This Is Stella's Reality

July 4, 2015

The Fourth of July. Steve Rogers, Captain America's birthday. How ironic.

Gently, I stirred beside Steve. His alarm was off, so he was still snoring and deep in sleep. My fingers gently touched his face, stroking through his thick beard and admiring the way his eyelashes fluttered.

I smiled and turned towards Bucky who was sleeping on my other side. His face was peaceful, lips pulled into a smile and a soft pink blush over his face.

My thoughts touched his, flooding into his dreams. He was dreaming about Steve and I. My body trembled beneath him, blushing and calling his name as our hips rocked together.

Steve was behind him, holding his hips steady and telling Bucky what a good boy he was. A smirk adorned his handsome features as he moved to grip Bucky's hair and pull harshly.

I pulled my thoughts away as my heart hammered. Bucky's face only grew deeper red, and he mumbled our names. Oh, Stella. Fuck. Steve, please.

My fingers rose to comb through his beard and slick his hair away from his face. I smiled, "Bucky," I whispered.

He moaned lightly and waved me off of him.

"Bucky," I said a bit more sternly.

His eyes blinked open, and he frowned at me. "I was having a good dream," he mumbled. His voice was thick with sleep, groggy and rumbling in his chest.

"I could tell," I laughed softly. My head fell to his chest, and he stroked my hair. "Maybe we can wake Steve up and make that dream of yours a reality."

He chuckled, shaking me against his frame. "I guess it is his birthday," he mused. His hand cupped my jaw and brought our lips together. "Let's get up and get ready, yeah?"

We snuck from the bed, undressing and dolling ourselves up to surprise Steve. I slipped into my favorite lingerie. I knew Steve liked it, baby pink and lacey.

Bucky's hair was combed and gelled back, supposedly to mimic the way he normally wore it in the '40s. He looked ridiculously handsome.

His eyes met mine and smirked. "Ready to wake the birthday boy up?" He asked. His hands gripped my hips and pulled me closer to him, smiling. "You look hot," he mumbled, pressing kisses to my forehead.

I smiled and looked up at him. "Come on, someone's turning ninety seven."

We moved back to the bed, climbing over Steve's large frame. He was still snoring gently and looking peaceful as ever.

My thoughts melted with his and fed him lustful thoughts of Bucky and I. Captain, let me be good for you. I'll do anything you want, sir. We can please you. We'll make you feel good, daddy.

His cheeks began to grow pink, and his lips parted as he took shaking breaths. He opened his eyes and blinked up at Bucky and I.

We hovered just above his face, grinning and watching his features shift from confused to sharp and full of desire.

"Happy birthday, Captain," Bucky and I said simultaneously. Our voices drifted through the air, falling onto Steve's ears as he moved to run his hands down our backs.

He sat up and brought Bucky into his lap, forcing him to straddle around his waist. He lifted Bucky up and placed him on the mattress, keeping his legs around Steve's waist.

I grinned and smoothed Bucky's hair away from his face. "You look so pretty like this, Sarge."

He breathed a laugh as Steve pulled off Bucky's underwear. "This isn't how my dream went," he breathed.