His Enchantress (Steve x Reader)

Chapter 20

When you got to the compound, Pietro and Steve brought in your boxes and bags and helped you bring it to your room. Pietro kissed your knuckles before he left, much to Steve's chagrin. You kicked off your shoes, and Steve took out his and Sam's copies of books while you looked at each book carefully and did a happy dance while putting the new books into your bookcases. Steve took a seat in one of your stuffed chairs and watched you with adoration evident on his face. You were so excited at your new reads, and he was overjoyed to see your facial reactions as you went through each book.
"Is my girl happy?" Steve asked as you got to the end of the second box and you just had two bags left.
"Exuberant" you gave him a wide smile. "I've never been so spoiled in all my life" you admitted.
"Get used to it" he chuckled proudly.
"How can you afford this?" you suddenly asked, and he hid a smirk.
"Doll, you don't have to worry about that. Just let me spoil you and take care of you" Steve shook his head.
"You should let me take care of you too" you purred, going on your hands and knees and crawling towards him. You got to him and put your hands on his thighs as you sat up, and he ran his fingers through your hair.
"We will get to that dove, finish putting away your books. There's more to the date planned, and I'm not sharing my time with you anymore today" he warned you.
"What about tonight?" you asked.
"It's a little presumptive, but I've made arrangements for Tibbs to spend the night with Bucky" he warned you.
"You did?!" you asked in shock.
"I'm keeping you all to myself" he nodded.
"Tibbs needs his kibble or else he will get into Alpine's food" you frowned.
"Bucky's got it all handled, dove. Tonight let's just focus on you and me" he leaned forward and brushed his lips against your own.
"Hmm... What's planned for the afternoon?" you asked.
"It's a surprise. You'll see" he promised. "Put your books away, and take out the one you want to read and put it aside for us to pick up later" he suggested.
"Okie dokie," you said and moved away, going back to putting your books away. You took the book you wanted to read the most, the same one Steve bought for him and Sam as well, only the first book in the duet. You put it to the side, and sat back to look proudly at your entire collection. You took a picture and sent it to Jillian and she sent a heart in response. You didn't fill her in too much yet, wanting to see what the next surprise was. You got up and brushed yourself off, ran to the bathroom to freshen up and came back out. Steve was waiting for you still on the chair, and you went and sat on his lap and nuzzled in.
"Are you ready?" he asked you.
"As I can be. Should I bring some flats?" you asked.
"Yes, better safe than sorry" he nodded. You went and grabbed a pair of black ballerina flats and put them in your purse. You slipped back into your heels and grabbed your keys. Steve came over and opened the door for you and you walked out. He closed the door behind him and you locked it. He took your hand again, and the two of you headed back out to the car.

"Oh Steve!" you exclaimed as he pulled up to the Metropolitan gallery of art.
"Are you surprised?" he asked hopefully.
"I've never been here before," you admitted.
"Good, then I chose the right place," he seemed pleased. "They have a few special installations that you might like," he said as took your hand and kissed the knuckles. "Wait right there for me."
You sat in your seat until Steve ran around the car and he opened your door for you to get out. You slid out and took his offered hand before he locked the car doors and led you to the front of the museum. You had seen so many pictures over the years of celebrities going to the MET each year, and you were feeling a bit overwhelmed. Steve held you close and paid for the tickets to get in before the two of you took a guided tour of the museum.

Steve seemed really to really be enjoying himself, and at one point you slipped on your flats instead of your heels, and Steve carried your heels for you instead of you trying to carry them. The tour was a few hours long, but highly worth it. Afterwards the two of you went to the MET dining room and had a wonderful experience. The food was highly worth it, and both you and Steve discussed the various art installations. Your feet were still hurting from walking in heels most of the day, so you stayed in the flats. Steve never made a word of complaint, and carried your shoes back to the car after getting you in the passenger seat. He helped buckle you in, and set your shoes to the side.
"How was that?" he asked hopefully.
"It was wonderful" you cooed.
"Good, let's head back" Steve ran around to get in the driver's seat. "Maybe the next time they have one of those gala nights at the MET we can go" Steve suggested.
"You need an invitation and the prices are astronomical," you replied quickly.
"We get an invite every year. I think the only ones that go are Tony and Pepper. I can afford the tickets, not to worry, dove. I just want an excuse to have you on my arm" he winked as though it was a done deal. You squeezed his offered hand, not saying anything in response quite yet.

He drove you both back to the compound and led you to your room. You put your heels away, and went and got your new book as well as the pink negligee that Steve seemed to like so much. You dabbed on your perfume again, and came out to see Steve waiting by the door.
"I just checked in with Bucky, Tibbs is thoroughly spoiled and resting with Alpine on one of his cat trees" Steve updated you.
"Thank you" you smiled, wrapping your arms around him. He kissed the top of your head and held you close for a moment.

"Are you ready to be my muse?" Steve asked you. "All you gotta do is read" he said as he went to get you a glass of wine.
"You had me at reading," you giggled, teasingly. You went to his bathroom and changed into the pink negligee and came back out. Steve had a broad smile go across his face, and his lustful gaze went over you.

"Have a seat" he set down your wine glass in the same spot as last time and you grabbed your book before taking a seat. He grabbed his sketch pad and you relaxed as he started sketching.

You took a few sips of wine, but remained focused on your book. It was a stalker romance called Saint by Harmony West, and you could barely put it down. You started imagining Steve as the main male protagonist, and doing things like that to you and you had to clench your thighs together in response. You could only see Steve as the hero though, not as a serial killer. But if the villains were Hydra, you knew nothing would be off limits.
Eventually you finished your glass of wine, and Steve put down his drawing to go get you a refill. He came back and his hands were black with charcoal and you giggled but took his hand regardless.
"Dove, I need to wash up," he chuckled. "You'll get dirty" he shook his head.
"So make me dirty" you said flirtatiously. "Then we can shower today and conserve some water" you added in a husky breath.
"Don't tempt me" he said, licking his lips as his eyes flicked up and down your form. You took his hand and put it on the visible skin on your chest and grinned.
"Looks like we both need to clean up" you looked at him with hooded eyes and he didn't waste time. You put your book to the side just in time for him to pick you up and carry you to the bathroom, and he kicked the door closed behind him. He claimed your lips hungrily, and you wrapped your legs around him in response. His tongue was gentle against your own, rubbing and thoroughly making you wish that there were less clothes in the way.
"This is not how I imagined our first time" Steve warned you, pulling back.
"How did you imagine it?" you asked, running your hands up and down his back.
"Let me show you" he said, putting you down to go wash his hands. He took a cloth and wiped where the charcoal had gotten on your skin. You didn't have the heart to stop him, you wanted him to move at his own pace. As soon as he was done, he set the cloth to the side and he picked you up again. You reached for the door handle and he carried you into his bedroom. You looked around curiously at the decor for a moment before his lips claimed your own again. His beard was scratching you slightly, but you reveled in it. He pushed you up against the wall closest to the door and pressed himself against you. You ran your fingers through his hair, trying to pull him impossibly closer. He thrust his hips and you moaned at the friction against your clit.
"We need a safe word" Steve pulled back from the kiss.
"Why on earth would we need a safe word?" you asked.
"Just humor me. We use the word and everything stops" he kissed along the side of your neck.
"Okay, how about Enchantress" your words turned into a moan as he hit just the right spot. You were trying to tell him in your own way about your ability, without saying it out loud. Steve paused for a moment and looked at you curiously but nodded and claimed your lips again.
"Okay, you say it. We stop" he agreed.
"Steve, there's something I need to tell you" you started to tell him and he pulled back.
"What is it?" he asked worriedly. His body went almost rigid from the thought of stopping. You didn't want to stop, you wanted so badly to continue.
"I really care for you" you said softly, you knew you were falling madly in love with him and eventually he would need to know your secret. But for now you just couldn't bring yourself to tell him the truth. He deserved it, you knew that much.
"I really care about you too dove," he said as he moved you from the wall to the bed and he sat you down.