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Dinner (@americanass)

It was a good thing Claire didn't have any work to do that was terribly important, because she'd spent most of the day distracted thinking about the night before. Confessing her feelings for Steve had been on her mind for weeks, and she could never figure out the right time to go there. Maybe it had been her vulnerability after the nightmare, maybe not, but last night apparently was the time. Whether it was the right time, she still wasn't sure.

Neither could she gauge how Steve seemed to feel about the whole thing, as she hadn't had much opportunity to see him, much less talk to him. They both seemed to be busy, though she hadn't forgotten his offer of dinner that night. Just dinner, no mention of a date, not that she'd really expected that. They both needed time to sort this out, maybe sitting down to talk over dinner would help, especially after each took their time to think it over privately that day. She imagined he was thinking it over now, even if he hadn't considered it before.

As the afternoon inched closer to evening, she considered dinner plans. Claire knew her impulsive nature was influencing her now, but she couldn't help wanting to do something nice. Not a date. She wasn't going to go all out, just prepare a little something for the two of them. It was easy enough see him in passing, to request that he meet her in the dining room around six. And then she got to work.

Claire held herself to some semblance of playing it cool, of not trying to prepare anything too extravagant or that might give the impression that it was a date. No, it was just dinner. A simple pasta dish, a salad. No wine, that would... imply things, and it wouldn't do either of them much good anyway. At least, she thought she recalled that Steve's alcohol tolerance was on a level with hers.

Once the table was set, all she had left do was, well. Wait. He'd probably be on time, she guessed, but she was growing too nervous to check the time. Of course he'd show up, right?

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Patience and Steve Rogers had never really been on speaking terms in the first place, but his hold on it was non-existent now. As was his hold on every good intention he'd had to take things slow, treat her tenderly. His intentions to do that, though, hadn't even gotten them to the bedroom, old fashioned as he still sometimes tended to be.

It was impossible to be anything but completely lost in the moment, though, and there was no mistaking the hunger in his eyes as he watched her pull her bra from her body. His gaze dropped to admire her breasts when they were bared to him, but that admiration only lasted a second. Then she was kissing him again and her teeth were on his lip and that was the only thing that mattered.

Steve shifted to press his body to hers, weight balanced on one arm to allow his other hand to slide over her skin, the ever increasing heat of desire alight in his palm. His touch was light, skimming up to cover her breast with his palm, calloused and rough against her smooth skin.

As he pressed down against her, she could feel how hard he was, and it lit a fire in her. She gasped softly, hips rocking up for more friction. Between that and his hand on her breast, her remaining patience was slipping away.

Claire's chest arced, chasing his touch, a needy sound muffled against the kiss. A hand lowered, thumb hooking around the waistband of her panties, clumsily starting to tug them down. Two thin layers of fabric between them was still far too much.

"Off," she murmured, barely pulling her lips away from his. Her voice was soft but insistent. Eager. If he needed a sign that he didn't have to be quite so tender with her, surely that was it.

That sound she made set was all he needed to want them both out of their underwear even before she was reaching to do just that. Once again, they were on the same page, wanted the same thing, and everything just felt natural. He was almost halfway inclined to start believing in that nonsense about fate and meant to be or whatever people said when they found their person. And maybe, if it hadn't taken so long for Steve to get himself and what he wanted together, he just might have.

But he'd spent too long not realizing anything, and they'd both spent too long not doing this for it to be anything but grown between them. Which was better. That meant with time and a little work they could keep it going, see where it was really going in the end.

He caught her lip lightly between his teeth as his own curled up into a smile. "Off, huh?" he echoed teasingly. "What do you want that for?"

As though he didn't know exactly. As if he didn't want the same thing and as if it didn't take every ounce of self control in him not to just do it. He liked the insistence in her, though. He liked her asking for what she wanted. Not only because it was a reminder she wanted him as much as he wanted her, but as it turned out he just liked being asked.

"Steve," Claire whined, squirming beneath him. He was really teasing her now, but even if it looked like she was getting impatient, she actually loved it. In fact, it was kind of hard to keep herself from giggling.

He knew exactly what she wanted, she was certain he wanted it too, and it was kind of adorable that he was pretending otherwise. But then, he was adorable. She adored him.

Still, she felt a little more emboldened. Her hand loved from the waistband of her panties to his shorts instead, and lower, to stroke his cock through the fabric.

"You know what I want," she said softly, lips brushing over his jaw. But she had a feeling maybe he wanted to hear her say it. "I want you to make love to me."

He was far from subtle about teasing her. He was far from subtle about anything. But it paid off, he figured, as long as she was still enjoying it, and he didn't miss the barely contained giggle behind her complaint. This should be fun still, he figured; it was a big step, a big thing between them, but it didn't have to be all that serious. Which, he would admit if he needed to, was rich coming from him. Steve wasn't exactly known for cracking jokes.

But that was an issue that wasn't related to the moment and instead was the weight of far too many hurts in his past.

None of which came to mind when Claire's hand pressed against his cock, and Steve's breath left him in a rush. He should slow things down. He shouldn't rush in and act like there were no consequences, but what he did was entirely the opposite. He turned toward her mouth, catching her in a searing kiss once again. Just for a moment before he was drawing back a little, enough to get his hands comfortably between them and unceremoniously pulling her panties down her legs in a quick movement.

He should check in and make sure she was sure. That was the right thing to do. What left his lips was very different. "Keep talking like that and you'll have your way."

Said with a smile playing over his lips as his gaze traced every curve of her, taking her in. Steve had known from day one she was beautiful, he wasn't blind, but naked and spread out beneath him? She took his breath away all over again.

He didn't hesitate to slide his hands down her legs, hook his thumbs under his shorts and with much more patience than he felt, eased them down.

Knowing how serious Steve could be, it made moments like this all the sweeter. Claire's whining would always be with that amusement under the surface, that quiet, bubbling joy. In a way, she was glad this has taken time to happen; he knew her well enough to see right through her playful pouts.

But it seemed to work, as he was quickly getting her panties down and off. She'd lifted her hips to help ease them down over her curves, then kicked them aside. And, just when he was marveling at her naked and ready before him, her gaze was just as appreciative in return as he removed his shorts with a patience that surprised her.

Claire's hand briefly pulled back, only to return to his cock once Steve had pulled his shorts off. She stroked him slowly, finding his lips for another kiss, softer this time.

"I like making sure you know how much I want you. Can you blame me?" she asked, the giggle that had been threatening to escape finally spilling out. "And there's more where that came from, including some way less polite ways to tell you."

Steve absolutely could not find cause to complain about hearing more requests from her. It was a thrill to hear her desire for him was as strong as his for her, that she wanted him and wanted more. It was so far beyond what he’d ever have imagined possible, a better feeling than he’d ever have allowed himself to think he could have for himself. And even just the promise of hearing more of it, even just the promise of hearing every thought he’d had about her pass her lips? Had him aching to find out if he could pull them from her.

“Oh yeah?” he murmured playfully, leaning over her body once more, brushing a kiss over her lips through a smile. He was careful in the movement, so as not to dislodge her hand, the slide of her palm over his cock sending sparks through him, lighting pleasure too good to give up for almost anything. Almost. “Like what?”

Even keeping contact with her hand didn’t stop him from pressing closer, brushing against the wetness between her thighs. He wasn’t looking to draw things out any longer. Steve wanted her and he wanted now. There’d be time and opportunity to tease more later. There were going to be chances for everything. Every touch and every desire he didn’t even know he had. To figure out what they liked together.

The time for it wasn’t now. The excitement of the firsts needed to be overcome before he could think about anything more.

If he wanted to hear it, she was happy to oblige. There was perhaps a touch of wickedness in her smile as she looked up at him, so full of want and need. But the affection was there, too. It always was.

"Like how badly I need to feel you inside me. How much I need you to fuck me, right now," Claire purred, then gasped as she felt his cock between her thighs. That was all the encouragement she needed to open herself up a bit more, guiding him until the head of his cock was pressed to her entrance. But not inside, not yet. She'd leave that to him.

"Steve." Her voice was soft, heavy with wanting. His name was a plea in itself, a prayer on her lips that tasted as sweet as his kisses did. As for kisses, she tilted her head up for one more, gentle and lingering. A kiss that held all of her softer feelings, even while she was all but begging him to take her.

Even just pressed against her, Steve couldn't stop the softly appreciative groan that left him. As much as his mind said take things slow, treasure her and treat her with every ounce of care, savor the moment he'd never imagined possible, his body said to forget all of that. He wanted her, and she was asking for it.

He smiled against her lips, wound up just nodding, not drawing away and just rubbing his nose against hers in the process. "Yeah," he murmured, "I like the sound of that."

Steve more than liked the sound of it. He'd never had anything set every nerve in him alight in quite the same way, and there was no resisting the pull of their desire. He shifted to settle one hand on her hip, as if to anchor her to him, and slowly began to press into her. And just that made him want to nearly explode with pleasure, the sensation of her surrounding him, tight and warm and wet, could drive any man over the edge, but Steve forced himself to take it slow, to watch her as her body accepted him.

He knew she wasn't easy to hurt, but the part of him that would always worry about her regardless was hard to silence.

Each little sound Steve made had her wanting to coax out more, eager to hear every groan and hum and rumble. With time, she wanted to learn what he liked best, the ways to draw them all out. But now she was focused on the way he grabbed her hip, like he was claiming her, and she was offering herself up for the taking.

Claire gasped as he started to move, resisting the urge to rock up and rush things. No, she wanted to revel the sensation of him slowly filling her, inch by inch. She moved her hand up to his arm, steadying herself just as he was. The other moved up, gently cradling the back of his neck. Soft but possessive, needing him close to her as much as anything else.

A low moan escaped, breath catching in her throat. While she did have to adjust as he stretched her around him, she felt nothing but pleasure. He didn't have to worry about hurting her at all, but she still appreciated him being careful with her. Not many on her short list of lovers had shown her this kind of tenderness.

"So good," Claire said with a soft moan, catching his lips with another nibbling, teasing kiss. "You feel so good already."

She may not need him to treat her tenderly, but Steve was going to do it until the moment she told him otherwise. His own sexual experience was limited, just a handful of women in all his years and every single one of them needing him to be cautious in order to protect them from himself. Gentle was a habit he’d picked up even when every fiber of his being wanted to let go. To release the tension he held and to learn whether or not he liked something more too.

Because gentle was great. Even better when he wanted their first time together to feel special, whatever they meant in his strange mix of modern and old fashioned sensibilities. But maybe not so gentle could be good too. Who knew.

“Wait’ll you see,” Steve murmured with a breathy laugh, “how much better it’ll be if I do this.” Slowly, enough it was neatly torture for him, he rolled his hips against hers, a long, deep thrust that withdrew just the same. If the urge for more hadn’t been so strong it could almost be called leisurely.

As it was, it was closer to teasing. And she’d have to tell him to stop it.

It was torture for her too, but the sweetest kind of suffering. She whined, soft and needy, sensation rippling through her just with that single thrust of his hips. And Steve was only getting started.

"Yes," Claire breathed, torn between the desire to bask in this slow pace and the greedy way she wanted more. Instinct won out in the end. Her hips rocked up, a little firmer, a little faster. And then once more, working up a rhythm.

She groaned as she caught him for a kiss, the hand on his arm gripping a bit more tightly. If he needed encouragement to know he didn't have to be quite so gentle, she was ready to oblige.

"You're not gonna break me, you know," came the playful reminder, lips ghosting over his jaw.

In another situation, Steve definitely would have blushed. He'd have been embarrassed for being called out. But in the moment, it sounded like encouragement, and he did know she was sturdier than she looked. Sturdier than even him. She could take it.

He echoed her groan, dragging his lips away from hers, pressing his instead to her throat, the slow strokes not speeding up but rather pressing just a little deeper when he slid into her.

"I know you won't." But now he was most definitely, undoubtedly, teasing again. Something he would later be impressed with himself for having the capability to do in the first place. He ached for more, just as she did. The movement of her hips beneath his made it clear she wanted what she wasn't quite asking for. He wanted to give it to her. But he wanted her to feel how important she was to him, too, and so he was going to do what felt like meeting it in the middle.

Which was taking things torturously slow until he couldn't take it anymore and she was writhing and begging him to give in.

Her head tilted for more of those kisses over her neck, soft sounds of pleasure escaping with every press of his hips. She knew he was teasing now, but it felt far too incredible to protest. Sometimes a slow pace could lead to an even more satisfying end.

And Claire loved that he was still taking his time with her, drawing this out. For once, a first time actually felt meaningful. She kept her arms around Steve, reveling in holding him close as he moved over her, their bodies in unison.

That didn't mean it wasn't also testing her patience and self-control. It was all she could do to keep herself from bucking her hips up. Instead she whimpered, squirming under him, thighs quivering.

"Steve." Her voice had gone slightly higher in pitch, soft and breathy. Not quite desperate, but getting there. "Baby, please."

Please, what? She just knew he'd ask, the ~~awful~~ delightful tease he was. Now she rocked up sharply, grinding her hips against his.

"Don't hold back."

There was something uniquely satisfying about drawing those pleas from her. Maybe it wasn’t that difficult a thing to do, Steve recognized that he didn’t know enough about this side of her, barely knew enough about her at all, to know one way or the other, but the swell in his chest came all the same. Maybe he just liked hearing it. He hardly counted himself as experienced enough to know those things. It didn’t really matter in the end.

The only thing that mattered was that she wanted him.

A smile interrupted the kisses to her neck. She was quick, his girl, answering the teasing questions he would definitely have asked before he had the chance to voice them. Because he would have, as much to tease her as to be sure she was getting exactly what she wanted. That was important to him. It was the most important thing to him.

“No?” There was amusement in his voice, and he nipped playfully at her skin, knowing he couldn’t hurt her. “You need more, huh?” He didn’t really give her opportunity to answer, didn’t really need to hear it this time to know she did. His weight shifted to give himself a little more leverage and he thrust sharply into her, driving in hard.

Steve not holding back could seriously injure most women. Claire wasn’t most women. They’d never have been there in the first place if she was.

He was still teasing her, even as he was moving to give in to her breathless pleas. But she loved that playful lilt to his tone, the warmth and amusement, especially in such an intimate moment. A moment that felt truly theirs.

Claire felt him shift over her, felt the way it changed the angle of her hips, and gasped softly. Her entire body seemed to shudder when he came down for that sharp thrust, a mewling whine at her lips. She wrapped a leg around his waist as if to keep him right there.

No, it was safe to say Claire wasn't like most women. She could take whatever Steve gave her and still be ready to beg for more.

"Yes- yes. More... please," she murmured, arms pulling back from around his shoulders to rest a hand on his upper arm, the other tangled in the bedding. A smile played at her lips as she stared up at him, body leaning over hers, practically holding her against the mattress with the hips. "You look so damn good like that."

Playful and teasing wasn't something Steve ever really got to be, not with anyone. He held himself too seriously most of the time. But with Claire, in that moment, he was letting go, letting a bit of the version of himself he'd only ever given glimpses of run free. Secure in the fact that that it was okay to embrace the fantasies he'd never thought would come to light, he was at ease with her. He wasn't holding any part of himself back anymore.

Her pleas were impossible to refuse, and Steve wasn't inclined to deny her anything. Not when she was wrapped around him the way she was, not when her soft hands were on his skin and she was so warm and tight around his cock. Not when she was asking for exactly what he wanted to give her.

"Like what?" he encouraged, wanting more of those pleas, more of the voice that was quickly becoming music to his ears, though he knew the answer because she looked just as good to him. Better, maybe, spread out in in his bed like she was, breathless for him. Every heave of her chest brought her closer to him and he couldn't resist the urge to feel that press too. It was easy for him to simply balance his weight on one arm, freed hand moving to cover her breast once more. And the rhythm of his thrusts into her wetness stayed sharp, quick, inching one bit at a time toward roughness.

Which she still deserved better than but how he thought she deserved to be treated aside, she deserved what she liked and what was going to get her off.

"Like... fuck-" Claire cut off with a whine. Her capacity for coherent speech was severely degraded as Steve started up that steady rhythm. Instead, she was momentarily reduced to gasps and low moans, the hand on his arm gripping a little more tightly. She moved under him, careful to keep her hips at that perfect angle.

In her mind, she didn't consider it roughness as much as she saw it as passion, even if he wasn't exactly being gentle with her. She craved that feeling of wanting, of being unable to get enough of each other, of letting go of all the restraint and self-control they usually held onto.

And, well. Yeah, this was definitely working toward getting her off. Claire could feel it building, each thrust of his hips bringing her closer. Her voice grew a little higher in pitch, more desperate, and she was already starting to tighten around his cock.

"You look good on top of me," she finally managed to reply, a lopsided smile spreading across her face. "Even better than I imagined."

It was entirely true, but maybe she also was trying to get a reaction out of him. Maybe he'd laugh, or perhaps more likely he'd blush. Either way, it would be adorable. She enjoyed that they could have fun while being intimate; it just made everything that much more enjoyable. Which was saying something considering how enjoyable it was already.

"Feels better than I imagined, too. Don't stop," Claire said softly, pleading again. All of his teasing and encouraging gave her the impression that he liked her sounding that way.

Later, when there wasn't a deep pleasure building in his gut, Steve would want to hear all about how she'd imagined him looking. He'd want to hear all about every fantasy she'd conjured up about him. When he was less focused on her and giving her everything she needed, he'd want her to tell him everything she'd ever wanted from him just so he could start giving it to her.

"I've got you," he promised, his own voice equally soft, pleasure rumbling beneath it. He had absolutely no intentions of stopping, not now, not ever, not as long as she was still interested in having him, not as long as she still wanted him. "Not stopping until you come for me."

Steve wanted absolutely nothing more, though just fucking her for the rest of time came a pretty close second.

His hand on her body became a little firmer, kneading her breast under his palm. The urge to be gentle with her melting away in the wake of his need, tension working its way into his muscles as that need and the pleasure he took from her built higher and hotter in him. He brushed his lips to hers in a breathless kiss.

There he went, shattering her expectations. She liked that he could surprise her when she thought she might predict how he'd react. Just the words and the soft way he spoke had her shivering, her other leg lifting to wrap around his waist. No such thing as close enough, not now, maybe not ever, at least while they were alone together.

Claire returned the kiss more fully, raising her hand from where she'd been gripping the bedding to instead cup his cheek. Rough and tender didn't have to be mutually exclusive; it was all the same desire. She rocked her hips up into his thrusts, a little more insistent as her orgasm felt imminent.

But as much as Claire wanted - and needed - to get off, she was reluctant for this first time to be over. Still, they did have all night, and as many nights as they wanted. That thought all by itself was absolute bliss.

"You got me pretty close," she murmured, lips ghosting against his with the words. And it was true, he had her on the edge, moans strained and breathy. She was trying her best not to be too loud, though Steve was making that rather difficult. Not that she was about to complain.

Her being too loud was the very least of Steve’s concerns in the moment, few as those even were. Everything had zeroed in to be just her, just them, just the satisfaction of fantasies built up over who even knew how long. It was impossible to worry that someone might be by the door and overhear them, that answering all the questions that would come would be much sooner than they were planning on.

All that mattered was her pleasure, and his own by extension.

Making her feel good felt good and every thrust into her willing body took him closer and closer to the edge as well. He was closer than he wanted, because he, too, was reluctant to end their first time together. Even knowing they could spend all night exploring each other, neither needing much rest and he expected if his ability to heal could keep him hard, hers could keep her wet and ready too. It wasn’t something he’d spent much time considering, but the thought, as many had, had crossed his mind.

A smile tugged at his lips, still brushing against hers, the intimacy of the closeness even as he fucked her with hard strokes tugging at his heart. “Let go, then,” he murmured, his gentle encouragement carrying a bit of the sharpness of an order despite his best intentions. “Come for me, Claire. Let me have it.”

He wanted to see her face, feel her cunt squeezing him. He wanted it all.

In her rare, private moments of fantasizing, Claire had wondered if Steve's enhanced abilities enhanced, well. Everything. She was getting that answer right now, in spades. Just being able to keep up with the pace, and it didn't seem like he was straining at all, except maybe to hold off his own pleasure.

It caught her by surprise, the way the edge of a command in his voice was more or less all she needed to start her spiraling over the edge. Her hips stuttered in their rhythm as she rocked up to meet his, her cunt tightening around him just as he'd wanted.

All thoughts of trying to be quiet went out the window as she gasped, crying out with utter bliss, wave after wave coursing through her. She writhed beneath him, whimpering his name.

Moving purely on instinct, she held on tight with her arms around his shoulders, crashing her lips against his in a bruising kiss. And her hips kept moving, wanting nothing more than to feel him give in to his own pleasure and let go inside her.

"Give it to me," she whined against his mouth, breathless. "Come for me."

She didn't need to ask for it, but that she did was enough to send him toppling over after her. A few more quick thrusts and he was shuddering harshly as his own orgasm overtook him. His steady pace faltered, jerking without stopping as a deep and satisfied groan was wrenched from his chest.

Slowly, as the high settled, he stopped moving over her but he didn't pull away. He continued kissing her, gentling that as well as his heartrate started to come down again, his weight settling more firmly against her, and for a moment, or a few, he was content to just bask in the glow of the two of them while they caught their breath again.

He did smile against her lips, wound up nudging his nose to hers after a bit, a playful fondness that he was coming to like with Claire even if he'd never had that sort of thing with anyone before.

"That's better than I imagined." Of course he'd imagined. More than he'd ever thought he should do. Now, all those imaginings and fantasies were just more things he wanted to try with her.

She slowed as he did, pleasure still crackling through her, the intensity fading until only the afterglow remained. Her legs loosened from around his waist, her body relaxing more, but she kept her arms around his shoulders. His weight against her was comforting and steadying, it was safe.

A smile tugged at her lips, her expression one of utter contentment. Though she did subtly raise her eyebrows with that admission. The thought of Steve fantasizing about her was almost too much. If they hadn't just finished, she might have been ready to go all over again.

"I... might like to know about this imagining, at some point," Claire giggled, her cheeks flushing from the exertion as much as the topic. Nudging up for a quick kiss, she then tucked her face in against his neck. She needed that closeness.

"But now I just wanna hold you."

The flush in her cheeks was endearing, and not so unlike the reaction Steve would have if he came out and asked for the things he wanted. The exertion wasn't so clear on him, a faint sheen of sweat on his skin but within moments his pulse and his breathing were returning to normal, but he was more easily embarrassed than a man his age ought to be. So he thought at any rate.

He gave a little hum of pleasure, just stayed there with her face tucked into his neck for a second, enjoying the intimacy of the moment. They'd both be more comfortable if he moved, though, and so he did, simply turning them to one side. He got an arm under her, so he could really envelop her in his embrace, so he could cradle her close. Like she was something precious to him.

She was. Even if this thing went absolutely nowhere now that they'd done something with the sexual tension, he cared about her more than just someone he mentored. More than just a co-worker. More than just a friend.

"Nothing says we can't have both," he pointed out in quiet amusement. "But only if you're sharing first." No doubt if she did share, he'd just wind up aroused again though.

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