Stay With Me

10. Oh, Captain My Captain

Juliette Zellers' Residence, Philadelphia, Pa. July 15th, 2018.

Juliette pushes her front door open with her hip, avoiding Steve's eyes and turns off the alarm after setting the bags down in the entryway.

Steve grabs them all instead of letting her help and carries them into the kitchen. She growls under her breath, watching him walk away from her. The muscles in his back and ass calling to her like a neon sign.

Folding her arms over her chest as she follows him, walking into the kitchen, chewing on her cheek.

"Stop chewing on your cheek." Steve orders, without having to look up at her as he puts away the cold groceries. He can feel her tension from across the kitchen. He may not be able to tell how she feels about the whole Landon situation, and he thinks he knows how she feels about him. But he knows enough to know that when she's anxious, she's gnawing on her cheek.

"No." She states defiantly and wiggles her arms higher against her chest, lifting her breasts.

Steve takes his time putting the eggs away, and suppresses the urge to smirk, but fails miserably. He's glad his back is to her, so she wouldn't see him. "No?"

"No. Not until you get your head out of your fucking ass and stop punishing me for something I have no control over. Jesus Christ Steven, it's not like I called him ahead of time and told him to fucking meet me there."

"Watch your mouth Juliette." He warns as his tone darkens, like his eyes.

Juliette stomps her foot. "Fuck, bitch, shit, God damn mother fucking, cock sucking asshole." She grins internally, knowing how much she just bothered him. She's in for it, and she fucking knows it. She's been waiting for this for weeks. Captain America has come to play.

Steve turns to face her now, his eyebrow lifted. God he loves when she's like this. But he won't tell her that. "Are you finished?"

"Fuck fuck fuck... fuck!!" She yells before piercing her lips and taunting him. Her nostrils flare in defiance. She might be angry with him for ignoring her over the last hour over something she couldn't prevent, but she doesn't miss the way his eyes darken, or the way his body tenses like snake about to strike.

Her eyes drop from his darkening expression down his body, to the growing bulge in his jeans. She swallows hard and peels her eyes away from his cock.

"Put that away Steven. I don't fucking want it."

He growls, deep in his chest as he stalks towards her. Leaving the groceries untouched. She backs away slowly, with every step towards her — she steps back. Until the scowl turns into a smirk.

"Steven?" She gulps, forcing the lump forming in her throat down. Steve doesn't glare back her, Captain America does. And he does not take her bullshit. It's been two years since Cap put her in her place. And she'd be lying if she said her panties weren't soaked thinking about it happening now.

"No." He approaches her like a lion stalks it's prey, he growls.

She bites her lip hard, scrunches her nose. The game is on. "Come on then... Captain." She taunts. Wanting to push him to the edge before she spins around and runs from the kitchen.

Steve takes off after her, without a second to spare, he watched her body tense, watched the anxiety turn into intrigue. From 'you can't have me' to 'give me your worst.'

Steve chases her down the hallway between the kitchen and the entryway. She makes it three stairs up before his large hand wraps around the back of her neck, treating her like the submissive she is — for him — only for him.