Win A Date With Chris Evans

Thoughts and processing.

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Jaime allows herself to melt into him as Chris runs his hands up her arms holding her head, parting his lips slightly just slipping the tip of his tongue into her mouth.  His fingers intertwine themselves in her soft hair, the world around them falls away as they are lifted together.
A faint ding rings in the background becoming increasingly louder, and more irritating.
Jaime pulls away slowly sighing at the inconvenience, her cheeks warm and flushed as the taste of Chris lingers on her lips.
"I have to go back to work." She shuffles her feet biting her bottom lip coyly.
Chris who is also blushing but unable to contain his wide smile dips his head, "can I give you a ride home after work?" I'd sleep in a car in a parking lot if it meant another chance of a kiss.  That was everything I wanted and more Jaime.
The dinging continues, and Jaime rolls her eyes turning to the security cameras throwing her arms up exasperated, "alright! I get it! I'm going! This is Chris Evans for fucking fucks sake!!" Oh Jaime, again with the words before thinking.
She looks around the store to see if anyone heard, but thankfully it's a slow night.
Chris sniggers as he heads to the checkout and Jaime rings up his cereal, "well...can I?" his mouth twitches.
What does this man see in me? My god he is so fucking hot.  I want to lick his face.  And other parts of him.
"No Evans, you cannot take me home.  I think we should go on another date first." Jaime IDIOT Collins, are you outta your god damn mind?  THE MAN DROVE TWELVE HOURS to see YOU and you aren't taking him home? You really are a fucking moron.
Chris's eyes widen, panicked slightly but he enjoys the chase, "alright Jaime, how about a drink after work?"
"Sounds great, I get off in 10." She leans across the checkout crashing her lips onto his.  The dinging rising again in the background.  She takes her middle finger and thrashes it around all the while massaging Evans' tongue with hers.
That's addictive.

***

Chris and Jaime sit at a quiet corner in the bar, thankfully this place is dead.  Jaime knew better than to take Chris to the usual busy spots.  If she wanted the chance to spend time with him without hoards of fans then this dive bar was the best place for them.
They sling back tequila after tequila, the first couple were for courage, but the rest are all for fun.
"Well..." Chris gazes across the table at her, licking his lips.  God, I want you so badly.
Jaime giggles, "well what?"
"I won you over." His eyes burn into her as he works himself up trying to get himself ready for the serious talk that's about to happen.
Jaime leans in closer to him her heart racing inside her chest, she reaches across the table hesitating for a moment before lightly running her fingers along the back of his hand, the soft motion electrifying his every nerve, "I was already won." HOLY SHIT! That tequila really worked.  Tell him more! Kiss him.  Kiss him a lot!!!!!! 
an almost undetectable gasp comes from Chris, he didn't expect that.  He just assumed her insecurities would get the better of her once again, but here she is right in front of me, accepting me.

"But..." wait what? No 'buts' unless its 'butts'. Don't do this to yourself Jaime, he wants you, you want him. 
"But...?" Chris repeats waiting for the other shoe to drop.  She's gonna talk her self out of this, I'm not sure the lust you have for one another is stronger than her self deprecation.  Kiss her again, it worked last time.  Just keep kissing her and never, ever stop.
Jaime breaks Chris's gaze, pulling her hand away to anxiously tuck a lock of hair behind her ear, "It's just that you're famous Evans, and I'm still me.  And..."
"Its overwhelming," Chris head bobs understandingly, he knows exactly where she is coming from.  It's the reason he has had so many failed relationships, but there is something different about Jaime.  The will inside him to do everything in his power to make this work is stronger than ever.  He hasn't felt this way about anyone before.  Theres something so fucking special about this girl.
Jaime's mouth twists trying to force back a little whimper, "Extremely Chris, this is a dream come true for me.  I never thought I'd meet you much less fall- I uhh mean get to know you, have feelings for you.  True feelings." Right stop now before you scare him away, or maybe keep going and then you wont have to put in the hard work and have your heart exposed.
Chris gets up from his seat and slides into the one next to her, he clasps his hands around hers locking eyes with her intently, "I'd shield you from everything."
He's fighting for me.
She didn't even realise she was holding her breath until Chris dipped his head kissing her lips softly, she exhales slowly trying to gather her thoughts.  Trying to push out all the voices, the ones telling her she's too fat and not pretty enough.  Because here is this man sitting in front of her, practically begging for her to take a chance on him, so why can't she just let him?
She closes her eyes to focus on quashing the noise, a slow tear rolls down her cheek and she feels Chris wipe it away.
"You are not your thoughts Jaime." He whispers, his lips brushing her ear.  He slowly feathers kisses down her neck and along her collarbone.  Igniting heat inside her.

He's right you know.

"Evans?" She moans as he tickles her sweet spot with his stubble.
"Collins?"
Chris runs his tongue along her jaw tracing his way up to her lips ready to bruise her with kisses.
"Bathroom now."

***

They crash into the bathroom making sure to lock the door behind them, Chris lifts Jaime onto the counter around the sink, bruising her mouth with his lips.  Inhaling her breath like life support.
She can feel his stiffened bulge press the inside of her leg, heat builds deep in between her legs.  Chris pulls down the strap of her tank top and slips her breasts out from her bra, "fuck," he smiles as he runs his thumbs over her pebbled nipples, "they are amazing." His eyes widen.
He leans down attaching his mouth to the left one, flicking his tongue furiously changing between sucking and licking.  His free hand massages the other gently.
"Oh my fuck!" Jaime gasps trying to hold back a premature orgasm.
She reaches down into the waistband of his pants trying to distract herself as Chris trails kisses all over her, his meaty cock waits throbbing begging to be touched.  She runs her hand up the length relishing in the size as she grips tightly, is there anything better than a massive cock?
"Fuck, I want you." Chris breathes into her chest as she works his shaft.
"Lets go to my place." She moans back into him as he slides his hand inside her jeans the tips of his fingers brushing the top of her slit.