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My dad didn't say anything about Steve and I. In fact, my dad didn't say anything about me not using my room our entire stay. He probably wanted to, or he flat out didn't know. I was willing to bet my money on the former. But he also probably knew he couldn't stop us and it was bound to happen.

My dad had always been the number one guy in my life. He'd been the only guy in my life for most of it, and growing up he'd made sure he was number one. But now he was being demoted to number two in my life and he wasn't happy about it. But he's my dad. He'll always be special to me. He'll always be there, always a part of my life. And right now, Steve would to. I couldn't say what would happen in a year, or even what would happen in a week. There was always a chance Steve could leave on a SHIELD mission and not return. Just like there was a chance my dad could fly out in his suit to stop a bad guy and not come home. But no matter what, for the time being, they'd both be a part of my life. Rather my dad liked it or not.

Steve's birthday went well, Pepper and I went out and got him a cake and we celebrated with a barbeque and fireworks for Independence Day. Of course, my dad had to throw in a snarky comment about America's hero being born on the 4th of July. That earned him a look from both Pepper and I and my dad was, once again, shamed into silence.

Overall our trip to New York went well. I had certainly planned for the worst, arguments and physical fights and having to referee a bout between my dad and my boyfriend. Yeah, that would have looked great in the headlines the next morning. Stark's Completely Lost It: Billionaire Superhero Attacks Daughter's Boyfriend Who Also Happens To Be Captain America. Yeah, that was one PR disaster we didn't need.

Steve and I fly back to D.C., taking a taxi back to his apartment. I pay the taxi driver extra to keep his mouth shut, which thankfully he does. As much as I love New York, it certainly felt good to be back in D.C. I had started to think of it as home. New York would always have a special place in my heart, but D.C. was home to me now. Steve is home.

Both of us crash on the couch as soon as we get into the apartment. It's almost an hour flight from New York to D.C., but I was exhausted. Steve was wide awake as usual, looking off into the distance like some dramatic knight in a fantasy movie. I lay down on the couch, putting my head in his lap. His hand threads into my hair, gently massaging my scalp. I smile, relaxing. He knows exactly how to turn me into putty in his hands.

I wake up two hours later alone on the couch. I can hear Steve moving around in the kitchen, a wonderful smell wafting through the house. I sit up, stretching my stiff limbs out before heading into the kitchen. Steve is slaving over the stove, cooking up something that smells like heaven. I come up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist, my head resting against his back. I can feel his muscles flex as he stirs whatever's in the pot, and I get the sudden urge to run my nails down his back. The mental picture of him over me, muscles flexing as he moves, my hands all over him, feeling those muscles.

A rush of heat runs through my body, filling me with desire. I press closer to him, biting my lip as I clench my thighs together. I let my hands lay flat against his stomach, feeling the ridges of his abs under his thin shirt. He smells like aftershave and the scent of Steve. It's hard to describe his scent. He has a very particular one. Maybe it was the serum or maybe it was just Steve. I couldn't be sure, but I wasn't going to complain about his scent.

He turns in my arms, smiling down at me. I stand on my toes, leaning up to kiss him. His body is warm and solid and I could have stayed there forever. But sadly he had to pull away to finish dinner. He wouldn't let me help so I resorted to standing and watching him. I could do that forever too. The way he moved, his uncanny ability to concentrate on ten things at once. It was amazing to me. Yes, I spent a lot of time watching him, but if you had him in front of you, you'd be watching him too. A lot of people watched him when we walked down the street. Women often turned as we passed. It didn't really bother me. I knew he'd turn heads, even before the world knew who he was. I was used to it though, my dad turning heads everywhere he went. I'd grown up used to it, and I didn't let it bother me now.

Steve never looked at other women in a way that made me feel insecure. He was polite, called women ma'am, held doors open, helped old ladies carry heavy bags of groceries to their car. But he never gave any women that he passed a second look. Not even when they practically threw themselves at him. My dad used to be all over those kinds of women. But Steve just politely refused and we went on our way. He was different. Refreshing. It was a nice change.

Steve and I eat dinner in relative silence. He reads the real news while I flip through social media and some tabloids. Getting caught up on all the exaggerated celebrity gossip and "news." I help him do the dishes and clean up the kitchen before we retire to the couch for the night. There's nothing really on TV, just a handful of prime time shows and sports. Steve settles for a baseball game, and I curl up against his side.

It's dark by the time the game ends, though Steve and I aren't paying any attention at this point. We've moved positions on the couch, too busy exploring each other to notice anything else. His lips are on mine, soft and sweet as we kiss, his hands firmly on my hips, holding me in place. I can feel him, pressing up against me.

"Steve." I pull away a little, his lips trying to chase mine.

"Yes, doll?"

"I need you."

I can see the change at those three words. His eyes darken, his pupils expanding, his grip on my waist becoming just that much tighter. He licks his lips, scooping me up into his arms, carrying me back towards his room. Was this really going to happen now? I was more than ready for it regardless. Steve lays me down on his bed, kicking the door closed. It's just the two of us in the apartment, so I didn't see the need for it, but if it made him feel more comfortable then that was alright with me. Steve pulls his shirt over his head, climbing onto the bed. He presses his body down against mine, warm, hard muscle pressing me into the bed. His lips find mine again, this kiss urgent and passionate. It has my body tingling and my toes curling. I can feel his need for me in the kiss, and I pour all of mine into the kiss as well.

Steve's hands are all over, tracing my skin, feeling me like it's for the first time. His hand slides under my shirt, his hand rough and hot, making me shiver. We'd never gone into this territory before. Steve had kept his hands in modest places, mostly. But it had always been over my clothes. He hadn't ever ventured under. Always the perfect gentleman.

His lips leave mine as his hand rides higher, pulling up my shirt with it. His lips make a trail down my jaw, settling under my ear. He nips lightly at the skin there, making me moan. I can feel his smile against my skin, his breath hot against my ear as he leans up slightly.

"I want to make it special for you. But that doesn't mean we have to keep our hands to ourselves."

He sits up as I ponder his words, pulling my shirt over my head. I hadn't planned for this so my bra isn't anything special, but it doesn't matter to Steve. His hands trail down my sides, tickling the skin lightly. He stops when he reaches the waistband of my leggings, his fingers making a trail teasingly along the skin above it.

"I love it when you wear these."

I make a mental note, watching as he pulls my legs up to strip me of my leggings too. I'm left in my underwear, Steve in his jeans. His fingers trace lightly up my legs, taking the time to feel and explore, leaving me shivering. I could already feel a dampness pooling between my legs, and he had barely touched me. He was going to be the death of me.

His fingers trail up my inner thighs, the muscles there already trembling in anticipation. He traces the outline of my underwear, looking up at me for approval. I nod my head, keeping my gaze down on him as he slowly peels my underwear down my legs. I flush red, more exposed now than I'd ever been to anyone before. My legs instinctively start to close to hide myself but he peels them back open, grinning up at me.

"Don't. You're beautiful, doll." They may be cliche, but they work. Those words had me parting my legs letting him see me.

His hands move to my inner thighs, holding my legs open as he stares down at me. I can feel the gnawing insecurity in the back of my head but he's smiling, his thumbs finding my outer lips to hold me open. Arousal is heavy in the air and I can only imagine what it smells like to him with his enhanced everything. He doesn't show any sign of disapproval or disgust, in fact he leans in closer. That must be a good sign.

One of his hands leaves my thighs, his thumb soft as a feather as it brushes over my mound. The sensation is new to me, and it has me shivering. It's unlike anything I'd ever felt before. Better than anything I'd ever felt before. He does it again, applying more pressure this time and I gasp when he reaches a part at the top of my slit. He pauses there and I look down at him.

"Right there." I gasp out, my back arching a little.

He applies more pressure, slowly circling his thumb over the mound of nerves. My head falls back, my breathing picking up as new sensations wash over me, more pleasure than I'd ever felt coursing through me. I can feel more wetness forming below, some of it dripping onto the bed. Steve grins that ridiculous half grin, his other hand venturing down lower. One of his fingers probes at my entrance, the slick helping it glide inside me. It's another strange feeling, my walls clamping down instinctively around him.

"Shh. Relax for me, doll."

I close my eyes, focusing on his thumb moving, easing around his finger. It's thick and stretches me a little as he pushes it further into me. I grip the bed sheets as he starts moving his finger, slowly at first, letting me relax. It's an odd sensation, but it feels good all at the same time.

He continues to move his finger, both of his hands picking up speed. My back arches as I press my hips into the air, my hands pulling at the bed sheets as new sensations wash over me. I gasp as he applies more pressure on my clit, a second finger probing at my entrance.

"Steve…" I don't know if it'll fit, my walls clamping down in my worry.

He slows his movements, the hand on my clit leaving as he slides up my body. His thumb on his other hand takes its place, slowly circling my clit as he presses a second finger into me. He shushes me as he kisses me, the stretch painful but the sensations coming from where his thumb is at are slowly driving the pain away. I wrap my arms around his neck as he kisses me, slowly working his two fingers in and out of me. His name is a breath on my lips as the pleasure increases, my hips moving with his hand, trying to find something.

"Oh god, Steve…" He nips at my bottom lip, his eyes meeting mine.

My back arches as he hits something inside me, sending pure pleasure up my nerve endings. I press my chest closer to his, my fingers tangling in his hair. He continues to hit that spot, my legs shaking as I grow closer to something, a looming edge that's been getting closer and closer.

"Let go."

The intensity in his eyes is enough to make me do as he says, my back arching as I call out his name, my thighs clamping around his hand as white pleasure clouds my brain. I feel like I could reach up and touch the stars as everything in my body trembles.

I'm pressed against Steve's chest as I come back from my high, his hands gently caressing my skin. I'm aware of the very prominent bulge pressing against my side, Steve pressing gentle kisses all over my face. I smile, my body still buzzing slightly.

"That was amazing."

Steve smiles. "Welcome back. I'm glad it was good."

"Amazing. Better than good. And that was just your fingers."

Steve grins at me. "I know. I'll be gentle when it does happen."

I nod. "I know. I trust you."

He smiles down at me, kissing my lips softly. "I'm glad."

I slowly trail my hand down his stomach as he kisses me, my hand playing with the button on his jeans. "What are we going to do about this?"

Steve pulls away a little. "I can take care of it. Don't worry about it."

I shake my head. "I want to help you."

Steve looks conflicted for a moment, but he nods, popping the button on his jeans. "Alright."

I help him strip out of them and his underwear. I'd never seen him fully before, and I can't help my eyes from going wide. I have no idea how he's even going to fit inside me. Two fingers had been a stretch, but he had to be at least the equivalent of three. Turns out the serum had enhanced everything.

Steve gently cups my face, seeing my obvious internal struggle at the size of him. "Don't worry. You don't have to do this."

I shake my head. "It's not that...you're so big!"

Steve smirks a little. "Thank you, doll."

I give him a look. "I mean...I don't know how that will fit inside me."

He brushes a hand over my head. "It will. Don't worry. We'll cross that bridge when we get there."

I nod. He's right. Right now we were exploring. I let my hand slide down his stomach further, hesitantly reaching out and taking his length in my hand. It's hot and heavy, stiff as a rock but oddly soft. I run my hand along the length, Steve taking a shuddering breath in. His hand closes over mine, showing me how much pressure to apply and I repeat that motion, Steve's eyes fluttering shut. He shifts a little, his hips jerking as I pump his length.

His breathing picks up, small moans coming from his lips as I move my hand faster. I watch his muscles tense as his moans get louder, his hand cupping the back of my head as he pulls me in for a kiss, moaning against my lips as his body shudders. His hips jerk against my hand, something hot and wet hitting my hand and my stomach. He's panting as he relaxes, pulling away from my lips. I let him go, Steve opening his eyes and smiling at me. I smile back, leaning in to peck his lips again. I could get used to this.