Figure Drawing Melifair

Chapter 6

Notes: OMG Its been so long since I've updated! I know. And I'm sorry. Life and my own issues with confidence have made it difficult for me to continue. It's not that I didn't want to finish, I just either had no time, or when I did have the time I didn't believe in myself. As such, there's probably a noticable difference in tone from the first chapter to this one. And part of that is my writing I feel has evolved since I began this story, and part of that is just the natural progression of the story as well. Lastly, and most importantly, I must thank LJ and Em (pandolfo-malatesta and Jadziabear) for helping me whip this chapter into shape. Literally 5 rough drafts. Thank you everyone for sticking with my story and with me through all my insecurities. I hope I've been able to share something with you that you enjoy :) —

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The night wasn't even close to being over. Not by a long shot. Not with the very naked and very satisfied super soldier in her bed sprawled languidly beneath her with a big, goofy grin on his face. A grin that she was responsible for and pretty damn proud of, considering all the expressions that led up to it.

Just thinking of his face as he groaned out his orgasm sent a jolt of heat low in Darcy's belly that stoked her own arousal. He may have gotten her off with his fingers before she found herself caught in the heat of the moment with his dick in her mouth - something she'd never done before with anyone - but now she was ready for more and by the feel of it, he was too, even though in the back of her mind she absently thought it was kind of quick for him to be ready to go again. Nevertheless, she rolled her hips, enjoying the pressure the movement caused between her thighs.

He gave a low groan as his member twitched and strained against the friction of her body. Of course that only encouraged her to wiggle more enthusiastically before sitting up to straddle him while tracing the foil packet lightly down his chest and over his abdomen. He bucked his hips at the sensation and caught her hand just as she began to tickle a path below his navel.

"Darcy..." His voice was husky and he laced his fingers with hers around the condom. "...I better suit up."

She couldn't help but grin. "Want some help?"

That got a chuckle out of him.

"I think I can handle it..." he started to say before confessing when she raised a brow at him. "The army back then, they, uh...also recruited Cap for...prophylactic advertising."

"Prophylactic advertising?"

Steve nodded, a little pink in the face. "Ads for the soldiers. I got a lot of 'em for free too. Guess they thought I'd need 'em. I gave most of them to Bucky."

"Most, but not all?" she hedged with a mischievous grin.

"I was curious."

She tried, albeit unsuccessfully, to stifle her amusement at Steve's admission to playing with free condoms in his spare time - and as endearing the thought was, it was also pretty damn hot. It was also very distracting, which Steve used to his advantage, and in the next moment she was on her back with his solid weight settled on top of her, being kissed breathless.

After their lips parted, she met his gaze and they shared a brief moment in silence, apart from their breathing. His eyes were intense with a mixture of nerves, excitement, and readiness but he still paused, searching her expression for any sign of reservation. But she had none, even though she was her own bundle of nerves, excitement, and readiness because this was it. It wasn't like she was planning on any of this happening. She and Steve just started out as friends; an intimate relationship wasn't even on the map. And if she had to be completely honest with herself, she couldn't deny the crush she had even back then. What they had between them was something that evolved, making it all the more significant. And now that they were at the cusp she could see the want in his eyes, and she tried to make her own want very clear in her expression when she pushed him up slightly and wrapped her fingers around his cock as he shifted to kneel between her legs.

She secretly thrilled at the way his breath hitched and his body trembled after only a few teasing strokes. To the point that he fumbled a bit with the packet, his face flushing at his clumsiness, so she moved her hands to his thighs once it was clear her ministrations were the cause of his momentary distraction. She didn't massage, though, just let her palms rest with reassuring warmth as he tentatively rolled the condom down his length, leaving her to muse with appreciation on his wartime curiosity.

Their eyes met again and she smiled up at him, pulling him down for a kiss to ease any last-minute jitters. Though she'd be kidding herself to deny that the kiss was as much for her as it was for him, seeing as they were both so wound up. And the minute their lips met, she felt the tightness of apprehension ease from his body as he melted into the kiss and settled between her parted thighs.

He delved a hand into her hair as his kiss grew hungrier, and rolled his hips, rubbing his hardness sensuously along her ready sex. And holy shit, she didn't even care that he was already sheathed in a layer of latex, because every glide he made against her over-sensitized bundle of nerves, caused delightful jolts of pleasure to shoot through her body and her inner muscles to involuntarily contract in want of being filled by that same hardness.

"Steve..." She broke their kiss with a moan, only to gasp as his other hand trailed over her body to cup her breast, his thumb tracing lightly over its peak.

"Ready?" he questioned, and she couldn't help the shaky laugh that escaped her mouth as he continued to tease her nipple.

"Isn't that supposed to be my line?" she admonished, earning one of his trademark grins.

He didn't say anything else, though, just leaned down once more to brush his lips against hers. As blissfully distracting as it was, she took that opportunity to smooth her hand down between her torso and his and guide his cock where her body craved it most. And in those next moments, all her awareness centered on the feeling of him as he pushed forward, the insistent pressure and satisfying stretch she felt as he pressed deeper still.

She wasn't sure how she was able to focus beyond the sensation of him finally seated within her, but when she did, his face was a symphony of unrepentant ecstasy - eyes shut of their own accord and mouth opened to let out a groan that was only delayed by the breath he involuntarily withheld as he was clearly just as overwrought at the sensation of being inside her. The sight aroused her more than she already was - which didn't seem possible- but nevertheless didn't stop her from giving him an eager and encouraging roll of her hips.

"F-fuck...Darcy..." He barely managed the words as his eyes snapped open and locked on hers.

Her hands found his hair, though not before roving over taut biceps braced on either side of her, and gripped the uncharacteristically unruly locks.

"It's even more awesome if we move," she said with an encouraging smile, regardless of how dorky she sounded. Truth be told, she didn't really care if it sounded idiotic, and thankfully neither did Steve. And when he finally did move - pulling back experimentally before giving a carefully calculated thrust back in - she would gladly sound like an idiot a thousand times over if it felt like that every time.

"How's that?" he asked rather breathlessly, with a slightly cheeky grin that was quite at odds with the flush that colored his skin.

"Good..." she admitted around a puff of her own breathless laughter, "but more."

The grin he sported faded into something more serious as he wordlessly repeated the motion. At first tentatively - as if committing every tiny reaction and sensation to memory - and then again and again with increasing vigor as he found rhythm. A rhythm that quickly faltered whenever she braced her heels against the bed to meet his thrust, her body clenching around him every time his pelvis would grind at just the right angle against hers.

"Shit..." He cursed freely at the loss of pace and dropped his forehead to press against hers.

"Don't worry, it's okay." She smiled softly at him as her hands caressed soothingly down his back and lightly over his backside. His face was flushed and his brows were furrowed in concentration - or some failing attempt at self-control - until she gave his ass a squeeze, igniting his need once more, and he exhaled a strangled moan as his hips surged forward.

It wouldn't have surprised her if he'd come just then, and maybe he did. He was genetically enhanced after all. He'd also been very ready for more sexy fun times right after a pretty wrecking blowjob earlier. If that was the case, then holy shit. She could only imagine the possibilities. That thought was brusquely dashed from her mind when his thrusts resumed at a careful but firm pace. The kind that jostled the bed and bounced her breasts and filled her so spectacularly she was reduced to her own baser instincts.

It wasn't long before his tight control waned, and she knew he wouldn't last much longer, no matter how much he was trying to hang on - super soldier serum or not. Just watching him unravel, seeing him let go and give into the pleasure that consumed him was having a similar effect on her, driving her to her own climax...along with the fingers she was barely aware of trailing down between their bodies to stroke herself.

A litany of swears and her name escaped his lips, interspersed with overwrought gasps as his hips jolted her with several hard thrusts before he stilled deep within her, breath caught in an open-mouthed, silent moan of ecstasy.

She didn't even care that he came first, nor was she fully aware that her fingers were still at work, rubbing her clit. The only thing that mattered to her brain in that moment was Steve's face and the feel of his body, the sound of him at the mercy of his pleasure, and she was coming suddenly and spectacularly.

Her vision was slightly unfocused as she reveled in the blissful sensations left in the wake of her orgasm. Her heartbeat pulsed rapidly in her ears even as it calmed gradually. The heavy weight of Steve's limp form was draped on top of her, hot and sweaty despite the shower he took before. She could feel the heavy rise and fall of his chest against hers as he let his breathing even out in hot puffs against her neck as he came down from his own release.

They just lay there, not moving, simply basking in the comfortable drowsiness that settled over them after some pretty damn mind-blowing sex. She wasn't even sure how long they stayed limply spread across the surface of her bed - and she would gladly have remained that way, except Steve's relaxed form was growing increasingly heavy.

"Hey," she whispered, tickling her fingers through his cropped but still damp hair, "Hot Stuff, we're gonna have to move at some point."

She felt his lips against her skin as he hummed contentedly - a low and lazy grumble, "Don't wanna."

"Neither do I, but you're kinda crushing me," she chuckled.

With a reluctant sigh, he kissed along her neck and eventually rolled off and on to his back next to her, allowing her to stretch herself along his side. She also used the roll as a good opportunity to remove and discard their used condom, noticing with a bit of surprise that he was still quite stiff. So with a grin he wasn't aware of because he'd already shut his eyes, she pressed herself flush against his body and trailed a hand down his chest and stomach to stroke him once more, smiling wide at the gasp that caught in his throat.

Darcy had not had a truly blissful night's sleep in a very long time. Sure there were nights that she passed out and didn't wake up until noon the next day. But those nights she was never as completely at peace as she was just then - content to laze around naked, with an equally naked Steve wrapped around her, letting let her mind drift dreamily to the night before.

She also had never had a truly perfect morning after. So when she felt Steve stir behind her and hum sleepily as he pressed light kisses against her shoulder, she couldn't keep the drowsy grin that spread itself happily across her face because holy gum balls, that was just about the best thing ever.

"This is totally awesome," she stated, voice slightly gravelly from disuse, and she trailed her fingers across his arm that hugged her to him, and laced her fingers with his. "You are totally awesome."

He laughed low then, and she felt it more than heard it. "I was a mess. Didn't know what the hell I was doing."

"Don't be ridiculous, and don't discount yourself, Rogers. You were an awesome mess. Besides, nobody knows what they're doing. That's why practice and foreplay exist."

He gave a hearty laugh at that, and he turned her towards him and braced himself above her to kiss her thoroughly - morning breath and all. She honestly didn't mind it, not with the way his tongue traced entreatingly at the part of her lips, because she was more than happy to oblige.

She would have gladly let the kiss deepen and let it take them where it may - considering the most likely outcome would be either a reenactment of the night before, or some reasonably exploratory sex in the name of practice - but Steve was solid muscle, and heavy. And Darcy had a full bladder after a glorious night's sleep.

"Ok, let me up," she smiled against his lips, as she pushed him up, "I gotta pee."

He rolled over onto his back again, careless if the sheet was covering him - which, coincidentally, it was only tangled around one foot, leaving him to her appreciative gaze in all his naked glory. He was even cheeky enough to smirk as he shut his eyes and pretended not to notice her staring before she left the room.

Walking was an interesting experience - she noticed each step down the hall to the bathroom, something she'd never really paid attention to, like...ever - as was sitting on the toilet. Steve was by no means rough with her, but still...super soldier losing his virginity, left her with a very heightened awareness of the muscles between her legs. Certainly more awareness than she'd ever been privy to before, and she gave a little laugh as she cleaned up and flushed.

She didn't know what made her look at herself in the mirror as she washed her hands, but when she did, she was surprised at the woman looking back at her, even more so because the woman was her. The Darcy Lewis staring back at her in that moment was not the one she'd become so used to seeing every day. The one that criticized every little flaw that bugged her when she wasn't covering herself with baggy sweaters and scarves. She wasn't even the Darcy Lewis that stared at her naked self in Steve's bathroom mirror weeks ago, mustering her courage to go pose nude for him.

No, the Darcy Lewis that stared back at her now was disarmingly pretty. She was mussed and still sleepy, but she was also relaxed and held herself differently - in an unknowingly confident manner that surprised her. Because the Darcy Lewis that stared back at her – the one who'd previously freaked out and fretted about what would happen to her friendship with Steve Rogers...had had sex with Steve Rogers, and thrilled delightedly at that fact. She mused absently at how all her worries, no matter how legit they'd been at the time, were no longer a hindrance to what she'd always secretly wanted, but vehemently denied because they were 'just friends'. And at closer inspection, she noticed all of the little love marks left in the wake of Steve's lips and she flushed, though not without a bit of pride when she met her reflection's eyes.

She shook her head to bring herself back to reality as she turned the faucet off. Because honestly, naked Steve was still in her bed and she had just been staring into the mirror thinking of him like a smitten idiot for who knows how long.

The gleam of his shield caught her eye as she stepped into the hallway, and it brought her attention to the uniform that still littered the floor of her living space, not without giving her a very vivid flashback of removing said uniform. That was something that was now deeply ingrained in her memory banks for very specific de-robing purposes. Or science. Especially since up until, well, last night...that particular science had only been a theory that she had tried unsuccessfully not to mentally indulge in.

There was something else that flashed just out of her line of sight, bringing her back from yet another self-indulgent train of thought. Though it was too brief to catch until it flashed again a few seconds later, drawing her closer, like a...beacon. Shit.

"Steve?" she called loud enough that he would hear, as she picked up the jacket armor of his suit.

He was silent in his approach. Either that or she was too concerned with what she really hoped she hadn't extricated from his armor. Something that she was fairly certain was manufactured by Stark Industries. Warm arms wrapped gently around her and his strong body pressed against her back, and it would have been romantic if a second later - seriously, just barely a second - the phone didn't ring.

It was enough to cause Darcy to jump slightly, and Steve to notice the object that slipped from her fingers. And after retrieving it, Steve stiffened in realization of what it was, all the while the phone continued to ring...until it went to voicemail.

She looked at Steve, because she knew that he knew - though neither of them had explicitly discussed it - that pretty much everyone except Tony, had figured out there was something going on between them. Also, they knew that everyone was unofficially on board with helping her and Steve keep things under wraps, because of the inevitable fuss that Tony would make. She'd wanted them to at least have a day or two to prepare for the onslaught. But, clearly, Tony's tech beat them to it, and the next thing she heard was her cell phone. And Steve.

"Son of a bitch..." He muttered angrily and stalked off towards her bedroom, where the ringing was coming from, unknowingly distracting her for a second with the naked perfection of his backside as he moved with purpose. At least until she heard him answer her phone. Angrily.

"I never signed off on wearing any tracking devices.." She heard him assert as she hurried back to her room, "so why the hell was there a beacon in my uniform?"

He was standing near her nightstand - rigid in posture, hand on one hip, brows furrowed, overall very pissed off Captain America... but naked - as he listened to whatever Tony had to say on the other end of the line.

"That's none of your damn business."

As much as she wanted to know what Tony was saying, and to maybe tell him off for ruining her perfect morning, she was not about to take the phone from Steve. She knew he would never hurt her. But the number of times he'd been pissed around her was very limited, and she found it intimidating. Though also...arousing, and she subconsciously filed that little mental gem away for later.

He rubbed at his temple in exasperation at whatever new thing Tony was saying.

"Well, I'm fine. But again, that's none of your damn business. And if you make one snide comment about it, especially to Darcy, I'll make you regret it."

Wow. She could only stand silently and listen as Steve continued to tell him off.

"You will not make my personal life, or Darcy's, into the butt of one of your jokes." He paused. "I'm serious. It's one thing when you're an asshole to me, but you better not be to Darcy. This conversation is over."

True to word, it was over as he ended the call and tossed her phone on her bed, cursing under his breath.

"Sorry," he said softly, looking at her with an apologetic expression that was a complete dichotomy to the one he sported just a few minutes ago.

She shook her head and smiled as she approached him and wrapped her arms around him

"You are literally my hero for telling him off." She kissed his chest when she felt his arms return her embrace, "and I am totally here for this whole take no bullshit vibe."

"I already have very low tolerance for his normal bullshit," he paused to kiss her head, " but when it affects my girl..."

Her heart leapt and her stomach had a million butterflies fluttering in excitement at Steve's claim on her as 'his girl.' Only one other, far more amazing woman had held that title in his heart. She had to just take a moment to just bask in the awesomeness of that fact - the recent drama quickly forgotten.

"So uh," she began, "since you don't have any clothes here aside from your uniform, how 'bout we make food, and I text Jane to have Thor bring you something less spangly?"

She looked up at him, and he grinned down at her with that charming half smirk of his that she found so irresistible.

"Sounds like a plan."

She hummed in agreement as she smoothed her hands up and over his chest and shoulders to pull him down for a kiss, which he deepened eagerly and sensuously. They would have actually probably ended up back in bed - because his kiss was that toe curling-ly hot - if she hadn't pulled back.

"Then get going, soldier," She gave him a playful shove towards the hallway, while she grabbed her phone, "I'm hungry."

He laughed, a dorky and adorably endearing sound that she looked forward to hearing more and she grinned as he mock-stumbled away. Though he caught her hand and pulled her along with him, twining his fingers with hers.