“Come here.”
Steve’s voice was barely a growl, eyes narrowed at Arina. It was the same voice he gave orders in out in the field. The voice that often had her dropping to her knees for him as soon as the door closed behind them when they returned from a mission. It was the voice that had once nearly gotten them caught when she’d begged him to let her touch him before they could even get home. And right now it was a voice of thinly veiled anger.
Arina had been needlessly reckless on a mission. She’d been shot. And for the last week, she’d been in medbay, complaining about being coddled. He’d slept at her side every single night, too scared of hurting her to give into her pleas for him to touch her. It felt like it had been way more than a week since he’d last allowed himself to touch her the way they both liked. As it was it felt like he was starving for her, to look her over, and leave marks on every inch of her so she would remember who it was she belonged to.
She didn’t hesitate to listen to the order, licking her lips as she got closer. His gaze shot to the movement, heat already settling in his stomach. Despite his anger he smiled softly, grasping the back of her neck when she was in reach.
“Such a good girl,” he murmured, squeezing gently. The way her entire body seemed to relax made his dick jump, but he ignored it. Tightening his hold just short of painful, he forced her to look up. “But don’t think that means I forgive you.”
“I already said I was sorry.”
“You could have died!” The words tumbled from his mouth unbidden. “What would I have done if that bullet had been just a few inches to the left?”
Taking her hand he rubbed his thumb over her wedding ring. “If I had lost you… I don’t know that saving the world would ever seem quite so worthwhile.”
“Don’t exaggerate, Cap. You saved the world before I knew you, and you’d keep doing it once I was gone. I know you would never give up on it.”
“You, my love, seem to underestimate just how much I rely on you.” He crowded her back against the wall, caging her in. “I may still do the work that needs to be done, but my heart would never be in it again. I’d simply be biding my time until I could be with you again.”
“Steve…”
They’d had the same discussion several times since she’d woken up, but it was the first time that the fire seemed to drain out of her. Instead of pouting or defending herself, she just stared up at him wide eyed.
“If you’d been shot, it would have hit your heart,” her voice trembled, “I couldn’t let that happen.”
The confession took him off guard. All week he’d been seething she’d been hurt. He had never really questioned why she’d been so reckless. He’d just been angry that she had.
Unsure of exactly what to say, he kissed her. She made a little surprised sound in the back of her throat but didn’t hesitate to pull him closer, biting his lip when it wasn’t close enough. He smiled, returning the favor and hearing the small moan she let out.
“Fuck,” her pupils were blown wide when her head thunked back against the wall, “I missed you so much.”
“I haven’t been away from you for more than an hour all week,” he raised a brow. When she averted her eyes, he realized what she was saying. “I missed you too.”
Angling her head, he trailed kisses along her throat. “You tried so hard to get me to give in to you, rubbing up against me like the cute little slut you are. I bet you’re already fucking dripping for me.”
Eager to test his theory, he slid a hand down her side. She was wearing his sweatshirt and nothing else, having been teasing him since she was released. He knew what she wanted, and was more than happy to finally give it to her. Later he’d punish her for her recklessness, and then for being a practically insufferable temptation to him all week.
Finally slipping his hands under the fabric, he smoothed a hand over the curve of her stomach and the roundness of her hips. He loved how soft all over she was. Suddenly desperate to see it, he stripped the sweatshirt off her. Stepping back he ignored her noise of protest, taking in her appearance.
The scar from her new injury was completely healed, the red of it still angry against her pale skin. His eyes traced over the fullness of her breasts, and the softness of her stomach. When he saw the trimmed hair between her legs he had to swallow hard. Forcing a leg between hers he finally cupped her in his hands, wetness seeping onto his palm.
“I was right,” he brought it up, licking her juices off his hand, “you’re soaked for me.”
“Steve, please,” she grasped his wrists, “I need you to touch me.”
Easily slipping two fingers to her, he sucked a mark into her shoulder. “Tell me you understand what I’m saying, doll.”
“Tell me you understand what I’m saying.”
The words were ground out. Anything further was cut off by a choked gasp when he crooked his fingers, rubbing at her g-spot. He continued to pepper kisses to her skin, leaving a path in his wake. Even as she tightened around his fingers he was content to wait her out, far more concerned with making her understand than giving in to the urge to just fuck her senseless.
“Sir, please let me cum, please.” She took a shuddery breath, clinging to the back of his t-shirt. As if just realizing how easily she’d given into him, her face twisted into a small frown. “Wait, no, answer me first.”
He was impressed with how authoritative she managed to sound. “We belong to one another, which means when we go out, we go out together. Many, many years down the road.” Pumping his fingers lazily, he watched as her eyelashes fluttered. “In the future, we need to communicate better. And if you’re ever hurt so badly again, I reserve the right to beat the hell out of whoever is responsible.”
“Fine. Now let me cum.”
He shook his head. “Not until I’m inside you.”
She whined when he pulled his fingers away, making a show of licking them. Her eyes tracked every movement. Stepping away just long enough to strip, he groaned when they were finally skin to skin.
“I have to get the lube.”
“No, I’m wet enough. Steve, please,” she tilted her hips, trying to tempt him.
And who was he to refuse? Trusting her, he lifted her up, pressing her back against the wall. When he slid into her, she clenched around him, punching the breath from his lungs.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
He groaned just staying sheathed there for several beats. When she tried to gain enough leverage to grind against him, he began to move, his thrusts hard but slow, a pace he knew frustrated her to no end.
She was in the middle of cursing his name when he reached between them, thumb brushing over her clit. As soon as he applied further pressure her breath became stuttered, words a garbled mess of Gaelic and English.
“Such a good girl for me,” he bit a path along her neck, “come on, beautiful. You can cum for me whenever you want. Show me how well you come apart just for me.”
It only took a few more strokes before her orgasm crashed over her, pulling him forward for a kiss. He swallowed each of her moans, increasing his pace as he chased his own release. All it took was her teeth at his throat and he was coming apart, holding her so tightly he was sure it would bruise.
“Fuck,” he buried his face in her shoulder, still buried inside her, “you always feel so good.”
“Can you… Can we stay like this just a little longer?”
Her voice was uncharacteristically vulnerable and he nodded without hesitation. “Of course, doll, as long as you want. Do you want to cum again?”
Stroking the back of his neck, Arina shook her head. “Not right now, I just don’t want to be away from you.”
“Let me clean you up first, then I’ll lay us down and you can be my little cock warmer, how about that?”
He waited for a nod before slowly pulling out. The little whine she let out was a surefire indicator that she needed him to take care of her. Carrying her to the bathroom he murmured soothingly as she clung to him. Steve was careful to always keep a hand on her as he got a cloth and wiped her down gently.
When he saw his cum dripping down her thighs he held back a low groan. Normally it might have spurred round two, but he knew tonight was different. Now that the immediate heat had passed, she wasn’t the only one who wanted them to stay in arms reach.
After making her take some sips of water he carried her back to the bedroom, laying her on the sheets. At first it had annoyed him that she was never one to make the bed. It had quickly become endearing though.
Seeing the bed unmade was always a solid indicator that it was no longer just his own. And sometimes he needed that reminder. He wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve Arina, but he’d long since grown out of questioning it. After everything, he’d been lucky enough to marry his best friend, the person he loved more than anyone or anything. Even if it made him selfish, he had no plans of ever letting her go.
Once they were both laying down he wrapped his arms around her from behind. “You promised…”
Pressing a kiss to her hair he nodded. When he slipped back into her he dropped his head to her shoulder. He was still hard, and she was warm and tight around him. “Such a perfect little cock sleeve, aren’t you, doll?”
She hummed her assent before letting out a small giggle. “You’re still hard.”
Steve rolled his eyes. “Having you ask me to keep you filled does that to a man. Not that it takes much of anything for you to make me hard.”
“You can cum again, I want you to use me.”
“You do need a punishment for this week.”
He didn’t have to see her face to know she was pouting. “What did I do?”
“You were an insufferable temptation from the moment you woke up. Even though you knew I wouldn’t give you what you wanted while you were recovering.”
“You could have tapped out.”
“I never said I didn’t enjoy your attempts immensely. But you were a brat about it, which I think warrants punishment. Disobeying your master is a punishable violation, isn’t it?”
Instead of answering she clenched around him. Growling he nipped at the back of her neck. “Behave.”
“Make me.”
Worrying a mark behind her ear, he smirked. “Gladly.”
A few hours later Steve had Arina on her knees, his hand tight in her hair. She looked so pretty with her lips stretched around him, face painted with his cum. The clamps on her nipples glinted when they caught the light, drawing his eyes each time.
“Are you ready to listen, doll?”
For a second he saw the indecision on her face and he pulled her off. “What color are you at?”
She looked at him in confusion. “Green.”
Gathering some of the cum off her cheek he fed it to her. “You’re getting tired though, aren’t you?”
Arina knew better than to lie so she just nodded. When his expression softened she felt butterflies in her stomach. He was impossibly gentle as he helped her into his lap. Continuing to clean her face, he held his fingers up each time, and each time she happily cleaned them.
The whole time he just watched her adoringly. When it became too much she glared. “Stop looking at me like that.”
She expected him to quip back, so she was surprised when he fisted a hand in her hair, pulling her forward for a kiss. Unlike all the other kisses of the night, this one was much less desperate. It was soft and slow, his teeth barely grazing her lip when he nipped at it.
By the time he pulled back they were both panting for breath. “I love you more than anything. You know that, don’t you?”
Arina knew the question wasn’t rhetorical. “Of course I do.”
“When I realized you’d been hit…”
His voice trailed off and he nudged her up. Eager to finally have him back inside her she did it immediately, sliding back down on him, muscles clenching around him involuntarily. Growling lowly he controlled her movements, keeping them slow and using his leverage to thrust into her each time.
“I thought my heart would stop.”
He pulled her down especially hard, just grinding into her. She swore she saw stars when he hit her g-spot, scratching at his back helplessly. Everything felt so amplified, and the soft words he was speaking seemed to settle in her bones. It wasn’t that she ever forgot, but how much she loved her husband could take her off guard at times. Moments like this close just wasn’t close enough.
Seeming to realize it he urged her forward. Reaching between them he gently removed the clamps, ducking down to sooth the sting with his tongue. Her thighs trembled at the sensation and she fisted her hands in his hair.
When he nudged her up she couldn’t help the whine she let out but soon he had his hands back on her, pushing her to the bed. She was confused when he was the first to lay down, but when he sheathed himself in her once again, he used his leverage to thrust up.
Falling forward she hid her face in his neck, shuddering at the feel of their chests rubbing together. He was murmuring sweetly in her ear, pace increasing rapidly. Steve could keep his control for an inordinate amount of time, so there was always a tinge of pride to see it snap because of her.
When she sucked a mark into his shoulder, his hands tightened on her hips and he swore under his breath. “Leave more,” he growled.
Thinking of all the marks he’d left on her she gladly complied. It was rare his healing rate didn’t take them away by morning, but she was determined that some day she’d find a way to mark him as hers in a way even their wedding rings couldn’t. Steve delighted in all the ways he could mark her, from hickeys down her neck, to his scent all over her.
She was so busy working on his neck her orgasm took her by surprise. Clamping her teeth into his shoulder she rode it out with his fingers on her clit. It was intense, rolling over her in heavy waves and bringing tears to her eyes. She wasn’t fully aware she was crying until he pulled her head up, pausing in his ministrations.
“What color?” He rasped out, shaking with the effort it took to keep still.
“Green, fuck, don’t stop,” she managed to get the words out.
Flipping them over he fucked into her hard and fast, fingers working her clit once again. “Give me one more, love. Such a good girl for me.” He peppered kisses over her face, her eyelids, and down to her collar bones.
His thrusts became just a dirty grind as he whispered in her ear. Through the floaty feeling she could hear him say he loved her, that she was his everything, that he would kill anyone who touched his property ever again.
It was the mention of being his property that yanked her over the edge again. Whereas her other orgasms had been waves crashing against rocks, this one was more like freefalling. Wild and intense, she almost would have been scared had she not been certain Steve was there to catch her.
When he came inside her, her vision whited out and she could only say his name over and over while scratching his back.
When she came to, he was wiping her with a warm cloth. “There’s my beautiful girl,” he smiled when he saw her, pressing a light kiss to her stomach as he finished up. “How do you feel?”
“Spacy,” she sighed softly, “but good.”
“I got you a snack and some water. Do you think you can sit up and eat?”
“I have to pee first.”
Stumbling to her feet, he was there immediately to steady her. “Careful, that last one may have been a little too much.”
She frowned at how guilty he sounded. “It was perfect, I just need some time to come down,” she mumbled.
Pressing a kiss to her forehead he walked her to the bathroom. Once she was done and cleaned up a bit more he helped her into his sweatshirt and back into bed, having her lift her hips when he slipped some underwear on her.
When he tried to walk away again she grabbed his hand. “Stay with me.”
Smiling softly he nodded and sat beside her in the bed, arms tight around her when she crawled into his lap. “You were such a good girl for me,” he grabbed the water bottle and watched as she took several gulps. “Are you sure it wasn’t too much? You just got out of medbay…”
It was cute that Steve, Mr. Captain America himself could go from dom to adoring, if slightly awkward husband in such a short amount of time. She loved that both of those sides of him were just for her.
“It was perfect, babe. I would have told you if it was too much.”
Nodding he handed her the plate with the snacks, she smiled at his selection. Carrots, cheese slices, and the cookies he’d anxiously baked when she’d insisted he stop hovering once she’d been released.
Pressing kisses to her hair he continued praising her as she munched on her snacks. When she was with it enough, she put a cookie in his hand. “You have to eat too.”
“Oh, right,” he rubbed the back of his neck but ate without complaint.
After they were done they just sat quietly. Finally she sighed. “I love you.”
Feeling him relax, she snuggled further into him. Several beats passed and she pouted. “You have to say it back.”
He chuckled warmly. “I love you, doll. Always.”
The “always” part made her blush and she hid her face, brushing her lips over one of the few marks she could see in the dim light. “I love you always. And I’m not sorry I took a bullet for you,” she decided firmly, “but I’ll try to be more careful in the future.”
All the remaining tension seemed to leech out of him and he tightened his hold. “That’s all I can ask from you. As team leader and your husband. I just want you to take as good care of you as you do me.”
“You’re the one always taking care of me.”
She felt his smile against her head. “Oh, my love, I don’t think you pay nearly enough attention.”