Stay With Me

13. Burnt

Roger's Residence. Philadelphia, PA. July 19th, 2018.

Juliette stands in her kitchen against the stove, a spatula in her hand waiting for the pancake batter to bubble. She absentmindedly recites the words to the movie playing on the TV in the living room as she flips the pancakes in the skillet.

Setting the spatula down she turns towards the bacon and sausage sizzling in the frying pan, flipping the meat over. Steven likes his bacon somewhere between crunchy and chewy. She snags a piece from the plate of cooked meat and takes a bite, groaning and smiling at herself while doing a little shimmy at her cooking skills.

She loves feeding Steven. Taking care of him gives her a sense of pride she can't explain. Even super heroes need to be taken care of, and she makes sure does just that. No matter what it is, she makes sure he has it. Whatever he needs.

She sighs at the amount of food cooking on the stove and can't help but wonder what their food bill will be like when they have children. Steven's appetite alone has caused her grocery bill to double if not triple. She can hardly imagine what it'll be when there's baby super soldiers running around. The idea of a baby cradled in his bare arms has her ovaries throwing out eggs like prizes at a Red Sox game.

She reaches for her coffee while staring into the bubbling grease cooking the bacon. It occurs to her, she hasn't seen Louie in a few days, and although they've talked via text, she hasn't told her best friend about the diamonds decorating her finger and the wedding that is just around the corner. Juliette smiles and decides to call Louie and Natasha after she breakfast. Maybe she can arrange a ladies brunch before the bar reopens, to celebrate.

Juliette flips the pancakes once again, and opens the warming oven, satisfied with the golden coloring. Two strong hands snake around her hips as she bends over to put the pancakes into the casserole dish to keep warm.

She smiles as he groans, her ass pressing against his groin. He pushes into her further, "You're wearing a dress." Steve grunts, letting her feel him. She wiggles against the now growling bulge in his sweats, making the heat rise up her throat and between her legs. It doesn't matter how often or how good he gives himself to her, she takes and takes and takes. He's a drug to her and all she wants to do is over dose on him again.

"And you are hard." She coos, tilting her head and giving him access to latch onto her throat.

"I am now." He kisses her throat and jaw, waiting for her to turn to face him so he can capture her mouth with his. Juliette smiles and turns into him, pressing her body against his as she melts into his kiss. He grips the silky material covering her body. Craving her again, even though he had her a few hours ago.

Juliette smiles, "Good morning Baby." The words come out as forced and breathy.

His tongue slips into her mouth, and she moans at the contact. Clutching onto his massive biceps and digging into the muscle. He pulls away suddenly, the smell of burning bacon hitting his senses and bringing him out of the chocolate-mandarin induced sex trance she has him under. Her head spins when he pulls away from her.

"Breakfast is burning Mrs. Rogers." His voice husky and deep, and speaking to her on levels that are not appropriate for breakfast.

"Not yet." She giggles and lets her hands wander down his torso, finding the hills and valleys until they rest at his waistband. She smirks, knowing he isn't wearing anything under the grey sweatpants. She knows, because they leave nothing to the imagination. Her fingers brush against his impressive erection before she spins around to face to stove again.

Steve pulls back, letting her turn towards the food on the stove. "Not yet what?" He asks and pops a piece of bacon into his mouth. She watches his mouth move as he chews, the way his bottom lip plumps and turns into a small smirk.