His Enchantress (Steve x Reader)

Chapter 10

"Blessed" by Thomas Rhett was playing softly while Sam and Bucky were bantering back and forth. Steve was still playing in your hair as you looked out past the balcony to the compound grounds. You were enjoying the music and every once in a while Steve would say something to you to keep your attention on him. He seemed to be very doting on you, and when he recognized the songs he would hum along to them.
"This song is pretty" Steve commented as it was getting close to supper time and he would have to leave.
"Can you imagine a love like that?" you said with a whimsical tone, your eyes lighting up. Steve smiled and nodded.
"I think I can," he said, looking at you endearingly. "One that hits you so hard with just a look and a quick smile and you're a goner" he said as though he was speaking from experience.
"You sound like you lived it" you said a little coyly.
Steve smiled, thinking back to the smile and look you gave him at the bar when he first met you and he chuckled. "You never know" he finally gave in and spoke.
"Steve, it's almost supper time. I gotta get these chairs back up to my room" Sam announced.
"So soon?" you asked, moving to sit up. Steve's fingers brushed against your collarbone and you looked at him in surprise, but his face didn't give anything away.
"He's still got a couple of minutes" Sam said easily while both he and Bucky got up. Sam took the chairs and left, while Bucky stood with his back to the two of you, rocking Tibbs who was just lapping up the extra affection.
"I was wondering, can I draw you tonight?" Steve asked, a slight flush on his cheeks.
"Draw me?" you asked in shock.
"Yeah, you" he nodded. "I like to draw and paint in my downtime..." he trailed off.
"He also likes to take photographs" Bucky inserted with a knowing smirk. "And I don't want to be his model again," he added quickly. You looked between the two of them and finally nodded in consent.
"Sure, I don't mind being your model for the night" you gave a uncertain smile.
"Muse, you're my muse" Steve corrected, reaching out to touch your hair again.
"I think Tibbs might be a better one" you giggled at your purring raccoon who was like putty in Bucky's arms.
"Speaking of which, when you come up, can I borrow him for a bit?" Bucky asked.
"I thought you had plans tonight," you said in confusion.
"I just need some time for myself tonight, I thought it might be fun to introduce Tibbs to my cat Alpine. I want to see if they get along" he explained, the lie coming off his tongue smoothly.
"Tibbs does like to interact with other animals. Sure! But if he misbehaves you have to bring him back to me right away," you spoke in warning.
"I don't think that will be a problem," Bucky shook his head.
"I'd better get him to the cafeteria. He gets hangry" you finally got off the swing and Steve stood up at the same time. Bucky handed you Tibbs and you cooed to him. Steve opened your door for you and you gave a quick smile.
"I'll come get you after supper" Steve advised, his eyes hooded as he looked you up and down slowly. You flushed and nodded before walking into your apartment. He closed the door behind you and you turned around to see them both climbing over the railing and leaving.

At supper Tibbs was the main source of entertainment at the table. Jillian was telling you about how she was going out to another club tonight since you kept shooting her down whenever she insisted that you should join. You made her promise to check in with you so you would know what was going on during the night, and if she needed a pickup to just let you know. You both had dessert and promised to meet up in the morning around eight to catch up a bit more before you were headed to the mall. You wanted to get to the stores before the bigger crowds came out, and you also failed to inform her that Steve would be with you as well.
When you got back to your room you double checked yourself in the mirror and touched up your makeup, and brushed your hair before pulling it into a ponytail. You went to your living room and were about to sit down when there was a knock on your door. You opened it quickly and Steve was standing there in a pair of blue jeans and a tight white t-shirt.

"Hi" he said, his hand up on the top of the door frame and he was leaning in towards you. He was surprisingly close, but you didn't back away. You liked him seeming so confident in his own skin. He dipped his head down a little and you thought for a second that he was going to kiss you. "Are you ready?" he asked in a whisper. You couldn't help but think your panties wouldn't survive this man with his flirtatious attitude towards you. You were ashamed to admit that you could feel yourself getting wet by such a small thing.
"I'll just grab Tibbs" you turned around, feeling a little flustered. Tibbs came to you easily and you picked him up. You cradled him close to your body and snapped on his leash, just in case. Steve took a step back and once you closed your door he offered you his arm. You blushed, but you threaded your spare arm through his and he started leading you to the elevators that went to the Avenger's floors. You had counted from the outside that there are four floors all together in the compound. Steve selected the second floor and you went up. He gave you a sideways smile and you gave a smile back, a bucket of nerves.
"I'm on the second floor with Bucky and Sam," he explained, and the doors opened. Tibbs was looking all around and making a racket when the first door opened up and there stood Bucky with a white cat you assumed to be Alpine on his shoulder.
"Tibby!" he exclaimed in excitement and held out his hands. You made your way over to him and hesitantly handed him Tibbs and his leash. "I'll wait up for you kids to finish" he gave his flirtatious smile and Steve glowered at him. Bucky went back into his apartment and Steve continued guiding you with his hand in the small of your back.
Steve's apartment was the second one down and when he opened the door you were surprised at how large it was. It was much bigger than your place. Bookshelves took up a majority of the walls in his living room, filled with sketch books, art supplies and then one spot for his war memorabilia. You saw awards and accolades on the walls of his living room as he started showing you around.
"This is my living room" Steve pointed to the large black leather plush couch, loveseat and chair in the center of the room, with a large screen tv on the wall. "Kitchenette" he gestured to a small kitchenette, a little bigger than your own. He led you gently with his hand in the small of your back still to the three doors at the back of the room. "Bathroom" he said opening one door and you couldn't help but marvel that it looked so clean. It was larger than yours, but you were starting to get used to that. Next he led you down to the bedroom in the center and you could see that he had a balcony, much like you did off his bedroom. His room was sparsely decorated, and you felt like it could use a woman's touch. You didn't want to admit that you wanted to be the one to add the touches however. The final room was his office that had lots of books on the walls, a computer, a desk and a chair. You could tell this room was used frequently, and you wondered how much work he brought home with him.
"It's a beautiful apartment" you gushed, thinking you wouldn't know what to do with that big of a space.
"It's a bit too much space for me" he said, a little bashfully. "Maybe if I had someone to share it with, we could take out the office and make it into a nursery" he grinned and you felt your face glow red thinking the woman that caught his eye would be one lucky woman. "That is until of course we buy a house" he added as he led you towards the couch.
"Not that you have it planned out or anything" you teased.
"Oh I have big plans for our future" he said with a smirk and you looked at him with a smile, but felt a little heartbreak thinking he had someone in mind already. The flash of pain across your face wasn't missed by Steve. He ran his fingers under the hem of your shirt, touching your bare skin. You gave a shiver and he guided you to sit down in the living room on the couch. You sat down and looked at him over your shoulder as he went towards the kitchenette. He opened a cupboard and grabbed two wine glasses and pulled a bottle of rose wine and opened it. He poured the two glasses and brought them back into the living room and handed you your glass.
"Oh, thank you" you smiled in surprise.
"I noticed you mainly had rose wine in your apartment when we saw it" he said, and you blushed a little at his memory.
"I do enjoy it," you admitted.
"A toast, to new beginnings" Steve held out his glass and you tapped your glass against his and you both took a sip. He set down his glass and went to the record player in the corner of the room and he turned on some Etta James. The song "At last" filled the room and Steve smirked and held out a hand to you.
"What?" you asked in confusion.
"Dance with me?" he asked, with a slow easy smile.
"Um... okay" you nodded, entranced by him and you stood up. You took another sip of your wine and set your glass down next to his and accepted his hand. He pulled you close to his body, holding one hand to the side and one hand in the small of your back as he started swaying you to the music. His fingers slipped slightly under your shirt again, and he kept you so close that your breasts were pressed against his chest. He dipped his head down and you felt the scratch of his beard against your forehead, and the telltale softness of his lips. You looked up at him shocked, but he only smiled down at you. You weren't sure if he had kissed your forehead or not, but you were too embarrassed to ask. You wanted to open your mind and peek into his to see what he was thinking, but you knew that was morally wrong. He pulled you a little closer to him and you could feel his hard length pressing against his jeans. You blushed, but pretended not to notice. The song finished and he stopped, bringing his hand up behind your head and he tilted it back and smiled down at you with a soft smile.
"Are you ready?" Steve asked.
"For?" you asked, feeling a little lost in his blue eyes.
"For me to draw you" he chuckled, his chest vibrating against you. You licked your lips and his eyes dilated as his focus went to your lips.
"Are you going to draw me like one of your French girls?" you asked with a giggle, taking a step back regretfully, teasing him again.
"I understood that reference," he chuckled. "I don't mind if we do" he winked and you blushed a scarlet red. "I do have one request though" he said, taking a step into your personal bubble again.
"What's that?" you asked, licking your lips again.
"This," he said, pulling your hair tie out and grinned mischievously. Your long hair fell down your back and he smirked victoriously. He ran his fingers through your hair and you shivered unintentionally.
"Where do you want me?" you asked, looking up at him innocently.
"Oh dove, that is a double edged question" he said with a purr, looking at you with hooded eyes. "On the couch" he gestured and you went and sat down again. He went and grabbed his sketching supplies and came back to sit on the plush chair near you. You took another good sip of your wine and curled up on the couch, making sure your hair was partially in front of you as well as splayed across the back of the couch.
"Is this okay?" you asked worriedly.
"As long as it's you, it's perfect" he winked. You thought again about peeking into Steve's thoughts, but held back. "You can still drink your wine, just try to stay still," he said.
"I will" you nodded, sitting still and watching him. His hands moved across the pages with ease with his warm up before he grabbed a larger sketch book and he started on his project. His eyes are constantly flicking from the pages to you. You felt heated under his gaze. You were consciously aware that your panties were damp as he looked at you. You felt like you were being undressed by his eyes. You squeezed your thighs together in response, and Steve stopped to look at you. You covered it by reaching for your wine and taking a sip and setting the glass down again.

"Tell me about your family" Steve finally broke the silence. You gave a sigh of relief to talk about something finally. You went into telling him about your parents and your overprotective brother. You admitted your brother might end up coming down soon to check up on you. He kept probing you with questions, trying to learn more about you. You were happy to give him any answers he was looking for, being careful not to bring up your abilities or your families abilities. When you finished your wine, Steve paused to get you a refill, and he went back to his sketching. He told you candid stories about him and Bucky growing up and his mom. You wanted him to keep talking, but your alarm went off on your watch and you looked at it in surprise. It was already midnight.
"I better get going. This was fun" you stood up. "Can I see it?" you asked, drinking the rest of your wine down.
"It's not ready yet. Maybe I'll finish it next weekend. Saturday work for you?" Steve asked with a confidence that you wished you had.
"Sure" you readily agreed. "I'll let myself out" you said as you went and put your glass in his sink.
"I can walk you" he set everything down, seeming to disagree.
"I'm okay" you promised. "This was a lot of fun. I need to get Tibbs too" you added. "I hope Bucky is still awake," you said in a rush.
"I insist" Steve shook his head and he followed you to the door. You flushed, feeling small beside him as he walked you out. He placed his hand on the small of your back again and he led you to Bucky's door. You knocked and Bucky showed up at the door with Tibbs in his arms and Alpine on his shoulder.
"Thank you Bucky" you flashed him a smile.
"Don't forget I get him after breakfast tomorrow" Bucky grinned, handing over Tibbs.
"Good night" you held your precious raccoon and headed to the elevator. Steve got in beside you and he put in for the first floor. He still had his hand in the small of your back, and his fingers rubbing small circles under your shirt onto your skin. You got to your room and paused.
"Thank you for tonight, I had fun spending time with you," you smiled up at him. Steve put his arm at the top of the door frame and he leaned over you again. His face got close to yours and he smirked as if he knew you were incredibly turned on.
"I'll see you in the morning, dove" he kissed your forehead and waited for you to walk into your apartment before he walked away. He looked over his shoulder to grin at you. You couldn't help but think that he was so attractive with all the confidence. Tomorrow morning couldn't come fast enough.