A/N: Thank you for continuing to read and support my writing! This chapter is more steamy and for more mature audiences.

Chapter 14

He had removed his boots, socks and his tactical jacket. He stood in the doorway in his tactical pants and a black tank top which revealed all of his vibranium arm to her. The last time she had seen him this way was five years ago in Wakanda, and the memory brought her back to the day she lost him.

"I just realized I don't have any other clothes." James said, breaking the silence.

Danielle snapped out of her retrospection. She didn't speak as she stepped over to the closet and began digging through the things inside. James almost thought she had disappeared through a secret tunnel, when she popped out of the closet holding a large cardboard box. She set it down on the bed and motioned for him to come closer.

He looked at the top of the box and read his name written in black marker. He grabbed the edges and lifted them open to reveal a stack of clothes, his clothes, from his hut in Wakanda. Taking a set of clothes from the box, he placed them on the bed and moved the box to the floor. When he turned back around, he saw that Danielle had moved near the bathroom door and removed her boots and socks to match him.

Neither one of them dared to speak.

James approached her slowly. For an extremely fast super soldier, he could move tantalizingly slow. Danielle's entire body froze, caught in his gaze like a deer in headlights. She didn't reach out for him, but simply waited for him to come to her.

He stopped in the space in front of her and held her gaze. Her eyes flicked down to his lips then back to his eyes. James took that as his cue.

He brought both hands up to cup her face and pressed his lips to hers. His kisses were needy as he pushed his body against hers and she had to grab his waist to keep herself steady. With his lips still against hers, he moved his hands to her tactical gear and skillfully removed the suit while keeping in contact with her lips.

Standing in her under garments, Danielle pulled back from his lips gasping for air and moving her attention to his shirt. She pushed up the hem of his shirt before he reached behind his neck and pulled the fabric over his head in one quick pull. James took the liberty of unlatching his pants and stepping out of them, leaving him bare in front of her.

Greedily, Danielle took in the sight of him, everything familiar and new at the same time. He didn't give her much time to appreciate his physique because he brought her closer with his metal arm and turned her so her back was to him. Trailing kisses down her neck and on to her shoulder, James used his free hands to unlatch her bra and push it down her arms. Forgetting her self consciousness, Danielle pushed her underwear down her legs and kicked it away.

Now free of all barriers, James turned Danielle back to face him and claimed her lips once more. He maneuvered them into the shower and under the spray of the hot water. They took turns washing each other down and exploring each other's bodies, reacquainting themselves with the feeling of another person.

It was the best shower either of them had had in five years.

Finally clean, James shut off the water and stepped out of the shower to grab a towel. He turned back to Danielle. He took his time drying her body with the towel. He did his best to wring out her hair, but it remained damp.

Taking the towel from him, Danielle returned the favor and did her best to dry off his body, but she had other thoughts in mind. She tossed the towel to the floor and led him back into the bedroom. She stopped him at the side of the bed as she turned and threw the covers back, revealing the plain sheets. When she faced him, he already knew what she was thinking.

Placing her down on the bed, James positioned himself over her on all fours. Danielle waited for him to make a move but he just stared.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

His lips parted into a half smile. "I'm still wondering if this is a dream and I'm going to wake up in the nothingness that I lived in for five years."

She reached up, fingers brushing his cheek. "This is better than a dream. It's real."

His eyes narrowed as a smirk came to his lips. He lowered himself to lay on top of her and she couldn't believe how much she had missed the weight of him. She felt him hard against her thigh and a gasp of approval left her mouth.

His smirk deepened as he moved again until they were lined up, then he pressed inside slowly. This time a moan escaped her lips as she adjusted to him–her body remembering the feel of him. He moved against her, each thrust punctuated with a kiss to different spots on her neck and jawline.

Her first instinct was to close her eyes and surrender to the feeling, but after not seeing him for five years, she wanted to remember every moment. James looked at her and she held his gaze, even while her body struggled to breath as jolts of pleasure spread throughout it.

James seemed to be just as affected by their love making because he buried his head in her shoulder. His thrusts grew faster and he kept repeating, "I love you."

Like an explosion, their bodies quaked together with zaps of pleasure tingling up and down their spines and moans of elation filling the bedroom. Danielle had closed her eyes due to the intensity and when she opened them again, she saw stars in her vision. James slid to her side and laid on his, wrapping a tired arm around her waist. She didn't, or couldn't, fight his hold and pressed her back into his chest, feeling the warmth of him and drifted off to sleep.