Tale as Old as Time

Chapter 24

The next couple of months Chris and I were having sex constantly. Not actually the recommended way to go about getting pregnant, but man was it fun. Chris was getting into shape for filming Captain America: Civil war. So his life pretty much just working out and fucking. He was exhausted a lot.

He gave up smoking. Like just flat out cold turkey stopped. He wanted there to remove every pregnancy risk he could. It did mean he got quite annoyingly stroppy sometimes, but he stuck with it. I was so proud of him.

I discovered Hot Toys. I have no idea how I didn't know these things existed. I think maybe Chris must have been hiding them from me because when I bought some and I showed him he groaned really loudly.

"Look how good they are. It looks just like you." I said holding up my Steve Rogers. I'd bought the Steve Rogers and Captain America Stealth suit double pack, a Winter Soldier, a Black Widow and a Loki.

"You have me. Why do you need that?" Chris asked.

"Pfft... you ain't no Steve Rogers, fam!" I scoffed, carefully pulling out the Loki doll from it's box.

Chris pulled himself upright. "Excuse me, Ma'am. I think you'll find I am exactly Steve Rogers."

I raised my eyebrows at him. "Oh Steve, I always like when you visit. That sure is a nice beard you've grown though."

Chris threw his head back laughing. I held the Loki and Steve dolls up in front of me. "Look, it's my babies." I started moving them so it looked like they were making out. "Oh Loki, I'm not that kind of man." I said dropping my voice low.

"Please don't make the Tom and Chris dolls make out." Chris said, giggling.

"It's Steve and Loki. And you're right. I should be doing some Steve and Bucky. I do love me some Stucky." I said.

Chris took the dolls off me and put them on the coffee table. "I prefer Steve and Emily." He smiled, leaning over me.

"Oh yeah. Stemily. It's a crack ship, but it's a good one." I said, nuzzling at Chris' neck.

Chris laughed. "I don't think any of what you just said was English."

He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. His mouth hovered over mine. He stayed like that looking into my eyes, breathing my air. A low buzz crept through my skin and my scalp tingled.

"What are you doing?" I breathed.

He slid his free hand up my thigh. "Say my name." He growled.

I swallowed. My chest felt tight. "Chris."

He shook his head. "Try again, Miss."

I smiled. "Steve?"

"That's right. I missed you." Chris ran his nose up my throat and brought his lips to mine. I hummed into his mouth and pushed my hands up under his henley.

He moved his lips to my throat and sucked a patch of my skin, pressing his teeth down. "Oh god." I moaned. "I missed you too, my captain."

Chris grinned at me. "I like when you call me captain."

I shifted on the couch so that Chris was between my legs. "I like calling you captain. I like when my captain tells me what to do. I like to make him happy."

"Oh do you now? What kinds of things would you do for your captain?" Chris asked. He wasn't really even trying to be Steve Rogers right now. He was a little giggly and he pushed his crotch against mine.

I licked up his neck and nibbled on his earlobe. "What do you want, captain?" I purred. "You want me to suck your dick? You want to fuck? You can put it where ever you want."