Not a One time thing
Kat stirred, the light from her window waking her. She slowly opened her eyes, the events from last night coming back to her. She smiled, rolling over, reaching out for Steve, but he wasn’t there. She frowned and sat up, looking around her room. Her clothes had been folded and put on the dresser, but Steve’s were gone. She turned to grab her phone when she saw a piece of paper over it. She picked it up and flipped it over.
I went to get us Starbucks. Be back soon.
Steve.
She smiled and crawled out of bed, heading to the bathroom. She turned the water on as hot as she could stand it, stepping in and putting her head under the faucet. Had she made a mistake last night with Steve? He wasn’t the type to be casual with women, and she admired that about him, but she wasn’t sure she could handle a relationship, not after her last one ended so horribly. But he was sweet, probably the sweetest person she knew, and he took care of her, of everybody, whether he realized he was doing it or not. Like putting her to bed when she fell asleep on the couch, and making breakfast for her, and making sure the house was stocked with food if he was going to be away.
For a year he had been taking care of her, and he never once tried anything with her, content in being just her friend. Her person. But last night she felt something change within the both of them. When she initially pulled him into her room, she just thought it would be a one time thing, that she just needed to get laid. Then he said things to her, and the way he looked at her made her turn into a puddle, and she knew she was fucked. “Shit.” She mumbled. She knew it couldn’t be a one time thing because she had just woken up and she was already craving is touch.
Her eyes were closed but she heard the curtain open, and she could smell Steve’s deodorant. She smiled and she felt his strong arms fold themselves around her, his head dropping to her shoulder, placing featherlight kisses on her skin. “Good morning.” He whispered in her ear. She shivered. She turned in his arms and smiled up at him. “Morning.” He had a goofy grin on his face, like a kid who had just won a prize at a fair and there was a twinkle in his eyes. She ran her finger over his mouth, and he caught it with his teeth, pulling it in and sucking on it softly. She felt a warmth in her belly as she watched his eyes get dark, her breath hitching in her throat. She could feel him hard against her belly, she smirked looking up at him. “Well, someone’s happy to see me this morning, aren’t they?”
He turned her, backing her up against the wall of the shower, water hitting both of them now. She watched as the water rolled down his skin, his hair falling in his eyes. He looked like an Adonis, and he wanted her. He leaned into to her neck and whispered. “Of course, I am. Now that I’ve gotten a taste, I want more.” She whimpered at his words, heat between her legs letting her know she was wet. He lifted her by her ass, pinning her to the wall, his cock dangerously close to her center. His lips found hers, and he kissed her deeply, her hands on the back of his neck, holding onto him. One of his hands found its way in between them, his thumb circling her clit. She gasped into him, moaning when she felt two fingers dive into her. The combinations of his fingers and thumb over her clit was pushing her over the edge, she was coming undone. She was about to cry out when the feeling was gone. She whimpered as he took his hand off her, looking up at him as he pulled his head back, her mouth hanging open, a shocked look on her face. He placed a hand on each side of her head, smirking down at her.
“I promise, it will be worth it sweetheart.” Lowering his voice as he spoke. She nodded, trying to catch her breath. Steve smiled down at her. Last night had been the best sex he’d ever had. He didn’t want it to be one time thing with Kat. He’s had feelings for her for almost a year. He wanted her so much it hurt. He wanted to make her happy.
He placed a hand on his cock, lining it up with her, and stuck just the tip in, then pulled it back out. She whined, and he did a few times more, until she was writhing against him. “Please.” She let out. He stopped, tilting his head to the side. “Please?” He repeated. “Please fuck me. Please.” She begged. “Please what?” She moaned. She knew what he wanted to hear. She had said on a few occasions and saw the look on his face when she did. She looked him in his eyes and licked her lips.
“Please, Captain.” She whispered. He smiled devilishly, and thrust into her, and it felt to good she thought she might pass out. He was fast, rough, and she was loving every minute of it. Her nails dug into his shoulders. “Oh god Steve.” She cried out, her first orgasm washing over her. “Mmmm Katherine, you feel so good.” He murmured into her ear. She hummed back and kissed the side of his neck, hands twisting in his hair. His thrusts became faster and erratic, her nails running down his back, sure to leave marks on his perfect skin. She felt a tightness in her belly and moaned as she came hard, eyes rolling back, head falling to his shoulder. He came with her, biting down on her shoulder hard, moaning her name over and over.
Kat was sure she was dead. She couldn’t feel her legs anymore and her head felt so heavy. Not a bad way to go when you think about it. Sex with Captain America. She felt Steve slowly pull out of her, and she whimpered, she was going to be sore, she knew that much. He set her down, hands never leaving her sides. She rested her head on the wall of the shower, opening them to find those gorgeous baby blues looking at her.
She leaned into his hand, bringing one to rest on it, the other on his hip. She shifted and winced, in between her legs already becoming sore. She noticed a concerned look on his face. “Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did I hurt you?” He asked, his eyes widening at the last part. She chuckled and pulled him down for a soft kiss. “Last night was the first time since…” She trailed off, looking away. The first time since Loki. Steve’s face dropped and she had realized what she had said. “No! Hey, I don’t regret last night. At all.” She said softly, pulling his face to look at her. “I’m just saying that’s it’s been a while, and I’m not used to it is all. I’m a little sore, but in a good way.” She smiled up at him and he rested his forehead on hers. He turned her slowly, back into the stream, trying to use up whatever hot water they had left, washing Kat’s hair for her, and carefully washing her body. She had never been taken care of like this before.
Loki was always very sweet and looked after her, but with Steve, even before last night, he had always paid attention to every detail about her the whole time they’d lived together. Whether it was her favorite breakfast, which was pancakes, her favorite candy he would pick up for her every time he went to the store, or when he brought sunflowers home whenever he got back in town, because they were her favorite flower. She moaned softly when he was massaging her scalp. He smiled and leaned in, whispering in her ear. “Careful sweetheart, you keep moaning like that, and there will be a round two, and I don’t want to hurt you.” Her breath stilled and she smiled, letting him finish their shower without another word.
Steve helped her out of the shower, wrapped her in a fluffy towel, then to her surprise, picked her up bridal style and carried her to her bed. “Where can I find some clothes for you?” He asked her.
“In the dresser, there should be shirts, and some sweatpants in the second drawer, panties in the top.” Steve walked over and pulled the first drawer, looking over all her underwear, mouth hanging open when he spotted a certain pair. “What’s this?” He asked, pulling them out. Kats mouth dropped. Oh no. It was the Captain America panties she had bought with Nat. Kat had never intended on Steve seeing those. She buried her face in her hands, she was sure she was going to die from embarrassment. “You weren’t supposed to see those!” She groaned. She heard him open another drawer, then come over to her, kneeling in front of her. She peeked through her fingers to see Steve smirking at her, lifting her leg to slide those damn underwear up her legs. She leaned back and lifted her hips, letting him slide them up over her ass. He kissed her inner thigh and smiled. “Don’t be embarrassed. I love them.” He whispered. He did the same with her sweatpants, then pulled her into a sitting position. She looked around, then back at him. “Shirt?” She asked. He stood up and walked across the hall, coming back with one of his grey t-shirts, handing it to her. She pulled it over her head, smiling, it smelled like him.
“You know, if you give me things of yours to wear, you won’t get it back.” She smiled mischievously. He picked her up bridal style again and kissed her softly. “It’s okay, looks too good on you anyway.” He walked out into the living room, and sat her down on the couch, then heading to the kitchen, started a pot of coffee, since the ones he went out and bought were cold.
Kat leaned her head against the couch for a minute, smiling to herself as she thought about this morning and last night. She heard him shuffling around and turned to see him getting the pancake mix out of the cupboard. She watched as he moved around the kitchen, a feeling in her stomach she hadn’t felt in a long time. Nope, this was definitely more than sex. He had awoken feelings inside of her that may have been there for a long time, and that scared her.