rightly | open post.

"Well, I am stuck here for the time being, so I guess I'll leave all that to you." Not like he could do much to help in this situation. This time he was the foreigner, the one out of place (and out of time, too), and she the one with the knowledge and connections to do what needed to be done. And he did trust her to handle all that on her own.

If she needed anything from him, he was sure she'd ask. Until then, he didn't mind waiting. He honestly couldn't care less where he was, so long as he was with her.

He wasn't in any particular rush to let her go, either, and though he sighed and nodded in agreement, his arms wrapped presently around her waist. He didn't want to pull away, even though he knew he had to if he really was to take that shower. Which... he definitely meant to. He was just lacking the motivation at the moment. That was, until she posed that question after a moment's pause.

Ah, yes, there was his motivation.

"Yes," he answered almost too promptly, tipping his head up to look at her. Fingers splayed, he pressed his hands to her back, sliding them up slowly, as he tipped his head up and pressed a trail of slow kisses up the column of her neck. "I'd like that very... very much."

A soft laugh escaped her, the exhale of breath ruffling his hair as she finally lifted her head off of his. "It is now my turn to take care of you." She knew he would establish himself easily enough once he started to learn. After living in this world for as long as she has on top of watching him work before, she understood the necessity now for adaptability and blending in that a spy would need. Regardless, she would help him every step of the way, however she could until then.

What she really hadn't accounted for was how sensitive she would be to his touch. The slide of his hands even through fabric sent thrills along her spine causing her to breathe in suddenly, arching lightly under his hands until her spine curved just a bit. Lashes lowered to brush her cheeks while lips parted to take a slow, carefully controlled breath.

She was so caught up in that touch, and how it felt that it took her a moment to realize he was looking up at her. Blinking her eyes open, she felt a rush of warmth over her skin as she found those impossibly sea blue eyes on her only to be followed but the movement of his head to leave a trail with his lips on her neck. Once more her eyes closed, her hands moving to cup either side of his neck, thumbs brushing over the line of his jaw slowly.

If he truly wanted that shower, this was not a way to get to the bathroom much less even out of the bed. The haze of warmth was laying thick on her mind, making it hard to focus beyond where their bodies made contact. "Then.. you might want to stop. Otherwise we'll never get to the shower."

She was right, of course. If he really wanted to get into that shower anytime soon, he should be stopping what he was doing, let his hands move away from her and force himself to put some distance between them. Not like they were short on time, right now, and neither of them were going anywhere. And yet...

He didn't pull away. Couldn't. It felt that now he had her this close again, he couldn't bring himself to part from her. Even if he knew it would be a brief thing. His hands pressed more presently against her back instead, keeping her close, and he made absolutely no move to stop what he was doing.

"The shower can wait," he breathed warmly against her skin, lips latching briefly onto her neck as he kept mouthing along her throat. "I mean— it can, right? We'll still have hot water later on?"

Her fingers stretched out a little, smoothing the tips over his cheek in a means of not gripping onto him when that shock of sensation rolled up her spine. A sharp breath was taken as he pressed firmer into her back. And even if she thought she might melt under that feeling of his breath on her skin, she still laughed breathlessly at his words. "There will, don't worry. We can wait."

Smiling widely, she pressed her fingers into his hair and tangled them there as she tipped her head back to bare her neck for him. It felt like the first time all over again, but also like relearning what it felt like to be touched and adored like this. She'd really not wanted to feel that way again. Not when all she could close her eyes and think of was Steve and how she didn't want to make that memory any more distant than it already was.

Letting her eyes fall closed, she let out a soft sound before pulling his head back with her fingers tangled in his hair. Dark eyes caught his for a moment, she cupped his head and leaned in to press her lips to his. At first soft, but soon she pressed deeper, licking into his mouth and claiming him all over again. She missed him so much...

Well, it was a valid concern. It wasn't like he knew enough about technology in this day and age yet to know what kind of water heating systems were used, or how they worked. Not that he ever lacked access to hot water, either in America or Europe (barring devastated war zones), but there was still a limit to how much water exactly he had access to in one go.

So it was good to know that wasn't something he needed to keep in mind, especially since he wanted to keep his focus entirely on other things. Such as the taste of her skin, the warmth of her body as he held her closer, her weight as she shifted slightly on top of him.

Nipping his way up her throat, he mouthed along her jaw, lips parting from her skin with a soft gasp as she gripped his hair and pulled his head back. Not that he was about to complain about that— far from it, even. His own gaze was darker as she leaned down and slotted their mouths together, feeling slightly overwhelmed by how much surer she seemed with each of her actions. But he did like her taking the reins, so he focused on following her lead, his lips parting easily and responsively as he let out a hum of surprise at the feel of her tongue pushing into his mouth. He met her halfway without much prompting, though, swiping his tongue past her lips and licking into her mouth.

The feeling of his returning that kiss and the slide of his tongue into her mouth were enough to take her breath away. Easing her hold on his hair, she smoothed her hands down his neck and along the line of his back slowly. She just wanted to feel his warmth under her skin and all of the muscles and lines of his body that she only barely remembered not many days ago.

Sighing softly as she pulled out of the kiss, she opened her eyes just a little to look at him quietly. Lifting one of her hands back to his face, Diana gently slipped her fingertips over his cheek, along the shell of his ear and down the line of his neck. Breathing in slowly, she held his gaze while moving both hand sup to catch the ponytail holder and slipped it down the length of her hair to let the dark tresses fall around her shoulders and sweep over his cheeks.

Dropping the tied off to the side without thought, she smiled as she touched her forehead to his. "I've missed you so much." Diana's whisper spilled over his lips as she placed light butterfly kisses to his lips before letting her lips trail down his cheek and jaw softly. Pressing a lingering kiss to the spot just under his ear, she drew the tip of her tongue over the line of his pulse gently.

If there was any soreness left in him, he had a feeling it would be gone before long. The way she kissed him only spread warmth through him faster, each of her touches adding to a state of arousal that only grew more intense with each passing moment. His fingers flexed on her back again, lightly fisting the fabric of her shirt, until finally he tugged it up just enough to free it from the waistband of her skirt.

The kiss broke with a soft gasp from him, lips parted as he closed his eyes and tipped his head, forehead resting close to hers. He opened his eyes just in time to see her free her hair, and he smiled faintly, gaze warm as he watched her. God, she was beautiful. Exactly as he remembered her, too. Not that he would have cared even if her appearance had changed, so long as she was the same person.

"I'm here now." A little late, but... well, not by his own choosing. Eyelids fell slowly and he let his head fall to the side, exposing his jaw and neck to her, as her mouth traveled across skin. Slowly his hands moved the fabric of her shirt, fingers slipping underneath it, faintly surprised when he realized she wasn't wearing any underwear. Not the kind he was expecting, at least. Still, that didn't stop his fingertips from drawing up her back, tracing bare skin. "Diana..."

Diana's back arched just a little as she felt the fabric slip free. For a moment she just pressed close to him and enjoyed the feeling of Steve close before she kissed his neck again, teeth grazing the skin gently before sucking on it lightly. It was slow and careful, but only because it was more experimental than anything else. Because she liked to touch him, to feel his touch against her skin. And this too... tasting his skin.

Breathing in slowly at those words, she paused to wrap her arms about him and hold him closer just for a moment. "You're here now... That's what matters." Dipping in closer, she kissed his eyelids with a sweet featherlight touch. Slowly unwinding from him, she caught the fabric of her own shirt and peeled it off to drop it on the floor. The bra was certainly nothing he would have seen before, so she had a small just slightly amused smile on her lips as she leaned in to place a quick kiss on his lips.

Taking his hands, she drew them up her back to the clasp and left them there before once more catching his lips in a kiss. Licking and nipping at his lips, she slipped her hands down his chest to start pulling his shirt up, curling the fabric in her fingers so she could press her hands under the fabric, fingers splaying across warm skin finally.

Every touch of her lips and teeth sent a jolt of pleasure down his spine, making his hairs stand on end. His eyes closed and he breathed in slowly, trying to keep his mind clear even if he knew it was a pointless struggle at this point. When she pulled away from him, he flicked his eyes to her, watching in stunned silence as she took off her shirt.

And yes, the bra was indeed a strange and altogether new thing for him, but he was quick to figure out what it was. Times had changed, was all. This must be only one of the many things that had changed while he had been gone. His hands settled near the clasp, but he didn't get to undoing it immediately, first letting his fingertips trace the hem along to her sides, then backing up to draw along the straps, tugging on them just enough that they fell down her shoulders. Then he reached back to the clasp, thumb hooking underneath it as he studied the piece with only his touch, trying to understand how it worked before he made himself look like a complete idiot by trying to undo it and failing miserably.

His thoughts got a little derailed when her hands slipped underneath his shirt, though, and he let out a soft gasp at the touch to bare skin. It was enough to send a rush of impatience tingling through him, and he started working at the clasp of her bra. He knew he was going at it a little too rushed to be able to manage, so he stopped a moment and took a slow breath, then calmly worked the hooks until he managed to free them from the eyes. And maybe he felt mildly pleased with himself, but that was easily drowned out by the eager excitement as he pulled back and drew the bra down her arms, watching her exposed figure, wanting to commit every inch of her to memory all over again.

She paid attention to his touch, how he managed to puzzle it out while also taking his time to touch her in ways that made her shiver. A smile pulled at her lips even against his and she almost laughed as she felt the straps fall off of her shoulders. She had no intentions of rushing him, rather, she wanted to take some time. If anything to just feel him and reacquaint his form to her hands.

Nipping at his lower lip, Diana drew her nails over the skin of his abdomen softly before pressing her palms to his stomach and pushing his shirt up his body. Pulling away from his lips she felt the release of the bra and couldn't help giving him a half smile before removing her hands from under his shirt to let him pull the bra off. Leaning in closer, she pressed a kiss to his brow then nuzzled against the hairline.

"I think you're over dressed." Her voice came out a soft sort of tease before she leaned back to run her eyes over him. She never could pinpoint any one feature she loved most about him, except perhaps the vibrant blue of his eyes. They reminded her of home twice over and made her heart beat faster with how they traveled over her skin like they did now. "Would you mind?" Her eyes lit up with teasing as one set of fingertips tugged at the hem of his shirt even as the other slid her bra off the bed away from them.

He couldn't simply pick one feature of hers that he liked more. He loved everything about her, virtues and flaws alike, and while he liked to think it wouldn't have mattered to him even if she weren't the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, still he couldn't find a single thing with her body that wasn't absolute perfection. A work or art made by gods themselves— that had never been as appropriate a thought as right now.

Completely distracted by having her bare in his lap, he looked up with near surprise when she spoke up, but complied easily and quickly enough. Grabbing at the hem of his own shirt, he tugged it up his torso, taking it off and tossing it to the floor with no care as to where it landed.

His hands settled on her sides and he leaned in, mouthing down her neck and along her collarbone, fingertips brushing and drawing smooth lines up her torso and back. There was no rush now, and no weight of war on their shoulders or their minds. They had all the time in the world to explore each other, to relearn what they both felt like, to memorise every curve of their bodies, every patch of skin. Steve sure planned on taking his time.

The look of surprise made her smile. Where she normally didn't fall care for the attention to her looks, she liked seeing Steve look at her that way. All that mattered was that it was him. However, she couldn't say she was much better as she watched Steve pull his shirt off and throw it aside. Dark eyes ran over his shoulders and chest down to his stomach and a sudden smile pulled at her lips. Steve once described himself as 'above average'. At the time that meant so little to her. Now she understood what he meant at the time even if Diana considered that as a bit of an understatement.

Though, her thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind when his hands moved to her sides. A breath left her in a rush as his lips pressed against her neck and gods, it felt amazing. A light sound escaped her as his fingers traveled over her back, her spine arching under them. "Steve..."

Shivering, her hands trailed over his arms, along the biceps and curled over his shoulders. Leaning into him, she pressed her lips to his hairline before nuzzling into the soft strands. Part of her wanted to push him to go faster. To speed things up and just feel everything all at once again. But at the same time she liked this. The slow progression of relearning him and how he felt against her. Or how he made her heart flutter just by being so close to Steve.

Pressing closer, Diana made sure her chest pressed to his as her thighs clenched about his hip with that sudden rush that came with the contact. Wrapping her arms about him, her fingertips pressed into his shoulders and back as she took her time to roll her hips languidly against his lap.

Her skin tasted like a dream, and he let out a low hum as he mouthed down her neck, tongue pressing and lapping at the warm flesh. He nipped lightly and sucked a little, but never hard enough to leave a mark— not that he thought it'd linger for that long on her skin, even if he managed to do it.

His lips broke from her skin with an audible gasp when she pressed closer and rolled her hips against him. In his sitting position, though, he couldn't move back against her like he wanted to, which was admittedly frustrating. So, kissing at her shoulder softly, he moved his hands down to her waist to lift her up just enough that he could fold his legs and sit on his knees instead, not wanting her to move too far. He figured she'd catch on to what he was trying to do easily enough.

He tugged her closer again and back into his lap right after, one hand curling on her hip while the other trailed farther up her side. He tipped his head up and kissed her lips softly, as he reached her chest and cupped her breast, thumb swiping slowly across her nipple.

A soft mewling sound left her as she pressed a hand up his spine to cup the back of his neck. Each little attention to her neck felt a little like fire dancing over the skin or the quiet tingle of electricity. It felt more than amazing even if she had hoped he would be a little rougher and leave those marks. Not that she would complain, just having him touch her again was more than she ever thought she’d have. And there was actually time for other things later. That thought alone made something quiver with excitement inside. This wasn’t a onetime thing like before.

Turning her head, she nipped at his ear as he pulled away from her skin. The soft notion of a smile pulled at her lips as she started to kiss just behind his ear, biting lightly at the skin of his neck just under it. Releasing the skin as he lifted her, she took a stumbling breath and slowly realized what he was trying to do. Pressing one more kiss to his temple, she pushed up from his lap and shifted with his movements so he could rearrange his legs. It crossed her mind she should shed the rest of her clothes, but before she could, he pulled her back to him again.

And all the coherent thought left her with the trailing of his hands and the press of his lips. Leaning into the kiss, she kept it soft and slow until his hands found her breasts. Gasping against his lips, she couldn’t help but press closer to him. Another sweet sound got lost against his lips as she rolled against him again, just wanting as much contact as she could get from him right then. She needed him. She needed him so badly right then and she couldn’t truly define how other than saying in every way she could have him.

She could leave all the marks she wanted on his skin. He may have been brought back from the dead, granted, but he was still very much human, and his skin would bear marks and take its time to heal. And these kinds of marks, he definitely didn't mind having, something she likely could tell by the way he gasped softly at the bite to that spot behind his ear.

He really couldn't bring himself to put the necessary distance between them to take off the rest of their clothes. They'd have to eventually, but right now he wanted nothing more than this closeness between them, to feel her warm, solid body against his, her weight all too present on his lap. His fingertips brushed over her nipple again, catching the hardened nub lightly between his fingers, toying with it, as if testing for a reaction.

His other hand moved lower, touching her bare leg, then snaking up her thigh, the fabric of her skirt hiking up to her waist in the process. He found only a flimsy piece of underwear as he cupped her backside, which was as surprising as the bra itself had been— but a very nice kind of surprising. He moaned softly into the kiss, his hips lifting upwards so he pressed himself more solidly between her legs.

One thing she did notice different about him was the lack of scars from before. Likely from the war and whatever things he must have been through in his life. And where part of her felt a little bit of loss for those, she also figured such a small price for having him back was worth it. Every touch and caress was so worth every trial she faced to get him here. Even having the chance to talk with him again was more than she ever had hope for.

Because she didn't even have the solace of knowing she could join him again in death because aside from being killed, she would not know death. And maybe it was that thought that pushed her to move a little more insistently as she deepened the kiss and licked into his mouth, tasting him and tracing the lines of his mouth as her hands moved to cup his face in her hands.

Sucking on his tongue softly, she released it with a sudden gasp as his hands played with her nipples, taking a moment just to let the ripple of delight that coursed through her before pressing back against his lips and kissing him again, teeth catching at his lips. When his other hand pushed up her skirt to cup the curve of her rear, the muscle tightened with tension before relaxing with a delicate shiver under his hand. Pushing her fingers into his hair, she tangled it there tight and firm with the press of his body into hers.

The kiss broke this time, Diana gasping out a breathless sound while trying to press back into him with pure need. Trying to catch her breath, she dropped her head down to his shoulder a moment and moaned softly as her hips ground languidly against him.

The complete lack of marks was something that hadn't quite sank in yet, for Steve. He'd take a while to get used to that, to looking at himself in the mirror and seeing flawless and unmarred skin, as if he hadn't been battered, burnt, cut and shot at a multitude of times. As if he hadn't lived through a war— and died in one, too. He wasn't quite sure yet whether he liked that or not, but one way or the other, he got to be alive and with Diana again, so everything else paled in comparison. Nothing was as important as this— as her.

He let out a breathless groan when she gripped his hair tight, closing his eyes a moment as he wetted his parted lips. The way she moved against him was slowly driving him mad with desire, and closer to the brink of impatience, of wanting more yet not wanting to wait or drag the moment for even longer.

They could take their time, it was true. But that only meant that they didn't need to take their time right now, when they'd have plenty of opportunity for that later.

One hand catching at her waist, he flipped them around on the bed, so that Diana was lying on her back, his hips slotted between her legs. His elbow sank to the mattress next to her, while his other hand curled around her thigh, hoisting it up as he started to move at a slow but present pace, the bulge in his trousers pressed hard against her with each firm roll of his hips, a moan spilled against the curve of her neck. "God, Diana... I want you."

Her body tensed on impulse when she felt that push to her body and the beginnings of her position shifting. The first reaction was the resist, but quickly after her muscles relaxed and her body rolled with his urging. Because even of instinct told her it was a disadvantage, her dark eyes found his and all of that seemed to ease. He made her feel safe. Like the world was finally set right on its axis yet again.

And when he pushed her down into the mattress, she couldn't stop her back from arching and a soft sound escaping from her lips. Breathing in deeply, she kept her gaze on his faze, already dark eyes almost black as her pupils dilated. The muscles of her thighs flexed, hardening under his touch before melting with the push and pull of molding into his form as he rocked into her.

Dropping her head back, she cried out lowly, her lashes fluttering down to dust her cheeks. Lifting up to meet him, she wrapped her arms about him, nails and fingertips digging into his shoulders. "Then you should not hold back." Diana's words were low, filled with promise and invitation as she turned her head to kiss along his jaw, only to nip at it just below the ear. "I am already yours." As he was hers.

Steve was very easy and pliant to her touches and shifts, as she would find out with very little effort. He gave into a sudden urge that overtook him just then, but if she wanted to take the reins and lead, he was all too happy to go along— as always. If anything the thought of her taking the lead excited him quite a lot.

For now, though, he was glad for the freedom to move that this position allowed. Moaning softly as she arched her body to meet his with each slow roll of his hips. She was already his— it was almost crazy to know that it was true, that she meant it. And he, of course, belonged to her. He always had. He'd go so far as to say that went all the way back to when she'd pulled him out of that airplane.

Pressing his hips down and lingering for a few good seconds, he finally pulled away, biting back a whine of complaint at the distance put between them. It was necessary, at least for a little while. He dropped his hands to his own waist and quickly undid his trousers, struggling with the fabric for a moment before he managed to tug them and his underwear down and past his hips, then off his legs entirely, tossing both items across the floor.

Diana could do no more than writhe as he pressed into her like that. Eyes closing, she tipped her head back as she reveled in that feeling of his body pressed so intimately against her own. When he moved away, she couldn't stop the sound of exasperation and loss as Steve pulled away. It took her a moment for her mind to clear of the insistent heat so she could look up to see what he was doing.

Her eyes drifted slowly down the line of Steve's body, she felt that heat only stir more desire with in. Sliding her hands over his back, she smiled a little as she rounded the curve of his now bare rear to teasingly squeeze the muscles under them. "Now the question is, would you like for me to remove the rest of my clothing or would you like that honor."

As she asked that last question, her hands drew up his sides, fingers pressing softly into the lines of muscle and tracing his ribs softly. Curling around, she pushed over his chest only to cup the sides of his neck so her thumbs could trace along his jaw. "Tell me, Steve?"

Diana's hands on him were as distracting as he remembered them being, and he sucked in a sharp breath as she squeezed the flesh of his backside, muscles tensing underneath the touch. He was hard already, unsurprisingly so, and as he leaned forward to hover above her frame, his erection brushed against her inner thigh, making him gasp softly.

Closing his eyes a moment, he took a slow breath, and leaning down to steal a soft kiss from her lips, he took no time at all to make up his mind on those options she presented. Leaning away again and sitting back on his heels, he dropped his hands to her waist, searching for any clasp on her skirt and finding the zipper instead. He tugged it down easily, then peeled the piece of clothing down her legs, until she was only wearing her panties.

He took a moment to just watch her then, inhaling deeply through parted lips, his hands sliding up her legs. She'd never cease to take his breath away. Hooking his index fingers on the elastic of her underwear, he tugged it down and past her hips, practically holding his breath in anticipation until he had her completely naked on the bed.

Huffing a soft laugh of delight as he moved his hands to the last of her clothes, she lifted a brow and watched him, dark eyes shining with a depth of happiness. She loved him. Loved him so much that it felt like she'd been living with a hole in her life for over ninety years. And for the first time in all that time, she felt whole again. Like just being with him in the same room and knowing he was near, alive, and breathing still took her own breath away.

Lashes lowered a little as he pulled the skirt off, her legs moving just enough to help kick away the fabric before sinking into the mattress a little so she could see as much of his body as she could as he finally slipped his fingertips into the material of her underwear. Gasping as he got rid of that finally, she could just feel the coiling heat in her stomach as she shifted to help him remove that last bit of clothing.

Lifting a leg, she drew her knee along his hip before curling her calf about his lower back. The heel pressed down against him dragging Steve completely down on top of her so she could feel his hardened length press to the now damp folds between her legs. Arching up into him, she hummed a needy moan as the motion made him press closer so he slid over more sensitive flesh. Diana couldn't help but echo the words he said before... "I want you, Steve."

Steve didn't have quite enough time to really take in the sight of her before that leg was moving to curl around his waist. He welcomed the touch, of course, and he was about ready to shift closer when she gave him a single but sure tug and managed to pull him down on top of her.

She was much stronger than him, obviously, so he went down with negligible effort on her end, a huff slipping past his lips. He would have laughed if not for the fact that the swift move and the sinking of his weight on top of hers had his length pressing up directly against her folds. When his lips parted, he let out a moan instead, eyes closing as he propped his weight with his elbows to both sides of her head, his hips rolling so his cock slid along her slit in one slow dragging motion.

"Oh, God," he gasped, the single contact making him feel almost as if he had been alive for all these ninety years without getting to feel her touch or her presence against him. He didn't want to delay the moment any further, and when she arched up to meet him, he couldn't even think before he was reaching down with one hand, guiding his cock so the head pressed against her opening, and he slowly but steadily pushed inside.

Being this close, having him with her, it set nerves on fire and drew up desires and longing she thought she'd done a sufficient job burying. When Diana considered the moment he would finally wake up, she honestly hadn't considered things going here. Though, she should have. To be this close again with nothing pulling them apart and no one vying for their attention...

Over ninety years. All the long agonizing years of learning this world and what war time and peace time looked like. Everyday wishing she could have learned it with him. Just him. One hand left the line of his back to slide into over his cheek and into his hair once more. Her fingers curled in the soft hair as she mewled out a soft sound as he moved against her sliding so close to what she wanted, but not quite.

Breathless, she clutched at him, careful not to pull too hard, but it wasn't necessarily gentle either. "Steve..." Gasping out, she felt like she couldn't breathe when he finally slid inside. She knew well enough she was wet with wanting him, but she still felt tight. So much like that first time and yet different. And it felt so utterly amazing either way.

Her other leg slipped up his side, her thighs pressing to his waist before using her calves to pull him closer and into her completely. "Ah!" The sharp but soft sound accompanied the press of her hips up into him, rolling in a lingering motion against him. Dropping her head back on the mattress, she tried to catch her breath as her eyes fell closed, dark lashes brushing the soft curve of her flushed cheeks.

Steve was fairly sure that all his coherent thoughts were gone and well in the distance by now. Merely being close enough to share her breath would suffice to make his mind spin, and feeling her warm body pressed against her was all but maddening. When he finally pushed into her, a feeling of pure bliss washed over him, making his very blood sing and his heart practically burst from his chest.

He loved her. So much so that he could just burst with the intensity of it. To have her again, to feel her hot and pliant and open, eager and urging him so intensely, nearly set his skin ablaze. He moaned louder and more sharply when Diana curled her legs tighter around him and pulled him in deeper, thighs tensing as he arched his body and pushed his hips harder and more firmly against her.

Tipping his head, he mouthed along her neck, warm and distracted and a little rushed as he set up a pace. Slow and smooth at first, but it wasn't long until Steve felt the need for more, to feel the sweet friction that came with feeling her so tight yet so smooth around him. Her body welcomed his as if they had been made for each other— the thought alone had his heart singing and dancing in his chest.

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