No Way To Deny It's Real Now...
Darcy took lunch around 12, after she made sure Jane had her meatball sub, and went up to her apartment trying her hardest to ignore Jane’s request that she ‘take notes’. Shut up Jane.
She took off her sweater, went into the kitchen and fixed a quick lunch of peanut butter and jelly with apple slices, knowing she was going to have a big dinner later. She sipped her smoothie and watched videos on her phone, trying to work up the courage to go in her bedroom. The last time she attempted this, she had downed a whole bottle of wine, but she wasn’t able to do that now. What if it didn’t work? What if it was a one-time thing? What if it only worked at night? What if it created someone she didn’t even know? What if this time, the naked hologram person went bananas and started smashing shit?
“One way to find out,” Darcy huffed as she hopped off her stool and put her dishes in the sink. She made sure the front door was locked for good measure, and went in her bedroom. “Jarvis, please enact privacy protocols.” Darcy requested, and Jarvis acquiesced. She grabbed the remote to close her curtains and lowered the lights, creating a similar atmosphere to the night before. She took off her converses and tossed them in the corner, and put her glasses on the nightstand. She grabbed the disk off her bed and put it in the stereo.
She quickly went back over to climb up to the center of her bed.
With a deep, steadying breath, she grabbed the stereo remote and pressed play.
Still on random from the night before, the drum beats of track 9 began to fill the silence of her bedroom. Just as before, the intro music played on a loop. Darcy sat patiently, trying not to fidget. It was taking longer than last night, and Darcy was just about to throw in the towel when she saw that first flicker of light from the center of her speakers. Faster and faster the light flickered until steady beams of light flashed all over the walls of her room, as if they were searching for something.
Panicking just a little, Darcy realized they hadn’t done that yesterday. Right as she was about to react, the lights started to do something she hadn’t seen them do before. Not believing her eyes, Darcy watched as the beams started to create things on her walls. The Star Wars, Pulp Fiction, and Doctor Who posters that decorated her periwinkle walls slowly started to disappear as they were covered with moss and the thick barks of trees. Vines started to form from her ceiling and the trees, and plants and other flora were formed from her floor. Darcy watched as a beautiful canopy of leaves and branches covered her ceiling, letting beams of sunlight through, making it seem as if her ceiling was a hundred feet high. As the room transformed, the temperature changed creating a humid, warm environment. The normal lavender scent of her candles was replaced by the smells of the rainforest floor. Soft animal noises and calls could be heard in the distance, as if they were far off yet still audible. It was like an undisturbed little bubble made just for this. Completely consumed by the magic surrounding her, Darcy nearly forgot to watch as the person took shape in front of the speakers.
Her right speaker was dedicated to finishing the landscape, while her left speaker was beginning to form the bare feet of a man. Slowly, she watched as the beams rose higher and higher, creating those same muscular thighs from the night before. She felt like after this, she’d be able to recognize those thighs in a dark room with her eyes close. Hips began to take shape, revealing that he was not naked this time, at least not all the way (but damn did she want to lick that delicious v below his abs that was almost like an arrow God made just to point down to that small trail of hair leading to the happiest place on earth). Once she recognized what he was wearing, she felt her heart stop.
Yes, this magical trinket from the Asgardian Goddesses absolutely did make sexual fantasies come true. Because never in a thousand years did she believe she’d actually get to play this one out.
The music kept playing, the intro still looping, as he finished taking shape in front of her.
Steve was standing in her room again, this time only mostly naked.
In a loin cloth.
A legit loin cloth. Hanging dangerously low on his hips. Like Tarzan. It’s not cheesy damn it, it’s sexy as hell, fuck you very much.
That’ll teach her not to watch movie trailers when she’s supposed to be working on transcribing Jane’s notes. (Curse you, Legend of Tarzan. Shut up, Jane.)
“Yep, definitely insane.” She thought to herself as she watched him take in his surroundings. When his eyes finally fell back to her, his hungry gaze was a little different from their last encounter. If it was even possible, he seemed even more aroused and more…feral. Yep, definitely playing into the fantasy 100%.
Just like before, she felt pinned as if she couldn’t move. When he looked at her liked that…her primal instincts just took over and she reacted accordingly. Him man. Man sexy. Must mate. Must make babies. Darcy’s feminist mind would be having words with her later.
“I missed you.” His voice going straight down to her lady parts, it dropped an octave and somehow sounded even sexier than normal.
“I’m right here.” She answered seductively, surprising herself when she could actually form coherent sentences.
The intro to the song finally finished looping, and as the lyrics started he sang along while stalking towards the bed like a predator.
“Oh I got a bottle full of liquor with a cocaine
Kicker and I'm feeling like I'm thirty feet tall
So lay it down, lay it down
You got your legs up in the sky with the devil in your eyes
Let me hear you say you want it all
Say it now, say it now”
Needing no prompting this time, Darcy quickly rid herself of her tank top. In an animalistic way he crawled up the bed over her body to hover over her (and yay for those strong and defined shoulder and arm muscles), his hands in fists to hold him up. His eyes studied every inch of her body, making her skin burn under his gaze. She watched as he towered over her, his strong jaw clenched in concentration. He leaned down to kiss her, roughly this time, as he reached under her to unhook her bra. Soon it was gone, thrown on the forest floor, and he was growling into their kiss feeling the warmth of her chest against his. His tongue searched her mouth, trying to savor the taste of her, as his hands roughly caressed her ribs. He was more demanding this time, more possessive and hungrier than before. Darcy could feel how soaked she was.
He broke their kiss to look at the marks he’d left, running his fingers softly over them. There was just a slight hint of curiosity in his eyes as he explored her, more so than yesterday. Sooo like Tarzan. His hand trailed down the valley between her breasts, before reaching over to play with a nipple. Darcy moaned as she bit her bottom lip.
“Mine.” He said roughly, as more of a statement.
“Yours.” She answered, feeling intoxicated. Yeah, she was absolutely loving the whole caveman vibe. He finally lowered himself down onto her, taking one of her rosy peaks into his wet mouth while his other hand teased the other one. Yet again, Darcy felt like a firework about to burst. “Steve…that feels so fucking good.” She felt him smile against her skin, and she whimpered when he sat up.
“Off.” He demanded, tugging on her jeans.
Quickly, they both made work of removing her jeans and panties. Once they were lost on the forest floor too, Darcy lost control. She ripped away the tiny loin cloth he had been wearing, leaving him bare. She pulled him into a searing kiss, returning all the demand and need she’d felt from him in the previous kiss. He threaded his hands into her hair, holding her even closer. When they finally parted to breathe, he started to nibble her earlobe. “Come here.” He pulled her up as he sat back on his feet like the night before. Darcy shrieked in excitement as she was pulled upright, until she was on her knees. “Turn.” He ground out, grabbing her hips until she was facing away from him towards her headboard. She felt him run his nose along her shoulder and in her hair, taking in her scent. “Darcy,” He moaned out, running his hands up her sides, to finally cup her breasts. He pulled her back until she was flush against his hard chest. She felt his cock against her ass, hard and throbbing, as he pulled her hair over to the opposite shoulder and sang in her ear.
“Look what you doing, look what you done
But in this jungle you can't run
'Cause what I got for you
I promise is a killer, you'll be banging on my chest
Bang bang, gorilla”
She turned over her shoulder to kiss him some more, feeling him reach down to stroke himself a couple times. Suddenly he sat back and his hands were on both her thighs, lifting her up so she was resting on his. With both of them sitting on their feet, his folded legs closed together with her folded legs on top of his thighs making hers form a wide v shape.
“You and me baby making love like gorillas
You and me baby making love like gorillas”
He sang out as he wrapped one of his strong arms around her waist, and lifted her so she slowly sank down on his cock. She felt him bite at her shoulder blade at the sensation. Just like before, Darcy felt full in the most delicious way possible and decided there was no place she’d rather be.
She felt him shift again to kiss her roughly, while his hands went to her hips to start moving her. She brought her hand up to thread her fingers through his soft locks, and pulled on them. His grip was tight as a vice grip, sure to leave finger shaped bruises afterwards, and Darcy didn’t think she could get anymore turned on than she already was. With strength that somehow managed to astound her (dude, so what if he was Captain America, Darcy was by no means small, she was all about that bass) he bounced her like a rag doll on top of him, impaling her on his dick. Over and over, he slammed her down on his lap while she placed her hands on top of his thighs to steady herself. She could barely form thoughts, much less words. Matching the tempo of the music, he ground her down on top of him. “Holy shit!” was the only thing she could think of.
She felt his hands leave her hips as he repositioned himself to stand on his knees, bringing her up on hers. Going at a slower but by no means worse pace, he started grinding into her. Their bodies smacked as the wet noises of sex filled the room, blending in with the music. He started to kiss and suck her neck as his hands blazed trails all over her heated skin. He continued to nibble and kiss as he sang to her.
“I bet you never ever felt so good, so good
I got your body trembling like it should, it should
You'll never be the same baby once I'm done with you”
He started to suck and mark the side of her neck, and the top of her shoulder. “So good…mine, all mine.” He growled in her ear. Loving this possessive side of him, Darcy felt delirious with all the pleasure she was feeling. “Yours baby…all yours.” She replied breathily.
As if hearing her confirm it sent him over the edge, she felt his hand push at her back bending her over in front of him. Once again his tight grip found purchase on her waist, and he started pounding into her never once faltering to keep pace with the beat of the music. The new angle was hitting Darcy in all the right places, make her scream his name as he beat against her spot. Their bodies clashed together, both of them drenched in sweat, as his moaning filled the room. “So fucking good…oh God…” She cried out.
“Not God…Steve.” She heard him answer cheekily, and she couldn’t stop her laugh before it blended back into moaning.
“Steve…I’m gonna…” She could barely get it out before she felt his hand wrap in her hair and gently pull her back up to him. Again, her back was against his chest as he roughly tugged down on her hair and drove into her. He licked a long strip on her neck and wrapped his free hand around her again, this time to gently grip her exposed throat. “Say it again.” He grunted in her ear, not stopping. “I’m yours.” She repeated, loving feeling possessed by him.
He untangled his hand from her hair and reached down between her legs to rub her clit and fucked her harder than ever before. Feeling like she might die, she finally let go and gave into her orgasm. As a huge wave washed over her, she felt him start to pump faster as she contracted around him. Seeing nothing but fireworks behind her eyelids, she felt his hand leave her throat to pull her jaw into a sloppy kiss over her shoulder as he came. She felt warm and tingly all over, a high she knew she’d never be able to replicate or find anywhere else. His hands gripped her closer to him as he continued to shudder, obviously feeling the same intensity she’d just experienced. This had by far been the best orgasm yet.
When she was able to regain control of her limbs, she reached up behind her to cup his jaw, turning the kiss into something sweeter and just…more. He guided her back down to the pillows and she collapsed, her entire body feeling like jello. She laid on her side and he cuddled up behind her like before, softly kissing the new marks he’d just made on her shoulder.
She wanted to stay awake, wanted to ask questions, wanted to finally talk to him but she was fighting a losing battle with her drooping eyelids. In a matter of seconds, she was fast asleep…feeling completely fucked out and utterly euphoric.
Steve stayed awake, playing with a strand of her hair watching her as she slept peacefully. “Mine.” He whispered, laying a kiss on her cheek.
TO BE CONTINUED...