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

[ 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.

You won't miss a thing. Hand to God.

[ she reaches up and cards her fingers through his hair. her touch pauses, brief, at his temple. ]

Because we've got tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that.

[ she turns her cheek and kisses his chest. ]

And I already know what your next lesson will be.

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Weeks.

[ hell, the things she can teach him in weeks. steve makes a keen, happy sound, seeks her touch. He kisses her wrist, sucking happily on the soft skin he finds there. ]

And I don't suppose you'll tell me what it is?

[ weeks. good lord, will she even know what to do with him after weeks? she's dizzy all over again at the prospect—raring and eager to start filling in the hours. ]

I'd had to give you an unfair advantage.

[ she lets her eyes slip shut as she "lectures" him on the strange new ethics of their predicament. their teacher-student relationship. ]

No—you'll have to wait. You'll have to be patient.

Yes ma'am.

[ he thinks he can be good for her. He thinks he can wait and not ask her too many questions just yet. His caresses turn lazy, slow circles on her lower back. ]

Stay.

[ hell, he never wants her to leave again. ]

[ she hums her agreement. she'll stay—at least for a little while. after all, it's only the afternoon yet. they can't lay about all bloody day, despite the otherwise emptied schedule ahead of them.

for weeks.

she luxuriates in a slower, care-free breathing pattern. ]

Close your eyes.

[ hers are already shut. ]

Yes ma'am.

[ He hasn't done this in years, napped through the afternoon. This, now, is a first in so many ways. But it's so simple to hold her close and breath her in, to close his eyes and take a deep breath and sleep. Steve's sleep is sweet and deep, dreamless and happy.

He can get used to it, to her presence. He doesn't quite remember how he's ever managed it without her there. ]

[ it's little more than a catnap. but, oh it's a lovely catnap. she makes a pillow of his chest, of his shoulder, and leeches heat off his skin. more than that—she makes no effort to disentangle their bodies. she doesn't allow him to slide out or exit her—meaning that when she wakes (oh, about forty-five minutes later) a bleary stretch reminds her that he still fills her.

—it's enough to make her breath catch. her fingers tighten on the plane of his stomach. the afternoon sun filters through the drapes, cutting a bright ray of light across his chin, his neck, his shoulder. ]

—Steve.

[ it's barely a whisper. ]

Mmm?

[ He wakes up slowly. There's a small stretch first, his body shifts below her. He cracks open one eye, smiles and shuts it again. For all that he cares, he could stay inside her for the rest of the day and not miss a single thing, not movement nor food. Inside her, his body is quickly waking up to. ]

's nice.

[ it's exhilarating. ]

[ it is nice—although she finds the sentiment sticky in her throat. it's easier by far to turn her cheek and kiss his skin and inhale that odd-lovely musk of spent energy and clean linens. of him, spiced and organic, beneath it all.

christ above and the devil below, but he'd taken her on a trip not so long ago. she's almost a little guilty for how quickly, how simply, she'd fallen asleep with him. it felt unlike her—but not in the worst of ways. ]

We can't stay like this forever.

[ peggy tells him—almost wanting to be challenged and proven otherwise. ]

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