Crescent Acres (Steve Rogers AU)

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Darby

I can't remember how we've even got back to Steve's cabin, because time has just stopped for me. But we're here, lips on lips, my mind in a spin already as we stumble in and somehow to his bedroom. My hands tug at his belt, finally letting it come loose and helping him off with my top.

What I don't expect is the tattoos he's been concealing under his shirt...

Fuck. If that doesn't make me any wetter than he's already made me, then I don't know what will.

He guides me back onto the bed once we've shed the offending garments that are keeping our skin from touching, and when it does? It's like fire itself has ignited. His body arches over mine, tongue teasing across my breasts and gently sucking against my nipples. His hand is tormenting me between my legs, thumb circling my clit while two fingers slip into me and begin pumping at me soon after.

My hand is instantly wrapped around his cock, a grunt being let out against my mouth as I start to toy with him, taking my time just as he is with me.

"Naughty girl" he utters with a soft nibble on my bottom lip, then pulling his fingers out and sucking on them gently. I lean up to meet his lips, tasting myself as I kiss him deeply. Already he's rock hard in my hand as my grip tightens a little more to pump him gently. "You've been driving me fucking crazy since I first saw you again Darbs".

And he thinks that he hasn't with me? This vacation has felt like falling in love all over again, and even more than I thought I already had done.

With a strong flip, I'm on top of him, rough palms running down my waist to my hips, helping to lift me up slightly and then set me down onto the hard muscle that I'm all but weeping for. The moans leave us from the moment that we connect.

"Told you we'd have you riding by the time you left here". He hisses as I begin to move on him, now sitting up and bringing one of his hands to rest on the back of my head. Fingers tangling between my hair and then tugging sharply so as my neck is exposed to his mouth.

I feel him swell more inside of me as I continue to move on him, picking up the pace with the desperate need to curb the rising ache of want that my abdomen has been giving me since he kissed me earlier.

"Steve".

The only word I can say is his name in ragged breath as we find perfect rhythm, the tip of his cock hitting inside of me so hard that I know the ache I'll feel tomorrow will be worth it.

He's deeper within me than I could have thought and I grab onto his biceps to keep myself atop him, the thrusts becoming more vigorous and my mind beginning to spiral to the point where I know nothing and no one else will matter but him.

My hands slide around to his shoulder blades, and my nails dig into skin - quite possibly breaking it so it will bleed. "Harder". I beg to which I hear him chuckle in the most delicious way possible.

"That's my girl, let me hear you beg, you were always so polite".

"Please..." The word leaves me as a pained squeak.

His hand tugs my hair hard, his teeth leaving bite marks and bruised skin in it's wake on my neck. "Still too polite Darbs...you can scream this place down as much as you like and no one will hear you - trust me".

It's clear I won't have any ovaries left by the end of this and that's another thing I trust him to achieve.

My mind is still reeling and now he can sense that we're close because he wraps his arms around me to keep me pressed both down on and against him. He can feel how tight I am and now turns my head so I'm looking straight at him. "Make that mess all over me Darbs, don't be shy..." Eyes staring deep into mine that I'm sure I can see his soul just as he can mine. "Go on! Scream this fucking place down".

There's an urgency in his tone that tells me he's on the edge, but his words are enough to do just that to me, and as I all but scream out my release, I feel the hot ribbons of cum begin to tangle inside of me, filling me whole until a mix of our release begins to seep from me.

We're both slick with a sheen of sweat across our skin as we fight for breath, both of us now looking at one another before our lips meet again, swollen from the hurried kisses we've already exchanged.

My body feels weak against his and he gently rolls me over, then pulling out and looking down at me. I reach up and caress his cheek with my thumb, to which he turns his head slightly so as he can place a kiss on it.

There's nothing more to say, and we fall into well deserved slumber tangled up with one another for the rest of the night.

**

The light shines through the gaps in the blinds as I squint on opening my eyes, checking the time and realising just exactly what had happened last night. Steve's asleep next to me, and now I can see him properly, the tattoos he has on his chest and upper arms as well as well as over his collarbone and shoulder.

All hidden.

But there are scars too, and I instantly know they're from the accident.

The feeling of guilt begins to set in as I know that he's still with Sharon, even if they are about to end things. I don't want to the other woman, but now I realise that maybe I have for the longest time. Whether Sharon knows that or not is unknown to me, but to Steve? He knows.

I have to leave. This was a mistake and I slip quietly from the bed and dress, sneaking out and back to my cabin so I can finish packing what I need before leaving.

Do I regret last night? 

No, because now it's made me see that perhaps I am no better than any other person who has done this. I'll never regret Steve, or what we have/had - but I'll regret that I haven't been able to go about it in a more suitable way.

I quickly take my cases to the rental car, my head a complete mess.

Should I say goodbye?

Perhaps not. It'll only make things complicated than we've already made them.

Instead I put my keys into the box that the guests leave them in when checking out, and then look back at the ranch as I go to get into my car.

Last night was our goodbye, and some things are best left unsaid - even if we both know already what they are.