encompass | ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴘᴏsᴛ 2019-2020 ( ɢᴇɴ + sᴍᴜᴛ )

[ he's thought about this, dreamed about this. This was the subject of every fantasy he's had since he met her, it kept him warm on cold, lonely nights and it was always on his mind in the few moments he's had to touch himself and still he wasn't prepared. She's wet and she's warm and she's tight and Steve breathes his name and sits up to kiss her, to tangle one hand in her hand and drop the other to her hip. He doesn't move her, he does keep her in place as instinct takes over and he meets her half way, thrusting up when she lowers herself towards him. ]

Yeah.

[ he nods, smiling against her lips. it's so good. ]

[ she ought to have been prepared for this. a couple of orgasms in, and after having felt him heavy and full in her palm, she should have recognized how big he would feel inside her. filling her; pressing back against her walls. her next sound is almost a mewl, delighted and lost to this brand new sensation.

it's all the more overwhelming as he pushes upward—suddenly bottoming him out inside, burying him to his hilt, and their kiss turns sharp as she bites down on his bottom lip.

panting, cheek-to-cheek, she whispers: ] It's a miracle you even fit.

[ peggy mightn't have ordinarily spoken so explicitly on her thought process but, good god, he'd loosened a damn few of her inhibitions already today. ]

That's one hell of a way to say it.

[ fits, she says and he puffs a happy chuckle against her lips. The fit is tight and overwhelmingly good. They find a slow, exploratory rhythm but slow does a lot, it's deep, too and it makes every sensation register clearly, her warmth, the way she clenches when they find the right angle. He kisses the corner of her mouth, her cheek, a spot right below her ear. ]

I love you.

[ it's such a terribly easy confession to make. ]

[ he makes his confession and peggy stills—although he's still inside her, still making her feel as though she's brimming over with him. their careful rhythm loses a beat. she reaches for his side, just below his ribs, and steadies herself.

it's not a surprise. they would never have made it thus far if they didn't love one another—that's just the way they both are together. but the sound rings wonderful in her ears. ]

I know. [ she answers. and then, suddenly thinking better of it, adds: ] And I know I love you too.

[ everything stops, for a moment. She stills and so does Steve, in tune with her without even realizing it. This is right, he thinks, this i what it should have been, if it weren't for the crash and the ice. She shifts and he does too, moving a hand from her hips over her lower back, embracing her against his chest as he moves again, slow and deep. ]

I'm not hurting you?

[ he can feel the tight fit, though he imagines she feels it even more profoundly. ]

N-no.

[ she stammers her answer—still a little upended by his admission and how easily, happily, readily she repaid it in kind. she loves him. the feeling had crystalized the moment she lost him and had flushed back into her body the moment he was recovered.

it's not that there isn't an ache. there is one, certainly, but it's sweet and enjoyable and so thoroughly enmeshed with her pleasure. she regains her stability and meets his slow, even movements. ]

Quite the opposite.

[ little by little, they find their pace again. steve watches her, he caresses her back with one palm and keeps the other firmly on her backside, steadying her against him. It's achingly good - it's not fast, it's not erratic but it's enough to make it harder to breath. Steve bends his head, kisses her shoulder. ]

You know, I could stay like this for hours.

[ inside her, surrounded by her warmth. ]

[ it's all quite different to the frenetic neediness that had accompanied their escapades until now. it's measured and easy and (of course) that doesn't make it any less exciting. his hands travel her back, cup her curves, and his stability emboldens her to reclaim her half of the pace. her muscles engage; her legs, her hips, her core flexes just enough to raise her up and drop her down and never let him slip out in the process. ]

Don't tempt me.

[ she warns him—suggesting that she may very well want to stay locked with him for hours on end. ]

Jesus Peg.

[ something snaps on the fourth or fifth pump. She rises and he pushes up as she lowers her hip and without warning, without a shiver or a telling groan, it's enough to make him shudder and clutch her and growl her name as he comes. He hasn't felt this orgasm coming, but as much as it has sneaked up on him, as good as it was, he doesn't relent, doesn't soften. He nudges her hips, just a little faster. ]

Go on. Move.

[ this sudden, sweet shift in him emboldens her. she rides out his climax—sinking him deep inside and pulling him close. her arms wrap around his neck; it's her turn to drop slow-but-rough kisses against his throat, his shoulder, the broad front of his chest. the hard way he says her name tightens some cord within her.

—and then his tone switches too. move, he tells her, and it's suddenly such a sweet thing to do exactly as asked. she uses her hold on him, her arms hooked around his neck and shoulders, to anchor her as she rocks faster atop his cock. she sets a greedy, impatient pace—leaning forward just far enough to direct his thrusts and chase the same place he'd hit with his fingers. ]

You're relentless.

[ she whispers, each syllable hard-fought, and it must surely be a compliment. ]

You're so good.

[ he whispers against her neck, sucking on her skin there. She's a sensory overload, he could do this to her for hours on end, watch her above him and the pace she sets, that's relentless. Steve leans back, allows her to move a little forward so she can take him in the right angle. He rolls his hips up, tries to help her get there. ]

It was never like this when it was just me.

[ once was enough but she's so close and she doesn't let his body calm down, she keeps stirring arousal every which way. ]

[ she might as well have got lava beneath her skin—considering how she feels like an eruption waiting to happen. steve peppers her with praise and it prickles along her neck, down her spine, and spreads a new golden warmth through her guts. he urges her onward—upward, downward, again and again until she's practically bouncing on him. there's a white hot heat in the musculature of her legs, aching and protesting against a movement she's never really made before. not like this; not in conjunction with so many other sensations.

but she fucks him through the mild, more-than-worthwhile discomfort. knowing that given time, given practice, this will become as fluid and natural as anything else.

her fingernails scrabble at his skin. ]

Nothing was ever like this, Steve.

[ and when she says his name she says it with such hushed reference before she's coming again. hard, visceral, and all the more wildly this time as overstimulation takes over and all she needs to do is throw herself at his chest and curl against him. ]

[ there's sweat on his back. It's as if his orgasm has unbridled her and suddenly, she's moving fast and hard, chasing her orgasm and as she comes, she makes him come, too. She becomes impossibly tight, wonderfully wet and Steve's cry of her name is almost a howl. This orgasm unwinds him, leaving him shivering beneath her. He lets his head meet the pillow and eases her against him, running his hand up and down her back.

He kisses her, short and breathless. He doesn't move yet, doesn't want out of her just yet. ]

[ they've made a half-dozen memories on his bed already. and it seems (at long last) that the tireless steve rogers might finally need a moment or two to recapture his breath. this has her grinning, nearly ear to ear, until his kiss swallows up all her mirth and she finds herself moaning softly against his lips. every kiss ignites a new fire.

how the devil did she go so long without kissing him again?

she stretches on him—nuzzling here and there until she finds exactly how she wants to lay above him, head tilted against the curve of his shoulder. she also seems to be in no rush to extract their bodies from one another. ]

How many was that? Three—all within the same bit of sport? Steve, you might've set a world record.

[ she's teasing. undoubtedly. ]

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Stop it.

[ he's laughing, ears tinged pink, suddenly embarrassed. But oh, this is almost as intoxicating. She's close and she's warm and she's stretched above it and steve doesn't plan to ever let her go. He dares to reach up and run his fingers through her hair, everything about her is so soft, it's such a contrast to how physically strong he knows she is.

fascinating. ]

We both know it's not true.

Oi.

[ despite her protest, she's all languid lines and uncharacteristic snuggles. although perhaps it's just that they've been uncharacteristic right up until now—the afterglow, where it seems all rules are shot and all bets are off.

she leans her head into his touch. ]

I don't know it's not true. Maybe I haven't witnessed much—[ a small nod to the thin sexual history she's got ]—but I've certainly never witnessed a fellow capable of...what just happened.

[ there's no distance left between them. No clothes, no anything. They're skin to skin; he can feel her heartbeats, he can feels soft skin under his fingers as he explores, moving his touch down her back, over her side, her nape. He tips her chin towards her and kisses her, deep and languid, tongue against tongue; he sucks on her bottom lip. Inside her, he's hardening again. ]

Are you tired?

[ if she were honest with him, she might admit that she feels a prickle or three of fatigue at the corners of her consciousness. a happy hollowed-out feeling, where all her expended energy has been replaced with thoughts of him.

except his kiss reignites a fuse she didn't know was still viable. more than that, the slight twitch of his cock buried inside her prompts a pleasant tightening in her stomach. it must be reiterated: he is a wonder. far, far beyond what she'd imagined. ]

I could be persuaded for another round. Possibly.

[ she splays her hand on his chest and thumbs the place where his pectoral muscle gathers in a muted, manly peak. it's not the first time she's touched him here. the first time was years ago. ]

[ he chuckles. possibly, she says. He touches her thigh, feeling the muscles beneath. She's tired, steve can tell, he also knows that he can't just tell her that, even happy and sated, he knows it won't do. He moans, a happy, loud sound when she touches him. His skin tightens beneath her finger. Steve nudges her close and kisses her brow. ]

How about a bath, can I persuade you to take one?

[ it might be the first step to getting her to rest. ]

Mmm.

[ she hums a note—digging deep and securing her arms around him. hunkering down. planting her flag. ]

Likely not. I'm quite content exactly where I am.

Sounds fair.

[ he makes a sound at the back of his throat when she cuddles closer, when she keeps him inside. He traces his touch down her back again, towards the faint marks he's left there. They might stay there for a few days, the very thought makes him twitch inside her. ]

Comfortable??

[ —that bare throb inside her cunt makes her curious. what, she wonders, drew that minor reaction? she lips at his shoulder, little half kisses as she thinks the puzzle through. she can't be at all sure. ]

Quite.

[ she could drift away, here, she thinks. though it's hard to properly imagine it when his fingers keep raising little hairs and gooseflesh. but now she has to ask. ]

Are you at all tired?

I could sleep. The serum has made it difficult to get tired.

[ but he's relaxed and he's comfortable and that alone is enough. If he relaxes a bit more, Steve knows he'll fall asleep. ]

It feels nice. It's tempting.

[ it's impossible not to take a mental note. even now, there's a certain quality of duty that perks up when he explains this small side-effect of the serum. it's alright, though, because it's precisely the sort of revelation she intends to keep to herself. private, peggy's-eyes-only lessons. ]

But...?

[ it's tempting, but what? ]

But then I'll miss this.

[ her, sprawled above him. her, wrapped warm and snug around his cock, her, snuggled close in his arms. Her, smelling like perfume and shaving cream and sex. ]

It's one hell of a price to pay for sleep.

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