Charlies POV:
When we arrive to our newest location, Steve picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist and begins to carry me inside. "Steve..." his eyes narrow at me, brows furrowing, "Captain, what are you doing?" He doesn't answer, and doesn't loosen his grip. He just moves with purpose to our apartment. Once the door is unlocked, he slings the door open and continues carrying me in.
I notice Sam and Nat sitting on the couch browsing online and both give us a confused look. "What the hell?" Sam dramatically asks. Steve continues to carry me until we go through our bedroom door, he slams it closed locking it, and his lips land on mine. Still completely hungry for me. "Princess, you don't realize how much I missed you. How much I missed us." He tells me in between kissing.
He throws me down on the bed, and takes off my panties, I assist and go ahead and remove my dress and bra. He smiles nodding his head, "That's a good girl." I pull him closer by a belt loop, unbuckling his belt. "I need you so much princess." I finally have the belt undone, and he ungracefully pulls his pants and boxer briefs off, I pull at his shirt before he jerks it off himself.
Steve doesn't take his time, just plants himself over me before entering me. I hum at him smiling, "I love you Captain."
"Love you too, princess." He leans in and kisses me again. He pulls up my thigh, gently rubbing his hand over it, and his lips move down to my neck and collar bone, continuing to leave his marks on me. Our sex currently isn't as dominate as earlier, it's sweeter, and I do relish in having Steve sweetly.
He continues pumping into me, while kissing all over my body, leaving his love bites peppered throughout, before he leans back to look over me, "You're absolutely stunning. I almost forgot what you felt like."
"You could never forget, Captain." I wrap my hand around his neck, pulling him down for more kisses. Steve's thrusts speed up, causing us to breathe onto each other more than kiss, he senses me tightening around his cock and pulls back, his blue eyes study my face, never removing his gaze, I gasp out a "Captain," as my brows pull together and crease. He smiles seeing my sweet euphoria that he caused. He pumps into me a bit longer before he himself orgasms. The heat he releases while filling up inside me, making me moan again.
"You could almost go again, just by me filling you up huh?" I smile and nod at him. He gets up, pulling me with him and guides us to the bathroom. He starts the water, waiting for it to get warm, before helping me in. He takes his time letting my hair get wet, before grabbing a bottle of vanilla shampoo and lathering it in my hair. I can't help but want to be close to him, every chance I get I lean my body against his chest. I hear little chuckles rumble up from his chest. My heart feels full.
Once he's done helping me wash and condition my hair, he steps under the water, and lets me actually wash his hair. This is a first. I take my time with him. Running my fingers through his longer hair, even using some in his beard. I giggle a bit at the suds on his face. The sparkle in his eyes is beginning to return. His sudsy face leans down to give me a quick peck. I help him wash his body. I run the wash cloth over him slowly. Tracing the hard lines and valleys of his body. throughout I inadvertently bite my lip and look up at him through my lashes.
His hand comes up to my cheek caressing it sweetly, and then it roams down my neck. Approving of the marks he's left on me. I smack at his chest a bit. "Stop." I laugh out.
Steve turns off the water and slings open the shower curtain, turning my body to look at the mirror while he towers behind me. His hand traces my body, looking at us in the mirror. "Why? Everyone can know you're mine." His hand stops at my hips, at the finger print bruises that Bucky left behind. I see a shift in his eyes before he looks back up at me in the mirror. "And no one can mark up your body but me, unless you have my permission."
"Do we need to talk about this?" He shakes his head no.
"Get out." I comply, stepping out of the bathtub. He pushes me over the sink, planting himself behind me, rubbing on my ass slowly, before leaning back and giving me a smack. "There will be serious consequences if you choose to allow that to happen again." He uses his foot to spread my feet further apart, his hand feeling around, "You are drenched, princess. You like this don't you?"
His dark eyes meet mine in the mirror. I smile, nodding, "Yes, Captain." I utter to his reflection. He places his cock at my entrance, just smiling at me in the mirror. He slowly starts moving it around my clit. I take a deep breath closing my eyes. "Captain, can you please fuck me." He continues to trace his cock on me, his eyes never leave my reflection. He's wanting me to beg for me. "Please Captain. I need you."
Steve aggressively pumps into me; a moan escapes his lips. Being in front of the mirror is an odd and exciting feeling. I don't know what I want to look at more. Steve's face, actually seeing Steve trust into me, or the way my body moves with every movement he makes into me. He notices my eyes roaming around our reflection. "You like watching us, don't you?" My soft moan was enough for him. He speeds up, bringing his mouth to my shoulder, giving it a little bite, before adding more pressure, causing me to gasp.
"Choke me." I tell him, staring at our reflection. His hand comes up to my neck, giving a small squeeze, while his other hand reaches around me, and begins rubbing my clit. My eyes roll back and my breathing turns into pants.
"Look at us princess. You enjoy watching me fuck you." My eyes return to our reflection and he gives me a dark smile, before quickening his thrusts. "You're close, aren't you?"
"Yes." I'm able to whisper out. His grip on my neck tightens.
"Cum for me." I allow myself to release around him, smiling he steadies his thrusts before he releases himself. My eyes are heavy as he looks over our reflection. He watches us as his hand that's on my neck trails down my body. My skin instantly reacts creating chill bumps all over. He leans to my neck, gently kissing me. I hum on him, bringing my hand to run over his still damp hair.
When he pulls out of me and removes his hold, I feel my knees give out. Steve catches me with a chuckle. "I don't find this funny." I tell him. He picks me up bridal style carrying us to the bedroom and helping me get dressed. He gives me a pair of shorts and one of his shirts. "Don't bother with a bra." Then he dresses himself. Sweatpants and a shirt. We lay down on the bed. I snuggle up close to his chest. His arms wrap around me pulling me close. He's exhausted me. And it doesn't take long for me to fall asleep on top of him.
I'm not sure how long we slept, but when I wake Steve is still in a deep slumber. I watch him for a bit, running my hand up and down his abs. While I'm enjoying this moment with Steve, I can't help but drift my thoughts over to Bucky and how everything was peaceful. I should have let Steve know where I was going. I stretch out a bit, realizing the rumble in my stomach. My muscles are sore, and there's a stiffness that expands through my body. Steve is still peacefully sleeping but I smack at his stomach once I realize how tender my entire body is, and it's all his fault. He jumps a bit at the smack looking down at me. "I'm glad you can lay there peaceful Steven. Some of us aren't super soldiers."
He gives me a cheeky grin looking down at me. "What's the matter princess? You a bit sore?" I smack at his stomach again. "Let this be a warning for you, should you choose to disobey again."
"Shut up. I need food. And I would like to see Nat and Sam." I sit up with a wince. Steve quickly sits up quickly wrapping his arm around me and kissing my neck. "Oh no, you're cut off for a while." I smack his hand away from me.
"Not for too long hopefully." He pulls himself off the bed and reaching a hand down to me. I grab it and allow him to help pull me up. I glance in the mirror at my reflection, minus my sun kissed skin I look rough. The hickeys Steve left behind litter all over my skin. I pull my shirt up over my shoulder and see the bite mark with a faint bruise around it. "Sorry princess. I got carried away."
"After I've eaten, we're having a conversation about this." He nods his head. "Um, sir, you will answer with words when I talk to you."
He lets out a sigh. "You're right. A calm conversation. After food."
We walk into the living room and see Sam and Nat lounging on the couch, Nat is leaned up against Sam while his arm lazily lays across her shoulders. They look comfortable. Nat glances over at us and stifles a giggle. I roll my eyes and continue into the kitchen. "You go sit down princess; I'll make you some peanut butter toast." I turn my walk to move to the loveseat and plump down with a wince. Sam and Nat just stare at me.
"Shouldn't have been gone so long Katniss." I shoot Sam an angry stare, and he chuckles again. "So, what exactly was the family emergency?" Nat elbows him.
"Charlie decided to make a visit to Wakanda." Steve answers bringing me a plate of toast and water before sitting beside me. Nat knew exactly where I was, Sam is completely baffled that I had lied to Steve about my whereabouts. "I never got to ask you. How exactly is Bucky?"
I'm slightly annoyed that we're having this conversation in front of our family. "He's doing good. He's adapted to life in Wakanda well. It seems to be peaceful for him. Routine. He's got chores, he has sessions with Shuri. Has a beautiful waterfall he walks to most days to swim and wash off the day." I see Steve's jaw clench. This wasn't the time for this conversation, but he brought it up. Sam shifts on the couch uncomfortably. Nat is enjoying the show.
"So, what all did you guys do when you were there?" Steve asks not turning to look at me.
"Do you really want to know the answer to that?" Steve nods. "I accompanied him throughout his daily routines." That's the most favorable answer.
"Is that all?" Steve finally looks at me. Is he serious right now?
"Steve, don't you think you and Charlie should have this conversation in private?" Sam finally speaks up.
"Yes and no. I think we all should know what Charlie was doing since she lied about her whereabouts."
"Steve, you know exactly what else happened. Judging by Nat and Sam's face they know as well. It's not necessary to continue this conversation. I'm sore, hungry, and wore out. I don't want to continue to harp on this about what I did with Bucky. You and I have made it clear we're not in a relationship. You yourself pushed me to Bucky. You were also the one to lie to me about him being awake, making me look like a fool when I brought it up to him. I'm done." I stand up, grabbing my toast. Steve stands with me. "No, you should stay here. I can't be with you right now." I walk towards our room. closing the door and locking it.
I silently eat my toast, making sure to drink plenty of water, and get an urge to look at the phone T'Challa gave me. There's no need to keep it off or secret from Steve. He knows how I got in touch with T'Challa and Bucky. I never thought Steve would embarrass me like that. And for what? To feed his own ego? I understand he was taken by surprise, but still. That conversation should have been private. When I look at the phone, I see there's several notifications of texts. Quickly I open them, terrified something happened.
But upon reading the messages my heart swells and butterflies fill my stomach.
8:17pm: Hey doll. Shuri taught me how to use this. She felt it would be better for me to have it instead of T'Challa
9:43pm: I miss you, but understand that you had to leave.
10:15pm: I haven't heard from you. I hope I'm not overstepping my boundaries. Is everything okay between you and Steve?
10:23pm: I forgot there's such a thing as a time difference between us. I hope to hear from you soon.
He is the cutest thing. The last message was sent only ten minutes ago.
This will be a nice and easy way to communicate with you. How was your day?
I was beginning to think you being here was a dream. I think the goats miss your conversations with them. They wandered around looking for you.
Is everything okay? I've been worried about you. Does Steve know where you were?
Everything is fine. Just tired. He does...but things will be okay.
He didn't hurt you, did he?
No. I don't want to talk about him. I'm hoping that Bucky doesn't push this. He knows how dominate Steve can be. I just didn't think he would be so jealous.
I hear a knock at the door, and then a jiggle of the handle. "Charlie, can I come in?"
I don't want to look at him at the moment. "Not right now. Steve that was embarrassing. I wanted to talk about everything with you. Not everyone. I just need space." I project my thoughts into him.
"You're not even going to talk to me with words? Just send me what you're feeling?"
"Because you don't listen. At least this way you're listening."
"I'll sleep on the couch tonight." I hear his steps walk away. I huff out a breath and look back at the phone.
I would love if you could visit again. Maybe? In time?
I would love that Bucky. And this time no lies. Bucky and I continue our talking throughout the night until I fall asleep alone. I can't remember the last time that happened. The past couple of years has been a whirlwind.
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Steve's POV:
I walk back to the living room slowly. I hear Charlie on her phone, texting. I shouldn't have done what I did, but something just came over me, and I hurt her. When I slump down on the loveseat, I get a knowing glance from Nat. Sam shifts his eyes towards me trying to conceal his looking.
"Well, that didn't go the way you thought it would huh?" Nat looks at me. I sigh looking up to her, I don't know exactly what I was hoping to accomplish. "You want to talk about it?" I shake my head no. "Then maybe you should listen. All those hickeys over her neck? You marking your territory?"
"She lied. We didn't know where she was. Should I not be upset?"
"She lied to you." Nat responds. I look at her, she knew.
"You knew where she was." I look up at her. Not questioning.
"Yes. She told me T'Challa contacted her. To be fair, I told her she should be honest with you."
I shake my head not really knowing what to say. "She was with him, and I didn't know. He's my best friend and he contacted her to visit him, not me."
"Did you ever think he doesn't want to disappoint you? Bucky has been through a lot. And even you can't deny the calming feeling Charlie radiates towards everyone, more than just her empathy." I nod my head at Nat. She's right. Charlie has this sense of serenity whenever she's around. Everyone falls under whatever spell she releases.
"I don't want to lose her."
"Your actions are pushing her further away. You guys seemed fine coming in here. And you had to open your mouth. It's late, we should get some sleep. And you should allow conversations like that to be private. Things might have gone differently." Nat stands pulling at Sam's hand and tossing me a blanket. I move over to the larger couch and stretch out. I've already spent enough nights without Charlie.
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Charlie's POV:
I jerk awake. Sweat is beaded up around my hairline. This is a new nightmare, I dreamed I lost Steve. I move my hand around the bed to realize he's not there. I almost panic before I remember our fight. I walk out the door and into the living room. Steve's uncomfortably laying on the couch. Even though his large body doesn't appear he's comfortable, his soft snores prove he is at least actually asleep. I lay down beside him, he stirs, and I just snuggle up closer. His snoring hitches before he looks down at me.
"What are you doing in here?" He asks softly.
"I didn't like being away from you. I dreamt I lost you." My hand goes to his beard stroking it gently.
His arm wraps around my waist. "I'm not going anywhere." He kisses my forehead. I shift my weight a bit. We have a perfectly good bed.
"Come on. Let's get in the bed." I pull at his arm and he follows me into the room, removing his pants and shirt before leading us both to the bed. I crawl over to him, snuggling into his chest. He wraps an arm around me.
"Charlie, I'm sorry. I should have never brought that up in front of everyone." He begins rubbing my back. "You know I love you. I know you love Bucky." I begin to say something before Steve places a finger on my lips. "Don't try to deny it. And I'm the biggest person to blame for all of this. I can't say that I want an exclusive relationship with you. I'm sorry that I can't give you what you desire, but what I can say is that I want to be with you. I want you to be honest with me. Even if I don't like it. I don't want to lose you, so I will take you in whatever capacity that I can. I realize now that Bucky was a touchier subject for me than you. Can we agree not to lie to each other anymore?"
I nod my head snuggling tighter against his chest. "T'Challa gave Bucky that phone. He's learned to text me." Steve takes a dep breath. "Are you okay with that?"
"Yes." He nods rubbing my back. "I'm sorry I overreacted. Just don't forget about me."
I roll my eyes. "I thought I told you. I don't want to lose either of you, Captain." Steve gives me a gentle kiss on my forehead and closes his eyes. "Good night. I love you."
"I love you too, princess."