Worship Her - Steve Rogers (AU)

Chapter 11

"How's it been now Steve is back?" Nat asked Maggie one morning a couple of weeks later.

Quiet. If anything. When she rolled in from work, he was obviously asleep in the main house, not getting up until late afternoon- by then she was at work so they had barely seen one another since the whole pool incident. In fact, Maggie had seen more of Wanda than she had Steve. Not that she was complaining.

"Not seen him, most of the time he's either passed out or probably shut away in a room somewhere, which works for me".

Nat laughed. "Well as long as you're not about to kill him, or each other".

"What's to say I haven't already?" She let out a sinister laugh. "It's only temporary anyway, until I get enough money to actually afford to rent a place and eat".

"I suppose the free living is making that easier".

"It certainly helps. I did offer to give him some money but he said no". She'd offered many times, even leaving an envelope with some on the kitchen table for him, but it had promptly been returned through the guesthouse door with the message, 'no charge, Magpie'  written on the front of it.  All she paid for was her groceries, and even then sometimes she'd come home and find her fridge filled, courtesy of Wanda. She became too tired to protest about not wanting charity.

Nat nodded. "Sounds like Steve - he don't make a girl pay for nothing". She grinned, "unless it's through sex, in which case there's no money involved there", now winking. "You'd do well to get to know him though. I know he wants to - and he's trying".

"We'll see". Maggie shrugged. "Right now we don't see one another so it's working out perfectly fine in my opinion".

"You'll have to at some point". Nat shrugged.

"I know..."

Maggie didn't want to think of him right now anyway. She didn't want to think of him full stop - however that was proving to be a problem as the days went by and the more she stayed. The sooner she saved up her money, the faster she could get away - and hopefully he wouldn't track her or her phone number.

The evening got underway with the usual music entertainment from one of the in house bands. It was going well until suddenly an influx of people began to pour in - mainly women.

"The hell is going on?" Maggie frowned as they all appeared to be crowding around a booth in the corner.

Peter came up. "Steve Rogers is here".

For fuck sake - couldn't he just find somewhere else to drink instead of the place that she worked?

Taking the tray of Peter that contained his order, Maggie headed over to the table, yelling the occasional "excuse me! Move assholes!" To the people who were blocking her way. Finally she reached the table where Steve was sat, smoking a cigarette with his arm around a girl.

"Magpie! Come to join the party!" He grinned

He was high and drunk. Great. Glancing to security they simply gave one another a knowing look before she put the tray onto the table. Two bottles of champagne and a bottle of whiskey - and this was apparently just the start. "I have to work, and you need rehab - or life support with the way you're going".

Leaning across the table, he kissed her hand. "You're my life support Magpie..."

"Which is why you're sat here with your arm around a groupie- you'd best not fuck up my evening". She glared.

"Jealousy doesn't suit you Magpie". Steve sat back and took a long drag of his cigarette. "But if anything, you look hotter somehow when you're all pissed off and angry...I'm already getting hard".

Maggie snorted at this. "Well you can sober up and tell your cock to stay in your pants".

"I'm sure this lovely lady here can take care of my problem if you won't?" He said, looking to the groupie who giggled before he stuck his tongue down her throat.

"Considering the troubles you've had since you met me? I don't think she'll be of any help to you and your little problem at all".  Maggie mused and turned, quickly walking away before he had a chance to respond.

If he was that into her like he had said? He'd leave the club and go home alone.

It was a test. A test for her - for him to try and get under her skin, try and make her jealous, but it wasn't working. If he wanted to know her so much and for her to know him? He could start but quitting the drinking and groupies. Only then would she know that he was serious.
'Serious' though? It wasn't a word that Steve used let alone undertook on a day to day basis. His whole life was a party - and it would only end in tears.

**

Maggie had noted Steve leaving with the girl whose throat he'd been sticking his tongue down later that evening, and rolled her eyes. It looked like Wanda would be evicting the newest guest in the morning. After the club closed an hour later, she headed back home, hearing giggling and some moaning coming from the backyard as she walked down the path towards the guesthouse.

Fantastic. They were having sex by the pool. That was the last thing that she needed, the moans of some random groupie being the music she fell asleep to - or in this case, not.

"AHEM!" She deliberately coughed loudly so as the pair - who were pretty much naked on top half - now looked up. "If you're gonna have sex, can you at least go inside so I don't have to listen"

Steve laughed and just grinned at her. "Or you could join us?"

"Not my thing - I hate sharing enough as it is". She raised a brow to which Steve looked at the girl, seemingly deciding what to do in this situation.

It would appear that despite his best efforts, his dick was remaining dormant for the evening- but his guest he'd brought home was so wine drunk that she hadn't even noticed her efforts were not paying off. It frustrated him to know that as soon as he'd look at Maggie? Something would stir.

"I'll call you a cab".

The girl just giggled with a "mhmmm" and then pretty much passed out on the sun lounger they were on.

"I'm not getting her dressed, you can see she makes it out the door". Maggie simply shrugged.

"Can you at least make sure she doesn't choke or something while I call a cab for her?" Steve rolled his eyes and drunkenly shuffled inside, emerging sometime later and seeing her still there. "She was helping me get my dick back to normal".

"I already told you that you need to see a damn doctor".

He huffed and then slurred. "Would be easier if we just fucked, then maybe that would help".

"You're wasted".

"No, I'm Steve".

"My point exactly". She glared and finally heard the cab outside. "Get her out of here".

Steve pulled the girl up and helped her out, coming back and looking at Maggie. "Satisfied?"

"Well I know you're not - can't you go a night without drinking yourself into a coma?"

"No, because it's not who I am! This is me! Steve fucking Rogers - I like to drink, I like to smoke, and I would very much like a fuck a girl at some point in the near future! But I can't because you won't let me!" His drunken rant ended with him pointing an accusing finger at her.

She stared at him. "Me? I've done nothing!"

"Exactly! You fucking exist and because of that? I haven't had a girl in ages! Because all I want is you!"

On this she stormed up to him and pulled him down by the neck onto his lips, kissing him hard. His arms wrapped around her waist pulling her against his bare and tattooed chest.

She indulged him and his kiss for a moment, before pulling away and then shoving him backwards into the pool. "What the! What the fuck was that for!" He yelled as he emerged from under the water and shook out his wet hair, sobriety kind of coming back to him.

She stared down at him, knowing that was all that he could have for now. "One thing that you need to learn Steve? Is that you can't always get what you want, and nor will it come to you easily either".