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Something woke Natasha Romanov up.
It woke Natasha up from a dead sleep, a few hours before her alarm was supposed to go off. Granted, a mouse two floors down could have woken her up from a dead sleep. It could have been because of her designation as an Alpha. It could have been from her training in the Red Room. Regardless, Nat sat right up in her bed, her eyes narrowed as she listened for what had woken her, a disturbance in the Force one could say.
After some active listening in the dark of her room, Nat heard the elevator ding.
Feet walked by her door.
Whispered voices eventually quieted down, as doors opened and closed.
Her family was back.
The boys had been away for months on a mission and clearly, they were back. She’d heard three doors shut. Sam, Clint and obviously Bucky, which meant whoever was in the kitchen had to have been Steve.
Before she realized it, the Alpha slid from her bed, tossed sheets over her sleeping Omega as quietly as she could, planning to come back. Grabbing her robe from the back of her door, Natasha slipped out to go investigate.
The hallway was empty but she noticed lights on under closed doors. Clearly the boys were indeed back and someone was in the kitchen, which was the direction she headed, towards a soft glow that came from lighting over the stove.
Located square in the Avengers common living area was her teammate, her best friend and her fellow Alpha who wasn’t due back from a long mission for another day or two. Yet, there he stood, in desperate need of a shave, pouring himself some orange juice to go with Wanda’s latest baking creation.
It didn’t take Doctor Phil to see Steve Rogers was tense.
“How long have you been back?”
Natasha could make it out in the way he stood, in how tightly controlled his movements were and when he turned, food in hand, she could see it in the fire of his eyes that burnt blue.
He offered her food but she shook her head, not ready to eat just yet and wandered over to a stool at the kitchen island.
“We weren’t expecting you boys back for another day.”
The redhead noticed that something was most certainly afoot. She ran her fingers through longer hair until she could pull it up, more than noticing her friend had simply nodded in response to her statement. And while she wasn’t worried. She’d known Steve since he practically come out of the ice, give or take a few days. She knew when something was most definitely not well in paradise.
Natasha suspected she knew what that all was, “She’ll be back today. She just ran into the city with Pepper and Baby Potts for some lastminute wedding stuff.”
At the end of that week, Tony Stark and Pepper Potts would be getting married, finally. In a small intimate private ceremony on the grounds of the Avengers Compound with just three hundred guests.
“Am I that transparent?”
But that wasn’t it, it didn’t take a super spy to know that it was more than an Alpha missing his Bondmate and being horny. Nat’s green eyes watched Steve sip his juice then pick at the muffin. “Almost…what’s up?”
More silence.
It was beginning to make the female Alpha itch.
Steve wasn’t really hungry. However, he knew he needed to eat. If he didn’t eat, the bond that he shared with his Omega would give her a headache. Which was the last thing he wanted. When he came home to a disaster of an apartment that she’d clearly been in the process of sorting through, he felt that distinct emptiness at her not being there. She’d been sending him updates. With Tony’s wedding approaching and Banner returning from his sabbatical in space, her little apartment upstairs would return to the Hulk. Finally he’d be officially moving in with his Omega. It felt like forever. Over the past three years the pair had spent their time between his room and the Hulk-Proof apartment in the compound, much to his growing frustration. Finally, they were going to be living together, in the same space, all the time. He didn’t even care how messy or full of boxes the new space was.
Her smell was enough for now.
He’d taken a shower and dried off with her towels, breathing her scent as deeply as possible to take away the painful edge of her absence.
Quietly, eyes focused on the marble countertop of the island in the empty common area, Super Soldier Serum letting him know that he had total privacy with his friend. Steve quietly confessed. Because he honest to God had no idea what to do with himself at that point.
He was in trouble.
He was a liar.
“I did something…”
Nat’s heart sank. It quite literally sank in her chest.
She wasn’t his mate and she could feel his distress. Smell his scent thickening in misery, his distracted nature, as he clearly was lost in thought.
A supple mouth opened, words hissed out venomously, “Steven Grant Rogers!”
His guilt wouldn’t allow himself to look up.
In the dark kitchen, she nearly came off her stool in her rage, her fury. “You went on that mission because the two of you are solid! You’re True Mates! You should have been able to be sustained on your bond alone and not succumbed to your urges! You are not telling her, this will destroy her, you need to find a way to live with what you did and perk the hell up!”
Confused, Steve finally lifted his head to look his friend in the eye.
Steve was lots of things, but Steve was not unfaithful.
Steve was a liar. Steve was conflicted. Steve was miserable for a whole slew of reasons.
But Steve’s dick had not strayed from its home between his legs and your legs, never once during the entire time you’d been a Mated Pair.
“What? Nat no. I’ve not been with anyone other than my Omega. Calm down. You’re stinking up the kitchen.”
It was true, her scent of rich luxurious heady smells had turned into something acidic, burning his nose.
“Then what did you do?”
He picked at a piece of muffin and considered it, before eventually putting it in his mouth. “Do you promise not to think less of me?”
Beginning to really worry, especially if his fidelity was not the issue, Natasha nodded. “Like you have to ask. Really Rogers? You of all people never gave me any grief after the Banner affair. Not when I started courting Wanda. You’ve never questioned anything I’ve ever done, or any of my work. I’d like to think you’d think more of me.”
His moment of silence further worried her and then when he spoke, she grew more confused.
“Do you remember that weekend we all spent in Vegas? The team? After Thor came to ask for our help with those stolen plants from Asgard?”
Natasha’s face scrunched up at the fuzzy memory.
Steve picked another piece of muffin off the top and put it in his mouth.
“None of us remember that weekend. Tony screwed around with some of Thor’s plants and we all got hopped up on some sort of bender. We were messed up for days. You were even out of it for nearly ten hours, if my memory can even be trusted from that trip. We should be happy we all just received a lifetime ban from Vegas, and that’s it.”
Clint had gotten two new tattoos. Natasha woke up under a buffet table. Tony was found wandering around the desert with Thor after four days. Even the Vision had been impacted.
Natasha’s tone dropped an octave or two, “Why?”
A deep breath came from Steve.
For the first time in ever, he was about to say out loud what he did, what he failed to do, what he’d hoped would not be an issue in the future.
You were never supposed to find out.
“After we got home…I got something in the mail. I guess I went to one of those wedding chapels with my Omega and we got married. They sent the paperwork and a coffee mug.”
Of everything that gone through her mind as possible, that wasn’t it. She just blinked as it settled. Then she snorted in amusement. “You two got married in a Vegas Wedding Chapel. That’s hysterical.”
Hysterical wasn’t what Steve would have called it.
“I can’t believe you two managed to keep that quiet for three years.”
Steve was quiet.
Natasha grew suspicious.
When Steve’s eyes went back down to Wanda’s muffin, Natasha’s smile vanished. “You didn’t tell your Omega, did you?”
Silence was the only answer she got, or needed.
“For fuck’s sake Steve!”
“I know…I know…”
“How could you not tell your Omega!?”
Blowing out a breath, he scrunched up his face. “At first…we hadn’t been together that long and I didn’t want to scare her and then, a few months had passed. Then we found Bucky and a year had passed. We were fighting Zemo when another year had passed. We were focusing on Tony and Bucky and keeping the team together, and helping them both grieve and adjust, and then it was three years. I couldn’t tell her I waited that long to tell her what happened…”
Natasha heard the words come out of his mouth, she just could not believe it. Knowing Steve, she knew he was being honest.
“I can’t find the paperwork.” Steve confessed, which was what had been bothering him. “It’s somewhere in our new apartment.”
Those were words that she didn’t expect to hear from his mouth. Along with what they implied.
“You weren’t planning on telling your Omega?”
More silence.
“Steve!”
“I know…I know…” he sighed, finally looking back up to the outraged face of his friend. “It’s not that I don’t want to tell her, I was just planning on it not being an issue. I want to marry my Omega.”
“Have you told your Omega you want to get married?”
Silence.
“Have you told her yet about that brownstone you bought?”
Silence.
“Have you told your Omega about these urges you’ve been having?”
Even more silence.
“What did we talk about before you left on this mission? The mission that you swore to me wouldn’t be a problem?”
To that Steve had an answer, “It wasn’t a problem and I am going to talk to her…right after Tony’s wedding.”
Natasha buried her face in her hands, elbows on the countertop, groaning in utter disbelief.
“I know Nat…I know…I can’t believe you’d even think that I’d cheat on my Omega.”
Through her fingers she moaned, “Jesus Steve…that would be less of a disaster. You could just take that to your grave. I could emasculate you with something dull and we could all go on with our lives.”
***
“Oh my God…you look like a Sherpa. Let me go ahead and tell you to shave. We’re not having that look in my wedding pictures. And speaking of my wedding…”
Steve was in no way wanting to deal with Stark, not before he was able to see you and absolutely no sooner.
He’d just spent two hours in the gym after a ten-mile run and was still feeling restless.
He was still feeling those urges Natasha had so casually mentioned. They’d been there when he woke up from the ice. Swirling around beneath the surface, nagging at him, demanding he react violently to this new time, all the changes. He’d managed to temper them down with massive amounts of training after the Battle of New York, Shield Missions with Romanov and occasional courtships with Omega’s when time allowed.
Back then it’d been easily to get his Alpha under control, focus that extreme aggression and attention onto his duty. It wasn’t like he had an Omega. He was still learning about his new surroundings, still learning all what he was capable of.
Two months away on a mission had been harder than he’d expected.
Now he knew what he was missing in leaving his very own Omega at home.
Now, it was taking a lot more physical exertion to calm his needs, his needs to lash out. It was the serum amplifying his designation. It was the serum amplifying everything. It had happened before and through great effort, he’d been able to bring his collective shit back under control.
Tony hopped on into the elevator with the gait of a happy, satisfied Alpha and upon seeing the floor button he sought illuminated, turned to lean against the back wall with Steve, uncaring about the few employees with them. “…did Ms Rogers tell you she’s Maid of Honor?”
Steve was really hoping that finally, finally, moving in with you would help calm him. Hopping around from his room, to your apartment and back again, when he was in the compound was the very definition of hell on earth. Being frozen for seventy years hadn’t been that annoying.
Deep breaths, deep breaths he internally told himself.
Tony mentioning your name with so much familiarity was no big deal.
You’d known Tony before you knew him, Tony was your friend, Tony was deeply in love with Pepper and already wanting a second Pup. Tony was no threat. Steve worked hard to push the mental image of breaking Tony’s nose out of mind.
Your surname was Rogers. It wasn’t a dig at him. Tony didn’t know his deep dark secrets.
“Rhodey’s my Best Man. Don’t get me wrong. I considered you, I just cannot have you eye-fucking the Maid of Honor on the altar of my wedding. And speaking of such behavior…we need to talk about tonight. It’s going to be the first time you and Ms Rogers have gone to a big social event since the unfortunate New Year’s Eve Kerfluffle.”
More than a few voices in the elevator lowered as Tony openly spoke.
Now Steve could have assured Tony that everything would be fine. Promised that he wasn’t going to get in another fist fight with Quill, who wasn’t even coming to the wedding. Steve could have sworn that he would be on his best behavior. However, a part of Steve more in control of himself in that moment, made words come out of his mouth. “Tell your friends not to touch things that belong to me.”
Tony had noticed the changes.
Tony, contrary to popular belief, was very observant.
Tony had noticed his friend and teammate slowly coil, wind up, tighten bit by bit. Just there in the elevator and smelling like a gym from what had obviously been one hell of a workout, hair a bit longer than he remembered, a beard and tan from close to sixty days in Mongolia, Tony was pretty sure if he poked hard enough, he could finally see Captain America go off the deep end.
“When was the last time you took a vacation? You’ve got to have some personal days saved up.”
Personal days were for people who didn’t have the weight of the world on their shoulders.
“You know what they say about all work and no play?”
Steve couldn’t even think of a response.
Steve didn’t need days off. He didn’t care about days to himself, days away from the office, he could have cared less about a vacation away from the compound. There was only one thing that Steve wanted.
With a ding, the elevator came to a stop and everyone inside, minus the two Alpha’s, filed out in the direction of the cafeteria.
When the doors shut, Tony turned to face Steve, “How’d it go in Mongolia? Bruce said he’s still running tests on the artifact.”
Steve sagged back against the elevator wall. “Fine,” there wasn’t much more he could say. Clint, Sam and Bucky had been excellent company. Their merry little band had spent more time looking for the thing that had fallen out of the sky, than anything else. Still, they’d retrieved it and brought it back before any nefarious hands could get it, and they weren’t the only one’s looking for the glowing hunk of whatever it was. Clint had flat-out refused to touch it. Sam would…with a stick. Which meant he and Bucky carried it from the safety of the box they’d brought along. Even then, they split the duty pretty equally, neither Alpha wanting to hold it any longer than necessary. The few encounters they had with Hydra, smugglers and mercenaries after the artifact had been a welcome distraction from said object.
“You doing ok Cap? Feeling alright?”
Those were the magic words. The words that triggered something in Steve. He gave Tony a small smile. “I’m good Tony. I’m just glad to be back.” In order to further the illusion that all was well and copasetic, Steve softly inquired, “Banner settling in ok?”
“For the most part. Things have thawed considerably between him and Romanov. I spent all weekend playing musical apartments here. Just so you know, your Omega has an alarming number of shoes and books. Do you have any idea how many boxes of books and yarn and shoes I had to carry downstairs this weekend? All while you and the boys were galivanting around Mongolia?”
Galivanting was not the word Steve have used personally. And he would much rather have helped move the apartments around himself, not just so things didn’t go missing either.
Which led to him forcing himself to sound casual, as the elevator dinged at their floor. “And where did you put my things Tony? I couldn’t find anything when I got in there.”
When the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened, the brunet shrugged, “Couldn’t tell you. We just threw everything in there. Pep had to go into the city to lock down things for the honeymoon. Are you ready to babysit Morgan for ten days?”
Babysitting the toddler for ten days was news to Steve.
Smirking as the elevator doors opened, Stark patted his teammate on the shoulder. “No need to panic Cap. Wanda and Natasha have been vying for sleepovers and babysitting duty too. I have this all planned out. Everything is lining up perfectly.” That comment earned him a look from Steve. Tony followed him out of the elevator. He went on in glorious detail, “Our rut and heat will match up perfectly. I’ve been switching her birth control with placebos for a couple months now. We’ll be in Hawaii when they happen and if everything works out, Pepper will be pregnant by the time we’re back.”
“Does Pepper know what you have in mind?”
“It’s all part of the surprise,” Tony informed him.
At first that didn’t sit too well with Steve. Plotting to knock up his mate and future wife was a bit over the top, even for Tony. However, remembering that he’d failed to mention your current marital status, well, that chilled any disapproval Steve felt towards the other Alpha. “Good luck with that Tony…” was the best he could do.
Walking in step with Steve, Tony leaned against the blonde, who seemed to have grown in size since he’d last seen him. Thus making him wonder just how much the Super Soldier was working out? He’d seen him working out with Bucky in the gym, training, sparring and watching the two equals physically throw one another around with unrestrained violence. It was sobering. “Let’s discuss tonight. It’s your probationary period.”
“Excuse me?”
Undisturbed by the bristle of his comrade, Tony went on. “Yes, you heard me. I know you heard me. You should be happy you get to come tonight at all. Considering you pushed Quill off the roof.”
Steve stopped dead in his tracks.
Tony too, eyeing the Alpha, perhaps even sizing him up.
Leaning forward so he was close enough to touch Tony, Steve didn’t even realize his nose scrunched for a second, in something close to a snarl. “I never pushed him. I threw Quill off the roof and he’s enhanced, so he was fine. And don’t even try to sell me that line on him mistaking my Omega for his companion…his companion is green and smells like ginger.”
“I would never…you know how I feel about Ms Rogers. I just want to make sure that everyone has a good, fun and safe time tonight. This will be the first EVENT…” Tony even made finger quotes at that last word. “…since January, that the both of you are attending together. I just want everything to go ok and everyone to be on their best behavior. Is that too much to ask?”
Yes, was what Steve wanted to tell him.
Absolutely yes, came to mind.
Of course, yes, it was way too much to ask.
In the end, Steve said nothing, turned and kept walking.
Hurrying after him, Tony wasn’t about to surrender, “Don’t make that face at me. I am for reals serious Rogers. You know…for most of us, finding our Bondmate calms us down. It’s supposed to soothe us around those rough edges.”
***
You’d just managed to escape.
You had so much to get done before that evening, and upon getting back from the city with Pepper and Morgan, you’d seen Sam and Bucky wandering through the garage, looking like hippies. It could only mean one thing.
He was home.
Steve was home.
Steve was home and you still hadn’t found the shoebox of unmentionables. Lost somewhere in the sea of your new shared apartment, which was a chaotic disaster.
Why on earth did you decide to go to Manhattan with Pepper and Morgan?
Why? Why? Why?
You could have been unpacking and organizing, looking for your shoebox that Steve could never ever ever find.
He would lose his shit.
Which was why, Steve could never ever ever ever find out, you were getting death threats. You’d been getting death threats for about two years and were just so done with it now.
Half the time you didn’t open them. You just shoved them in the shoebox that you had hidden in your closet.
Tony knew. Tony knew because you’d been getting them around the compound. Once or twice a month, never the same place twice, in places that only someone who was close to you could leave them for you to find. Pieces of plain white computer paper that had a little cross-bone design on them. You had to tell someone, so you told Tony. You didn’t want Steve to worry. You didn’t want Steve distracted on missions. You weren’t afraid. You weren’t worried. You were more annoyed than anything.
In your haste, you’d almost run into Steve.
Under the guise of wanting to try and straighten up the explosion of boxes in your apartment, you begged Pepper to distract Steve as long as possible. Then you ran like a bat out of hell into the Avengers compound.
Pepper was loyal. Pepper would buy you all the time she could, and in four and a half inch pumps, you vaulted up the stairs like you were on the run from the law.
Overnight bag in one hand and an iced coffee in the other, you were gasping for air by the time you made it to the new space you two would make your own. Located on the same floor as the Avenger’s living quarters.
Your apartment had a bedroom, an office, a bathroom and a half, plus an open floor kitchen living room area. Said open area had floor to ceiling windows showing off a beautiful view of the river.
Once inside you kicked off your pumps. You flung your overnight bag in the general direction of the bedroom you two would now share, and got to work.
You shoved boxes aside, or stacked them to create some semblance of order.
You ran clothes into the bedroom.
You brought Steve’s things into the office for him.
You pushed the empty broken down boxes behind full boxes.
For a second, you thought you found the shoebox full of unmentionables. Upon closer inspection, you found it was just a new pair of shoes in an identical box. Upon even closer inspection, you decided to throw them into the running of possible footwear contenders for that evenings big event. So you put that box in the bedroom, over where you had your dress hanging.
Eventually Steve got up into your apartment.
After what felt like a downright interrogation from Pepper concerning his beard situation, which she was really liking and had opinions about. He was greeted to the amusing sight of his Omega, scurrying around a new apartment that smelled like fresh paint. Organizing, pushing boxes and furniture around, nesting in your new communal space.
You jumped when you heard Steve say your name.
You spun around, dropped a new box of silverware you’d bought at Target at the mere sight of him, and then forgot everything. Your hand went up. Fingertips touched your lips as you gaped in surprise at the sight of your Bondmate, whom you hadn’t seen in far too long.
“Oh…wow…” was what came from your mouth as your eyes wandered.
A little smirk tugged on his lips as he shut the door.
And everything was ok. Seeing him made everything ok. You were shocked to see he had a beard, and his hair was longer than when he’d left. There was some color on his face from the sun and if it were even possible, he looked like he’d put on a little bit more muscle.
A whisper came from your lips, as you watched him approach so calmly. “You’re back…” You’d missed him so much. It’d been so unbearable. Finally seeing him home, seeing him so close, knowing that he was home for the foreseeable future, it made your eyes burn.
“I’m back Omega.”
His voice, oh how his voice just wrapped around you.
A little sob shook you that just sort of escaped. Your other hand came up and before you realized it, you were trying your very hardest to not cry or get emotional.
When Steve wrapped those big powerful arms around you and pulled you close, rested his mouth against the top of your head and you smelled him. Everything broke…it just fell apart. Inhaling the comforting smells of soft leather, warm vanilla and spicy cinnamon ripped tears from you, sobs of absolute relief that you hadn’t even realized were buried deep, over your time apart, escaped.
Your fingers sank into the material of his t-shirt as your tears just flowed.
Knowing that you just needed to be held, comforted, as you let out everything that you’d held in. Steve pulled you as close as he could physically get you against him. Inhaled your scent deeply and pulled one of your hands up to his mouth. Softly he kissed your fingers and your palm, rubbed his face against the inside of your wrist, scenting you, drawing as much comfort from you, as he knew you got from what he was doing.
Totally forgetting about wanting to distract you, so he could look for his paperwork, Steve got lost in the scent of you that he’d been missing for so long.
While away, he had to make due with a silk scarf of yours that he carried with him all the time.
When your fingers reached up to yank the collar of his t-shirt down, all thoughts of sending you in the bathroom to soak in a hot sea of salts and bath-bombs was just unbearable. It didn’t matter how many feet away you’d be, it was just too far. As soon as he felt your mouth against his chest, Steve wasn’t even sure if you two would make it out of the apartment that week. Your lips were so soft against his collarbone. Greedy impatient noises came from you as you rose onto your toes. Still you were unable to reach higher.
Knowing what you needed, strong hands slid down your body to settle on the backs of your thighs. Steve easily pulled you up, so you could get the access that you so urgently wanted. Your mates voice was soft but indiscernible. You were too busy to notice, too intent on your goal.
You peppered kisses along the firm flesh of his chest, scraped teeth over his throat and ran the tip of your tongue along his pulse. God did he smell good, taste good. He completed a part of you.
Beneath your fingers his shoulders were so big, thickly corded with muscle upon muscle.
His chest flushed when you began to suck on his Mating Gland. You pressed against it with your tongue and just generally lost yourself. After all the time you’d been together, it felt good to know you could still make him blush. You could still make him feel like you had in the beginning, back when you first gave him the scars on his gland. Those scars that still gave you a thrill to see, a happy feeling, a bit of a possessive appreciation for the Alpha you’d claimed as your own. And he was still so very much yours, only yours.
When you felt his beard on your neck, you pulled back.
You cringed at the alien feeling of scratchy facial hair. It felt wrong touching the soft skin of your neck. In hooking your heels behind his waist, you frowned and reached out to touch the dark blonde beard. “No…” you shook your head, “This has to go.”
“I lost my shaving kit,” was his response to you. Stunning blue eyes watched as you continued to rub your thumbs over the new to you growth.
You countered with, “It doesn’t feel like you.”
“No?”
You made a face. A scrunched-up face, as you continued to smooth your hands over the cheeks of your Bondmate, your partner, your companion, lover and other half. He was your life. He fulfilled you in a way no one ever had.
But this beard, you weren’t sure about it at all.
Steve pressed his lips softly against yours, and you couldn’t help but squirm at the feel of it on your face. It was wrong. It made you laugh, a playful high-pitched noise came from you. Still though you shook your head at him. “No…no…”
“Is there anything else you don’t like Omega?”
Oh that tone.
It earned him a highly raised eyebrow.
Your attention went to his hair as he moved around, you slid your fingers in through the longer length than you were used to him ever having. He must not have cut his hair since he’d left. You weren’t sure how you felt about that, but you’d reserve judgement until he got it trimmed.
Since getting back, Steve hadn’t really given a second thought to his facial hair. He’d been busy trying to cover his ass.
Bucky and Sam didn’t bring a shaving kit on the mission, totally prepared to go native in the Steppes. Clint swore he didn’t have a razor. However, his face was still clean shaven and smooth. At the time, Steve hadn’t cared enough to ask more than once. Now, he was beginning to, especially when you had squirmed around in his arms for the first time ever.
“Where’s our nest?” He wanted to know. He hadn’t exactly looked for it on his first visit to your new digs and now, now in a sea of stuff, he couldn’t quite make it out. Where had you been sleeping? Steve had plans to put you in said nest, so he could remind just how he felt. Facial hair could come or go. His hands, his body, his skin on the other hand against yours, he’d remind you just what your Alpha felt like.
Your nest?
You looked around and pointed to various places. “Umm…the mattress is over there and some blankets are in those boxes…pillows there and there and in there…I’ve been curling up in my chair with those pillows…the last couple nights, before I went into the city with Pepper.”
“What chair?”
In his arms, you turned to point out your big puffy lavender chair that was, covered with pillows and a chenille throw, surrounded by a fortress of stacked boxes. “Over there…”
“Have you been good while I’ve been gone?” He inquired, carefully making his way around and over a wide assortment of furniture, bags and belongings.
You licked your lips.
No, no you had not.
As you shifted in his arms, you again yanked on the neck of his t-shirt. “You’re going to have to be way more specific what you mean by good.”
Steve nearly tripped over a pair of his own boots. Maybe you weren’t wrong when you said him leaving them on the floor was indeed a safety hazard.
“Did you touch yourself while I was away?”
Not only had you touched yourself, you’d stress shopped, you’d spent more than a few nights with Pepper and several bottles of wine. You and Nat and Wanda had gone into the city for Girl Nights. You’d even worn Steve’s clothes that you’d found in the laundry hamper, clothes that you could not make yourself wash because that would get rid of his scent, which would have just broken your heart.
When he sat back onto your chair, hanging tightly onto you so you remained on him, Steve held your gaze, questioning.
Not that you were about to be ashamed of your behavior. You did what you had to do to get by without your Alpha. Did you maybe wear his dirty t-shirts in your nest while thinking of him, touching yourself, pressing your sex toy deep inside of you? “Yeah…are you going to tell me that you didn’t?”
An amused look came over his face and with that beard, oh that beard.
“Seriously,” you couldn’t quite believe it. Not with how voracious his appetite was when he was home. As you straddled his pelvis, you could feel his erection press into your thigh through his sweats. Which was around the time you made the executive decision that his t-shirt needed to come off.
Steve humored you.
As he spoke, he moved his arms, shifted beneath you and helped you pull off the offensive garment. “Doll…I was with Sam, Buck and Clint for two months out in the field. It would have just been weird to do that with them around.” And when you got his shirt off and tossed over your shoulder, you set eyes upon one of your most absolute favorite sights in the world. That broad muscular expanse of male chest that belonged to your Alpha.
Not that he seemed to mind at all. As your hands began to smooth over the taut flesh, his eyes closed. A soft noise escaped from his lush mouth.
“Clearly you were working out,” you remarked as your hands wandered further, explored for God and country.
Eyes closed, he groaned softly, “Tell me how you touched yourself Omega.”
“We can do better than that,” was your response.
Blue eyes that haunted your dreams cracked open at your lip service. However, by then, your palms had smoothed down over a washboard stomach. One that you planned to spend a proper amount of time with later, in order to focus on a trail of dark blonde hair leading down into the waistband of low-slung sweatpants.
When you drug your nails through that dusting of male hair, Steve arched beneath you.
Beneath those long lashes, his eyes squinted and a most delicious noise grunted through his teeth.
Two of your recently manicured fingers hooked under that grey waistband. Disapprovingly, you clicked your tongue. “Captain Rogers…I really don’t think it’s safe for you to free-ball around this compound. There are a lot of thirsty Omega’s and Beta’s on staff. I have four new unBound Omega’s alone in my office.”
Steve had absolutely no idea what the proper definition of free-ball was, but he had a good idea. What with having spent a considerable amount of time around Sam and Clint, plus the context of his situation.
When your hand wrapped around him, he nearly died. His eyes closed. His lips parted in a moan. His fingers sank into your hips. You pulled him out from beneath grey cotton fabric. Steve was painfully erect. Red, swollen, weeping from his tip, foreskin pushed halfway down his length. You swore you could feel his pulse in your hand. Wickedly, you shoved his waistband down more, reaching down for the rest of him, cupping his heavy balls in your hand. He panted, he gasped, he made noises that shot right down through you. The gratification your Omega felt couldn’t be measured.
“So…my toy isn’t exactly the same size. But I can use this to show you exactly how I touched myself when you were gone. Are you paying attention Alpha?”
Through eyes that were slits, your Bondmate glared at you.
Oh how badly he wanted to marry you.
Well, marry you again. He wanted to remember actually marrying you.
It had nothing to do with how amazing it felt when you touched him, held him, sat on him and gripped his dick. He was going to have you. In a short time, he would be inside of your body. In fact, he planned to attend the big shin-dig that night with you and with the knowledge that he was still dripping out of you, smeared on your leg, perhaps even in your stomach.
Steve couldn’t explain it.
He needed to mark you more. His Alpha wasn’t satisfied. Everything he had wasn’t enough. Your bites scarring one another’s Mating Glands, didn’t feel like enough. The marks that he would leave on your body by the time he was finished with you, weren’t enough.
He couldn’t make you his enough.
Somehow, he wasn’t sure how it was even possible, at times he felt like you were slipping through his fingers.
Steve couldn’t explain it. Steve knew it was ridiculous.
You belonged to him.
You were his Bondmate, his True Mate. You bore his mark. When you looked at him, he felt his heart swell, his blood pound through his veins. Your submission to him was absolute. He could watch you sleep all night in his arms and it wasn’t enough. He was happy. He’d never felt more complete. Nothing was lacking. He didn’t know how else he could possibly make you his more, exert his dominance over you more, display his possession of you any more than he already did.
It wasn’t something that he could put his finger on.
He wanted more. He needed more.
“You have that look on your face again Doll,” you teased, making him pay attention to you and get out of his head.
Steve gave you that shit-eating smirk of his, “What look is that Mega?”
“Like you just want to gobble me right up.”
Well, you weren’t wrong.
Steve’s tongue ran over his teeth in a high suggestive sort of way. Oh, just the way you looked him over. Just the way you touched him, pushed his foreskin down his shaft and firmly pumped him just how you knew he liked. Because you knew his body now like it was an extension of your own. “Get down on your knees Omega. Show me how much you’ve missed your Alpha.”
Goosebumps broke out on your flesh from head to toe.
He didn’t use his Tone, he didn’t have to. His words were husky enough you could have cut them with a knife. Leisurely you slid off his thighs to obey, submit, do as your Alpha instructed because your Omega wanted to submit, obey and serve her Alpha. Your Omega self wanted to make him proud, pleasure him till he screamed and begged for mercy.
“Do you want me to undress Alpha?”
Steve nodded, his hand went down to fist his aching cock until you returned. “Show me your beautiful body. Show me what’s mine.”
Just his words alone made you wet.
You were ready for him in that very second. Your body could have taken him without him putting a finger on you.
One by one, somewhat quickly, your clothing came off, piece by piece.
You could be seductive later.
At that moment in time, there were needs that had to be met, biological urges that had to be satisfied. While you may have been unable to practice restraint from pleasuring yourself while he’d been away, you felt considerably more frantic than he appeared to be, just lounged down in your reading chair, stroking himself.
From that assortment of pillows, he watched you yank off your blouse, bra and jeans, shimmy from your panties where he caught a flash of your ink.
Steve would never have considered himself a fan of tattooing.
When he grew up, it was mostly only sailors and carnies who got tattooed, and the tattoos weren’t exactly appropriate. So it was safe to say, he didn’t totally get it. Some tattoos looked nice he supposed, while others just made him roll his eyes. When you told him six months ago, you’d gotten a tattoo while out with Wanda, saying he’d been annoyed would have been the understatement of the decade. Most especially when he saw the bandage high up on the inside of your thigh.
As it was, your body had scars from your time at the hands of Crossbones. Steve could lie and say he didn’t mind them, but he still had to look at them. Your body was a canvas. One that he’d prayed didn’t have something misspelled, or weird, forever inked into.
He’d dreaded seeing what you’d gotten tattooed on your perfect little body.
Ok, so sure, thinking about someone being that close to your most intimate of places, places only he got to see, made something primal and red-hot surge through him. Eventually seeing his very own bite mark, in black ink, high up inside of your lush thigh, it was a particularly good surprise. It became enjoyable.
Seeing it then, while you stripped down to nothing but the few pieces of jewelry he’d given you, oh he enjoyed seeing it.
Watching his Omega sink down to her knees before him, feeling her tug his pants down to his ankles, smelling her scent thicken from arousal, he could feel that string deep within tug.
Tug. Tug. Tug.
Claim. Mark. Possess.
And he couldn’t wait any more. He didn’t want your mouth on him. Steve needed more. He couldn’t wait that long to lay siege to your body.
He was up. He was on his feet yanking you, pushing and shoving you. You were so soft. You smelled like paradise. Every laugh and noise that came from you at his impatience, it made him even harder, if it were possible. He pressed you into the chair, knees on the floor and arms on the cushion, fingers exploring between your legs hastily, a search that would find you slick and ready for him.
“Omega,” he grunted in a warning question as he crowded up behind you. Pressing his body against you, so you were effectively pinned to the furniture. Heart pounding, blood boiling, head swimming as your mate ran strong fingers in through your slippery folds. The spicy smell of vanilla and cinnamon overwhelmed you.
“I’m yours Alpha. Only yours.”
And then, then he shoved you forward perhaps a bit roughly. Making your knees leave the floor as you felt him line up behind you. A big hand fell between your shoulders to keep you pressed into the cushion and pillows. You moaned out deeply as he speared you with the tip of his erection. He was restless again. Steve was needy and eager and practically desperate again. You didn’t understand it as an Omega. But you understood that your mate was not just an Alpha. But an Alpha who was a Super Solider, with enhancing serum running through his veins. On top of that, deep down, he was a ninety pound chronically ill soul who constantly was told no, told he wasn’t good enough or strong enough.
You knew Steve had his moments. Steve was knee-deep in a moment.
A gasp was ripped from you, when he sank in with a thrust that sent him deep, all the way to your cervix. He made you feel good. He always did. He always looked after your needs, your pleasure. It was no different then. His other hand, not pinning you to the chair, snaked between your legs. Your Alpha pounded into your body as if determined to wedge himself inside, so far deep he’d never come out.
You knew what your mate needed. Just as his body knew what yours needed. Just as he began to find a rhythm that made your thighs open more, your ass arch back into his pelvis, and your own pelvis rub into his hand, you moaned out. “I’m yours Alpha. All yours, always yours, only yours.”
“Mine.” He hissed, wrecking you, pushing you even more against the chair until there was absolutely no give. “Mine, you’re mine. Mine. Tell me Omega. Tell me again.”
And he was hitting that spot. The spot where he could both push and pull against your g-spot and clit on his way in, on his way out, and once seated. It was both bliss and pure hell as you coiled and clenched, pinned helplessly beneath him totally at his mercy.
All you could do was gasp against pillows. “Yours Steve. I’m yours Alpha. Give it to me Alpha. Give it all to me. Give me…give me what’s mine…”
If anything, that spurred him on.
His body curled over your back as he rutted into you.
Your mate hit deeper spots in that new position, made you cry out at the change that felt so good it hurt. Teeth sank into the curve of your neck, and even though his beard tickled, you hardly noticed it.
Pain and sucking and thrusting pushed you into an intense orgasm, one that your Bondmate fucked his way through. Steve fucked through his own release as well. Fueled on by the taste of your blood, your cries and shouts, your pussy clenching so tightly around him, milking him, taking every drop of cum he spilled inside of you. The pleasure was too much and still he wanted more.
Between your shoulder blades would be a bruise from his grip.
Still his hand remained there as his hips continued to plunge into you, shove you against the chair, every blow made moans escape from you.
The Alpha in him knew there was more to claim. More to show his Omega what belonged to him, all the ways he could make his Omega scream and beg for her Alpha. He would give his Omega everything that was hers and hers alone.
Slick was smearing all over his thighs, sticky with his own seed that oozed out every time he moved in, then out of you. He felt it, heard it squelch, smelled it even. His slick covered balls ached. He had so much more to give you, until your skin was covered with his cum, as well as your own sweat and slick and his sweat. Maybe even some of your blood. As his eyes wandered over his newest bite. All while he continued to remind your body just who it belonged to. He eyed his teeth marks that were smeared with his blood and saliva.
Urges rose.
Instincts made demands.
Steve bit you for a second time.
Teeth sank deeper into that bit of muscle between your neck and shoulder, till you screamed out, clenched around him again from both pain and pleasure. His brain demanded he make a mark that would last through the night for all to see just who you belonged to, that you were taken, you would only ever be his Omega.