Wait for the Signal: A Royalty Steve Rogers Story

Thirteen

Steve

It was late. The party had just finished. Elenor was only a tad tipsy. I was damn near drunk.

Elenor, Bucky, Nat, and I sat in my room. Bucky and Nat were already sprawled on the couch.

"Would your father kill me if we stayed here Steve?"

"You could...perhaps they could stay in my room? No one ever checks in there."

"I don't see why not. My father is plastered. Absolutely obliterated."

Elenor

I smiled, setting my head back. "I don't think I have ever been truly drunk." I said.

"Never?"

"Where was I supposed to acquire alcohol Steven?"

"Well you have had drinks with me in the past."

"Not enough to do any damage."

He handed me some wine. "I'd enjoy seeing it."

"I cannot risk feeling sick tomorrow morning."

"Alright." He said. I looked at the dark wine.

"Well, maybe it wouldn't be too bad."

Steve chuckled.

After a few more drinks that we all had, I could really feel it. I grabbed Steve's arm after a bit. He set his hand on my thigh. I rubbed his forearm with my thumb.

He glanced at me. "Oh you have hit the spot haven't you?"

I gave him a tiny nod. He smiled.

"You gonna be alright?"

I nodded again. He kissed my cheek. Bucky and Natasha were drunk as well.

"I just feel tired."

He chuckled. "Come here."

Steve

Elenor laid her head on my shoulder. She still had her nice dress on. I don't think she wanted to take it off.

She played with the bottom part of my suit. I played with her hair.

"We're going to bed." Natasha said.

"Good night." I said. They left.

Elenor sat up. "Suppose we should get ready for bed."

"Yes." I said. I sat up, helping her up with me.

I went to my closet, finding her night gown that I would keep for her. She changed while I took off my clothes. I got down to my underpants and tunic, coming back to bed.

Elenor was sitting at the end of the bed. She gave me a smirk.

"Please fuck me."

She never swore. I smirked, holding her chin up. She laid back on the bed.

"Please. I'm begging."

"No. You are something while drunk."

"It is the only time that I actually feel like someone." She mumbled. I moved on top of her, pecking her lips.

"You are someone all of the time."

"I am not. You know I am not and there is no denying that."

I moved beside her on the bed, setting my hand on her abdomen. I held myself up with my opposite arm.

"You are so hard on yourself love."

"Nope. I am not hard on myself. I just make sure I am aware that my life is not handed out nicely and that I will not get what I want."

"Are you taking a stab at me right now?" I asked, smiling.

"Of course not Steve. I just... sometimes I just want to make sure you still love me."

I pulled her into a soft kiss. She obviously overthought things while intoxicated.

"I love you no matter what. Morning, midday, evening, I love you. God I love to watch you wake up. I love to watch you work. I love to see your eyes sparkle. I love when you're soft and timid. I love when you open up.."

I looked down. She had tears in her eyes.

"I despise being in a drunken state."

I laughed, kissing her head.

"No?"

She sniffed, shaking her head. "You are so sweet to me."

I moved my hand to wipe her stray tears. "I know that I can be a sass and I have a temper. But you know that no matter what, you put up with me. And you mean more to me than anyone else in the world."

She let another tear fall. I laughed, kissing her.

"I need to go to sleep."

I swiftly pulled her up to the pillows. She got under the covers, lazily taking her robe off.

"Steve."

"Ella."

"Don't call me that." She whined.

"You love it." I said. I pulled her in, kissing her neck.

"I love you."

"Do you?" I asked. She sighed. I could feel her eye roll, even if I couldn't see her face.

"Goodnight Steven."

"Goodnight lovely." I whispered.

~~~

I woke up to a slight breeze coming into the room. I sighed, reaching to Elenor's side of the bed. I felt the empty sheets, cold.

I sat up, looking around the room. The balcony door was open.

I got out of bed, going out. I found Elenor standing out there. Her robe fell over her shoulders, stopping at her elbows. Her hair was down, moving in the wind.

I came over, pulling her in by her waist. She hummed.

"You alright?"

"I feel so sick." She said.

"That happens with alcohol." I said.

"Not too fond of it." She said.

"Fresh air helping?"

"Mhm."

"You know what else would help? Coming back to bed. By the way, you look very angelic."

"Thank you."

"Come on, back to bed."

She followed me. I gave her hand a squeeze as we got back inside.

"I should get up. I mean your father is not keen on us.."

"He's drunker than you were last night. We are just fine."

"Alright." She said. She laid in bed again. I pulled her close to my body.

"I love you." I whispered.

"I love you too."

I rubbed her back until she was fast asleep again. And fairly soon, I had followed.