Loving The Captain

Chapter 30

A/N: This chapter is a lemon, as you can see by the title. There's a hint of femdom play, a hint of roughness. Just to want everyone. Votes and comments are appreciated! Thanks everyone!

Cora turned over in bed and shivered, reaching out for Steve. When her hands found nothing but cold sheets, she sat up, rubbing her eyes. Looking at the clock on Steve's night stand she saw that it was half past three in the morning. Groaning, she climbed out of the cold bed and donned her silk bathrobe.

Padding barefoot across the floor, she opened the bedroom door and stepped into the living room. It was dark, the only light coming from the street far below the windows. Standing in front of the floor to ceiling window, she found Steve.

He was leaning with his left forearm against the glass, looking out at the city below them. In his right hand he held a glass of scotch. He still wore his party clothes, but the top few buttons of his shirt were undone and it was no longer tucked into his pants. His hair was also disheveled, as though he had been running his hands through it. Looking down, Cora saw that he had also taken off his shoes.

Cora knew he had heard her come out, but he made no move or sign to acknowledge it.

Going over to him, Cora wrapped her arm around his waist, and tucked herself into his left side. "Steve, Sweetheart. Come to bed."

Steve sighed and downed the rest of his drink. He brought his left arm down and wrapped it around her shoulders, pulling her close. Still not saying anything, he continued to stare out the window, watching as cars drove past, knowing that the streets themselves would be noisy, but none of that noise actually making it to the apartment.

"Steve." Cora said more firmly. "Come to bed, Steve."

Taking a deep breath, Steve turned, setting his glass down on the mantle of the fire place. "Sorry, Doll. I guess I got lost in my thoughts. Lost track of time."

Cora went up onto her tip toes and pressed a kiss to his rough cheek. "It's alright." Not giving him a chance to argue, Cora led him by the hand to the bedroom. Closing the door behind her, Cora went about finishing unbuttoning Steve's shirt. He allowed her to push it down off of his arms, watching as she pulled the material away, and laid it across the high back chair in front of the window.

Running her hands down his bare arms, Cora brought her hands to the bottom of the white tank top that he wore and lifted it, pulling the shirt up and over his head.

Steve swallowed noticeably as Cora ran her hands down his bare chest and to his stomach, continuing down until she met his belt. Undoing the buckle and gently tugging the leather from his pants, it joined the growing pile on the chair.

When her fingers pulled down the zipper of his pants, Steve groaned deep in his throat as her knuckles brushed against his groin. Noticing this, Cora bit her bottom lip and looked up at him from under heavy lidded eyes. "Steve?"

Steve reached out and pulled her into a deep, mouth watering kiss. As he dominated her mouth, Cora pushed his pants down and cupped the palm of her hand against his sac.

"Mmm, Doll." His voice was rough and full of need as he pressed into the palm of her hand. Both loving and hating the feel of her hand through the black material of his boxer briefs.

Cora pulled away from his mouth and pushed on his shoulders to make him sit on the foot of the bed. She removed his pants from around his ankles, and then his underwear followed.

Kneeling on the floor between his knees, Cora gently ran her tongue up his shaft. Glancing up, she saw Steve throw his head back and he gave a loud moan.