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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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"At first for a bit I was worried you didn't like me that much. That didn't last long before we started being friends, though." Much to Claire's relief, she and Steve simply got along too well not to be friendly with each other.

She smiled warmly, drawing back some to look at him. Though she was still very much staying wrapped up in his arms - there was nowhere else she'd rather be.

"Now, you can kiss me any time you want, and then all those things kisses lead to..." Clearly she had plenty of her own ideas as far as that was concerned.

“Not liking you has never been a problem,”Steve was quick to assure. In fact, the opposite had been a problem for him on more than one occasion. Keeping his attraction to her under wraps had been a struggle.

One he was more than happy to give up.

So when she smiled and said he could kiss her, and more, whenever he wanted, Steve just went with the impulse. His hand lifted to curl into her hair, draw her down to he could kiss her. Long and slow and deep, not so much of the lightness of their conversation. It meant something. It meant all of his fondness and all of his desires and when he broke away he did so with a quick nip to her bottom lip.

“We’re gonna have to start figuring out what we like.” The sex was going to be good regardless but if Steve knew anything it was that a little communication could make it great.

Not from personal experience or anything, but he knew.

That was reassurance that Claire hadn't realized she might have needed. There was, of course, no doubt that Steve liked her now, but it was still nice to know her initial insecurity had been misguided.

Before she could express her relief, however, he was kissing her. She could feel everything behind it, all those feelings and desires, and she melted into him, all other thoughts on hold. Her hand smoothed down his back, content just to touch him until he pulled away from the kiss. That little nip made her shiver.

"I can tell you, I like that," Claire murmurs, her voice a low rumble of contentment. "And I sure don't mind messing around and finding out what else we like."

He liked that little rumble in her voice, something unlike what he was used to with her in all the very best ways. He could get used to hearing that quality. Just like he could get used to having her in his bed.

Especially knowing that neither of them needed much sleep and there were better ways to spend their nights.

Even if that better way was just talking. Just doing exactly what they’d always done together. Steve wouldn’t trade those hours they’d spent for any amount of sex, any number of kisses. Everything that had come first was what was really important to him. All the rest was just extra. A really good one that he wasn’t giving up now that he had it but a bonus all the same.

With a little quirk of a smile he brushed another kiss to her lips, softer this time, briefer. “Good. Because I plan on doing our fair share of messing around.”

She could get used to those kisses, the soft ones just as much as the slow and deep ones. Naturally, she loved their conversations, and even their time spent together quietly. But this new development made her happier than she could even begin to describe.

A hand lifted to cup his face, thumb brushing over his cheek. Steve's smile had always given her a little flutter inside, and now even more so.

"Yeah? Thinking about messing around some more tonight?" Claire asked, amused. She was all too aware of their lack of a normal sleep schedule, and the night was still pretty young.

Though she was completely content to simply snuggle up and talk, she had a feeling they might not be done exploring one another for the night. Maybe that was the best part, the fact that no matter what they did, she was just happy that they were together. Even if it did feel like kind of a cheesy thought, it was the truth.

Her nose brushed gently against his as she leaned in for another kiss. Just because she could. "I'm curious to learn more of what you like."

"I was thinking about it," Steve agreed playfully. "Unless you've got other plans."

He knew she didn't. He didn't. They'd made plans for dinner and to see where the night went and, unless something happened that required their particular brant of help, they were both free to just enjoy each other's company. Which was exactly what they needed to figure out how all this worked and what they liked together enough to keep going day to day without constant distraction.

At least for Steve. He was absolutely sure that until he got his head wrapped around this new development and what it meant and how they were going to move ahead, that was all that he was going to be able to think about. He was a single minded sort of man.

It just so happened that currently his mind was entirely on Claire.

Other plans. Yeah, right. It would have taken a state of emergency to make her leave. The way Claire shifted close, an arm curling possessively around Steve's waist, made that abundantly clear.

"Any plans I have right now involve us not leaving this room at least until the sun comes up," she said, lips brushing against his jaw as she worked her way down to his neck. She moved slowly, exploring and savoring every inch of skin she covered with kisses. Her hand did some exploring as well, palm flat and smoothing up Steve's back, then down again.

Apparently, she was also rather single-minded. Seeing where the night had gone, she wanted to stay there as long as possible. It felt too perfect, better than all her fantasies.

While Claire didn't think she'd be so distracted that she wouldn't be able to complete her work, she knew her focus would be shifted all the same. The initial stages of a romance were generally easy to get swept up in, and this was that on an even more intense level. Overwhelming, but in the best way.

The slow, methodical press of her lips over his skin continued, down to his collarbone. She gave a gentle and playful nibble, humming contentedly. "What else might you be thinking?"

Overwhelming didn't even begin to cover the swirling mess of Steve's feelings. He'd need time to sort through everything, and he wanted to spend every minute of that time, however long it took, with Claire. Wrapped up in her, wrapped around her, enjoying her touch and touching her and listening to every little gasp and moan and hitch of her breath that told him how to do it best.

She was pretty good at telling him so far; he had to hope it kept up.

His hand lifted to tangle loosely in her hair as she made her way toward his chest, the steady beat of his heart picking up in anticipation. "I'm thinking you should keep doing what you're doing and see where that takes us."

Steve had an inkling of an idea of her intentions, didn't dare to hope he was right.

Steve was definitely onto something when it came to figuring out where she was going, though she was certainly taking her sweet time to get there. They had all night, and she wanted to make the most of it.

That included showering him with as many kisses as possible as she slowly down his collarbone. Claire's gaze lifted to smile up at him, a few blonde strands falling over her eyes. Messy and flushed, a far cry from how put-together she usually was when they worked.

"You might be able to guess where it takes me," she teased, eyes on his as she laid a kiss on his chest. Even if she was sure he wanted it as much as she did, she liked dropping hints and making sure he had no objections.

With a quiet hum, she lowered her head once more, lips brushing across his chest. With a nudge, she began gently encouraging him to get on his back.

“Might,” Steve agreed gamely, laughter lingering beneath his voice. “But I think we’d better make sure.” He wasn’t going to tell her to do anything but continue. No chance of that. Even if it wasn’t necessary, even if he’d be perfectly happy to give to her without ever receiving in return. He wasn’t stupid enough to turn an order down.

Especially an offer from the person he wanted. The person he cared about. Would even say he loved in some ways, was looking forward to doing it in others.

He moved easily at her prompting, settling back against the pillows. His hands came to smooth across her back and up her shoulders, to brush through her hair gently. There was no pushing, no nudging her to keep going, just touching for the sake of touching while he let her explore him at her leisure. Even if excitement and anticipation were starting to bubble in him again, every part of him that was impatient urging him to take what he wanted. Steve could be patient when and where it mattered.

It mattered with Claire.

Those gentle touches were all the encouragement she needed. She was clearly eager to keep going without much prodding from Steve. And down she went, shifting further along the bed, kisses trailing toward his stomach. She wasn't even thinking about reciprocation, only about showing her affection and desire.

Despite her eagerness, Claire still took her time. It was a slow exploration, lips and tongue and hands working in tandem to shower every inch she could reach with affection. She had definitely spent time imagining herself doing exactly this, more time than she was currently willing to admit.

"You ought to have guessed by now," she giggled as she crept lower, pressing a kiss above Steve's waist. One hand smoothed down his thigh, and she peeked up again that was every bit as loving as it was mischievous.

"Speak now or else I'm not comin' back up 'til I'm done."

The slow exploration of her mouth did plenty to bring Steve’s excitement rushing back. Not that it took much to get him going in the first place. For months just the thought of Claire’s mouth on his body had been enough. He’d had to be cautious, incredibly so, not to let thoughts like that drift into his mind before. But now? In bed with her and with that eager sparkle when she glanced up at him?

Her mouth on him was all he could think about.

Steve’s breath came a little quicker, pulse racing from her attentions.

“Is that supposed to make me want to stop you?” he questioned in a low laugh, brushing his fingers through her hair again, pushing a few loose strands back from her face. There was no world in which he’d turn away what she was so very clearly offering. Was it necessary? No. But did he want it all the same? Absolutely.

"I'd hope it doesn't," she murmured, glancing up at him again. "Though I'd always stop if you said no. Not to get too serious in the middle of all our fun." Being clear about boundaries was important, especially as they were still in this exploration stage, each learning what the other liked.

Since Steve very clearly wasn't saying no, she was happy to continue. The hand on his thigh curled inward, fingertips creeping up along the inside. All the while, Claire positioned herself between his legs, settling comfortably against the mattress. She could get used to the view from down here, she decided.

But she didn't spend too much time admiring, instead focusing her attention on exactly what she'd fantasized about doing for months. Leaning in, she swept her tongue up along the shaft of his cock, savoring the lingering taste of their lovemaking from before. She repeated the action, hands steadying herself on his hips so she could focus on working with her mouth.

Claire hummed her approval, then gently took the head of his cock between her lips, tongue swirling. Her gaze lifted to his face just to see his reaction. Seeing how much she pleased him was as much a part of the fantasy as everything else.

There was absolutely no doubt in Steve's mind that if he actually wanted to stop and he said as much, she'd back off. Just as he was absolutely sure she understood without him needing to say it that the same was true for him. Steve would never push her into something she didn't want, would always stop if she asked him to.

He'd probably stop if she even seemed to hesitate, he was so cautious about going too far with her.

She didn't seem to be hesitating at all in that moment, and for that Steve was glad. Eager for every touch, he watched her intently, the labored breath not eased at all when she moved to settle between his legs. Breath that was gone completely at the first brush of her tongue. It was a shock of pleasure better than anything he'd imagined. And he'd imagined in a lot of different ways. He'd imagined so much with her. Reality was turning out to be better in every way.

Steve's expression was full of lust-filled wonder when her gaze lifted to his. Seeing her with her lips wrapped around him like that was beyond any image he'd ever painted in his mind, all at once had him throbbing against her tongue.

"Claire, that's..." He didn't even know what it was. Amazing didn't seem to cover it. Steve just brushed his fingers fondly against her cheek, hoped that would get some of the point across.

If her mouth weren't otherwise occupied, she'd be grinning like a fool. The mostly-unspoken praise from Steve was enough to have her over the moon. That gentle touch on her cheek made her eyes flutter closed briefly, and she made another humming sound of approval.

But she wasn't pulling away, even if she had half a mind to tease him. That's what, Steve? Claire might have asked, instead she ducked her head down a little farther, taking him into her mouth more.

Given the obvious delight in her eyes, she was enjoying this as much as he was. She was happy to take her time, to fully explore and learn all the things that made him react. What made his breath catch, what made him moan, what made him forget what he was saying in the middle of saying it.

That look of lust in his eyes gave her a shiver. It had been something she fantasized about but couldn't quite imagine. Steve had always been so careful and controlled around her, it was hard to picture that look on his face.

Now, though, it would live in her memory forever.

Claire didn't move down too much farther, instead pulling up, and then slowly back down. A slow, teasing, torturous rhythm. Though she was eager to show off - she was good at this, and she liked doing it - she wanted even more to make sure he got the most enjoyment.

He wasn’t a man who would do anything to urge her along in what she was doing. Her mouth wrapped around his cock was more than enough, more than he could ever ask for. The slick warmth of her tongue and lips, even the softness of her skin against his thighs, pulled the breath from his lungs and every thought of anything but the way she felt. So Steve didn’t press at all, the hand he touched her with in turn gentle.

His fingers tangled in her hair, keeping it pulled back from her face so he could watch her, watch her lips slide around him. The pleasure it gave was ramped up with the sight of her.

That sparkle of something that looked like real enjoyment in her eyes did as much for him as the physical sensations.

And Steve couldn’t hold back the low groan of appreciation, the way his breath came in heavy huffs and short gasps, as if he couldn’t find the even in between.

Claire's enjoyment was only deepened by the sounds he made, the gentle touch of his hand on her face and then in her hair. She was encouraged further, head dipping down lower. If there was any difficulty in doing so, she certainly wasn't showing it. If anything, she was showing off.

Finally her eyes lowered from Steve's face, but only so she could better concentrate on pleasing him. She made a pretty display of letting her lips glide down as far as she could. As the head of his cock hit her throat, she held him there for a few seconds before pulling back again.

Was it possible to enjoy this too much? She certainly didn't think so.

Her head started to bob again, smooth motions, but not too fast. Not yet. She wanted to hear him react, the moans, the changes in his breathing. All of that. Still keeping her eyes down, she moved a hand up over his stomach and chest with admiring touches as she worked. There was affection and desire behind every action. Every touch, every glance, there was intent and focus. And it all revolved around Steve.

It definitely felt like she was showing off. Steve wasn't a small man in any sense of the word, but Claire took him in her mouth like it was nothing. If it was anything other than spectacular, he'd be able to be impressed. As it was, he could only keep staring at her, breathless. Even if she wasn't watching him, he couldn't tear his eyes away from her.

Until he couldn't keep his eyes open. She took him in deeply and followed it by a steady rhythm and her hand trailing up his stomach and Steve could only moan lowly, let his head drop back against the bed. "Fuck."

He wasn't a guy who cursed all that often, not aloud anyway, had trained that habit out of him when he'd become someone people watched; it didn't feel right to be swearing like a soldier when eyes were on him, but if there was ever a moment that deserved it, it was under Claire's attention.

The gentle touch to her hair tightened, just a little, not quite holding but putting a little more pressure on her. He wouldn't push. He might want to, but that wasn't who Steve was. He wouldn't. But wasn't above a little gentle coaxing, soft encouragement

Maybe, just maybe, that 'fuck' was exactly what Claire wanted to hear. And there it was. Steve was always so careful, so proper. Bringing out this side of him was quite the accomplishment in her eyes. She savored every moan, every shaky breath.

As closely as she was paying attention, naturally she noticed the way his grip on her hair tightened ever so slightly. She would've liked even more pressure, but just as he wasn't pushing her, she wasn't going to push him. As it was, she loved the gentle encouragement, her pace picking up a little.

Teasing was fun, but ultimately she wanted to make him feel good. To learn exactly how he liked and wanted it, and give it to him. So she took his coaxing eagerly, hand still resting on his stomach, gaze once again lifting to watch his face. There was some satisfaction in seeing how he'd had to drop his head back.

Claire's eyes lit up with the smile her mouth was too occupied to give, a pleased hum reverberating through her lips. One that would certainly add to his pleasure, and she watched with anticipation to see how he'd react.

He of course didn't see her satisfaction, but he definitely felt the pleased hum. He gasped sharply, muscles tensing as the pleasure shot through him. That gentle hold on her tightened reflexively, released again just as quickly in a light caress that was almost an apology.

Try as he might, careful as he tried to be with her, he couldn't stop the way his hips lifted to meet her mouth, though, tiny little thrusts that were completely beyond his control. Steve didn't lose control often, not ever, but somehow Claire pulled away every shred of that hold on himself.

It was a freeing feeling.

Steve hadn't ever felt anything but restrained with anyone. Claire was, in a lot of ways, very safe. Not that Steve was able to realize that in the moment. He wasn't thinking about anything at all beyond how good her mouth felt on him.

"Fuck, Claire," he gasped, the pressure of pleasure coiling tightly. "That's...you're so good." That still didn't really do the feeling justice. It wasn't nearly enough.

His tightening grip, however brief, earned a muffled groan from her. She was just as delighted to notice the way his hips bucked up, and she let her head dip down a little farther again as if to encourage that behavior. And that was precisely the intention, of course.

Claire was safe, he could let himself go. She hummed again, lips snug and slick around him. The hand not on his stomach moved to stroke around the base of his cock while her mouth took care of the rest.

There didn't seem to be any sign that she was tiring, no need for a break to rest her jaw or catch her breath. No, she was purely focused on Steve, pouring all of her affection into her actions.

Some might have seen this as a demeaning or dirty act, but not Claire. Especially not with the someone she cared about this much. The look in her eyes as she watched him was pure adoration.

He had to be getting closer, and she was ready for it.

The truth was that Steve was a lot closer than he wanted to be. It took every ounce of restraint he had to hold on, to not come right down her throat with absolutely no warning, to let her enjoy herself and to enjoy himself, enjoy her touch and the slide of her lips around him, stretched around his girth.

There was no way he could hold out, even without watching her too. She had him breathless. Had his head spinning. His hips still working ever so slightly off the bed, pressing deeper into her without any real rhythm. Just a nearly desperate search for more.

He managed to lift his head a little, crack his eyes open, just enough to see the way she watched him and he was done in. His already labored breathing came sharper, the hold on her hair he tried so hard to keep gentle tightening reflexively once more.

“Claire,” he gasped. Appreciation and warning all at once. The hand in her hair tugged just a little. As if to communicate that she needed to pull back. Steve didn’t want her to pull back. A few strokes of her hand would finish the job, sure, but her mouth would be better.

As tempted as she was to keep still and let Steve's hips take control, she refrained. It was growing increasingly obvious how close he was, and there was no way she was letting up now. Even as he warned her, Claire didn't pull away.

Instead she gave a muffled moan in response, eager and encouraging. The warning didn't go unnoticed, but she was gently letting him know that it was unneeded. She wasn't stopping until Steve was satisfied. His tightening grip and that little tug only had her head bobbing faster, hand matching pace.

The look in Claire's eyes turned determined, almost pleading. There could be no doubt how much she wanted him to come, and how much she didn't want to take her mouth off him when he did. When she said she wanted him, she meant all of him.

He’d given her the chance, and he could see the anticipation in her eyes. She didn’t pull back and Steve couldn’t have held on if he’d wanted to. He did kind of want to. He wanted to draw it out and bask in the pleasure of her lips and tongue.

She made it impossible to resist her, though, and that Steve didn’t want to do.

With a cry, he came. His hips lifted from the bed in a sharp thrust, his eyes screwed shut as the torrent of pleasure washed through him and he emptied into her waiting mouth. He couldn’t stop himself from gripping at her hair, holding her tightly against him.

The peak passed and he wound up slumping back, gasping for breath that had long since left him. That grip on her head released quickly, fingers gently stroking through the loose strands in apology he couldn’t manage the words for just yet.

In fact, all he could manage was to pant out: “Fuck.”

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And Claire was ready for it when he came. There was just enough time to catch a taste on her tongue before Steve pulled at her hair and kept her in place. That made the whole moment even hotter, leaving her whimpering softly as his grip loosened.

She swallowed, gently lifted her head, and licked her lips as she drew away. A lopsided smile bloomed across her face, and she slowly moved back up, pausing to drop a kiss onto his stomach.

"I've... wanted to do that for a while," Claire murmured, her tone thick with a mix of satisfaction and amusement. She settled next to him to give him some time to recover, a hand propped up under her head as she laid on her side. The other hand stroked smoothly down Steve's arm, just to touch him.

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