's Note:
Triggers for fingering, light dirty talk and Astrid and Steve actually having a conversation about sex. As always please review and let me know what you think.
Astrid unlocked the door to Steve's apartment. Closing it swiftly behind her. She had gotten off early from work and wanted to surprise him. He was still out which gave Astrid time to look around. She had never really seen the place. Being preoccupied with Steve. Sadly, there wasn't much. Few pieces of used furniture. A couple of pictures of him and Bucky. Some of his parents. One or two of her. His sketchbook resting on a coffee table.
Astrid hovered over it. It was the old one he had before the one she got him for Christmas. Apparently, he already was keeping the new one on him. Her hand hovered over the cover. She really shouldn't. Steve was super secretive about his art. But this temptation was too much. She would only a quick look through. No real harm. Astrid opened the first page. Flicking through. A lot of drawings of the city. The skyline, the people. General life. He really needed to get his work out there. Steve was beyond talented.
It was about halfway through the book when her heart stopped. She recognized herself instantaneously. The day that her and Steve first met he recreated perfectly. Dressed in her surgical scrubs. She smiled as she saw more and more of herself show up. Glowing under candlelight during their second date. Her smile across a dinner table when they met Bucky's family. Her in a pin-up pose. She stopped at that one. Seemed like Steve actually had a vivid imagination. It was pretty suggestive overall. Her breasts almost spilling out of the dress.
Soon more suggestive images popped up among the drawings. Her reading in the car, mixed with her naked back, looking over her shoulder. Her looking up at the sky watching the fireworks next to an image of her naked. One arm covering her breasts. Her other traveling down her abdomen. The lower part of her body obstructed but Astrid had a pretty good idea of what she was doing. A come hither look on her face.
The trend continued. Astrid growing wetter at each image. Only fueled by her own ideas. What Steve might be doing as he was drawing. Or afterward looking at the finished product. She felt her hand almost instinctively travel up her dress. It wouldn't take her long. Not looking at these images.
What pushed her over the edge though was one of the ones near the end of the sketchbook. It was her in a bathtub. Filled with bubble bath. Her hand gripping the edge of the bathtub. Back arching out so that you could just make out the top of her breasts. The expression on her face so detailed she knew exactly what she was saying. He had seen her in that position. Sending an absolutely thrill down her spine.
"Oh seems like my Stevie is a naughty boy," Astrid stated to herself. "Wonder what I'm going to do about that?" That was when she heard the sound of something hitting the floor. She whirled around to find Steve as white as a ghost. Keys on the floor. She immediately shut the sketchbook while he struggled for his keys and closed the door.
"Steve I-" Astrid started to say but was cut off immediately by Steve.
"Please forgive me," he begged. "I'll try to fight down the urges. I'll do better." He started to ramble and Astrid had no idea what was going on.
"Steve," she interrupted. "What are you apologizing for? I'm the one who looked through your sketchbook without your permission." She really did feel bad. It was an invasion of his privacy.
"The drawings I did of you." He had turned an interesting shade of red.
"Why should you be sorry? They are amazing. Some a little more creative than others." She let out a smile. At least she knew that Steve did think of her in that way. Some nights she wondered.
"But I didn't want you to know."
Astrid scoffed. "Know what? That you want to bed me? Steve, I'm your fiancé. There's absolutely nothing wrong with it."
Steve looked taken aback. Returning to his normal color. "You don't mind that I…" he gestured towards the sketchbook.
"Why would I mind?"
"Because of your kidnapper." Astrid felt a chill go through her body for a moment before looking at Steve. Waiting for him to continue. "I didn't want you to think that I was only with you for that. I didn't want to push you. Make it seem like an expectation."
Her expression grew soft. "You kept it down because you didn't want me thinking that you thought of me as a sex object?" She let out a sigh. "Did you ever think that maybe I wanted to be with you that way?"
The expression on his face made it seem like he never thought that was even a possibility. "You never said anything." She felt something go through her heart. Like a shockwave that slowly went through the rest of her body. "I wasn't going to do anything until you stated clearly that you wanted to. I was never going to assume."
Astrid took a few steps closer to him. "So you waited. Fighting down your desires. Waiting patiently for my consent? For me to say that I wanted you." She felt tears start to spring to her eyes. "What would you have done if I had never said anything?"
Steve looked at her. A smile on his face. "I would have been content with just being in your presence for the rest of our lives. Growing old together."
Something in Astrid snapped. The next thing she knew she had Steve pinned to a wall. His jacket on the floor. One hand on his ass while another was on the wall supporting herself. Steve's legs instinctively wrapped around her waist. His back pressed against the wall. He looked as surprised as she was. But she could also tell that he was massively into it. Pupils blown out and Astrid was damned sure hers were as well.
"Steve let me make this point very clear," she stated slightly panting. "I want you. I want you badly. I've basically wanted you since my birthday. Maybe even before that." She leaned forward so that she was whispering into his ear. "I want to feel you inside of me. Feel you pound into me. Thrusting hard." She heard him gulp. Growing fully hard at her words alone. "I want to be so filled with your seed that it drips down my legs." He was breathing harder now. She could feel his hands clench at her back. "I want you to come to me anytime you feel like. This is a two-way street, my love. Both of us should be satisfied."
"Astrid please," he begged.
She cocked her head at him. "What do you want?"
"I want to feel you clench around me as I bring you pleasure. Unable to say anything as I keep bringing you there again and again. Genuinely begging me to never stop because of how good I make you feel."
If she didn't want Steve before she certainly wanted him now. He was focused on her pleasure and hers alone. It was like his was an afterthought. Something that she would have to work on with him.
"Damn Steve," she hissed. "You certainly know how to get a lady all hot and bothered." Her heart was beating a million times a minute. Breathing hard and they hadn't even done anything yet. Steve was as well. Astrid relishing the fact that she was able to drive him to the edge with words alone. Though she noticed something slightly off with his breathing. Astrid mood quickly dying as she brought him down to the ground.
"Breath with me Steve." She placed a hand on his chest. "It's okay Steve. Breath with me." Falling into the usual routine. Calming Steve down. Allowing him to breathe. After several minutes his breathing eased. Going back to normal.
"How," Steve growled. His frustration evident. "How am I supposed to join the army if I can't even sleep with my fiancé?"
"Maybe we should go slow," Astrid suggested helping him up. "Build up your endurance. Maybe wait until our wedding night to consummate."
Steve raised an eyebrow. "How is waiting supposed to build up endurance?"
"I never said that we couldn't do other stuff in bed. Work up to it."
He tugged on his collar, "What do you have in mind?"
"Start off easy. Maybe keep clothes on for now." She reached down and gripped his package. Hard and heavy in her hand. He let out a low groan. "Let's see how long you can last with me rubbing you off."
He let out a strangled yelp as Astrid got to work. Having to support his body as his legs started to give out from under him. Despite him barely holding it together he managed to snake his hand underneath her dress. Astrid more than thankful she decided to only wear underwear today. Letting out a moan as Steve found what he was looking for. She closed her eyes. Loving the sweet pressure. The building tension. She never even dreamed that it could feel this good to be pleasured.
"You sure that this is your first time?" she gasped. Her movements against him getting more frantic. She was loving every little flick of his fingers. Moving in precise patterns.
"I got some pointers from Bucky."
"Remind me to thank him."
"Tell Shamira to." She felt his movements speed up. She was getting so close. Her whole body shaking. Steve was so close as well. Barely holding it together. Until he pulled her hand off of him.
"Steve," she whimpered her hand clutching at thin air. "What are you doing?"
"I don't until you do." He increased the pressure on her. Astrid let out a gasp. "Twice. I'm going to show you how I'm going to treat you for the rest of our lives." If sex was going to be anything like this then Astrid couldn't wait. "Now let me figure out how to really pleasure you." He tapped the side of his head. "Let's see if I can get there from pleasuring you alone." She really liked this side of Steve. Doing what he asked. Connecting their minds. Steve let out a moan. The connection driving it home. But still, Steve didn't seem satisfied. Switching techniques. Moving his fingers in different patterns. Leaving Astrid a sopping wet mess. And that was through her underwear.
Steve was a blithering mess as well. Feeding his pleasure off of Astrid's. Which in turn fed into Astrid. Allowing her to feel him come undone. Soon she was doing the same. Ready to collapse. Except that he kept going. Speeding up his fingers. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Fingers digging into Steve as she felt another wave roll over her. While Steve didn't quite manage to hold out there was always next time. Build up his endurance after all.
'Everything you expected?' Astrid asked huffing. Both of them were covered in a layer of sweat. Steve breathing hard but doing okay. Astrid holding him up despite how much she wanted to collapse in a puddle on the floor.
'More,' Steve replied breathing hard. Flexing the hand that did so much work. Astrid took his hand and sucked on his fingers. Tasting herself on him. The juices that leaked through the cloth. He let out a low moan. His body starting to tremble. Astrid looked at him. Knowing he was searing this memory into his brain. She took his finger out of her mouth with a pop. Massaging the cramp out of his hand. Steve sighed in contentment. Moving his other hand to the back of her head. Pushing her close and bringing her into a kiss.
His tongue roaming her mouth. Tasting her. Turning Astrid on all over again. She dropped his hand and picked him back up. Both hands tightly gripping his ass.
'Shall we take this to the bedroom?' Astrid asked.
'Absolutely,' Steve replied. 'I want to see how long it takes before your screaming my name.'
'If you keep it up then not long at all.'
They were so preoccupied with each other that Astrid only just noticed the door opening. She broke off the kiss.
"Unless someone is dying I suggest that you turn around and head back out the door," Astrid stated.
"Oh, you wish," Shamira replied coming inside followed by Bucky. "But you and Steve are just going to have to hold off."
Both of them groaned and Astrid put Steve on the ground. Turning around to look at Shamira. "This better be damn important."
"Yes, revenge for interrupting us all the time."
"Don't make me throw furniture at you."
Shamira chuckled. "You won't. Steve doesn't have enough furniture."
Astrid rolled her eyes. "But seriously why are you here?"
Bucky snorted. "Seemed like the lovebirds were so busy that someone forgot the surprise they had planned."
"Surprise?" Steve asked looking at Astrid. She could have melted onto the floor. Astrid had completely forgotten the reason why she showed up early in the first place. Closing her eyes softly.
"Right," she said turning to Steve. "I did actually have something planned. I just got a little sidetracked."
Steve picked up his jacket and dusted it off. Dawning it on. "Shall we go then?" Astrid noted that he hadn't even bothered to change. Giving her a wink. A million thoughts filled Astrid's mind. She had a good idea of what they'll be doing once they got home again.
She opened the door with her mind and headed out. The other three following her as flagged down a taxi. It didn't take too long and soon they were all piled in the back. Astrid whispering the address to the driver.
Soon they were passing through a familiar neighbor. Steve glancing at her curious but she responded with a shrug. He'll see what she was up to. Particularly as they pulled up to a familiar place. The Brooklyn Museum.
"Isn't this place closed?" Bucky asked as they climbed out of the taxi.
"Not when your friends with the director," both her and Steve stated at the same time. Astrid got out a key and unlocked the front door. Leading the four of them inside. She could tell that the others were curious about what they were doing here. Astrid led them straight to the main gallery. The same place where Astrid and Steve had their picnic. What felt like a million years ago.
"So, what do you think?" Astrid asked gesturing around. "Be truthful now. I want everyone's opinions."
The three of them glanced at each other. As if Astrid had gone insane.
"Opinions for what?" Shamira asked. "I'm mean this place is great and all."
Astrid rolled her eyes. Wondering how dense they could be. "I spoke with the director and if Steve agrees to showcase some of his pieces, we can use the space." The three of them were still clueless. "I mean I think that this would be the perfect place to have a wedding. It's a place of beginnings for us after all. I can't think of a place I would rather marry the love of my life." The look Steve gave her was priceless.
"I couldn't agree with you more," Steve responded walking to the center of the room. Picturing how it would look on their wedding day.
"We can definitely make this place work," Shamira stated. "Set up tables over here. Create an aisle. It's going to be gorgeous."
"Perfectly fitting for the bride."
Astrid blushed glancing at Shamira. It was a couple of weeks away and she still hadn't picked out a wedding dress. "So, you'll guys want to help me set this place up?"
"Astrid," Bucky added in. "I don't think there is anyone here who would rather be doing anything else. We are all in this with you."