Things had remained more than a bit awkward between you and Steve for the first few weeks after you’d resolved the argument you’d had following your last mission together. Steve was frightened of saying or doing something to further upset you, and you were still convinced that you didn’t deserve your place on the team or in his heart.
Eventually though, your deep love and respect for each other had allowed both of you to talk things over at length, and you reached the mutual agreement to discuss any future concerns with each other in private, away from the rest of the team, and to help one another as much as possible whenever either of you felt that the stress of the job was becoming overwhelming.
Once that decision had been made, your relationship had become much less strained, and starting reverting back to the playful teasing and easy affection that you had both shared before that disastrous mission. It still wasn’t exactly the way it had been before, but it was finally heading back in that direction, and it was a relief to everyone when you and Steve started to once again become comfortable in each other’s presence.
You’d promptly forgotten the action movie that you and Steve had been watching in the common room the minute he started kissing you - tentatively at first, then gaining confidence when you didn’t reject his advances. God, you’d forgotten how fantastic it felt to be kissed by him.
Things were just starting to get interesting when Sam came in. He hastily covered his eyes with his hands before asking in a slightly strangled tone if you could let him know when you were both decent.
“What’s up, birdbrain?” you asked as you casually did up the top two buttons of your shirt, causing Steve to chuckle into your neck.
“Fury’s in the conference room. He needs you for a mission.”
Steve started disentangling himself from your embrace, when Sam held out a hand to stop him. “Not you, Cap. He needs Trigger.”
You and Steve stared at each other for a heartbeat, before you nodded and stood up. Pressing a quick kiss to Steve’s lips, you headed down to the conference room to get the briefing on your first mission in what felt like forever.
Steve had never felt so lost in his entire life. Even after Bucky fell from the train, and when he knew without a doubt that he was never going to see Peggy again as the plane was about to crash into the ice, he had never felt so alone as he did at this point in time. It didn’t matter that Bucky was with him now, as well as Sam and Bruce and most of the others. You weren’t at the Compound, and it felt like part of him was missing.
True to his word, Steve had recommended that the two of you remain on separate teams for the foreseeable future, unless every single Avenger was required for a mission. His reasoning was that it would lessen any possible conflict of interest, as well as maintaining professional boundaries between you in the field. As you, Natasha and Clint had proven an effective combination in the past, he recommended that you remain a trio unless the situation called for the three of you to join the others. Fury and Coulson heartily agreed with this recommendation and implemented it, effective immediately.
As soon as Director Fury was satisfied that you were fit to return to active duty, he wasted absolutely no time in sending you out on a mission to eradicate several HYDRA bases that had been reactivated. He had sent you with Coulson, Natasha and Clint, with the order that you were not to return from Russia until the HYDRA bases had been dismantled.
The worst part was that for the duration of the mission, you had to go dark. No communication with the team whatsoever. Which meant that there was absolutely no way of knowing how long you would be gone, or whether you were alright. Or if you missed Steve as desperately as he missed you.
It had been over two weeks, and Tony was grumbling about the number of punching bags he’d already had to replace in the gym. Peter and Thor were ecstatic with the number of goodies being stress baked at 2am, and Bruce was grateful that Steve had a tendency to iron when he couldn’t sleep – the team’s laundry pile was finally diminishing - although Bruce didn’t really think that everybody’s underwear and socks needed to be ironed. There was absolutely no way he was going to say anything about it, though.
Whenever anybody tried to discuss anything with Steve, however mundane, he would practically bite their head off as he snapped at them in a very un-Steve Rogers-like fashion. He’d even reduced Loki to tears at one stage, causing the rest of the team to vote unanimously to lock Steve in his room until he could learn to play nicely with everybody again. FRIDAY learned some curse words that Tony hadn’t uploaded into her system when Steve discovered that he couldn’t override the lock at breakfast the next morning.
Eventually, though, Bucky and Sam had both had enough. They dragged Steve down to the gym and proceeded to let him beat the snot out of them, tag teaming so that he worked out all of his pent up frustration with a solid workout. When he had finally rid himself of most of the agony in his heart, he was dripping with sweat, breath escaping in great heaving gulps, and collapsed to the floor. Both Bucky and Sam were covered head to toe in bruises.
“Ya feel better now, punk?” asked Bucky, wincing as he sat up, trying to find a more comfortable position.
“Not really. I won’t feel better until Y/N is standing in front of me, and I know that she’s safe and sound.”
Sam groaned. “Well, hopefully that’s soon, because I think it’s gonna take me at least a week to recover from the ass-whooping you just gave me."
“You’re getting soft in your old age,” Bucky drawled, causing Sam to roll his eyes. They were both surprised when Steve actually let out a soft huff of laughter. It seemed like he didn’t remember how to do that since you’d been gone.
Steve sat up, casting a grateful look at both his friends. “Thanks, guys. I really needed that.”
“Anytime, punk,” Bucky said, gripping Steve’s shoulder with his metal hand.
“Not anytime soon,” Sam whined, causing the two super-soldiers to chuckle again.
Steve stood up, offering a hand to Sam, who gratefully accepted the assistance. Bucky sprang to his feet unaided, causing another eyeroll from Sam.
“Well, I don’t know about you two, but I definitely worked up an appetite. I’ve got some brownies in the pantry if you want them.”
Two pairs of eyes glinted in appreciation. “How the hell did you manage to keep them out of the reach of Parker and Thor?” Bucky asked curiously.
“I threatened to dismember them if they so much as breathed in their direction. I think the carving knife in my hand helped to convey the seriousness of my threat,” Steve grinned.
“Alright! Brownies, come to papa!” Sam crowed, as the three of them happily headed to the kitchen for a post-workout carb fest.
“How long until we arrive back at the Compound, Agent Barton?” Coulson asked.
Clint, who was in the pilot’s seat, glanced at the instrument panel. “I’d say another half an hour, tops. We’ve got a tailwind so we’re making good time.”
Coulson nodded, then headed back to his seat. He grinned at you, noting that Natasha had fallen asleep with her head on your shoulder. “She’s drooling.”
“Oh, hush, Coulson. It was a tough mission. I think she’s entitled to drool a little,” you smiled. You massaged your neck, being careful not to jostle Nat. “It will be good to be home. I miss being able to actually bathe in private.”
“Surely that’s not all you miss,” Phil noted dryly.
Sighing, you returned his gaze. “Of course not. But it’s nearly 2am. If Clint’s right, we’ll be landing shortly. I’m not going to wake up Steve at such a ridiculous hour, no matter how much I might want to.”
You missed Steve more than you had ever thought possible. The two of you had been on separate missions plenty of times before, but that was before you had become romantically involved. Prior to this, your close friendship led you to call or text each other if you were in different parts of the world, unless you had to go dark, which was rare. And it wasn’t often that you were separated for more than two weeks at a time. This mission had lasted more than a month, and it had been almost unbearable. You loved Clint, Nat and Coulson – they were practically family, after all – but it wasn’t the same as being in Steve’s presence.
“It’s not like I can even let him know that I’m coming back. Director Fury wanted complete radio silence until we can brief him upon our return,” you reminded Phil.
“Well, I’m sure Captain Rogers will be pleased to see you at breakfast,” Coulson replied.
You snorted. “There is absolutely no way I am getting out of bed before noon. I might not leave my bed for twenty-four hours. I’ve been sleeping on a rock-hard bedroll for the past month. I’m going to enjoy my creature comforts in solitude while I can.”
“I don’t think that’s going to last long, Trigger,” Clint called from the cockpit.
“Why on earth not?”
He pointed. “Because Cap’s waiting at the landing bay.”
Steve had been wandering aimlessly around the Compound, once again unable to sleep. He’d found himself unconsciously heading towards the aircraft hangar, when he noticed that a bay was being readied to receive an incoming jet. There was only one plane out currently, which could only mean one thing – you were on your way home. His heart leapt with joy, and he found himself pacing impatiently until he saw the lights of the incoming jet on the horizon.
The loading ramp had barely descended before Steve leapt aboard the Quinjet. He practically yanked you out of your seat, grabbing your shoulders and pulling you towards him. Before you even had time to say hello, he assaulted your mouth with his, kissing you with such ferocity that you thought he had been possessed. His tongue fought for dominance over yours, and he moaned so loudly that you thought the rest of the team would surely be woken from their slumber.
Eventually, he had to cease kissing you in order to allow the both of you to catch your breath. Panting heavily, he rested his forehead against yours, his blue eyes searching yours.
“Wow, Steve, anybody would think you missed me while I was gone.”
He responded with a much more gentle kiss. “You have no fucking idea.”
Natasha smirked. “I’m pretty sure we all have a fairly good idea about just how much you missed Trigger.”
“You know what, Romanoff?” he growled, causing you and Nat to burst into a fit of giggles. Teasing Steve would never get old for Nat.
Coulson looked slightly put out. “You never tell me that you miss me that much when I’ve been on a mission. And I watched you while you were sleeping.”
Steve broke into a grin at that. “I missed you guys, too. But Y/N is my favourite, so I missed her the most.” He had yet to relinquish his hold of you, and you snuggled against his broad chest, inhaling his spicy scent. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, I have some catching up to do with my best girl.”
Not giving you time to protest, Steve hoisted you over his shoulder, keeping a firm grip on your thighs. Ignoring your feeble attempts to escape, he carried you towards your quarters, pretending not to hear your howls of indignation or the snickers of Nat and Clint, who followed behind carrying the team’s gear. When you hit him on the back in an attempt to get him to release you, he firmly smacked your ass and told you to behave, effectively shutting you up due to your shock.
You’d been gone for over a month. Steve had no intention of letting you out of his sight for at least that long.
Steve started kissing you again even before he put you down. His hands roamed all over your body as he began to tug at the zip of your tac suit, almost as if he’d forgotten what you felt like. In between his fevered kisses, he kept whispering how much he’d missed you while you were gone.
“I missed you too, Cap. But there’s one thing I missed even more.”
He frowned. “You missed something more than me?”
Nodding, you disentangled yourself from his embrace, much to his disappointment. You grabbed one of his hands in yours and laced your fingers with his. Pressing a kiss to the back of his hand, you replied, “I missed my bathtub. Having to wash in a cold Russian river is most definitely not my idea of a good time.”
Steve’s eyes gleamed. “You want me to run you a bath?”
“You bet. The hotter, the better. And I want an entire bottle of bubble bath dispensed into it.”
You flopped down face first onto the bed while Steve went to the bathroom and set things up for you. He poured in a copious amount of your favourite bubble bath, one that smelled like jasmine and vanilla, and he loved the fragrance almost as much as you did. He re-entered your bedroom to find you snoring quietly. With a soft smile, he gently shook your shoulder. “Sweetheart, your bath is ready.”
You nodded sleepily as you rolled onto your back, and he tried not to ogle too much when you stretched lazily, your back arching as you tried to rouse yourself.
“Do you need some help? I could wash your back for you,” Steve suggested far too innocently.
You snorted. “Steve, I love you, but I have had absolutely zero privacy for the past month. I was always in the presence of either Nat, Clint or Coulson, even when bathing. I would kill for half an hour to myself.”
Steve sighed in disappointment. “I just thought…”
You stood on tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I know, and any other time I would jump at the opportunity to drag you in there with me. But right now, I’m far too exhausted – mentally, physically and emotionally – to do anything but try to turn my brain off. But I promise, as soon as I’m done, I will be more than happy to spend the entire night in your arms.”
The promise of holding you all night was enough to placate Steve.
Soft music was playing when you eventually emerged from the bathroom, and you noticed that Steve had lit some of your candles and placed them strategically around the bedroom. They emitted a soft glow, and the slight scent of vanilla filled the air.
You leaned against the doorframe. “Well, doesn’t this look romantic.”
Despite the soft light, you could see the blush staining Steve’s neck. “I hope you don’t mind. I just thought it might be nice to have something a bit special for your first night back.”
“If I didn’t know better, Steve Rogers, I’d think you were trying to seduce me.”
He gave you a look that you couldn’t quite identify. “What if I was?”
You blinked. “I beg your pardon?”
Steve came over to you, placing his arms around you. “This past month without you has been absolute fucking torture. It made me realise just how much I love you. I don’t want to waste another minute of our time together. Y/N, I’m ready.”
He kissed you slowly, as your brain tried to process exactly what he was telling you. Pulling away, you gave him a slight frown. “What are you saying, Steve?”
He rolled his eyes. “I’m saying that I’ve waited long enough. We’ve been dating for nearly six months. I’m ready to take the next step in our relationship.” He held your face in his hands, staring into your eyes with those impossibly blue eyes of his. “Doll, I want to make love to you. Now. Tonight.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want you doing this just because you think you have to in order to be a ‘modern guy’. I don’t want that.”
“Y/N, I have never been more sure of anything in my entire life. I want this. Let me make love to you.”
This beautiful man, who you adored with every fibre of your being, wanted you. You. You still couldn’t quite believe that what you had with Steve was real. He was more perfect than any man had a right to be.
Caressing his face with your hand, you smiled softly. “If you’re absolutely sure, Steve, then I will do my very best to make sure that our first time together is the way your first time should have been. The first time you made love, it should have been with someone who loves you as much as you love them. You deserved so much better than you got the first time.”
Kissing you tenderly, Steve led you to your bed. He sat down on the edge of the bed, holding your waist as you stood in front of him with your hands on his shoulders. Slowly, he untied the ribbon holding your satin bathrobe closed, so that it opened softly and fell off your shoulders. His eyes widened in surprise when he realised that underneath you only wore a pair of black lace underpants. He looked as if he might faint when he saw your breasts, and swallowed audibly, causing you to giggle softly. “You have seen boobs before, haven’t you, Steve?” you teased.
“I haven’t seen yours.” He reached towards them with a slightly trembling hand. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered reverently. He pressed soft kisses to the column of your throat, causing your head to tilt back so that he could have better access. You wove your fingers into his blond locks, guiding his lips to the places you enjoyed being caressed. Your soft moans of pleasure almost broke him.
Slowly, Steve kissed down your chest, until he reached the swell of one of your breasts. He swirled his tongue around the areola, in ever decreasing circles, but teasingly avoided your nipple. It was torture; sweet, blissful torture. Eventually, you grew impatient and practically shoved your nipple into his mouth. He chuckled softly before sucking gently on it, revelling in the soft moan that escaped you as his hand caressed your other breast. After a few minutes, his lips moved to the other breast, tormenting you in the same fashion as before.
When you couldn’t handle anymore, you grabbed Steve’s face in your hands and crashed your lips onto his, pushing him back onto the bed and straddling him as you did so. He supported himself on one elbow, his other hand twining in your hair as he held the back of your head. You ground down on him, feeling his hardening arousal through his jeans.
Panting heavily, you whispered, “I think you are far too overdressed for the occasion, Captain.”
Steve’s eyes glinted dangerously. Oh ho ho! He gets off on being called Captain! You filed that little titbit away for future reference.
Steve practically tore his t-shirt off in his haste to undress, and you had difficulty in stopping yourself from drooling when you finally got a good look at his spectacular body.
You’d always known that Steve had a great physique – those tight shirts he always wore at training left absolutely nothing to the imagination, and his combat suit did great things for his ass – and yet you’d never seen him shirtless for more than a few seconds before. It was like looking at a Renaissance statue that had come to life. He actually looked like he’d been chiselled from a block of marble. There really is a God, and He sure as shit knew what He was doing when He created Steve Rogers.
“Fuck, Steve, you’re like a work of art. Michelangelo himself couldn’t have done a better job at sculpting a body like this.”
You pressed soft kisses to his pecs and abs, and his eyelids fluttered closed as he enjoyed the sensation of your lips on his skin. Slowly, you moved down his torso until you came to the waistband of his jeans. You continued to lick and kiss his stomach as you undid the button and slid down the zipper. Steve kicked off his pants, and you palmed him through his boxers. Good grief, he felt huge.
“So, did the serum enhance everything?” you asked cheekily.
Steve blushed fifty shades of red, which was adorably endearing. “Actually…”
Your eyes nearly popped out of your head. “Are you messing with me right now? You were this big before Howard Stark pumped you full of super-soldier steroids? That thing must have made up half of your body weight!”
He grinned. “It was the only thing Bucky was ever jealous about.”
You stared at him for a heartbeat before you both burst out into hysterical laughter. It broke the tension, and you collapsed against him in mirth, loving the way his chest rumbled when he laughed.
Eventually though, you both calmed down. Still lying atop Steve, you started kissing him once more. His hands caressed your back, drawing nonsensical patterns over your skin. It made you shiver, and you felt him smirk slightly against your mouth. Quicker than you thought humanly possible, Steve had managed to remove his boxers and your underpants in rapid succession. How he did it without ripping either article of clothing, you couldn’t figure out.
Gently, he rolled you over so that you were lying underneath him. His eyes never left yours, gazing at you in wonder even as he trailed his fingers down your stomach to your core. He stroked you gently, drawing lazy circles over your warm folds until you were slick. He bent to kiss you, thrusting his tongue into your mouth at the same time as he pushed a finger into you, causing you to catch your breath. He thrust his finger in and out a few times, then added a second finger, which made you groan with pleasure. He grinned against your mouth as he pushed yet another finger into your pussy, causing another loud groan.
Smug bastard, you thought. Well, two can play at that game.
You reached between the two of you, closing your fingers around Steve’s impressive length and causing him to gasp softly as you started stroking him in time with the movement of his fingers. He groaned with pleasure at your ministrations, even as he crooked his fingers and found that sensitive spot inside you that most guys you had dated didn’t seem to know existed.
“Oh my God, Steve, right there!” you gasped. You ground your hips against his hand even as he continued to massage that spot, causing your eyes to roll back in your head. You nearly forgot about his cock, until you felt it twitch in your hand, so you starting stroking him again. Soon, the two of you were writhing together in your efforts not to be the first to explode.
“Cum for me, doll,” Steve whispered against your mouth. He moved his fingers faster, thrusting deeper as his thumb circled your clit, until you felt your pleasure reach its peak. Your walls clenched around his fingers, and you cried out as the tension exploded and your legs shook with the release. Almost at the exact same instant, he cried out your name as he came over your stomach. He continued to kiss you the entire time, murmuring your name over and over.
You held each other until your orgasms subsided, Steve’s mouth never leaving yours. Once you were calm, he removed his fingers from your pussy and casually licked them clean, chuckling as you hit him with a pillow. He got up and went to the bathroom, bringing back a damp washcloth. Gently, he cleaned your stomach of his sperm, and threw the washcloth into your laundry hamper. Climbing back into bed, he wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to your temple.
“So, which lucky lady showed you how to do that?” you asked, as you gently trailed your fingers across his torso, taking note of his ticklish spots when he squirmed under your dancing fingertips.
“Well, actually, there’s this very useful thing nowadays called the internet. So helpful,” Steve deadpanned. You rolled your eyes in mock disgust. “Also, over the years I’ve heard in excruciatingly vivid detail all of the things that Bucky used to get up to with the women he dated. I paid attention to what he said worked.”
“Remind me to thank him later,” you quipped, giggling when Steve growled something that sounded very much like Not fucking likely.
Steve made a remarkably quick recovery, because after only a few minutes he began kissing you rather passionately. You felt him hardening again, and looked at him with some surprise. “Already?”
He shrugged. “Super-soldier, remember?”
He kissed your neck, his hands trailing over your body until he reached your core. He groaned when he felt how wet you were. He kept muttering under his breath, the number of expletives leaving his mouth increasing with his passion. “Doll, you’re fucking killing me. You feel so fucking good. God, you are so fucking beautiful. How did I get lucky enough to find someone like you?”
“Steve, has anybody ever told you that you talk too much?” You kissed him again, effectively shutting him up. He continued to caress your mound, and you returned the favour, enjoying the feel of his cock in your hand. Steve had a beautiful cock, and you didn’t think you’d ever get tired of feeling it.
“Are you ready?” he whispered. You nodded, pausing only to reach into your bedside table to grab a condom and hand it to Steve. He ripped open the packet with his teeth and rolled it on, then positioned himself between your thighs. He paused at your entrance, kissing you as he slowly entered you. “Oh, fuck, doll! You feel fucking amazing!”
You gasped, because although it was not an unpleasant sensation, it was a bit uncomfortable as he stretched the walls of your pussy. Steve was a lot bigger than you were used to, so he waited until you’d adjusted to his girth. You gave a small nod when you felt comfortable enough, your eyes holding Steve’s gaze. He pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose before capturing your lips once more with his.
Then, slowly, Steve began to move against you, and you moved your hips to meet his. You found a steady rhythm, with him thrusting in and out of you slowly at first. You wrapped your legs around his waist to draw him further into you, and he pushed himself all the way to the hilt, cursing under his breath even as you moaned in ecstasy. You rolled your hips, meeting him thrust for thrust, and eventually all you could hear was the sounds of each others moans as the two of you moved together. You raked your nails down his back, and that spurred him on. His thrusts became faster, and he reached between your bodies to rub your clit, building up the intensity until suddenly you both cried out each other’s names as your orgasms once again hit almost simultaneously. Steve nearly passed out from the sensation of your walls fluttering around him. He collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily, and you’d never been happier to be trapped beneath someone.
Eventually, Steve rolled off the top of you, and pulled you onto his chest. You kissed him languidly, enjoying the scratchy feel of his stubble on your palm as you caressed his face. You smiled at him almost shyly.
Steve cupped your face as he returned your kiss. “I should have waited for you. If I had known that I was going to find you, I would have waited for you.”
You looked at Steve with your eyes full of love. “Well, the feeling is mutual, Captain. I’ve always enjoyed sex, but before tonight it’s always just been sex, or fucking. This was the first time that I’ve ever felt like I’ve properly made love.”
“Darlin’, if I’d known how it was going to be with you, I would have done this a hell of a lot sooner.” Steve looked at you seriously. “It’s never felt anything like that before.
Unknowingly echoing Peggy, you replied, “Well, I guess you just needed to find the right partner.”
Steve knew then, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he had finally found the right partner. He was going to dance with you, and only you, for the rest of his life.
Because he loved you so.