Little Star // a Steve Rogers, Captain America, Avengers story

Yours Are So Much Better

That night, as they got in bed – which was somehow infinitely less awkward than the night before – Steve told Ellie the gist of the multiple conversations he had with Tony throughout the day and evening.

The plan was for them to leave the next day and fly to compound, which he told her was in upstate New York, where they'd have dinner with Tony and discuss the situation.

She would undergo extensive testing the next day, but there would be nothing invasive. Steve promised there would be no pain. On Sunday she would lead some interviews so that the doctors could observe her in action. Tony hadn't said who her subjects would be. Perhaps some of the compound staff.

Depending on when they finished, they would either fly home or stay one more night. If there was any down time, Ellie could take advantage of the small theatre for TV or movies, the gym, the Olympic size pool, or even the gun ranges for everything from small handguns to alien blasters. Although she wouldn't be allowed to see the blasters, much less try them.

Ellie wasn't sure if he was pulling her leg about the blasters.

"You know I can keep a secret, Steve. This will be just one of all the things I haven't told to a single soul. Like how much your feet stink, and that you all wear diapers under your suits because none of them have a fly. Seriously though, you guys have alien blasters you can play with?"

He was happy to see her smile. The day was ending much better than it began.

"If we had blasters, I couldn't tell you. By the way, my feet don't smell that bad and I haven't worn a diaper in almost one hundred years."

Once the lights were out, Ellie reached across the bed to take Steve's hand, which she pulled, hoping to bring him closer. She couldn't move him a centimeter; he was like lead. She could feel him laughing, but it stopped when she swung one leg over his waist and straddled him. Leaning forward, she kissed his lips, his eyes, his cheeks, and finally she took an earlobe between her teeth, then started to suck it gently. He groaned.

She wasn't going to let him get all the attention this time. "Steve," she whispered in his ear, "I want you to touch me."

When he didn't move, she asked, "Will you take my nightgown off, please."

He still hadn't touched her. "Please, Steve. Or tell me why you won't."

"I'm having a hard time believing this isn't disrespectful or indecent. You're beautiful, smart, ladylike, and this will make you... a naked woman."

"Tell me why I can't be all of those things at once."

Silence. Then, "I can't."

And with that she felt his hands slide from her hips to her fingertips, taking the nightgown with them until it was over her head, then discarded. The cool air of the bedroom felt good as she lay down beside him.

"Touch me. Any part of me. You must be so curious; explore."

He rolled to his side and reached out slowly, in the dark, until he met the warm silky skin of her shoulder. He traced her collar bone to the center of her chest then slid his fingers down between her breasts and below her ribs. He found the decidedly feminine curve of her waist irresistible.

Ellie was surprised when he laid his head at her waist, looking up at her. It was heavy but not uncomfortable, and she tousled his hair as he continued to explore. Now he took her breast in his hand and rubbed his thumb across the nipple. As it puckered he kept his fingers on it, lightly, so he could feel the changes in the skin.

"I like that," he said in awe, "mine do the same, but yours are so much better."

She nearly swooned from pleasure and surprise when he began to suck it gently. His lips were soft and the pressure he exerted was firm; each time he drew her into his mouth she felt it though her entire body. As he moved to the other, Ellie wondered how long she could stand this until she herself lost control.