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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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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.

He definitely hadn't forgotten that she'd put her own needs aside to worry about him, and now that he'd had a second to recover from just how good a job she'd done with focusing on him, he was definitely going for ramping things back up and taking care of her in turn.

His hands slid slowly from her hair and down her back, over her hips, rounding her ass to give an encouraging squeeze, his mouth not breaking from hers. She might not be rushing things, but Steve's intentions were a little different.

And not because it was only fair. Not because he wanted to give back what she'd given him. Steve just genuinely wanted her. He wanted to touch and to give her pleasure, to see it on her face and hear the way she cried out for him. He wanted to play out every fantasy he'd ever indulged in and he wasn't what anyone would call a patient man.

But maybe there was a part of him, one he didn't even recognize, that was in a hurry to get it all in before she changed her mind about him.

She shivered as his hands ran down her body, his touch warm and luxurious. The squeeze to her ass made her hips rock forward, another soft, muffled sound escaping. Now she broke the kiss, catching her breath, head ducked down against Steve's neck.

"I love your hands on me," Claire purred, pressing a kiss to his jaw. And it was true; she wanted him to touch her everywhere. More than touch, but she was still taking her time, despite her slowly rising impatience.

There was no way she'd rush him now, not when she was so thoroughly enjoying the way he explored her. And she thought it was fair, she'd taken her time with him, at first.

Her head pulled back again, so she could smile down at Steve. It was going to be hard to leave this bed for a while, Claire thought, not when it was so easy to brush her lips against his, just because she could. She hoped the outside world could wait a while, so neither of them had to leave this perfect little bubble.

Steve was more than just hopeful the world could wait; he was counting on it. There was no part of him looking to get up and leave any time soon. There was a small part of him that whispered they never needed to leave that bed or stop touching each other. That bit, Steve would ignore, but the rest? The parts that just wanted to enjoy the moment while they had it, spend his time learning the ins and outs of what made Claire feel good? Those he’d follow.

“Is that all you like on you?” he teased softly, arching up to catch another kiss before she could pull away too far. He followed it with a smile that matched the tone and dipped his head to press his mouth to her jaw in turn, trailing light kisses down the side of her neck.

It was slow and deliberate attention, gently sucking her skin as he made his path, urging her to move with little nudges so that he could keep seeking. He never put enough force in it that he’d have left a mark, however short lived on her, just enough to stoke the flames of desire.

Steve wanted her to push a little. Or rather, he wanted her to want so badly that she couldn’t help herself. He might have no idea where that line was, but he was definitely enjoying creeping his way toward it.

“Or maybe you’re interested in my mouth being somewhere more useful.”

"I like all of you on me," she countered easily. But whatever else she had to say was quickly lost when Steve's lips started drifting down her jaw and neck. That gentle pressure was more than enough to have her whimpering quietly.

Even if he were trying, any mark left on her would simply have faded away immediately. That wasn't to say it didn't still feel good for her. It felt amazing.

Claire's hips pressed down again, almost unconsciously seeking friction. The mere thought of his mouth traveling lower made her wet. No doubt he'd be able to tell.

"I can think of at least a few places I'd like your mouth," Claire finally added, having caught her breath again. She leaned up just enough so that her breasts were exposed again, tantalizingly close if he wanted to lean down and explore some more.

But she had a thought, more or a question. "Should I roll over, or do you want me to stay on top?" He'd pulled her up there, after all. She wondered if there was a reason.

With a pleased hum, Steve’s attention dipped to her breasts when she moved, lips dragging around the swell of one, then moving down the other to tongue her nipple. Just that little bit set him on fire, the thrill of getting his mouth on her after so long trying to tell himself he didn’t want it and imagining doing just that exciting him as much as anything else.

He was loath to ask her to move, to break contact at all, or to lose the feeling of her hot and wet pressed against him, but it would probably be more comfortable for her if he was a little less selfish.

So reluctantly, and with a light brush of his teeth, he urged her to sit up properly, making no effort to move her from his lap in the process. “Better lie back for now. I’ll sit you on my face another time.”

After he learned exactly what she liked and how best to give it to her. Steve was determined to try everything he could think of and then some with her, but he was also determined to do it well.

She closed her eyes as she focused on just how wonderful his mouth felt on her breasts. So gentle; Steve was a deliberate man, and it thrilled her to learn how that carried over in situations like this. As he moved them upright, her eyes opened again, heavy-lidded and full of want. Hearing him talk about sitting her on his face, suddenly she wanted that very much.

But Claire also saw the sense in his suggestion without him even having to explain, so she stole another kiss before carefully moving off of his lap. Which, she thought, was something else she wanted to explore some more later, sitting on his lap just like that...

"I'm holding you to that," Claire teased, rolling on her back and grinning over at him. Her usual innocence was gone for the moment, replaced with an impishness that still managed to be adorable. It had already been a fantasy of hers, but maybe it was getting pushed a little higher on her list.

She stretched out almost luxuriously, arms above her head, legs long despite her petite stature. Usually she was pretty humble about her looks, even though she was comfortable with her appearance. Now, she wasn't sure she'd ever actually felt this sexy. Knowing Steve wanted her as much as she wanted him made her feel practically unstoppable.

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