I'm Feelin' Good - Michael Buble

"Are you sure about this?" I asked Steve as we drove to our destination. "I mean I could've just come by myself. I know you have important stuff to do back at headquarters," I stated as I played with the hem of my sundress.

"You're what's important to me," Steve replied as we turned off the main road and onto a trail that hadn't been traveled much. "Are you sure we didn't need to bring anything else though?"

"Caroline said no," I replied as our trail led us through a heavily wooded area.

"Well, I hope you at least brought a change of clothes. Dresses aren't usually for camping," He chuckled, making me roll my eyes at him.

"Do you know where we have to go?" I asked.

"Gibson gave me the coordinates. We're not going to get lost Jolene, I was navigating long before GPS," Steve said before looking over at me with that lopsided grin that always made the butterflies in my stomach flutter a little more rapidly.

"Smartass," I muttered under my breath causing him to cut his eyes back at me.

"I heard that," his deep voice traveled my spine making me shiver slightly. "I should put a bar of soap in your mouth."

"I'd rather have you in my mouth," I blurted out before even realizing I had said it aloud. I could feel the heat creeping up the back of my neck as my embarrassment took over my body. I couldn't even look over at Steve as I sat frozen in my seat, but I could see him in my peripheral, his face as red as mine.

Steve and I had definitely "broken each other in" sexually, but talking dirty outside of the sexual acts wasn't something we had ventured into yet, both of us too old-fashioned for such talk outside of the bedroom. But we had both seemed to be pushing the boundaries that old morals had put in place. My mind slipped back to my birthday, making my blood boil even more as the image of Steve on his knees in front of me, his face pressed against my core, his tongue pressed firmly against my clit as his fingers worked magic inside my core. I stirred in my seat at the memory, my thighs pressing together in an attempt to find some kind of relief. "You okay, Jolene?" Steve's deep voice rang as his hand squeezed my thigh right above my knee and he looked up at me from his position. The mix of the image of him on his knees, his touch, and his deep voice overloaded my senses, making me moan. My eyes popped open as the memory faded and I realized that Steve was actually touching my leg and my moan hadn't been in a daydream but in real life. Steve had stopped the truck, his blue eyes staring at me as my heart raced and my core flooded. "What were you thinking about?" Steve asked as he released my knee and turned in his seat to face me.

"Nothing," I answered as I shook my head and refused to look at him.

"Jolene," Steve said as he shifted in his seat. He leaned over the middle console, placing his hand on my right cheek and turning my head for me to look him in the eye. "What were you thinking about?" His voice softened as his eyes searched mine for an answer.

"The bar," I answered, my eyes locked on his as I felt my cheeks heat, "on my birthday."

"Oh," Steve's ears turned red from my answer, the color traveling down his neck and over his cheeks as well. "I...I don't know why I...I did that," Steve stuttered as he pulled back from me and righted himself in his seat to look out the windshield.

"I'm not complaining about it, Steve," I blurted out. "It was just surprising is all."

"It surprised me too. My mother probably rolled over in her grave. She raised a gentleman and gentlemen don't take advantage of ladies in public places," Steve mumbled. "I just couldn't help myself. I had been thinking of you the whole time I had been gone. I...I had been...doing research," he paused, his cheeks going red as he looked up through his lashes at me. "I just kept thinking of what you had done that first night together...That night in D.C...before we made love for the first time. And I...I just wanted to do something like that for you and...I just had this overwhelming need for you when I finally saw you...I don't know what came over me." Steve was no longer looking at me but looking at his hands as he revealed what had led to that tryst in the back room.

"You're still a good man, Steve. A gentleman. It was a moment of passion. It was a bit surprising, but it was a good surprise. It just means we are getting more comfortable with each other...Kinda like how we are having this open conversation about sex right now," I giggled. "Our relationship is just progressing is all...And if it makes you feel any better, I wanted to rip your clothes off the moment I saw you standing in the middle of that dance floor with that uniform on."

The admission definitely caught Steve's attention and he quickly turned his head to look at me, a grin on his face and looking every bit of the young man he was before the serum. "Noted," he said in that deep voice that sent waves of want through my veins. He was breathtaking as the sun caught his baby blues just right giving them this marbled look. I leaned over the console, taking his face in my hands and placed a tender kiss on his lips before sitting back in my seat and buckling my belt once again.

"We better get going. Caroline will be suspecting we've stopped for a romp in the car if we don't get there soon and I'm not looking forward to playing twenty questions when I get there," I smiled at him.

Steve put the truck back into drive and continued the venture through the woods until it came to a clearing. Wildflowers took place of grass as far as the eye could see and Gib's truck was off in the distance. As we approached I surveyed the area, noting that there was a stream not too far from where we would be camping tonight.

"Finally! I was beginning to think that you guys had gotten lost or pulled over for a quicky," Caroline giggled as she ran over to my side of the vehicle. "So was it a quicky?"

"Can you keep it in your pants for two minutes or do you always think with your vagina?" I asked her as my flesh turned pink.

"Always, now spill it," she continued.

"We didn't do anything, Car," I answered her as I reached to grab my bag out of the back of the truck, but Steve had beaten me to it.

"You guys are no fun. Ever the prudes, you two," she mumbled under her breath. I was forever grateful she hadn't suspected anything had happened at my birthday party at the bar. "Gibson has something to help us have some fun tonight, don't you babe?" she said as she skipped over to Gib sitting on his tailgate sipping on a beer.

"Who said I was sharing?" Gib asked with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Gib!" Car laughed as she swatted him on the shoulder with a playful smile.

"I'm just joking," he replied as he looked up from Caroline to look at us. "What you say us boys get the tents up while you two get some firewood?"

"Hey, I've done well in helping you pitch a tent before," Car giggled as she smacked Gib on the ass before waving me to follow her to the forest line.

"So how have you and Mr. America been doing? I feel like I haven't seen you at all lately except at work," Caroline started our comfortable conversation as we walked to gather wood.

"We've been good. Steve has been looking at getting an apartment and I've been working on...plans," I smiled.

"Plans? What kind of plans? Does it include you shacking up with Mr. Perfect or does it have something to do with a certain someone that is getting married in two weeks?" she asked wiggling her eyebrows.

"The latter," I answered.

"Oh, actually I wanted to talk to you about the bachelorette party. I know you were probably planning something sweet and lowkey but I want to go out with a bang. I was thinking we take a walk on the other side of the tracks," she started making me give her a questioning look. "I want to take a walk on the wild side before I settle down. I mean think about it Joe, I've been doing the same thing for years now. Not that I'm not happy with my life or anything, but I have found my place at a bar that takes me back in time. I love that era, but at the same time...I'm kinda a modern type of girl in the sense of my personality...I just want to have one day where I'm not living in a different era. I wanna do the whole dressing like a sexpot and heels that could possibly break my ankles...Go out drinking at a bar that plays music other than the classics, something I can shake my ass to and let go of all inhibitions for a bit. I wanna have a normal bachelorette party. I want to wake up in the morning having to put the pieces back together as to what happened the night before. I want a Hangover type situation in the morning. I want strippers, the whole nine yards."

"Alright," I said, shaking my head at my better judgment. I knew this was probably going to lead to a shit ton of trouble, but if that's what she wanted, my job as the Maid of Honor was to make that dream come true. "We'll go shopping this coming week for your sexpot outfit," I smiled at her.

"Not just mine. You gotta get one too," she added, making my hair stand up on the back of my neck.

"Car, I'll be fine in one of my dresses. I'll just wear a black one. Everyone likes a little black dress right?" I tried to reason with her.

"But I need you to do this with me, experience this with me, Jolene. Please?" she whined, giving me a sad puppy-dog look and sticking out her bottom lip to pout.

"Fine," I grumbled.

As we walked back to the camping site Steve had both disassembled tents laying on the ground and was helping Gib unload the rest of the supplies he had in the back of his truck.

"You guys haven't gotten those tents up yet?" Caroline asked as we approached.

"We were wanting to get everything out of the trucks first and Gib was just telling me about his job," Steve answered.

"Why don't you go ahead and work on the tents, Steve. I'll get this fire started and help you finish up the tents when I'm done," Gib suggested.

"Sounds good to me," Steve answered as he grabbed the first tent and got to work.

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"Alright Speed Racer, slow it the hell down, you're making me look bad in front of my girl," Gib said as he finished up the fire.

"I'm sorry?" Steve replied even though it sounded as if he was more confused as to why he needed to apologize which made me chuckle to myself as I grabbed my bags and headed for Steve and me's tent.

"Do you even realize you assembled two tents in the time it took me to build this damn fire?" Gib asked as he walked over to grab he and Caroline's bags.

"Were you using rocks and wood?" Steve replied.

"No, a lighter, napkin, grass, and wood," Gib answered as he emerged from their tent.

"Oh," Steve replied as he looked from Gib to both tents and then to the fire.

"In my defense, the grass was slightly wet from the rain yesterday," Gib mumbled.

"I'm not judging," Steve said, putting both hands up in front of him as if he didn't mean to offend Gibson. I couldn't help but chuckle at the two of them as I arranged our tent. "In my defense, I have pitched a tent or two back in my war days," Steve admitted.

"Not from what Joe has told me," Caroline piped up.

"Shut up, Caroline!" I growled out after sticking my head out of the doorway of our tent. Caroline raised her hands in surrender as she gave me a devious smile.

"Hey Steve, Did you know Joe here is an expert at pitching tents?" Car said, not taking her eyes off of me and keeping her hands up in front of her still.

"Really? I thought you said you had never been camping," Steve replied as he looked at me.

I shuffled past Caroline, heading to Steve's truck to grab two blankets. "Would you please shut up," I whispered in her ear as I walked by. "I haven't," I replied to Steve as I opened the door to the backseat of the cab.

"Then when have you ever pitched a tent before?" Steve asked, oblivious to the sexual meaning.

"Oh My God, Caroline I am going to murder you!" I shouted out at Car.

"What?" Car asked as she laughed hysterically.

"Steve, just ignore her," I told him as I began laying out the blankets on the ground for us to sit on.

"But I wanna see you put a tent up," Steve kept on.

"I'm sure she will later. I'm sure she'll even help you with the wood," Caroline laughed before giving a high five to Gibson.

"Am I missing something here?" Steve asked, an aggravated look on his face.

"Urban Dictionary, Steve," I said and Steve quickly pulled his phone from his pocket. After a few moments Steve's face turned a bright red and I shook my head at Caroline before giving her the death glare, "Why don't we get started on dinner?"

"I've already got it ready to go," Steve replied as he walked over to his truck, dropping the tailgate, and pulling out a cooler. "I've got the grate to go over the fire too."

"Fucking Boy Scout," Gibson mumbled under his breath as he hopped up from the tailgate of his truck to walk over to Steve.

"Eagle," Steve replied without missing a beat. If he hadn't been a super-soldier, I would've wondered how in the hell he heard Gib from so far away.

"What?" Gibson asked in complete shock.

"I was an Eagle Scout," Steve answered as he sat the cooler down next to the fire.

"Of-fucking-course," Gib snorts as he pats Steve on the back.

Gib and Steve worked on cooking the hamburgers, bonding over motorcycles and Steve's old war stories. I was glad things were going well between the two of them. I was sure being around Tony all the time prepared Steve for Gibson's teasing sense of humor and had created such a comfort between the two of them.

"I should murder you in your sleep tonight," I said to Car as she helped me get the condiments and buns ready for our dinner.

"I'm just having some fun here," Caroline replied as she shrugged her shoulders. "Plus, you think Mr. Perfect is going to let you commit murder?"

"Fun at Steve's expense," I replied, giving her the stink eye.

"How was I supposed to know he didn't know what I meant? I figured Mr. DickPic is getting up to date on shit, he oughta know the double ontondra," Caroline replied. "I'll stop, I promise."

"Thank you," I said to her as we looked over at Steve and Gib bonding while they cooked dinner.

"Dinner's done," Gib said as he pulled the hamburgers off of the fire and placed them on the plate that Steve was holding. We ate in silence and watched as the sun set, decorating the sky in orange, yellow, purple, and pink. "You drink shine, Steve?"

"Moonshine?" Steve replies.

"You know what that is?" Caroline said in shock which resulted in a slug to her shoulder from me. "What? I'm honestly curious."

"I lived through the bootlegging era. I know what moonshine is," Steve chuckled. "But to answer your question, Gibson, I have drank it before but.."

"Good, because I've got the good stuff," Gib interrupted Steve. "I mean I may potentially have some good stuff...that is if you aren't going to go all superhero on me and kick my ass for breaking the law."

"I'm off duty," Steve smiled before looking at me and shrugging his shoulders. I knew what Steve was going to get at. The serum had made it impossible for him to get drunk anymore. The reason he was in such great shape, only one percent body fat to be exact, was the simple fact that his metabolism ran at a rate much faster than a normal human being. Sure, Steve worked out, but that had nothing to do with his strength, stamina, or even to burn calories. Working out for him gave him the opportunity to think about things or burn off stress. But this was all things that I had found out straight from the horse's mouth.

"Alright, well since we've got that out of the way, how about a shot!" Gibson says as he hops up from the blanket he was sitting on with Caroline and heads for the back of his truck. Gibson comes back with four mason jars full of an amber colored liquid and sits one down in front of each of us.

"I don't know if I can handle this," I piped up after taking off the lid and giving it a whiff.

"Oh, come on! This shit's better than your other man Jack Daniels. Just give it a sip," Gib replied as he removed the lid from his jar. "To friends," he toasted, raising his glass with a nod of his head. We all repeated his toast before taking a drink.

The liquid was warm, making me want to gag before I could even begin to process the taste of the alcohol. It burned every crevice of my mouth before I could even swallow it. This stuff was as potent as it could come, but the after taste wasn't as bad as the initial. "Apple Pie?" I asked after letting out the breath I was holding in.

"Only the best," Gib replied.

"This is the best shine I've ever tasted," Steve commented and I could feel the warmth in my body spread as the alcohol got into my system and knew that I'd have to monitor myself closely or I'd be getting sloppily drunk tonight.

Caroline and I cleaned up everything from dinner, placing the leftovers in Steve's cooler. The sun had finally set and we all sat around talking about the wedding and a few of Steve's missions. "So who's ready to liven this party up?" Caroline asked with a twinkle in her eye which always meant that she was thinking of something devious. "How about we play Truth, Dare, Shot?"

"Oh, this sounds like fun," Gib said before taking a sip of his shine.

"Ok, I'll go first," I volunteer, in hopes that I'll go last since I'm the one starting. "Gibson, truth, dare, or shot?"

"Dare" Gib replies without missing a beat.

"I dare you to skinny dip in that creek over there," I say with a smile.

"No problem," Gib says as he stands up and turns to walk off.

"Oh no, you have to streak there and back," I add with a giggle. Gib shrugged before stripping down to his birthday suit and taking off like a bat out of hell. It was a cool night, meaning the creek water was probably a little on the chilly side, and my suspicion was only validated as Gib let out a shriek. We all burst out with laughter and Gib came running back, soaked from head to toe, holding his privates in his hands and cursing my name. He grabbed his clothes before running behind his truck and getting dressed.

"I was not expecting the water to be that damn cold!" Gib exclaimed as he sat down after getting dressed. "It's my turn now, right?" he asked as he held out his hands towards the fire for warmth. "Hmmmm, Steve! Truth, Dare, or Shot?"

"Shot," Steve answered without a hesitation. He took a huge gulp of his moonshine, only wincing slightly at the afterburn before looking over at me with a devious smile.

"You know that's not fair," I whispered to him, knowing full well he couldn't get drunk.

"Caroline," Steve voice came out strong as he announced who he was picking for his turn.

"Dare," she answered before he could even ask.

"I dare you to post a picture of your tush to your snapchat story," Steve said with a smile, like he had just gotten her good.

"Easy," she scoffed, "What you don't know is the only people I have on my Snap are Gib and your girlfriend."

"Yeah, but your story is public," Steve replied making Car's eyes go wide.

"Damnit," she mumbled under her breath before getting up and giving her phone to Gib to take the shot. She stood in front of the fire, lifting her skirt and pushing her underwear down below her ass. She knew what she was doing because she knew that her ass would only be a shadow since the fire was so bright behind her. She looked over at me after posting it to her story and I gave her a thumbs up, hoping my lack of throwing her under the bus would save me from being in her line of fire. "Jolene," she said with a smile while I cursed under my breath. My plan hadn't worked so well and here I was on the chopping block. "Truth, Dare, or Shot?"

I hesitated, knowing if I picked truth she was more than likely going to throw me under the bus with something to embarrass myself in front of Steve. Dare was completely out of the question because Caroline was ruthless when it came to challenging someone. I looked down at the bottle of moonshine in my hands and then over at Steve. He moved his head slightly, telling me not to do it and I knew he was right, if I chickened out first round and picked shot, I'd be picking shot the rest of the night because the next round of options would be even more harsh truths and dares. "Truth," I let out in a sigh.

"Have you ever been arrested?" Car asks with a devious look on her face. That bitch!

I give her a 'I'm going to kill you in your sleep' look before answering her, "Yes."

"Oh damn! Didn't peg you for a felon, Smith!" Gib laughs. "I've gotta know the backstory to this one!"

"Yeah, tell me how did that happen," Steve agrees with Gibson.

I roll my eyes, dreading having to explain this in front of Steve. "I got busted for indecent exposure."

"What?!" Gib exclaims with a hearty laugh.

"Indecent huh? How indecent?" Steve asks with a raised eyebrow.

"Completely naked," Caroline pipes up. "She got caught having sex in the backseat of her college boyfriend's car." I could feel my blood boiling and not in a good way as my cheeks heat with embarrassment. "I've even got the mugshot to prove it," she adds as she begins tapping on the screen of her phone.

"Caroline, I don't think that's necessary," I mumble.

"Oh, come on! Let's see it, Darlin," Gibson says as he reaches for Car's phone and begins laughing hysterically before passing it to Steve.

"You look so young," Steve says as he looks up from the phone at me.

"I was 18," I answer, rubbing the back of my neck to relieve some of the tension there.

"Joe's 'Freshman Fifteen' wasn't pounds gained, it was minutes spent in the slammer," Caroline says before busting out in a fit of giggles.

"Caroline, Truth, Dare, or Shot," I growl.

"Truth," she answers with a cock of her eyebrow, "Bring it!"

"What are your nick names for Steve?" I ask, knowing full well, this will embarrass her not only in front of Steve, but also in front of Gibson.

"I don't know what you are talking about," she says non-chalantly before cutting her eyes at Gibson and then back at me.

I give her a shoulder shrug before saying, "Oh sure you do."

"Fine," she huffs before listing them all, "Prince Charming, Mr. Perfect, Chiseled God, Perfect Pecks, Baby got Back, Captain Huge Cock, and Dick Pic...That's all I've got right now."

"Dick Pic?" Gibson asked with a puzzled expression on his face, "He sent you dick pics?" Gib gave Steve a nasty look and Steve held his hands up in front of him in surrender.

"No, he sent them to Joe while I was with her," Caroline answered Gibson.

Steve gave me a look, his brows furrowed together like he was angry I showed Caroline. "I didn't show her! You know how nosey she is!"

"I only got a glimpse," Caroline said to defend me. "And she's right, I'm kinda nosey like that," she said with a laugh. "Back to more pressing business, Joe," she said as she gave me a death glare.

"Shot," I answered her before she could even ask. I grabbed the bottle of moonshine, taking a huge swig of the burning liquid quickly before I could change my mind. I knew the burn was a better option than having to deal with the wrath of revenge that Caroline would put me through if I picked Truth or Dare.

"Pussy," she grumbled, knowing I was taking the easy way out.

"Gibson, what do you choose?" I choked out as I searched for some kind of chaser to get rid of the burn in my mouth.

"Dare," he answered, puffing his chest out like he was the strongest, or bravest, person in the world.

"Shotgun 2 beers," I said, knowing it was a weak request but feeling too fuzzy-headed to think of something else.

"Sounds like a great idea!" Gib said as he grabbed two cans of beer from the cooler. He sat down, pulling his pocket knife from his pocket and getting to work at the task at hand. He downed the first one without wasting a drop but you could tell he was needing to burp as he choked down the second. After finishing the second one he let out a roaring belch before wiping his face with his shirt. "Excuse the fuck out of me," he said with a chuckle. "Alright, Captain Huge Cock, whatcha gonna choose?"

"Shot," Steve replied without hesitating, his cheeks flushing slightly.

"How are you even functioning man?" Gibson slurred. "Naw man, take two. You can't be getting off that easy!" You could tell Gib was not only a little frustrated with Steve's lack of drunkness but also because Gib was getting wasted and he was the only one drunk at this point. "Take two! Take two! Take two!" Gib starting chanting.

"Ok, Gib. I think that's enough," Caroline said patting Gib's back.

"No, I want Stevie boy to take two shots," Gib shouted angrily.

"Come on, honey. I think it's time we head to bed," Car said, trying to defuse the situation.

"No, I wanna know why Mr. Perfect isn't drunk yet. He's drank half a damn bottle of shine all on his own," Gib said as he started to calm down.

"He can't get drunk," I mumbled out while Steve polished off the rest of the bottle he had in his hands.

"She's right. Stuff is delicious though," Steve said with a grin.

"Can't get drunk, how?" Gib asked, a confused look etched over his features.

"After the serum my metabolism runs at such a high rate that it burns off the alcohol so fast I can't get drunk anymore. Only thing that's lasted at all has been the stuff Thor has," Steve replied.

"More potent than shine?" Gib was curious now.

"Much more," I answered him. "I only had two sips of the stuff and don't remember anything after that."

"Well, damn," Gib breathed out in complete shock.

"Honestly, I was surprised she lived through it," Steve chuckled.

"You and me both," I snorted before looking over at Steve and locking eyes with him. I didn't know if it was the alcohol, the look Steve had in his eyes, or both, but my stomach was full of butterflies and I couldn't look away from him.

"Jolene," Steve's deep voice sent chills through every nerve ending of my body.

"Steve," I breathed out in response.

"What do you chose?" he asked.

"You." The word slipped through my lips, my mind not even functioning or understanding what he was asking me but my body knowing exactly what it wanted.

Steve's lopsided grin graced his face, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink as he shook his head. "Truth, Dare, or Shot?" he asked after he looked down at his hands and looked up at me through his lashes.

"Truth," I answered quickly. He could have asked me anything in that moment and I would've blurted it out immediately. My filter and mind had momentarily went on vacation and to me it felt as if we were all alone out here in this meadow, heart to heart and soul to soul.

"When...I mean if I...Ummmm...How would you want me to...Would you want me to...How would you want someone to...Ummmm," Steve stumbled through his words, almost unsure of what he was asking. The small boy from the picture took over the place of that big body that sat in front of me now, his eyes now looking at his hands as he rubbed his fingers between one another and mulled over what exactly he wanted to say. "What's your dream proposal?" he nearly blurted out in a rush.

It took me a moment to replay the words in my mind, processing exactly what he was asking me. Caroline was looking at me with her jaw slacked as my mind raced with words to formulate an answer. I had thought of these kinda of scenarios thousands of times throughout my life and yet somehow when asked about it by Steve my brain had just drawn a blank.

"You don't have to answer that if you don't wanna. I mean it was...I just didn't know what else...ummm, Lets just pretend I didn't ask," Steve stuttered out.

"It'd be just the two of us," I started and Steve's eyes practically lit up with fireworks as he actively listened to every word that made it past my lips. "Somewhere that means something special to just us. It doesn't need to be over the top, something simple and heartfelt. The place your first realized you loved me," I spoke softly as I lost myself in his gaze. "Almost like reliving that moment all over again, just the two of us."

"Noted," Steve mumbled under his breath as he finally released the air in his lungs that he had been holding while I was speaking. It was at this moment that I realized Gibson and Caroline had disappeared and Steve and I were sitting alone.

"Steve," I whispered and Steve stood without another word of prompting, holding his hand out to me and escorting me back to our tent.

The air felt thick as he zipped the tent up behind him and I sat patiently waiting on our couple's sleeping bag. I had been prepared for him to kiss me, pour himself into me and show me all of his love after the emotionally driven question he had asked. But he stayed there, facing the door of the tent, on his knees, and his back to me. I didn't know if he was thinking of what he wanted his next move to be or if I had scared him with my answer. Fear took me as I contemplated the chance that he may possibly be thinking of running right here and now. "Steve," I whispered out, hoping it would break him from whatever trance he was in. He turned his head to the side, his profile the only thing I could see, but he didn't say a word. I walked on my knees towards him, aching to close the distance between us and feel his body against mine. "Everything ok?" I asked softly as I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him from behind. He nodded his head to answer without words and it was hard to contain the happiness. He wasn't thinking of running and that was the only thing that could've ruined the moment right now. "Are you going to make love to me now?" I asked shyly as I let my hands roam the expanse of his stomach through his thin shirt. My hands moved slowly as one hand began to descend his stomach and head for the waistband of his jeans. Just as I was about to arrive at my destination Steve's hand was gripping my wrist and my blood went cold. He didn't want me.

"Listen," Steve's voice was almost demanding and I did as he had requested. My ears strained to find what he was hearing, but past the sound of the creek off in the distance and the crickets singing their nightly song, I could make out the quiet sound of a moan, followed by an even deeper one.

"Oh gross," I spat out as I realized who exactly those moans belonged to. "Have you been listening to them this whole time?" I asked as I tried to pull myself from him.

"I can't turn off the serum's effect on my hearing, Jolene," Steve replied sarcastically. I tried again, tugging on my arm he had a grip on but Steve was still not releasing my wrist. "Come on," Steve instructed as he unzipped the tent with his free hand. He practically dragged me out of the tent, pausing only for a moment so I could find my feet after crawling out. After allowing me to stand up straight he slid his hand from my wrist to my hand, entwining our fingers before he took of in a light jog, me following him as he led us far out into the meadow.

He slowed after running for a short period, our campsite at a far away distance. He stood there for a moment, focusing only for a second before releasing my hand, "We're safe now," he stated and I realized he was trying to see if he was at a good enough distance away from our love-making friends. He smiled down at me lifting a hand to cup my cheek and reaching behind his back with his other. I closed my eyes, nuzzling into his palm, feeling the static electricity of his touch roam through the rest of my body. I opened my eyes when he dropped his hand from my face, looking for where his touch had gone, only to find he had pulled his cell phone from his back pocket. He fiddled with it before Norah Jones' voice filled the air between us, singing of coming away with her into the night. "Dance with me?" Steve asked as he shoved the phone back into his back pocket, the music still filling the still night. I gave him a smile and he wrapped his arm around my back, his hand pressing on my lower back to bring our bodies close to one another. I couldn't wipe the smile off my face even if I tried at that moment, looking up at my gorgeous man as the moonlight illuminated his sharp features. I rested my head on his chest as we swayed to the music. This moment was nothing short of something you would see in the movies and my heart nearly skipped a beat as I wondered to myself what I had done to deserve this man who was beyond exquisite. He held me close as we danced there under the moon, in the middle of a meadow, swaying to the music.

The soothing sound of Michael Buble's voice came on next. Michael sang of birds, breezes, and about feeling good before the music came to life with a slow but steady beat that accompanied the horns well. As my head rested on his chest I was surprised when I heard Steve began to hum with the crooner. The music intensified, the dramatic horns and staccato beat giving off a sexy feeling which brought to life my inner burlesque goddess. I pressed my hips against him, making sure to rock them just right to the music before turning in his arms and pressing my back against his front. I wrapped his arms around me, his hands placed under mine so I could control where he touched. My hips swayed, my ass pressing back into his groin as I wiggled it slightly. I navigated his hands, one down between my hip and lower belly, the other trailing up over my stomach and breasts until he reached my neck. I squeezed his hand around my neck before pressing it lower to rest on my breastplate. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck as he rocked his hips towards me between sways. This was hot! I felt like a sexy minx, seducing my man until he crumbled like sand between my fingers. I was going to have him tonight, Gib and Car and their loud romp be damned. I could feel Steve hardening against my backside and my saucy inner goddess was loving this whole ordeal. Steve pulled his hand out from under mine, moving my hair and placing light kisses over my shoulder. His lips trailed up the side of my neck, kissing and nipping at my sensitive skin, causing my skin to prickle with goosebumps all over my body. I reached up, cradling the back of his head as he softly assaulted my neck and sent chills through my body.

Steve took control of the situation as soon as the song finished, grabbing my hips and spinning me around to face him. His lips were on mine with a quickness than nearly made me dizzy. His tongue invaded my mouth with domenace that had my inner minx doing cartwheels of joy. His hands were cupping my jaw, all of his passion being poured into every move of his tongue against mine and it was so overwhelming I was becoming lightheaded, but that could've been because I was starving for oxygen as well. As if on queue, his lips left mine, his mouth trailing down the front of my neck as his fingers teased the neckline of my dress. He pulled his mouth away from my skin as his fingers slipped under the hem of my neckline before meeting in the middle. His eyes met mine, his pupils blown and his gaze so intense it felt like it might burn right through me. Then in a split second my dress was ripped down the front. "Now you owe me a dress and a pair of panties," I breathed out, my chest heaving for oxygen.

"Put it on my tab," he smiled as he stood up straight, pushing the material of the sleeves down my arms. The cool air chilled my naked skin as I stood there in a underwear set I had gotten during my shopping spree on my birthday. Steve's hands ghosted over my curves before landing on my ass and giving it a squeeze. "You're so beautiful," he whispered before dipping his head down to softly kiss my lips. I cupped his sharp jaw in my hands as our kiss slowly intensified, parting our lips only briefly for me to laugh when his hands tickled the back of my thighs before grabbing them and hoisting me up to wrap my legs around his waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck, our kiss slowing down from a heavy makeout to a sensual tease as I ground my hips into his. Steve growled into my mouth, his teeth skimming my bottom lip as I pulled away to place kisses on his neck. Steve's breathing was heavy and I could feel his erection straining against his jeans as I rubbed my core over him repeatedly. Steve stretched his neck out for me, tilting his head back and humming out his appreciation of my love. I nipped at his collarbone, soothing the area with my tongue after and that small action catapulted Steve into action. In one smooth motion he knelt to the ground, placing me on my back on my ripped dress.

His hands were on me, gripping my breasts in his hands over my bra before making a reach for the middle of it. My hands gripped his wrists, knowing what he was intending to do, "Please don't, I like this set." Steve gave me a crooked smirk before sliding a hand under me and undoing my bra with a snap of his fingers. His other hand had made it's way to down my body, cupping my sex through the lace of my panties. He moved his fingers against me as he pulled the bra off of me, his mouth immediately latching onto one of my nipples and tugging it with his teeth. I wreathed under his attention to my body but stilled when his fingers pushed the lace to the side and found my core. The tips of his fingers teased my opening, dipping in slightly and disappearing as he pushed the heel of his palm into my clit. The sensations were so different, keeping my orgasm from building too much. It was if he was making my body play a song, only letting the song build slightly before moving onto the next verse, leaving me begging for the climactic chorus. His mouth traveled over the expanse of my stomach until reaching the waistband of my underwear.

Steve sat up on his heels his hand moving from my core and making me groan in aggravation. "Patience," his deep voice rumbled, making my core clench. "I wanna take my time with you tonight," he added, the moon twinkling in his eyes as they softened and the boy Steve had been before the serum came to the frontlines. As Steve and I had gotten more acquainted in the bedroom I had realized that although Steve's birthday had made him a Cancer sign, the serum had most definitely made him a Gemini. Steve had two sides to him at all times, most only seen Steve Rogers - The Man with a Plan. That Steve was decisive, confident, stern, calm, and dominant and all of those characteristics were used during sex. When that side of Steve was ready to play I knew I was in for a long journey, but fun, to my orgasm. The other Steve Rogers was the tiny guy that still lived within the post-serum appearance. That Steve, my Steve, was timid, old-fashioned, self conscience, and submissive. That version of Steve was more tender in the bedroom, less play and more love. Both versions came out in the bedroom, sometimes one at a time and sometimes at the same time. This was one of those times where both came out to play.

Steve leaned forward, his fingers playing with the waistband of my underwear, pulling on it before letting it go and making it snap back against my skin with a sting. He licked his lips, gently grabbing the lace at my hips and pulling the offending material down my legs before setting them off to the side with my bra. He sat back up, looking over me and licking his lips. "You're beautiful," he said, moistening his lips with his tongue before shuffling backwards on his knees. He laid down on the ground between my legs, his breath fanning over the apex of my thighs. He kissed one thigh and then the other before kissing the top of my mound and looking up at me. I anticipated his next move, wondering if he would pleasure me with his hands or his tongue and that answer came quickly as his tongue found it's way between my folds. The tip of his tongue barely touched my clit, making me buck involuntarily in search for more. Steve wrapped his muscular arm around my hip, holding me in place as he used his other hand to spread me open. He dipped a finger inside me before adding a second one, Steve watching himself as he worked me near the edge once more. I could feel my walls tightening and I knew he must have felt it too because he frustratingly pulled his digits from my core, using his wet fingers to spread me open once more. His tongue lapped at me before he latched his lips around my sensitive bud and I could feel the impending explosion on the horizon. I grabbed Steve's hair in my hands as his mouth worked magic on my sex. Steve moaned as my fingers pulled on his hair and my nails dug into his scalp lightly. The moan ran it's course through my body pushing me that much closer to the edge. Steve dipped a finger into me, curling it up to hit that spot inside me that made me come with such force I felt like my nerve ends were shooting out of my skin and I couldn't help quiet the moan I let out. I quaked around his finger and Steve lapped up all I had to give, his finger still rubbing that spot and making my orgasm last what felt like forever.

Steve sat up on an elbow, wiping his chin with his hand as he looked up my body at me. "God, you are beautiful when you come undone," Steve said as he crawled up my body and planted himself next to me. "The wholesome part of me hopes that our campmates didn't hear you howling at the moon. But then part of me says that would only be karma," Steve said making us both chuckle.

"Will it always be like this?" I wondered aloud as we both lay on our backs in the grass and gazed up at the stars.

"Like what?" Steve said turning onto his side and resting his chin on his hand.

"Like some kind of fairytale or movie," I replied looking over at him.

"Are you calling me Prince Charming now?" Steve joked, remembering that as one of his nicknames from Caroline.

"Well, if the shoe fits, Cinderella," I smiled, which earned a laugh from Steve. "No but seriously, I feel like I'm forever on cloud nine with you. Yes, there may have been a bump in the road or two but then we keep having these breathtaking moments like this, right now, and I almost want to pinch myself because it all seems like it's too good to be true."

"Jolene, you deserve nothing short of a fairytale," Steve said, his voice that deep quiet whisper that made my stomach do somersaults. "I will do my best to make sure that moments like this always happen for us. I know I've said it before but I'll say it again. You are the second chance at a normal life that I doubted I would ever get. I doubted I'd ever be able to find someone who would be able to love me like you do. And now that I've found you, there is nothing I wouldn't do for you."

I reached up putting my hand behind his head and pulling him down to my lips for a kiss. "I love you, Steve," I breathed against his lips.

"You are everything to me, Jolene," he replied before moving quickly to cover my body with his own.

"One of us is still way too clothed," I stated, making Steve sit back and reach behind his head pulling at his shirt to remove it. He was quick, throwing his shirt to the side and returning to his previous position to hover over me. With a hand in my hair and the other on my hip he pressed himself between my legs, his erection still straining against the offensive jeans he still had on. He bucked his hips a few times, the fabric of his jeans nearly chaffing my skin. I reached down grabbing his dick in my hand and giving it a squeeze through his jeans. He pulled his hips back allowing me to unfasten his jeans and push them down over his ass along with his boxer-breifs.

"Don't," he muttered under his breath as I reached for his unsheathed cock. I dropped my hand to my thigh, looking up at him in alarm. "I'll burst if you touch me," he confessed and I gave him a nod of understanding. He reached behind him in his pocket to retrieve the condom that had been waiting in his wallet. "Knew it'd be handy having one of these on me when we're together," he smirked before ripping the packet open with his teeth. He sat back on his feet as he put the condom on before dropping himself down on top of me once more. He wrapped an arm around me before rolling onto his back so that I was on top of him. . Without words I raised before making my slow decent on his length. We both moaned as I seated myself completely onto him, feeling his dick jolt inside me as we both revelled in the feel of being one with each other. Steve's hands were on my hips bringing back to the moment and my eyes locked on his as I began to rock my hips against him. I loved this position and I was starting to suspect that Steve did as well. It allowed him so much deeper into me, his long, hard length reaching areas that only he had ever reached within me. . I rocked against him before lifting myself off of him slightly and slowly sliding back down on him. Steve bucked up into me, topping me from the bottom and causing me to bounce on him forcefully. It was a delicious feeling, riding his dick while he bucked like a bronco beneath me. His eyes were wild as his hands gripped my hips harder pulling me down to meet his thrusts up into him with such force it had me seeing stars. Seeing stars while I made love with the Star-Spangled Man, I thought and couldn't help the moany chuckle. "Are you laughing?" Steve asked, stilling his movements as he sat up so we were face to face.

"What?" I breathed, trying to hide the smile that was trying to bring itself forth.

"You did this moan but it was a giggle," he paused. "What's so funny?" he nearly growled and gave me a wicked grin. Oh, Playful Steve was making an appearance. He flipped me onto my back without removing himself from me, "I feel nothing funny...here," he said, thrusting into me hard when he said 'here'.

"Oh yes...yes, Steve," I moaned loudly.

"Yes, what Jolene?" Steve asked as he pounded into me again and again.

"You feel...you feel," I panted as I rocked my hips up to meet his.

"Say it," he demanded and his forcefulness was completely new and it had me on edge in such a good way.

"Fuck," I moaned out as I was torn apart at the seams with the orgasm that shook through my body.

"That dirty mouth," he growled out as he pounded into me in search of his own release. "Jolene," he moaned out as he grounded himself into me to the root and came.

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"Sounded like you had a good night," Car said as we packed up the vehicles.

"I have no idea what you are talking about," I replied, turning away from here to hide the blush in my cheeks.

"Well, I know it wasn't coyotes howling at the moon last night. You know, since coyotes can't cuss," she laughed.

"Fuck off," I retorted, throwing a hand over my mouth quickly.

"Oooooh, I may just corrupt you yet," Caroline chuckled before bumping her shoulder against mine.