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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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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.

It did take a second for him to recover. For him to even out his breathing and find some sort of stability again. It was hardly the first time anyone had done something like that for him, but it was somehow so much better, so much more, with her. He was a lot further gone over her than he’d realized, it seemed.

He caught her hand and drew it up to kiss her fingers, placed another to her palm before he returned her touch to his arm.

“If I’d known you were that good at it, I’d have let you a long time ago,” he chuckled as his breathing settled. She really was very good at it. Steve had imagined her mouth on him plenty of times but not once had his imagination done her any justice. Probably because he’d always looked at her as more innocent than she was, because he couldn’t believe she’d want something that was solely for his benefit.

He hadn’t believed she would have wanted anything from him at all.

Her smile widened at the praise, at the small show of affection as he kissed her hand. She was already happy; now she was over the moon. The experience had far exceeded her own fantasies, too.

"And now all you have to do is ask." Claire's voice was soft, her head ducking down to kiss his shoulder. She still wanted to make sure he had enough time to catch his breath and recover, but... she also couldn't help herself. It was damn near impossible to lie there next to Steve and not touch or kiss him.

He wasn't stopping her, though. So she supposed he liked it as much as she did. He certainly had to know how much she'd enjoy pleasing him. She thought she'd made that fairly obvious.

She glanced up to catch his eye, still smiling. There was no expectation of reciprocation, though she did have one small request. "Can you hold me again?"

Asking her to suck him off was definitely not something Steve ever imagined he’d be comfortable doing, but he definitely wouldn’t be refusing any offers made. He was reserved, not stupid.

Her request, though, was one she didn’t even need to make. Claire could demand just about anything she wanted from him and he would give it happily, but holding her just felt natural. Without a word, Steve shifted to slide his arm under her, around her, pulling her in against his side.

“Give me a minute and I’ll do better than just holding you.” He posed it jokingly, but Steve was very much looking forward to getting his mouth on her in turn; he just needed to take a minute. To make sure he was with it enough to give as good as he’d gotten.

And giving really mattered to him. Not just because it seemed like a fair trade, not just because it seemed selfish to just let her give to him. Steve just wanted to touch her, to kiss and taste and hold onto. He’d fantasized about all that and more for so long, he didn’t want to miss a single second of having it now that he could.

Claire sighed as he pulled her in closer, head resting on his chest again. All of the sex and fooling around was nice, but this... the closeness and intimacy of lying intertwined, skin on skin, it was easily just as good.

Going down on Steve had been an incredible turn-on, though she had been content to ignore her own rising need in favor of focusing on him. The promise of more, however, was enough to send a new rush of heat swirling through her core. She was trying not to let it show too much. Like him, she wasn't doing any of this purely for a trade.

"Only if you really want to," she returned, a note of shyness lingering in her tone. Maybe it was still a little hard to believe that he really wanted her. Even after the way the night had gone so far. She wasn't usually so insecure, but then she also didn't usually feel this deeply for someone. Steve was very much the exception.

Claire glanced up, then added, "You holding me is pretty damn good, for the record." Maybe he knew; she had to say it anyway.

It was nice that she wasn’t putting any pressure on him, for anything, but it was that that made him want to give to her all the more. For as much as Steve tried not to push for more than she was willing to give, he needed her to give the same in kind. He wasn't exactly drowning in experience with this sort of thing.

And maybe it seemed like he might, but he was sure the bulk of it was instinct and the desire to please her. He could keep her with him one day longer with good sex, and even if that wasn't a conscious intention it was something that lingered in the back of his mind, whispering to him even in the comfort and closeness.

"It is pretty good, isn't it?" He had to agree with the sentiment. As much as he wanted to fulfill every fantasy he'd ever had of her and then create a few more, he could easily be content with just the moments that came between. "But I'm sorry to tell you, I'm absolutely determined here."

His fingers traced down her side, a light touch, a teasing brush, and a playfully teasing smile turned toward her. Steve did like the moments in between, but there was no reason why he keep touching her in them.

"Don't be sorry," Claire purred, shivering under his touch. Even the lightest tease was enough to get a reaction from her. She idly wondered if that would always be the case, or if she'd get used to it somehow. Part of her hoped she didn't. She hoped that Steve would always be able to make her shiver and sigh with just a brush of his fingers.

In their late night talks, he had shared some of his past with her, and even then it was easy to forget that he wasn't so experienced. Not that she had a ton of experience either - she'd dated some, for sure. But, Steve was usually so confident and collected that it felt only natural that he'd know exactly what he was doing. It didn't really occur to her that he might not.

He certainly wasn't giving her any doubts that he could please her now.

Claire's head ducked down again, nuzzling affectionately into his shoulder. She kept her arm draped lightly over his stomach, utterly content to cuddle in close. Perhaps more than the sexual fantasies, she'd imagined him holding her just like this. Sometimes the thought helped her sleep.

"I know better than to stop you when you're determined to do something," she teased. "And trust me, I don't want to stop you now."

“Sure about that?” The teasing was still in his voice, and he shifted slightly to simply haul Claire on top of him with an easy smile. She was small and she was light; he could move her around without so much as a flex of muscle. “‘Cause I’m pretty sure you’re going to get sick of how much I want you pretty quick.”

Because if Steve had his way, he’d be all over her every moment until the rush of being able to wore off. And he didn’t know that that would ever happen.

It wouldn’t be such a bad thing if it never did except for how he’d quickly find himself unable to find the desire to get out of bed, or to be anywhere that wasn’t wrapped around or inside her. Both were quickly becoming his favorite things, each in its own way.

Because he liked holding her just as much as he liked everything else with her. Of course he did. It felt good to just lounge around, protect her and care for her. But right that second he was aiming for a little more than that.

"Positive." Her tone was just as light, just as amused. She made a surprised, but pleased little sound as he lifted her on top of him. It was indeed rather easy - and comfortable - to lay right there, her body draped over his almost like a blanket.

But Claire had to scoff at the mere notion that she could get sick of him, however teasing it might have been. She needed Steve to know beyond doubt exactly how much she wanted him. He was the only one she wanted, and had been ever since they'd met.

"Are you kidding? I promise I want you just as much," she assured him, lips then brushing against his, "and I like knowing that you want me." Even if it still felt kind of like a dream. The longer they spent together, tangled up in each other, the more real it became.

Her head pulled up, unable to suppress a smirk. "So you can keep showing me how much you want me."

“Is that right?” There was a clear playfulness in Steve’s voice and in his smile. That lightness he felt alone in her company that he didn’t have anywhere else. He felt good with her in a way he’d never experienced with anyone, and so of course he was looking to continue that.

Steve wasn’t often selfish, but in this, absolutely.

In this he could let himself have something just for him.

With a grin, his hands slipped up to tangle in her hair again, pulling her right back down to kiss her all over again. The softness of it was gone now, replaced with a growing hunger. She’d invited him to keep showing her what he wanted, and he was going to do just that. For as long as she let him. For as long as she still wanted him to do it.

Besides, he had a very particular goal still in mind.

The smile on his face made Claire melt almost as much as the kiss did. Maybe even more. She wouldn't ever get tired of seeing Steve so at ease and happy, there was no doubt about that.

His lips were on hers before she could reply, but she wasn't about to complain. Instead she groaned softly against his mouth, heat rising in her once again. Though she'd set aside her need to please him, it was growing harder to ignore now. And maybe, that was exactly what he was going for.

Claire was eager to show him she meant it when she said she wanted him just as much.

Her weight settled more firmly over his, a hand pressed against the mattress to steady herself as she returned the kiss with a matching hunger. The other hand rested against the side of Steve's face, just to touch him. Wherever he intended to go with this, she wasn't about to rush things, no matter how needy she felt. It was nice just to lie there, trading kisses, tangled up in one another.

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