Falling

Revels

Note; 18+ Content
Final Edit

The next two days are relatively normal. Steve and I spend the time doing grocery shopping, promenading in Central Park, and of course our favorite activity, sex.

By Saturday night, all the tension and disconnect I felt is vanished, and I chalk it up to the fact that we had been so stressed and busy.

I enjoy watching Steve get ready for the party; he used the cologne I got for him on Christmas, and one of the blue shirts I got made for him from Jenny. It looks so good on him, made to his broad shoulders and arms.

I have Natasha and Jenny to thank for our improved style. After two weeks of mismatched outfits, Nat got fed up, and introduced me to Jenny. She is a petite older blonde woman that gives me Edna Mode vibes, but who can procure any kind of garment and material needed. She has been supplying my closet with a regular amount of tailor made assembles, from pantsuits, skirts, blouses, and cocktail dresses, to jeans, shirts, and all kinds of shoes.

A rack appears by my front door every month, and I keep what I want, and return what I don't like or have not use for. It is convenient, and my confidence has skyrocketed since.

I am still on my underwear, fresh from the shower, and I walk up to him to help him button up the shirt.

"This is a change." He purrs. "You are usually undoing them."

I giggle.

"Any excuse to touch you is good." I take the cuffs of the shirt and roll them up to his elbows. When I am done, I step away to admire my handy work. "Handsome."

Steve hugs me, his hands rough over the naked skin of my back, and pulls me in so I can feel his semi hard on through his jeans.

"I have to change, if I don't we won't make it to the party."

"You don't like to be on time anyways." He reminds me as he kisses my forehead, his hand over my asscheek now.

"We just did it in the shower." I halfhearted protest.

"Can you think of a place we haven't?" He nozzles my neck with his nose.

Is hard to concentrate at all.

"No, I think we have successfully done it everywhere in this apartment." I answer.

This makes him look at me, a mischievous smile on his lips.

"Then lets do it all over the compound."

I have to push away with fake shock.

"Captain!" I walk away from his grasp and to the closet. We really have to finish getting ready, and I am nowhere near it.

There is a dress I have had for a while because I love it, but haven' had the opportunity to use. I believe tonight will be it. It is a 20's flapper inspired dress; black, short, and fringy. It moves when I do, and the beads in it catch the light, making it sparkle. I feel right out of the Great Gatsby.

Its not use trying to style my hair, so I leave it down, but find a pretty headband to pull it away from my face with, and I make my make up smoky, with a red lip to match.

I know it is more of casual party, but I am going to be surrounded by powerful, beautiful people, so a girl as to do what a girl as to do.

All that is left to do is put on shoes and zip up the dress. I sit at the edge of the bed when Steve takes the shoe from my hand and kneels down in front of me. He takes a hold of my ankle, kisses the inside of my knee, and slides the shoe on my foot. He repeats the same process for the other foot. His touch as my skin all tingly and flushed.