Wait for the Signal: A Royalty Steve Rogers Story

Six*

"Steven. I'd like you to meet Wanda Maximoff. She's from over seas. Sokovia...right?"

"Yes my king."

"Wonderful. Steve, would you like to take her out on a quick walk? Maid! Go get these two some wine."

I walked out, going to get them wine. I came out, setting it out in the gardens. They were walking and talking. Steve glanced at me for half a second. I walked away.

I felt jealousy settling in. I don't know why it was so strong. I knew this would happen. But it still stung.

I was leaving tomorrow. My life would change tomorrow.

It was a feeling that I could not handle.

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Steve sat with me in bed late at night. His arm was around me. I was snuggled up against him.

"Are you ready for tomorrow?" He asked. I nodded softly.

I felt a lot of emotions. All my life I had been a mere fly on the wall. Pushed around. Soon I'd be starting a new life. A fake one at that.

Steve kissed my neck, making me smile. He got me on the bed more.

"Can we?" He whispered.

"Yes."

He pulled my dress up over my head. I helped to take off his undergarments. Soon we were skin to skin.

He moved to peck my lips. I felt his cock at my entrance, making my back arch a little.

"Steve..."

"Relax love."

I relaxed. He carefully pushed into me. I set my hands on his waist.

It was quiet. He rested there for a moment, cocking his head a little.

"God." He whispered. "You've got me wrapped around your finger."

"Mm. I don't know about that. Wrapped around your cock maybe." I mumbled. He chuckled.

"You are something."

I rested my hand on his chest. He kissed me again. His skin was so soft. The candlelight made him glow.

His movements were slow and soft. I watched his strokes. I felt his movements deep inside of me.

I thought about the fact that even if I went through this, I still might not be able to marry him. He might do this to another woman and fall in love with her and I would be left with absolutely nothing because I chose to risk it all.

I could very easily lose him. Seeing him with the Maximoff girl made me realize how much of a charmer he was. He was so gentle. He was so good at listening. He could win absolutely anyone over.

"El.."

I glanced up at him. I realized he was blurry with tears. He slowed down.

"Oh gosh. Sorry. No I'm fine." I said. I tried blinking tears away. They ended up falling instead.

I rarely cried. I had no reason to. There was nothing very meaningful to cry about in life.

But some nights when everything was quiet, there were silent tears over the life I had. Which I felt selfish for.

And now I was selfishly crying thinking of a different woman getting the same love I did.

I felt him pull out. I whimpered.

"No- I'm alright.."

"You have never cried in front of me. We've done this for two winters."

"I'm alright." I said. I rubbed my eyes. Tears just continued to fall.

"Alright. Here." He said. He pulled the blankets over me, respecting my privacy. He pulled me in. I set my head on his shoulder.

"I do not know what's wrong.."

"You're emotional about everything happening. It's understandable."

"Yeah?"

"Yes."

I nodded. "Goodness. I'm fine. I'm alright."

He rubbed my back softly. I was pressed up against him.

"Yes. You are."

He held me close. I closed my eyes, letting him take me in his arms. It was quiet.

"What if I...what happens if I don't get chosen."

"I'm choosing you love."

"Yes. Right."

"Elenor. You will be alright."

I nodded, holding him close. My mind was running quite fast.

He kissed me again. This time it was different. It was loving and careful. It was my Steve.

I rolled him onto his back, climbing on top of him.

"Darling if you are not in the right mindset."

"Shhh. I'm alright."

I moved his cock back to my entrance, slowly sinking myself down. He held my hips.

"Oh my heavens.." he whispered. I hummed softly.

I wanted him to myself. In an odd, jealous way. He took my purity. I know I didn't take his, but I hoped to be his last. I was so selfish when it came to him.

I moved back and forth on him. He guided my hips for me.

"There...fuck El.."

He rarely cursed. Only in private moments like these. Only in quiet nights. Only ever with me.

I stayed quiet, continuing on him. My whole body was his alone.

He could do whatever he wanted to me.

"Shit. El- I'm going to..."

"Me too." I whispered. He continued to guide my body. My legs shook on either side of him. Soon I felt his hot seed coating my walls.

"Mmm. Fuck.." he whispered. His voice was low. Husky.

I continued to shake. Steve sat up, helping me off of him.

"Let's get you cleaned up."

"No-"

He picked me up bridal style, setting me in the pool of warm water. Set out every night for him.

I groaned. He got in behind me.

"Shhh." He said as he pulled me in, holding me close. I had barely even overcome my orgasm.

He grabbed some of his expensive soap, lathering it on my back. I set my head on my knees.

He moved my hair to one side as he worked. His muscular hands worked the expensive soap in.

"Please know that I am here for you if you have any other emotions about this. It is happening fast. I know it is far beyond your comfort zone."

"I feel better."

He slid his hand down my spine, making me shiver a bit.

"Everything I have, I would give to you in an instant if I could."

"You're too kind my lord."

"Not as kind as you Elenor."