Winter's Heart (Part 1) 18+ Canon

Chapter 15

***Spicy scene ahead***
They left Clint's house the same day to get to the city in time for the gala. Natasha made preparation for them in a nearby hotel and made sure James and Liv got a suit and a gown to attend in. Liv was surprised that Natasha had booked them into a suite and was shocked how huge it was. It consists of a living room area and one bedroom. Its windowfront offered a good view of the A.I.M. building. The invitation to the gala lay on a table in a golden envelope. 

James entered after her, took a quick look around, and went to the bedroom to put away his bag. Liv watched him from where she stood by the window. 

"One bed", she pointed out, trying to make conversation. 

"You can take it", he said. 

"Don't be redic...", she began. 

"I don't sleep in a bed", he said, cutting her off. 

"Right...PTSD", she said, mumbling to herself. She heard about it that a lot of people who came back from war couldn't sleep in a normal bed. It's too soft. 

Liv stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in a t-shirt Natasha had provided her. Walking in on James preparing his bed on the floor, he cast her a look as soon as she had passed him. Taking in her long, slender legs, the soft curve of her ass that was half covered by a loose shirt. Without a word, she climbed under the covers next to his bed on the floor. 

"It will all be over after tomorrow night", she said after they both lay silently in the dark. 

"What are your plans for... afterwards", he asked after a while. 

"I don't know...find myself a new job. Travel the world, maybe", she said, feeling a limb building in her throat. "You?" 

"Whatever the future holds for me", he simply said. 

He didn't have an answer to this question. After ninety years of constant fights, he lost the sense of who he really was. In the past couple of weeks, his world shrank to the small moments he had with Liv. He sat up, resting his elbow on one bent knee. 

"You make me feel things...I don't like it. I want it to stop", he said and instantly regretted how harsh his words must have sounded to her. 

She sat up too, one leg dangling down on the side of the bed, hands in her lap. 

"Isn't that the problem, James? You don't think you deserve it, so you try to ruin it?" She said, with a calmness in her voice that let fear sink into his bones. A fear of losing her, he realized. 

"There is no happy ending to this", she whispered, unable to keep the sadness out of her voice. 

"No, there isn't", he said. At least not for him, he thought. He didn't deserve a happy ending, he didn't deserve her. 

"I wish you'd lie to me for once", she said with a sad smile. 

James heard her sniffle and realized she cried. It broke something inside of him. Something he thought didn't exist anymore. He grabbed her leg and pulled her down to him. Wrapping his arms around her, he pressed her back to his chest and held her, kissing the top of her head, whispering sweet nothings. Liv cried bittersweet tears and he held her through all of it.  

When she had calmed down, she washed her face and returned to lying next to him on the ground. She was trying to memorize his scent and savor the heat of his body radiating into hers. She turned her head to stare into his eyes, then leaned in and kissed him. 

"Liv, I'm not sure this is a good idea", he said, pulling back after realizing, what she was up to. 

"Noted", she said before leaning in again. 

This time he didn't protest and he wrapped his arm around her midsection, pulling her closer to him. He moved his left arm under her neck, wrapping his hand around her neck. His hand on her neck sent a tingly feeling down her body right into the heat between her legs, making her moan in anticipation. Liv arched her back, pressing her rear into his growing erection. She moved her hand behind her, grabbing his hard cock, stroking it through the fabric of his boxershorts. His finger wandered in between her legs, gently caressing her wet folds, dipping his middle finger into her pussy. She deepened the kiss, invading his mouth with her tongue. When he added his index finger, her patience evaporated and she tugged at his shorts, freeing his hard cock and guiding him in between her legs. James chuckled, pulling out his fingers. 

Liv pressed him against her entrance, letting out a shaky breath. James pushed forward, entering her wet entrance with the tip of his cock and claimed her mouth, stretching her neck a bit more. Liv grabbed his hip with her right hand, urging him to go deeper, filling her up completely. He gladly followed, pushing forward, burying himself inside of her. He groaned in pleasure. 

He broke the kiss to watch her, as his hand travelled over her belly in between her legs, finding that sweet spot of hers. Liv gasped as he started to move his fingers around her clit, grinding her hips in response. 

When he quickened his pace, Liv moaned again, tilting her head to kiss him again. Her orgasm hit her hard, making her toes curl. James slowed the circling of his fingers but kept going until she stilled in his arms and broke apart from the kiss. He kissed her temple, releasing her throat. 

"You good?" he asked after her breathing evened, sliding out of her. 

"Perfect", she replied, surprising him when she turned and straddled him. "But we are not done yet." 

Liv leaned forward to position him at her entrance again and moved down her hips. Watching his face as she descended on his hardness. James placed his hands on her tights, moving them up to her hips, as she rode him, urging her to go faster. She did, but it wasn't enough. He needed more friction, needed her closer. 

With one swift motion, he sat up, wrapped his arm around her waist and turned them around, so she was under him. Liv gasped in surprise, but smiled as he crashed his lips onto hers. James never pushed his whole body on her, not wanting to crush her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her feet, never breaking the kiss. His right hand was in her hair, grabbing and pulling as if his life depended on it as he began to pound into her with a steady pace. He placed his left arm under her butt, lifting it up, hitting the sweet spot inside of her. 

"Harder", she moaned against his lips, relishing the moment. 

She came apart in his arms, screaming his name, her voice hoarse from moaning. Hearing her scream his name, while he drove her over the edge did it for him, and he came groaning against the skin of her neck, leaving a strange fluttery feeling in his guts.