How would you feel? (if I told you I loved you) ((english version))

Baby, it's cold outside

Wait? What? She forgave him? No, it's impossible, right? But it seems like it's possible because he's now kissing her feverishly with all the love he still holds for her, cradling her in his embrace, eyes stinging with unshed tears. "God, I miss that so much..." he mutters against her lips when they part, both breathless. She has to agree with what he's saying because she relaxes in his arms, pillowing her head on his chest. "But, I'm still sorry for everything sweetheart" he adds, kissing her hair, transmitting his apology. Sighing, Lucie rights herself and her brown orbs burns a hole right onto his. "C'mon Evans, stop being sorry, let that behind us and let's move on". And with that, she leans back towards him and captures his lips again, passion burning trough their veins. But he doesn't want to rush it again, he just wants to take his time, share with her everything she wants to know and in exchange learn about her what she wants to tell him. He retreats from the kiss, still holding her close to his chest, trying to calm his beating heart that she has sent into frenzy just by her touch. He had needed her touch so much, craving it everyday he spent with her by his side, every time she had left a patch of naked skin for him to see, every time he had to take care of her... She's a fire in his veins, burning through his body like he has never knew before... He manages to snake between the cushions of the couch and her body, encircling her narrow waist with both of his arms. Now that he has her back, he is not ready to give her up... He needs her more than he wants to admit... The thunder begins rumbling outside, followed by a huge shower of rain, hitting the windows of the french doors with force, producing a loud noise that resonates in the entire living room. They settle here, happy in the arms of the other, the fire on the fireplace warming both their bodies and their souls, bathing in the comforting orange hues casted all over the place. He buries lovingly his head on the crook of her neck, inhaling that particular scent that is so her. Something fruity and unique. So Lucie. Dodger joins his little bed, dozing off as soon as he lay down. He tightens his hold on Lucie, just to make sure that everything is real, because sometimes his dreams can be so fucking realistic. But it's not a dream, she's here, with him. And she's forgiven him. And he loves her.

She feels at the right place in Chris' embrace, his big arms encircling her like he's protecting her from every bad things of the world, like he's shielding her from the cold and the thunderstorm from the outside world. The heat emanating from his body keeps her comfortable and his regular breaths and heartbeats tells her that he's probably asleep. Not that she cares, what she cares about is just being here, with him. She had missed his cuddles so badly as well as that way he has to comfort people just by his presence at their side. Shit, she still loves him, right? Of course, she never ceased to love him, he's under her skin and she can't do anything about it. But this time, she's going to keep her feelings to her a little bit more before blurting them out in the open like she did before. She can't handle an other heartbreak. She jumps when she feels Chris' breath more firmly against her neck, so he's not asleep... "I was wondering, do you miss it? Your old life I mean, Paris and everything?" he asks out of nowhere. Feels like he doesn't want to make the same mistakes as before, and that's ok with her. "At first, it was hard, you know? I was here all alone. But when I started working and studying, I didn't really have the time to lament myself about what I left overseas. Plus now, I'm not as alone as I was before...". She smirks at the end of her tirade, just to let the message get to him. "You know that you're very wise for your young age, I don't think I have been this mature in my whole life" he says fondly, peppering her nape with little open-mouthed kisses. "Not my fault you're a reckless old man, right?" she teases lightly, enjoying this treatment. How can she not? "And you, never regretted entering the Hollywood industry?". He seems in deep though, probably thinking about a good enough answer to provide her. Then he speaks, he rambles. Literally. Like he has this need to empty his heart to someone that will not judge him about it. "At first, I really enjoyed it, my early roles had left me a certain sense of anonymity. Then I signed for the Fantastic Four, and it was good. But the pressure everybody put on your shoulders, it's just awful. Then the anxiety began, and it was really bad. Like really really bad. The kind of bad you don't want to experience. But it was there and I had to function with it. So I went to therapy and it was better. Then they throw at me Captain America, and I refused straight off. I knew that accepting this role was either going to make my career explode or on the contrary, just crash everything. And bye bye anonymity. But I took the role and I'm still so grateful for it, I don't regret anything about my ten years at Steve Rogers, but now, I can't go outside without being followed by an avid reporter of things like that. But I'm forever grateful for my fans, even if some of them are really strange". He finishes tale with a chuckle and she can feel a smile stretching his handsome features. Yep, he's right on that. When he had trended on Twitter before his birthday, she had seen a lot of love for him but she also came across some really strange things but, well, that's what fame does right? "Oh yes, I still remember that tweet about your butt and how yummy it looks, oh and I think the best one was the whole "sitting on your face" thing" she voices out loud, ugly laughing at the memory of how flustered he had looked when she had read it to him. "Maybe I'll have to mark my territory and claims that yummy butt of yours or maybe tell your fans that only I can sit on your face?" she innocently asks, snaking her hand behind them to give a good squeeze at his ass cheeks. He groans, becoming stiff behind her. Like stiff everywhere. EVERYWHERE! That's fucking unfair, because she's a girl and she has hormones. And he can't do things like that when her hormones are all over the place. Aw, fuck you Chris Evans!

Jesus, why did she mention sitting on his face? Because now that's all he can think about. Stop doing that Chris, for god's sake! He's so turned on right now and she must have feel it 'cause she gridding her ass against him and he's not sure he can behave himself forever. "Babe, please, stop doing that... I'm not sure I could stop myself if I give in... And I don't want to mess it up" he pants, concentrating on not giving in his desires and throwing her over his shoulders to have his way with her. She stops, chuckling lightly, squirming on the couch in an attempt to turn around and face him. Once she does so, she cuddles closer to him, entwining her legs with his and encasing her head under his chin not before throwing a apology his way along with a sweet smile that screams trouble. He still wants to know more about her, so he asks. "What was your life in France? And how the fuck did you manage to learn and speak english like this? 'Cause I'm in awe...". She lifts her head, looking into his eyes, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Flattery will lead you nowhere Chris" she jokes, pausing a bit before answering. "It was my parents, my sister and I, we lived in a cute house on the suburbs of Paris, it was really cozy, something between the big city and the countryside. I did all my schooling years there, and that's here that I learned english all by my self with the help of my teachers. I did a lot of learning by myself, I watched tons of TV shows and movies in english, I read a lot in english too, classic literature and others, music too, I had this phase and it annoyed everybody in the house, but it was an happy time, you know? Then I met my best friend in high school, Camille, and we almost went to college together. She's at the Sorbonne in Paris, also in med school, but I received this offer for this exchange and I enlisted. I have always seen big, maybe too big, in my whole life. I was one of the lucky student and now, here I am. I'm still in contact with everybody at home and they're happy for me even if I miss them everyday... And actually, it's Camille that introduced me to the MCU, and if you wonder, you're her favorite Avenger". That's how she chooses to finish her ramble, on a good and happy thought because he can feel that this subject is a little touchy. He's so proud of her, of what she achieved in the beginning of her life. He's not sure that at twenty five he had been that mature and that rational. "Well, I did a good job, right? And what about you? Am I your favorite?" he asks, just because he wants to be a little childish and teases her about it. "Well, I was more of an Iron Man person but when we watched the Winter Soldier, I was totally gone for Cap... Is Cap gone for me too?" Wait, is she pouting? Gosh, she's so fucking cute... But what a flirt! How is he going to survive this? 'Cause he's ready to combust right fucking now if she doesn't stop. "Yup, Cap he's pretty gone for you too sweetheart, and you know it...". Of course she knows it, she's not doing anything in particular, but he's been a goner since he had laid eyes on her...

Two hours had passed and they're still cuddled together, not saying a word. Each other's presence being enough to fulfill their needs. "Babe?". She looks up, eyes boring into Chris' blue blue eyes waiting for him to continue. "I wanna learn how to speak French". Wow, she's not been ready for that, but she'll gladly teach him if he wants to. " 'Cause you know, I only know the basics and that stupid phrase from the movie, on va voir". Yes, she's very aware of that sentence, she had literally replayed it fifty times when she saw the movie, and now that he's saying it right in her ear, she can feel the goosebumps trailing all over her skin. He's so fucking sexy and adorable at the same time... He's definitely the CEO of the babyism giving at the same time the best daddy vibes. That surely has something to do with the beard... Obviously. "You know that that phrase made the panties of half of the french population dropped . Mine included, you know what I mean? But I'll teach you, if you promise to not use it on me to get in my pants mister". He chuckles and blushes at the same time, (baby and daddy mood...) and kisses her mouth gently, pressing his soft lips to hers and god, she wants to be right here forever... "Je suis ton petit ami" he murmurs with that little accent of his that makes her melt. Oh yeah, he's her boyfriend, that's for sure...

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