Ever After

Part 22 - Captain's Orders

Steve takes a step closer to you, running his thumbs down your cheeks as he deepens the kiss. Part of you wants to pull away again, questions still running through your mind, but you can help but feel the anticipation as it circulates through your body.

You need more, more than just those words spoken. Words you had been dying to say and hear for all those years. Gripping his waist you pull your body onto him, making him run his hands from your face to your neck, over your shoulders; lighting up every part of your body as he moves. As his fingertips gently slide further down, they move over your wound, making you gasp slightly.

"Did I hurt you?" He asks, but you can't stop the burning within you, you grab him pull him for another kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Belle?" He questions, his tone stern, but you ignore him, leaving a trail of tiny kisses on his neck. "Should we..." He bites his lip as you nuzzle into his exposed collarbone before starting to unbutton his shirt.

"No Steve," You sigh in between kisses to his neck, moving your way back up to his lips. "The time for talking is over." You nudge your nose against his before staring into his eyes, watching as they glass over. "I want you."

He gulps, nerves flying through him as he matches your stare, his fingertips toying with the hem of your shirt. "What if you come home?" He reminds you you're standing in your old apartment.

"I won't be back till morning." Steve's head dips, as he realises: the night of the Expo had been your last night with Bucky. "Stop it Steve," Knowing exactly what he was thinking you tip up his chin to make you look at him. "Let's stop doing this to ourselves." You press your lips gently to the corner of his mouth while his hand grips your waist; you can feel his fingertips digging in.

"But..." You kiss him again, running a hand through his hair and pulling him to kiss you deeper. Suddenly his hands make their way to your ass, squeezing tightly before lifting you so you can wrap your legs around his waist. "You're right," He pants, planting his face in your neck as he carries you to the kitchen counter, placing you down softly. "I don't wanna waste another god damn second."

"Language Cap," You smirk against his neck as a small groan runs through him. Pressing himself against you, you can feel every inch of him through the thin clothing between you. This time you let out a groan, which incites him even more.

His mouth meets yours ferociously, desperation and want just flowing through you both. Fumbling at each other's clothing, you get frustrated before ripping his shirt from him; the last remaining buttons flying across the room. Feeling the same frustration Steve rips your top from you before his hands grasp your hair. "Are you sure..."

You cut him off as you wrap your legs around him tighter, pulling him against you even more; the friction making your core pulse with complete desire. "Just fuck me Steve," you pant.

"Yes ma'am," He chuckles against your lips. Pulling away only to rip off your jeans and underwear before running his fingers ever so slowly against your slit, teasingly and achingly gentle. "Are you giving the orders?" He nibbles at your neck, his other hand reaching up and toying with your bra strap. "Or am I?"

Wanting to return the favour you run your hand over his length, making his breath hitch against your neck, while your other hand grabs a handful of his hair. "I think we both know you're in charge." You pull his head so your lips can meet again. "Captain." You whisper, running your tongue against his bottom lip before gently biting it, earning another groan.

"That's what I wanted to hear." He smirks, once again pulling you hard against him, lifting you from the counter and carrying you to your bedroom. Throwing you down on the bed, the thin frame cracks under the force. Steve stands in front of you, eyes roaming over your body as he takes his belt off. Leaning over you you think he's going to kiss you, but he grabs your arms, forcing them to your headboard and wrapping the belt around your wrists. Before you can complain, he forces his lips onto yours, tongues crashing together. "Captain's orders Belle," He winks.

"I didn't know you were so...kinky." You laugh before the feeling of Steve trailing kisses over your collarbone making his way to your breasts consumes you.

"Maybe I just know you're not one to follow orders," He smirks against your skin, before taking a nipple into his mouth, grazing his teeth against it making you squirm underneath him. His kisses move lower down you body; achingly gentle, especially just under your ribs where your wound is. Shaking the vision out of his mind, he continues down, spreading your legs wide. The cold air hits you, just increasing the pressure building in you. "God I've thought about this for so long," He whispers, his breath mixed with the cold air making you pull on your restraint.

"Steve..." You beg as he runs a finger completely over your exposed clit, running it down frustratingly slow before replacing it with his mouth. "Fuck," You almost scream at the sensation the serum just heightening every single feeling running through you.

"Language," He smirks against your core before resuming, this time slipping not one but two fingers slowly into you. Once again you pull on your restraint, feeling it give a little. As he increases the pressure on your clit, you throw your head back, arching your back to meet the thrust of his fingers as his pace increases too. Riding the current of pleasure as it waves over your body, Steve curls his fingers every time he thrusts them forward; just building the pressure building up inside you. Just as your about to explode, he rips them away abruptly.

"What the hell..." You try to complain as his lips meet yours again, shortly followed by the feeling of his length pressed against your opening. With one deep thrust he's in you, making you clamp down on him, one hand hand wrapped in your hair, the other grabbing hold of your ass, lifting your hip slightly so he can go deeper. Again you pull on your restraints, desperate to touch him as his pace is slow, just creating waves of pleasure coursing through you. Pressing his forehead against yours, you open your eyes to watch the desire radiate from the way he looks at you, before his thrusts become harder and deeper.

Throwing your head back again, Steve grazes his teeth against your neck. "It was never this good in my dreams," he whispers before nibbling tenderly on your earlobe, almost making you cum there and then. Slowing his pace to fill you with hard, deep thrusts you can't stand not being able to touch him any longer. Pulling as hard as you can, you manage to rip yourself from the restraint, snapping your headboard in the process.

Before Steve can say anything you grab him pulling his weight down on top of you, digging fingernails into his back, making him groan against your neck. Just as Steve predicted, you needed to take control; managing to buck him off of you, he rolls onto his back.

You climb on top of him, lining him up against you before lowering yourself onto him. "Fuck Steve," you gasp at how much deeper it is as Steve pushes your hips down, filling you completely.

"God Belle," he pants, as you plant your hands hard against his chest to keep yourself stable. As you try to move against him, his hands grip at your waist, stopping you. A sly smirk spreads across his face. "I'm still in charge here." Raising your hips slightly he thrusts hard into you; slowly at first before increasing his pace. Each stroke just sending you over the edge.

"I'm going to...." Shifting his weight so he can sit up, his lips meeting yours forcefully. With one last deep thrust you explode around him, moaning loudly against his lips as you wrap your arms around his neck.

Steve continues to move slowly against you, extending the ride of pleasure moving through you. One hand finds his hair, and as you grip onto it tightly Steve groans; his body shuddering as he completely fills you. "Fuck Belle." he sighs, resting his head against yours.

Your barely able to speak, only letting out a soft sigh when you catch your breath back. Running a hand through your hair, Steve pulls you in for a deep, yet tender kiss.

Shifting his weight you just have enough strength to move off of him, while he keeps one arm draped around your waist. He pulls the itchy, thin blanket from your bed around you both, before resting his head against yours. "How was that compared to your dream?" You half laugh against him as you nuzzle into his neck.

"I don't think it could have been any better," He smirks, kissing your head. A sudden creak starts from underneath you before suddenly the entire bed frame collapses, thankfully the mattress softening the blow as you and Steve land on the floor.

You both look at each other in utter disbelief before breaking out into laughter.