You walked into my life like you had always lived there, like my heart was a home built just for you. -a.r.asher
Saying goodbye to your soulmate is never easy; Steve Rogers watched his drive away. She was headed towards the school of her dreams and...
Alright, so I originally completed this story, but I've just had the itch to rewrite this for some time now. So here are, if you've read this before, I hope you'll enjoy some of the changes I've made.
Gah! Welcome to this crazy mess I created! I am super-duper excited to share that with you all! I have been binge-watching 1883 and Yellowstone; I wasn't sure about Yellowstone at first, but I saw 1883, and ya girl here loves herself some Sam Elliot! I was hooked! So naturally, my mind went wild and came up with this craziness!
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Then...... Eleven years ago
They stumbled into her apartment, giggling and with wandering hands. Unable to resist, Steve chewed on her plump, dark pink, and swollen bottom lip. As high school sweethearts, Steve Rogers and Lilian Westfall's love had spanned two years of pining and three years together. However, their time together was dwindling as Lilian was set to board a plane for a future without him, leaving behind the cowboy accustomed to ranch life.
Steve's rough hands slid under her thin pink blouse, pushing her against the hallway wall. Their lips parted, and he kissed her jaw, nibbled her ear, and sucked at her pulse point. "Steve," she gasped, her hands tangled in his blonde hair.
He pulled back, looking at the woman against him, cupping her jaw with a callused hand. His thumb gently traced along her swollen lips. "Do you want this, Lil?" he asked, leaning in for a gentle kiss.
"Yes, I want you, always," she whispered, pulling him into a deep, toe-curling kiss filled with passion."
Steve wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her. Lily clung to him, wrapping her legs around him as Steve carried her into her bedroom, a routine they'd repeated over the past two years. Only this time, he walked around boxes that held her life here in Buckskin, Montana. Her life here with Steve. He gently tossed her on the queen-sized bed, chuckling at her giggles when she bounced.
Taking a few steps back, Steve watched as Lily removed her pink blouse and slid out of her skirt, revealing a lacy outfit. His breath caught at the sight of her long blonde hair cascading down, warm brown eyes filled with desire as she looked up at him.
"Steve," she smiled mischievously, unclasping her bra and teasingly holding it out. She dropped it, beckoning him with a playful look.
Steve took a moment to catch his breath, stepping back as he kicked off his boots. His expression turned intense, and he closed the door before striding back to the bed. With a few quick moves, he joined her, his hands exploring her body in a passionate frenzy.
