Only You

Five.

The moment I stepped out of the car, everything went into a fast paced blur. It was a little to familiar of a feeling. Chris spent the first ten minutes with fans. I waved to a few that recognized me.
The sounds of the gasps and 'oh, my god's' when Chris and I finally made it to the red carpet made me laugh.

"Chris! Chris Evans! Sarah Rose! Sarah! Over here, Chris! Sarah, to your left! Big smile, Chris! Sarah Rose!" The voices yelled and the cameras clicked. Chris would whisper things into my ear to keep me close as we made our way down the carpet. His hand was permanently attached to my hip. With the three inch heels, I was still being towered over by him. The Megan's kept us moving down the red carpet. I freaked out at the end when I saw Jennifer Lawrence. We became good friends when she came to almost every show of my previous tour.

"Oh, my god, Sarah! You look amazing!" She praised out of the hug. I hugged her tightly again. "You're the one that's here with Evans?" She said into my ear. I nodded my head. She must have seen him behind me.
"Is it that big of a deal?"
"Uhh.. yeah. It's your first public appearance in forever and now you're here with Captain Fucking America!" Her eyes moved to beside me. His hand wrapped around me again. "Hey there, Captain Fucking America."
"Hello." He smiled at her new nickname. Her publicist came and tapped her shoulder. She waved him off and squeezed my hand.
"We have to catch up. Call me!" She kissed my cheek before walking to the line of people waiting to ask questions. I avoided eye contact with those vultures by looking up at Chris. He was trying to fix his bow tie with one hand since he wanted to keep the other to my hip. I giggled at him and took the initiative to fix it.

"Thank you." He smiled, lifting his chin for me. "You feeling okay?"
"Yeah. It's like riding a bike."
"I figured it would be."
"You think so highly of me." I sighed. I rest my hands on his shoulders after fixing the bow tie. He gradually lowered his head to look into my eyes.
"You don't give yourself enough credit."
"I haven't really done anything to be proud of." His eyes lowered to my right forearm. His fingers traced the tattoo of my first album cover. It went double-platinum within the first six months, won two Grammys and had more than four of the songs as number one hits on the Billboard Top 100 chart. That was all after my 19th birthday.

"You're focusing on the negativity. It's easy to do, I know. Trust me. But look at them.." He pointed to the fans, smiling and waving at us now. I waved back then smiled at him. "...do you think they care about that shit?" I shook my head. He kissed the top of my hand again. "Let's go say hi." He entangled his fingers with mine to walk with me to the fans. The screams got progressively louder as we approached them.

The show was coming to an end. Chris and I did our best to avoid the reoccurring question of our involvement with each other. Chris would ask them of their upcoming projects and I would compliment their dress or suit. The other attendees at our table laughed every time.
My Megan texted me that she had last minute work to do so she was already going to leave. I texted her back that Chris would take me home. I shoved my phone back into the little clutch. I reached back into my clutch for a small pen that I carried with me everywhere. I started scribbling words onto a napkin.

"The spotlight blinds my eyes. The world owns me as their sweet child. It's going to take some tries. I want to be free and wild." Chris read the words into my ear. It was pretty loud around us that nobody paid attention. I smiled at the chorus I created.
"You keep pulling me in."
"Maybe because you're a damn good kisser."
"You are, too." I cooed. Our faces were inches from each other. We didn't want to bring any attention to us, more than what we've been having, so we giggled at each other.
"We should probably head out now anyways." He whispered. I nodded my head, glancing around the table. We stood up, said our goodbyes to everyone at our table and left the building.

"Where's your Megan?" I lit a cigarette as we waited for the car to pick us up.
"I sent her home." The realization of being alone with Chris in the car got me excited. I have been dying to feel his lips on mine. I handed the cigarette to him. "Where's your Megan?" I giggled at him.
"She had to leave early to do some work."
"So, it's just you and me." His voice was delicate. He gave me back the cigarette. I nodded my head slowly. He traced the line of his beard around his lips taking sluggish steps toward me. "I bet..you are dying to.." He dragged a finger down the colorful skin on my arm. The sounds of cameras clicking almost made me push him away from me. "..take off those heels!" He finally said, laughing. I threw my head back in laughter. The car pulled up right in time for me to finish the cigarette and hop in.

I didn't have time to take off my shoes before Chris did it for me. Despite his size and muscles for days, he was so gentle with his touch. He massaged my angry feet. I dropped my body into the seat and let out a blissful moan.

"I didn't think I'd be making you moan tonight." I laughed at his smirk and little wink to me.
"How is it that this is so easy with you?"
"Easy?" He questioned. He continued to massage my feet.
"Effortless, natural. Like we've known each other for years."
"I've noticed that too." He maneuvered himself to sit next to me on the seat.
"We're both adults. Been through good relationships and not so good relationships." I giggled. He nodded his head profoundly agreeing.
"We know what we want."
"What do you want, Christopher?"
"I want to spend as much time as I can with you before I leave."
"Leave?"
"I have to go back to Atlanta in two days. Filming another Cap movie." This was a new tone in his voice. Almost like he was upset.
"How long?"
"About two months."

"Perfect timing." I said happily. He slightly frowned his eyebrows at me. "I don't think we should get sick of each other. We haven't even had sex yet."
"Yet?"
"You know what I mean!" I shoved his body away jokingly. I smiled at his chuckling.
"Yes, I agree." I nod my head firmly. He pushed away a chunk of my hair that fell in front of my face. I was impressed at the smooth transition his hand made to cup my face as he brought his lips to mine. "I'm still freaking out that you're actually kissing me back."
"After such an amazing night, how could I not kiss you?" I shimmied my back to be flushed against the seat. He kept his hands on my legs.
"If we include yesterday, does that mean you will keep kissing me?"
"Normally that would get you to second base but you've already felt me up."
"Fuck. I like you."

"Feeling's mutual." I said quickly before pulling him back onto me by his shirt and connecting our lips. His tongue teased my bottom lip for entrance. I tightened my grip on his shirt. I caressed his tongue with mine. His breathing became more sharp. He brought his hand back to the side of my face to slow down our kisses. Our eyes locked onto each other deeply. I smiled at his blue eyes. The car stopped in front of my apartment building. I kept my grip on his shirt and he kept his hand on my face. I glanced out the window then back to him. The side of his lips curled with a smirk.