unspoken thing |STEVE ROGERS 2|

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Steve and I got bunked up together, which made me nervous. This very well be the last night we have together because we were going into battle tomorrow. We may not live to see the evening tomorrow.

I had already changed into nightclothes that Laura had let me borrow and I sat crossed-legged on the bed, gnawing at my fingernails. Steve had called me the love of his life, which scared me. When he walked into the room and shot me a small smile before disappearing into the bathroom, I knew at that moment.

He was the love of my life as well.

Which made me antsier. 

"Are you feeling okay?" Steve asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. "You look a little preoccupied."

"Come here." I patted the bed next to me. As he did so, I turned to face him. "We need to talk about that night. The night you left."

Surprise splashed on his handsome features. "You want to talk about that now?"

"We might not get another chance," I said softly, biting my lip. "We've danced around the subject, but never really talked about it. I just want a full explanation."

Steve sighed and nodded. "You deserve that." He leaned forward as he started to talk. "When the Charlie helicarrier fell and I plunged into that water, I died. Which, you know because you gave some of your life to restart my heart." My heart twisted, remembering Steve's battered body laying on the shore.

"What I didn't tell you was that I had a dream.  I had a dream that I thought was real and I was so excited for." He cleared his throat and dodged my eyes. "I had dreamed we were getting married. You looked... so beautiful. I can still see it in my head and sometimes when I look at you..." he paused and met my eyes. "I can still see you in that wedding dress, a bunch of daisies in your hands."

I smiled softly, looking down at the bed.

"Sam, Buck, and Natasha were there." He said, faintly, looking out the window as he was remembering. "I mean, we slipped wedding bands on each other and everything. Then you started to wake me up. Your face in the dream was clean and glowing, but it mixed with the real world. You were bloodied and beaten as Countessa."

He stood and walked towards the window. "And you said something I'll never forget. 'You can't leave me like this. I knew I was going to lose you to the job, but not like this. Please not like this.'" I felt my stomach twist as I remembered myself saying those exact words to Steve's cold body.

"And I realized that you were going to lose me to the job. I can't have kids or a future with you while I'm an Avenger. But I can't sleep at night knowing that I'm not an Avenger." He shook his head, his back facing me. "You deserved better than me."

"Don't you think that was my choice to make?" I asked, standing up and stepping towards him.

"Yeah, I get how that's stupid now." He chuckled dryly. Steve turned to face me. "But I didn't leave because I wasn't happy or that you weren't enough for me. You're everything for me."

"Do you still love me?" I asked, my voice just above a whisper.

"I never stopped." His voice was defeated and his shoulders sagged. I closed the gap between us and kissed him, hands in his hair, bringing him closer to me. He reacted instantly, picking me up so my legs were wrapped around his waist and pinned me between the wall and his body. I missed this, I missed him.

This felt right.

Steve's lips moved perfectly with my own, then dropped to the hollow base of my throat. I let out a small gasp as he dipped his head to my collarbone, then back to my mouth. I felt the softness of the bed on my back and Steve slowly anchor his weight onto me. I lifted his shirt over his head and let my fingers roam his bare skin.

His hands went to the hem of my shirt, but hesitated, asking for permission. I nodded and he attempted to lift the shirt over my head, my arms got stuck and tangled in my sleeves. 

He tried to stutter out a soft apology, but I just lifted off my shirt instead. His words stopped as his eyes trailed all over my body. He kissed me deeply, hands wrapping around my waist, pushing me back onto the bed. I quickly slipped off his bottoms along with mine.

"Mae," he whispered and I looked up at him. "Are you sure you want this?" I gently kissed him and let my hands fall from his shoulders to his waist, pressing his hips to mine. He let out a low moan, just barely audible. 

"I want you." Steve's boxers were tossed to the side, along with my underwear. His hands fumbled against my bra clasp but eventually got it undone, throwing it to the side. "Can you be quiet?" I whispered and he nodded. He gently placed his lips on mine, and in one swift motion, our hips aligned and I let out a small gasp.

And there was bliss. I brought him closer to me and his head rested on the crook of my neck, peppering soft kisses all over my neck and chest, slowly rocking back and forth. He let out a soft moan as my fingers dug into his back as I arched against him. His pace started to quicken and his breath grew ragged and I felt myself starting to spiral with him.

Waves of pure bliss crashed into both of us, leaving us shaking and breathing heavily as Steve laid on top of me. My hands tangled in his hair and he pressed a kiss to my lips, drowning out any sound that could escape our mouths.

Steve slid off me and we locked eyes. He cleared his throat, his blush a bright red on his cheeks.

"Not a ninety-year-old virgin anymore, Rogers." I joked, stifling laughter as he rolled his eyes. I scooted towards him and gently kissed him. "I took Captain America's virginity." I let out a satisfying sigh and he just grabbed my waist and pulled me toward him.

"I love you, Maeve Stirling." 

"I love you, Steven Rogers."