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choiceskatie · 3 years ago

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@kat-tia801 fkdkskskkssk I was so excited for you to read this 😍

I’ll be honest, I read this last night, but I might have overindulged myself a little too much and my original reblog was mostly just thirst over Damien and lots of swears.

Omg I want the drunk Kat reblog 😆 sounds like most of my sober ones hahahaha

I love that you used Emilia! I literally screamed when I saw her on the moodboard. And then you gave her those lemons! Holy shit!

Eeeeeeee I wanted to give you an extra surprise with this 🥰 (and also not have to come up my own FC and name lol)

OMG, I love them. I love this. It’s my favorite part of their relationship lol

Mine too ugh I love them so much, grumpy Damien owns my heart and soul and every other part of my body he desires

I’m going to quote this entire thing back to you, and I’m not even sorry.

You shouldn’t be! This reblog made my entire life and the stress of writing this in a day so worth it lmao! And I’m going to quote your entire reblog back as I squeal

EEEEEEEEEEEEEK! I need this crossover in my life!

I need this in my life

With the rate I write requests/sequels, pick one of these and it may be your bday fic next year 😂😂😂

OMG! This is all just pure fire, and I bow down to you as the queen of smut.

The title is criminally undeserved but gratefully accepted either way hahahahaha

He called her mi alma, and I am not well. But OMG this smut, Katie. Im literally on fire.

Him calling her pet names in Spanish is so skfjejsixkskaksmdmsk. I love reading everyone’s little additions, and I love that yours is mi alma 😍

I repeat my previous statement, I love him. I love them. And I am so obsessed with how YOU write them.

I am so happy because I was so nervous to write them lmao! As much as I love the pairing, it was way our of my comfort zone (even if I’m grumpy and sarcastic like our main man lol)

OMG!!!!! I literally laughed for a solid five minutes at this!!!

Hahahahahahaha, dude I had the whole fic written up until the seggs concluded, but I had to wait on @burnsoslow to be free to read so I could ask her about the Elvis suggestion, so I literally just sat for a while listening to Elvis and this suddenly came to me 🤣💀

KATIE!!!! This was AMAZING! I am so touched that you wrote this for me, and used my girl!!! That was such an amazing surprise! You’re the best, and I am so incredibly grateful that we connected and can squeal about our thirst for our favorite pixels!

😭😭😭😭 I am so glad you enjoyed this so much! If you enjoyed it, I’m happy. Thanks for this awesome reblog, adore you 💕💕💕

The Night Shift

Book: Perfect Match

Pairing: Damien x MC

Warnings: NSFW. 18+. Honestly do I post anything other than filth at this point lmao?

Premise: A work injury forces Emilia to get creative.

Word Count: 4K

Author’s Note: happy birthday @kat-tia801! You are an absolute joy to know on here, a tag or message from you seriously brightens up my day. You not only put so much into all of your characters and stories, but also into supporting everyone on here and making this hellsite a much happier place. Seriously, I don’t understand how you’re constantly putting out such amazing content for so many books and so many characters whilst I’m over here struggling to write a one shot lmao. Big brain energy. You’re just the best, and I’m so grateful to know you and call you a friend. I love you and I hope you enjoy this! 🤍 (Hope it’s ok I borrowed your MC, and I really hope I didn’t butcher for your favourite man) (doubly sorry if this is trash, I need to start asking people their bdays so I don’t find out the day before lmao)

Thanks to @burnsoslow and @lsvdw-blog for prereading! Love you.

This was going to kill him.

Damien Nazario had never been a particularly patient man, something his close friends and family made sure to tell him at any given opportunity. He was irritable and grouchy at the best of times, something he had no issue with admitting; he simply didn’t care to change his ways.

The only time his attempt at patience had resulted in anything worthwhile was the four years he had to wait to call Emilia Park his, and he’d more than proved himself on that occasion. Alas, he would have waited another forty years to accomplish that feat, just for the honour of getting to call her his woman.

But this was different. Waiting for Emilia was like constantly being in the radar of a shining light at the end of the dark tunnel before her radiance finally broke free and brightened his life; a broken leg was just a fucking burden.

His quick tempered personality coupled with two weeks of bed rest ordered by his orthopaedic surgeon were far from a healthy combination. As he lay in bed with his fractured leg raised on a large throw pillow, he struggled to remember a single day that he had been forced to stay within the four walls of his apartment.

As he heard a key jingle in the door lock, he reminded himself with a soft smile: their apartment.

He called out to her, the bedroom door opened a crack and allowing his deep voice to reverberate through the space. “In here, corazón.”

She chuckled to herself as she walked to the kitchen, unloading the groceries as she shouted back to him. “Yeah, I kinda guessed that unless you’d learned how to walk with one leg in the hour I’ve been gone.”

Emilia smirked to herself as she imagined the unimpressed look almost certainly gracing his face as his jaw clenched. His infamous scowl had only increased its appearances since they began their relationship a year ago, her sarcastic wit riling him up in a way only she knew how to achieve.

But their strong friendship that had blossomed into more didn’t only award them with the ability to pull on each other’s strings, it gifted Emilia the sole honour of seeing the blissful smile that broke through Damien’s features after his momentary facade disappeared. Getting to see Damien in these new and raw circumstances was like a breath of fresh air. Where most found him dark and sullen, he was her sunshine.

She got to see a piece of him that was reserved for her and her alone, and she responded in kind, showing him parts of herself that no one had ever been privy to before.

Of course, there were plenty of things she had proceeded to show only Damien, and the next of those was sitting at the bottom of her handbag on the kitchen counter.

She picked it up and walked towards their bedroom, a private smile on her face as she opened the door fully and leaned against the doorframe.

“Hey, handsome.”

Damien’s face lit up as he smiled back at her, a weight off his chest as he finally had her nearby again.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she immediately walked towards their bathroom, his head following her steps as she turned without a backwards glance.

“Where are you going?”

“To the bathroom,” she arched a dark eyebrow at him, an amused look flitting across her face. “Is that alright with you?”

He rolled his eyes as he slumped further into the mountain of pillows she’d left him against this afternoon, crossing his arms over his chest in exacerbation.

“Fine, but hurry.”

The bathroom door closing over cut off Emilia's fond cackle, his eyes focused on the door as he willed it to open and her to come back to bed with him.

A shocking realisation nearly took Damien’s breath away; he was affronted to find out that he was needy.

He couldn’t remember a single day in his childhood that he’d been forced to stay in bed. He was sure there were likely a few occasions, but they were either too long ago to remember or clearly too uneventful to hold onto all these years on.

In his adult life, he’d never spent a single day at home. If he wasn’t out working on a case, he was out seeing Emilia and Nadia. His frustration rose to greater levels as he even thought about work.

Fuck work. I can’t believe I broke my fucking leg in two places chasing after some foreign president’s daughter and their damn rival country’s first son.

Any and all comprehensible thoughts of work, or any topic for that matter, evaporated into thin air as Emilia walked out from the bathroom, clad in what could only be described as a sexy nurse outfit.

His back shot off the mattress as his head turned quickly to get a proper look at her, her heavy breasts bulging over the red lingerie sneaking out of the short white collared dress, leading down to matching red stockings that stretched up her shapely legs.

Dangling from her neck was the fakest, cheapest looking pink stethoscope he had ever seen in his life, something he would taunt her for in a normal state of mind, but in this moment in time all he could think about was wrapping it around her wrists and binding her to their bed.

She took a hesitant step towards him, assuming and praying that his silence was in fact positive and not embarrassment that she had decided to take role play on by herself.

Her movement switched a flick inside his brain, and he finally managed to rasp out, “Christ, Em. Where did you get that?”

His only reply was a seductive smirk as she bit her plump bottom lip, swaying her hips slowly as she strode towards the foot of the bed.

“Good evening, Mr Nazario. I’m nurse Emilia and I’ll be taking over your care for the night,” she kneeled on the mattress, pulling a bottle of massage oil out from a hidden pocket in her dress.

“And where the hell did that come from?”

“Shh,” she winked as she opened the bottle, pouring it generously onto her soft hands and tenderly lathering it between her palms.

A gentle push on Damien’s chest and his back hit the bed again, the sheets cool against the heat beginning to radiate from his skin.

She moved slowly as she edged towards him on the bed, the smooth silk of her dress gliding over his thighs as she carefully missed his injured leg before she straddled his hips, his hands immediately grabbing her own.

“My, my,” her lashes fluttered as she ground against the prominent bulge pressing into her core. “You’re awfully responsive to your nurse tonight, aren’t you, sir?”

She smirked as she felt him strain further against her, the deliberate tone of her voice as she played into his deepest fantasies proving efficient.

His large hands pushed at her outfit, already working to get her out of it as quickly as possible.

“Ah, ah, ah. Lie back and rest, no touching; doctor's orders.”

He smirked as he raised an eyebrow at her. “I thought you were the nurse.”

She pinched the skin at his ribs as he squirmed and let out a deep chuckle before surrendering himself to her. “Sorry, sorry.” He made a show of holding his hands up in the air before dropping both arms to his sides.

Emilia rewarded his compliance with a slow swivel of her hips, smirking as his hands balled into fists and bunched in the bed sheets.

Dancing her fingertips up and across his chest, she began to massage his shoulders as his head dropped back with a content sigh. Kneading the muscles gently, her skilled hands made their way down his torso, applying light pressure to his chest as her thumbs playfully flicked at his nipples.

Her force grew impossibly delicate as she moved to his stomach, ghosting her hands up his sides before using her fingertips to draw slow and sensual circles down his abdomen.

She could hear his breathing grow heavy as she met the light trail of hair leading down to his very tight boxers, still urging against her delightfully. The crotchless panties Damien was somehow yet to pick up on were doing little to hide her own desire, undoubtedly soaking his underwear as she worked both of them up.

She leaned down, pressing her soft lips to his shoulder before nibbling gently, leaving a hot trail of wet kisses up his neck towards his ear.

His hips bucked uncontrollably as her hot breath tickled his ear, her teeth pulling at his lobe and the last of his restraint broke. His hands were on her immediately, cupping her ass and pushing her further into his rock hard length as he groaned.

He could have broken into tears as she stilled in his arms, shaking her head and pouting as she sat upright, hands closing over his own as she pried them off and placed them back on the bed.

His eyes flickered shut as she lightly stroked his cheek, his beard soft against her fingertips as she cupped his jaw and forced his gaze back on hers.

“And you were doing so well,” she frowned dramatically as she took joy in his disheveled state. “Am I going to have to ask someone else to take over your care, sir? I don’t think they’d be quite so creative with their treatment plan.”

Internally, Damien was already plotting his revenge. I’m going to get her back for this when I’m not reduced to a blubbering mess.

In real life, all he could manage was a jerky shake of his head as his eyes pleaded with her to resume her actions, which she quickly did, teeth and tongue teasing his hot skin as his knuckles blanched by his side.

Making her way back to his ear yet again, she took hold of his hands and placed them above his head, her sultry whisper sending a shiver down his spine.

“Will you be good for me? I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

An insistent nod of the head was his only reply, though the light shudder running through his body told her he was extremely happy to oblige. Emilia had to remind herself to stick to her gameplan as she looked down at his large arms straining with the misery of holding himself back, panting and oh so eager for her.

“Keep those there for me and you’ll be substantially rewarded.”

His crotch immediately missed her heat as her hips vacated the area, his legs tense as he awaited her next move. The room was silent for a moment as Emilia reconsidered her idea, the wet slick beginning to drip down her thighs making her want to miss out on a few planned steps for the night.

She moved further backwards again, careful to miss the bulky cast covering his lower leg and pressing a tender kiss to the skin above. Her tongue traced spirals against his muscular thighs as her fingers dipped inside the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down casually and deliberately as his hips pushed off the bed to ease her task.

A careful manoeuvre over his cast and they were thrown into the corner of their bedroom, soon forgotten as a loud groan filled the room, Damien’s eyes rolling back in his head as Emilia’s hot centre met his cock again, this time with no flimsy material blocking them.

Languidly rolling her hips against him, she bit back her own moan as her clit met his leaking tip, precome mixing with her wetness as she began to pick up the pace of her movements.

“You like this, baby?”

His darkened gaze told her everything she needed to know, but the clenching of his jaw and the fisting of the pillow beneath his head proved just how much he was holding back, clearly afraid to break one of her rules again and risk the premature ending of this heaven.

“Tell me. Tell me what I’m doing to you. Does it feel good?”

All at once, it was as though a dam was broken, endless words of filth and praise falling from his lips as began to roll his hips with her.

“Fuck yeah it does, Em.” His voice was hoarse with desire as his hips bucked upwards, the strength of his body lifting them off the mattress. “You look so good on top of me, writhing and soaking me with your sweet little pussy. Do you like this? Do you like dressing up like a little slut and putting me through hell? Not letting me feel you dripping on my fingers as I work you open before fucking you?”

Within less than a minute Emilia was reminded that as much as this was her idea, Damien could still very much be in control of this situation as his words nearly pushed her over the edge. She took a deep breath as she fought to take back control, reminding herself that she had a plan before falling into his trap and letting him take her right there and then.

The two of them immediately missed the touch of each other as she lifted her hips off of him, but Damien’s skin was quickly met with the curl of her fingers around him and he hissed in pleasure.

Now too turned on and throbbing with need between her legs, Emilia threw caution to the wind to try and get this part over with as quickly as possible. She slowly and purposefully trailed her tongue up his length, maintaining eye contact as she traced the prominent vein on the underside of his shaft. He watched in amazement as she moved to suck on his weeping head, plump lips caressing his sensitive skin as her hand set a steady pace below.

Foregoing her original plan of making him beg to even take him fully, she did it anyway, his cock too deliciously hard and heavy in her palm to resist her primal urges.

Her mouth closed over him and she took a deep breath, relaxing her throat as she immediately sank down to take all of him and his cock hit the back of her throat. Her eyes were watery as she met his gaze of awe, his hands twitching to pull her long blonde locks away from her face as he watched her work him expertly.

His eyes widened as one of Emilia’s hands left the vicinity, slipping under her dress and slipping a finger inside of herself.

He groaned as his head fell back to the pillows, wholly convinced by now that she was trying to kill him.

“Em, you gotta let me touch you. I- fuck,” his words were cut off as she hollowed her cheeks, her head bobbing up and down exactly how he liked it. “Baby, please. I need to feel you, this is like hell.” He cursed again as she moaned around him, her hips gyrating against her hand.

She pulled back to smirk at him, her hand working furiously against him as his hips fought to remain still, the act unnatural and almost painful.

“You want to touch me, Damien? You want to feel this pussy?” She made a show of slipping another finger inside herself, gliding in easily. “God, it feels so good. I’m so fucking wet for you.”

“Yes, fuck yes I want to touch you so badly. I want to spread you open and show you who you belong to. Show you who gets you dripping wet. Show you who makes you feel good.” He knew he was mumbling, but he didn’t care; he was seconds away from forfeiting this little game and turning the tables. “That pussy is mine. You’re mine and you always will be, mi alma.”

Whether or not the use of Emilia’s favourite term of endearment was uttered accidentally or deliberately to change her mind in the moment wasn’t important, all that mattered was her restraint finally snapping and a quick change of position before she was sinking down on his thick cock, both of them letting out loud moans as her walls stretched to accommodate him.

She stilled for a moment, allowing herself to get used to the size of him before she pulled him up by the shoulders, Damien catching on quickly and sitting fully upright. She moaned again as her taut nipples met the warmth of his chest, feeling like she was about to combust at any second.

“Touch me,” she purred. “That’s an order, sir.”

The words hadn’t even fully left her mouth before Damien’s hands gripped her hips, his own snapping up as he began to thrust into her. Their mouths met in a sloppy kiss, all tongue and teeth as she began to bounce on his length, their movements perfectly complementing one another.

“Fuck, just like that.”

“Yeah? You like that, cariño?”

Emilia moaned her approval as one of Damien’s hands travelled up the length of her back, intent on feeling a patch of bare skin but unwilling to rip the new outfit that still adorned her body. His hand cupped the nape of her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair and forcing her head back so his lips could latch onto her neck. He bit into the soft skin, his tongue quickly darting out to soothe the sore spot before travelling to her ear, whispering huskily. “You feel incredible, mi amor. I love filling you like this, you’re so fucking tight when you ride me.” His words were hoarse as their hips moved faster and faster, both of his hands dropping to her ass to pull her back to meet each thrust.

She was whining uncontrollably as he spoke to her. He knew exactly what he was doing; dirty talk was always sure to finish her off. “God, I love it when I get to fuck you like this. When I get to make you mine whilst you use me for your own pleasure. Fuck, I love everything about you. I love the feel of your tits rubbing up and down my chest as you bounce on me, when you grind against me and scream in my ear every time I catch your clit.”

In time with his words, his hand snuck between them, rolling her clit between his thumb and forefinger and biting back a victorious grin as her moan grew into a scream.

“That’s it, baby. Scream for me, I love it when you let me hear how good I make you feel. Christ, I love you, Emilia.”

That was enough to send her over the edge, her mouth dropping open in a silent scream as her back arched, her chest rising and Damien lowering his head to suck on her nipples as her breasts fell free from the skimpy dress.

His hips never slowed even as she thrashed in his arms, and when her tremors subsided to a mere tremble, he looped an arm around her waist, slipping out and flipping them over to switch positions on the bed.

She looked up at him with wide eyes, her head snapping down to make sure his leg was okay as he put weight on it.

“What are you doing? You’re on bed rest!”

“I’m in bed,” he smirked and Emilia glared at him. He chuckled as he caressed her face, his knuckle gliding over the soft skin of her cheek.

“If my recovery doesn’t let me fuck my girlfriend senseless, then I’ll just need to learn to live with a broken leg.”

She burst into a fit of giggles at that, shaking her head fondly before wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him in tightly. “Those are some hefty claims you’re making, big boy. Time to put your money where your mouth is.”

He grinned and took himself in hand, driving into her in one forceful thrust and instantly hitting the spot that made her see stars. He didn’t give her oversensitive body any time to recover, his hips snapping against hers rapidly.

“God, Damien, it’s too much-”

“I’m not done with you yet, mi alma. Give me another.”

She shook her head as her body began to tremble yet again, her legs shaking against his broad back.

“I can’t-”

“You can,” he breathed out, slipping his hand between them to above where their bodies were joined, letting the movement of his body press him firmly against her clit.

Her hands flew to his shoulders, nails pressing sharply into his supple skin and inspiring a loud groan as she bit into the junction of his shoulder and neck.

“Fuck, harder.” Emilia happily obliged, the power of his thrusts practically forcing her anyway. His hips stuttered momentarily as he gasped, before speeding up even further as he chased to bring her a second release before his inevitably arrived; and soon.

He braced himself on one forearm, taking a minute to appreciate the unbelievable view laid out beneath him. Emilia caught his gaze and took his face between her hands, pulling him down towards her as they shared a passionate kiss, Damien pulling her lip between his teeth as he released her. He turned his head towards her open palm, pressing a searing kiss before a playful bite.

Emilia whimpered as she lifted her hips to meet him. “I love you, Damien.”

His eyes shut tightly in pleasure, that familiar feeling returning to the pit of his stomach as she brought him closer and closer to the edge.

“Say it again. Say my name.”

She was all too eager to comply, enraptured by the look on his face as she said it over and over again and his eyes snapped open to hold her gaze. A careful pinch of his fingers and she was flying, her back arching from the bed as she moaned loudly, the clenching around his cock pulling him over the edge with her. His hips stalled as he spilled inside of her, his arms giving out as he rolled off of her and pulled her alongside him.

Her body molded perfectly against his, burying her face into the crook of his neck as they both fought to return their breathing to a normal rate. He smiled down at her curiously as he felt her giggle against his skin.

“Not usually the reaction a man’s hoping for after he fucks his woman’s brains out, but I'll bite; what’s so funny?”

She lifted her head from his embrace, chuckling as she playfully smacked his shoulder. “Shut up. I was just thinking about that first time after we got back from your Mom’s with your old cop uniform. I have officially returned the favour so the roleplaying ball is firmly back in your court, my love.”

He shook his head with a smirk as his thoughts began to run rampant, although all of his ideas seemed to centre around Emilia yet again dressing up for him.

He was pulled from his trance as she clicked her fingers in the air, sitting upright in bed. “Oh, I got it! How about-”

“Don’t fucking say it-”

“Elvis!”

“Fuck off, Em,” he groaned. “Well, there goes round two,” he scowled at her as she let out a loud laugh, clutching her stomach as Damien waited for her to finish, completely unimpressed.

“Come on baby, don’t you wanna dress up as your namesake for me? I’ll even let you hit it in hound doggy style and fill me up with your burning love.”

He couldn’t even help himself as he fell prisoner to the jokes at his expense, chuckling as he pulled her back into her arms.

“I hate you,” he laughed as he pulled her gaze back to his, tenderly holding her chin between his thumb and forefinger as he brushed his nose against hers.

“Lies. I’m the best thing that ever happened to you.”

“Unfortunately for me, that would be correct”

She grinned at him, her face so full of adoration that it took his breath away.

“I love you, Damien Elvis Nazario.”

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kayteewritessteve · 5 years ago

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Soooooo. I clearly suck at replying right now. But ah, yeah, let’s just ignore that...

ANYWHO! Sooo glad you loved this part boo thang! And hahahahahahaha. All the mounting jokes. Amazing. My favourite part of this chapter, hands down! 🤣🤣🤣 the wolf is honestly my favourite. But I believe I have said that since day one. So that aint new info hahaha.

Glad this part made you laugh boo! Still a bit more to come!! 😉😉😉

Fated - 5/7

Description: You’re a rogue werewolf, a bounty hunter. It’s not the most glamourous life, but it keeps you paid well and highly entertained. But when a long time acquaintance resurfaces with a mission and a lot of money to throw around, you finally relent and take a job from him. And then things get crazy when you stumble upon your Fated Mate along the way.

Catch up HERE.

Word Count: 6,800 ish.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Werewolf!Reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Curse words. Sassy, snarky and adult comments and moments. Depictions of fight scenes and fighting, the same as canon stuffs.

A/N: I sadly don’t own any of these characters. And no beta reader, so I do proudly own all the errors and this story, so there’s that.

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The abrupt feeling of falling startles you out of your deep slumber, not fully, but enough to have you just slightly aware of your surroundings now. You feel a warmth under your cheek and up against your side, you don’t really remember your bed being this warm, but yet you aren’t complaining in the slightest. You unconsciously shift closer to it, just needing to be closer to it, to the warmth coming off it. You wiggle a little trying to get comfy again and then feel a slight movement as you hear a deep rumble come from said warmth.

A rumble that sounds surprisingly like a chuckle. But that’s weird because beds don’t usually laugh...

You take a deep breath in and your whole body tenses up instantly. Your eyes snapping open and quickly adjusting before flicking around the lowly light space with which you currently reside. You’re still on the Quinjet, and the warmth beside you is definitely not a bed. No, that much you are sure of.

You sit up fully and turn to your makeshift resting post, seeing amused blue eyes staring back at you.

“Steve,” you whisper breathlessly, as if disbelieving of his current presence and placement.

He gives you a glorious smile, showing off his brilliantly white teeth. “Hey sleepyhead,” he whispers back in the silences of the space around you. Clearly not wanting to make any loud, abrupt noises.

“What are—“ you start, your eyes searching around again, “ah, where did Buck go?”

“He needed to go speak with Sam, asked if I could step in so you had somewhere to lean,” he shrugs, as if it’s totally normal to just agree to be some random sleeping woman’s resting place. “How was your sleep?”

“Ah, yeah, fine,” you nod quickly, snapping your eyes away from him to face forward, before stretching your arms above your head with a groan. “Very much needed.”

“Oh?” He questions quietly, “haven’t been sleeping much lately?”

You shake your head with a sigh, “no, been too busy hunting down leads on Heinrich,” And avoiding you to the point the Bond hasn’t shut up about you long enough for me to actually sleep—but you leave that last part out as you turn to glance at him again. “How far out are we?”

Steve glances down at his watch for a second, “we land in about an hour.”

Your eyes widen slightly at the news, “I’ve been asleep for 6 hours?” You gape at him, because on the Quinjet, the flight from New York to Romania would take 7 hours. Meaning you’ve been asleep for 6. “Wait,” you shake your head as a new thought enters your mind, “just how long, exactly, have I been sleeping on you?”

Steve's eyes move over your face slowly before he starts to smirk and looks away from you, facing forward now. “About 5 and a half hours.”

“What?!” You exclaim breathlessly, your face heating up which is an entirely new feeling for you. You never blush, this is not something that happens to you. Your hands shoot up to cover your cheeks, praying to the Goddess that he doesn’t notice in the low light of the Quinjets belly. “You’ve just been sitting here this whole time, letting me sleep on you?” You mumble softly, trying to make up for your voices abrupt volume just seconds ago.

He chuckles quietly, though it’s a deep, rich sound and it causes your heart to flutter as your cheeks heat up even more under your now slightly shaky hands. He shrugs a shoulder, “yeah, I sort of lost track of time. I’ve just been sitting here reading while you slept,” he picks up a book from the other side of him, one you hadn’t even noticed was there in the first place, showing it to you and then placing it back down on the bench.

“How could you even see the words in the dark?” You mumble confused, as you turn to him, your hands still on your cheeks and notice he is looking at you now. He raises a playful eyebrow at you, making that ridiculously beautiful chuckling sound once again, and obviously your heart flutters at it, just as it had before.

His hands raise up to gently grasp your wrists, the tingles shooting through your whole body instantly. You see him freeze and glance down at where your skin touches for a moment, confused, before he refocuses and begins to slowly pulls your hands from your face. “The super serum gave me a few enhancements when it comes to my eyesight. One of those being a night vision, of sorts. It’s not perfect, but it allows me to see just enough,” he smirks as his eyes move between your now extremely flushed cheeks, before flicking up to meet your probably anxious looking eyes.

You clear your throat, nodding as you go to turn away from him but a large hand on your cheek prevents you from turning your head at all.

“Don’t hide it,” he pleads softly, barely above a whisper and sounding far too breathy for your liking. You lock eyes with him, finding yourself trapped in his gaze like always. “I personally think it looks good on you,” he adds a moment later, at the same volume as before. His eyes glancing down to your cheeks, confirming he is talking about the blush.

You nod slowly, your brain all over the place and your mouth suddenly super dry. Like what is that about? Your breath hitches when you see his vision drop to your lips, which causes you to unconsciously lick them before you can think better of it. And thanks to your own heighten senses, you don’t miss his beautiful blues darkening as he watches your tongues movement.

And again before you can stop yourself, your eyes also lower to his lips, and oh Goddess how you want to kiss him. How you want to fling yourself at him and never let go.

You feel the pull, it’s urging you both to move closer, to seal the deal. To finally give in and let the Bond take control.

The silence in the space around you is both deathly still and impossibly electrified. The only sounds in your ears is that of both your fast paced heart beats, and the insanely sexy sounds of Steve’s now laboured breaths. And who knew the simple sound of someone just breathing could be so damn enticing, so utterly bewitching. This man will be the death of you, that much you knew.

‘A death we’d skip happily towards and take with honour,’ your wolf groggily pipes up, startling you momentarily. She’d been asleep this whole time as well, and you are actually surprised she hadn’t woken up at the same time as you. What with her always being fully intune with your surroundings and desperate to be near Steve. Clearly she hasn’t been sleeping well this last week either, which yeah, that isn’t exactly a shock to you. Not even in the slightest.

‘So, what did I miss?’ She asks excitedly, before adding with a dreamy sigh, ‘Goddess he looks amazing in that suit—Wait, why didn’t you wake me sooner, so I could appreciate him for longer?!’ She growls, obviously fully awake and alert now.

You roll your eyes in your mind at her, ‘oh, I’m so sorry, Your Highness. How rude of me to be so distracted that I couldn’t even think straight. My bad there, it won’t happen again. I promise.’

‘Don’t get loud with me, little girl,’ she narrows her eyes, but you can tell it’s playfully. ‘Though I must say, I have been enjoying this more feisty side of you lately. He’s clearly good for us.’

You are instantly reminded of where you currently are by her words, focusing back on the glorious man in front of you, only to promptly notice he is now much, much closer. His lips only an inch away from yours, his breath fanning across your face deliciously.

Your heart stutters at the nearness, as your breath hitches along with it. All you have to do is move just a little and his lips will be on yours. The stifling tension could be momentarily quelled with just that small, simple action alone.

‘Just do it already,’ she pleads desperately. ‘I know you are dying to know how it feels to kiss him. Just do it, just give in.’

Goddess, how right she is. But even with that said, you can’t ignore the persistent thought in the forefront of your mind. He has a girlfriend.

Just as you give that thought a slightly louder voice in your head, you see him shift a little, clearly going in for the kill and you quickly react to that. Lifting your right hand up and lightly placing your index and middle fingers on his lips, preventing them from reaching you. You sigh deeply as you pull back, seeing the confusion in his eyes, followed closely by regret then lastly sorrow. And instantly you know he is probably feeling rejected at the moment and that kills you. You aren’t rejecting him, you could never do that, you just can’t do this. This whole him having a girlfriend and you being the side piece. You are far too territorial and impulsive to be okay with that notion. You do not share, mainly and especially where your mate is concerned. It’s her or you, there is no grey area here.

‘What are you doing?’ Your wolf exclaims loudly, ‘he clearly wants this just as much as we do!’

‘No he doesn’t!’ You growl right back, ‘he is just acting on the Mate Bond. He has no clue as to why he has these urges, nor what is driving his actions right now. If we weren’t Mates, I highly doubt he’d even be interested in us as all.’

‘That is irrelevant because we are Mates! That isn’t going to change nor is it even worth discussing! This is Fate’s choice, he was picked for us for a reason! He completes us just as we do to him! Stop fighting this, stop going against it!’

‘I can’t. I won’t share him. I won’t allow this to go any further until he can be entirely ours,’ you internally shake your head. ‘My mind is made up and there is nothing you can say to change it.’

‘You are so maddening!’ She growls, snapping her jaw at you. ‘I can’t take this anymore, I’m going back to sleep. Wake me up when you’ve pulled your head out of your ass.’

Steve’s brows furrow still looking completely forlorn and dejected, which snaps you back to the real world before you can reply to your wolf’s angry words. You are instantly aware that he can probably see the conflict on your face currently; the anger at your situation and the talk you’re having with your wolf. Not that he’d know about that last part though.

“I’m so sorry, Steve,” you whisper, sighing again. “I can’t do this right now, but I promise this will all make sense one day—“

The sound of heavy footsteps halts your words there as you instantly pull back, creating some much needed space between you and your ridiculously good smelling Mate.

Your eyes snap over to the intruder, seeing a smug looking Bucky standing a few feet away now. He is glancing knowingly between the two of you, as if he is fully aware of the intense internal push and pull going on between you and Steve. The insane sexual tension that is attempting to suffocate you both at the moment.

You awkwardly cough trying to snap Steve out of it, when you notice he hasn’t moved an inch, and is still sitting there, leaning in towards you. His brows still furrowed as he just stares at you, completely ignoring the presence of his best friend. Either that, or his is honestly unaware Bucky is even standing there.

Luckily your awkward action snaps him out of it and he shakes his head before turning to look at his friend. His eyes widened just a little, instantly telling you did in fact have no idea the brunette was here. He shuffles his large body slightly, creating a little more room between the two of you. Though the giant smirk on Bucky’s lips tells you both that moving away from each other now is pointless, he saw enough to know what was actually going on here, just moments again.

“Ah, hey Buck,” Steve starts, his voice deeper, huskier than normal. Clearly affected by everything that had just happened. And Goddess, the deep timber of his voice now, makes you clench your eyes and thighs closed momentarily. Trying desperately to regain control of yourself and your wayward body. He abruptly clears his throat, “What’s going on? Is everything okay?”

Bucky’s smirk only grows larger at this—and you honestly didn’t even think that was possible. But clearly it was. “I feel like I should be asking the two of you that,” he glances slowly between you both, raising a brow as he does. His eyes finally settle on Steve, “Something I should know about, Punk?”

Steve furrows his brows again, though this time it’s directed at his best friend, before he shakes his head. “What did you need?” He swiftly ignores his friends remarks and tries to focus the conversation back to whatever Buck came here for originally.

Bucky clearly picks up on what Steve is doing, and for a second looks like he isn’t going to let this go so easily, but seems to think better of it. “Tony needs your help figuring out a good landing spot.”

Steve glances back at you for a second, before sighing with a nod and standing up. He goes to say something to you, opening his mouth to do so but then snaps it shut and nods to you before walking passed Bucky and towards the cockpit. You don’t miss the look Bucky gives him as he walks by though, the look screaming ‘we will talk about this later’. And thank Goddess you won’t be present for that conversation. You’ll make sure of it.

You hastily pull out your phone, both needing the distraction and hoping Bucky gets the hint and just leaves. You don’t want to talk to him right now, not with your insides raging with need and your mind hazy as it tries to catch up, and move passed everything that has just happened.

Though your efforts are clearly in vain as you continue to smell the brunette’s presence and then notice in your peripherals as he makes his way towards you, sitting down in the same place Steve just vacated. A few silent moments pass by, luckily giving you a chance to work through your various notifications.

“So,” Bucky starts slowly. And you know exactly what is to come. You sigh, because so much for having a small moment to collect yourself. To focus your mind elsewhere. “What was that all about?”

You shrug, “dunno what you’re talking about.”

He chuckles, “come on, Doll, give me a little more credit than that.”

You glance up from your device, looking towards him and seeing him still smirking as he just stares at you. You roll your eyes before looking back down at your phone, quickly opening and then skimming through the lengthy text message from John.

“Way to just dump my slumbering form on Steve. Thanks for that by the way,” you lightly chide him.

He scoffs, “like I actually had a choice. The second he saw you passed out on my shoulder he damn near ripped me off this bench.” He shakes his head, adding quietly, “he probably would have done just that, had it not most likely resulted in either waking you up or making you hit the floor.”

You snap your eyes to his, amusement clear in his light blues, but you say nothing as his words sink in.

“I’ve known that Punk my whole life, and I’ve never seen him look at anyone the way he looks at you. Nor have I ever had him look at me the way he did when he walked in here and saw us. If I knew any better, I’d say he was jealous.” He breaks the eye contact, looking ahead of himself, “that’s a lie. I know for a fact he was.”

“Why are you telling me this?” You whisper, “don’t friends have this unspoken packed to hold each other's secrets for life?”

He looks thoughtful for a second, before he side eyes you, “Normally yeah, I’ll take that guys secrets to the grave with me. But in this case, I’m worried he won’t make a move fast enough and then you’ll be gone, and he’ll have missed his only shot.”

This time you scoff, once again looking down at your phone. “What, do you not like Kelly or something?”

“Kelly?” He questions, sounding confused. “As in the HR chick?”

“I dunno,” you shrug, finally typing a reply to John as a distraction from the current topic. “Is that what she does here? She’s with HR?”

“What does she have to do with any of this?”

You halt your fingers, furrowing your brows, “I don’t see how she wouldn’t play a part in all of this,” you look at him, as if he has three heads. “She is kinda Steve’s girlfriend, after all.”

His eyes widen at your words, completely taken aback for a moment, before he chuckles and shakes his head. “Who told you that?”

You scrunch up your nose, “no one, but it wasn’t hard to figure out that they’re together.”

He opens his mouth but Sam’s voice echoing through the room cuts him off before he can even start. “Tin Man, Cap needs ya up front.”

Bucky nods, standing, “I’ll be right back, Doll.”

You turn your attention back to your phone, giving a small, quick wave off in reply, but not saying anything else, as you finish your message to John.

You step purposefully down the Quinjets ramp, wanting to get on with this all so that you can finally head home and get the hell away from these people. From Steve.

You’d ended up sending off that message to John and then sitting silently and alone for the next half hour, wracking your brain about everything. Buck never ended up coming back, neither did Steve, no one came to join you actually. Which was both a blessing and a curse.

You had the time you so desperately needed to think and breathe, but then it quickly turned to too much time as your mind began overthinking everything. Panicking about every little thing. The anxiety quickly skyrocketed within you and by the time the futuristic aircraft touched down, you were a frantic mess and more than ready to get the hell out of that flying tin can.

You didn’t wait for anyone, you didn’t ask for permission, the second the quinjet was fully settled on the ground, you got up and hit the button to lower the ramp. You didn’t need back up, nor did you need anyone following behind and slowing you down. You could do this entirely on your own, just as you had been doing for years. Heinrich was just a man, and no match for the likes of you. A pure-bred, fully trained warrior Wolf.

Yeah, no, Heinrich was fucking doomed. And to make matters worse, you were now irritable and cranky as hell. So he wasn’t exactly in for a treat when you did finally find him, you’d release all your pent up emotions on the hunt and capture of him and his henchman.

‘Let me at em,’ your wolf happily yips in your mind. ‘I haven’t had a good workout in over a week, I’m dying for a long run and a glorious take down.’

‘Me too, girl,’ you nod, ‘me too.’

You’d woken your wolf up as the aircraft was touching down, knowing she’d be too excited and distracted by the prospect of a hunt to even think of bringing Steve up again. So here you both were fully stepping off the Quinjet’s ramp and taking a deep inhale of the glorious forest air. This was your domain, this was the shit you were made for. This was the terrain you thrived in. Dense forests and never ending mountain ranges. You were at your best in locations like this, the lack of human presence allowing your heightened senses a small reprieve.

When you were in large cities, or heavily populated areas, it made pinpointing an exact scent rather difficult. Not impossible by any means, but it definitely took longer to hon in on it. And usually you’d have something that belonged to your target, so you’d know your ‘paydays’ scent signature before hand and could then search for the match.

However, you had nothing of Heinrich’s, so you’d have to just pinpoint any and all foreign smells that didn’t belong to the natural woods, and then track every one till you could actually set eyes on your guy. Thus allowing you to finally know his smell and use that to monitor and track him for a day or two, just while you checked the surrounding area fully, and worked out a feasible take down plan.

You glance around then readjust your large bag on your shoulder before setting off. You planned to get a little ways away from the Quinjet and then you’d put the things you needed in your special backpack and hide the rest. Once that was done, you’d shift into your wolf and allow her to take over. If it meant being in your wolf form for days, that was totally fine. It wouldn’t be the first time, and it definitely wouldn’t be the last.

Shifting back and forth between both forms was exhausting and took a lot out of you both, you’d need to sleep way more if you continuously shifted between the two. So once you became a wolf, you’d stay that way till you found him, only switching back to take him down as the less humans who know of your kind, the better.

Just as you are reaching the tree line, a loud voice sends a shiver down your spin as you cringed inwardly. Knowing exactly who that deep voice belongs to, and having hoped you’d get away before anyone noticed you were even gone. Mainly before he noticed you were.

“Y/N!”

‘He’s coming,’ your wolf says in a sing song voice. ‘Though sadly not in the way I wish he would.’

You halt your steps, ignoring her dirty remarks as you slowly spin on your heel to face him, groaning softly when you see his large, beautiful form running towards you now. How can one man be so damn attractive?!

‘Just imagine how he’d look with no clothes on right now,’ she purrs and you groan softly again. Because yeah, you totally just imagined it. Fuck.

A moment after he’d reached your spot, and still neither of you had uttered so much as a peep. Both just standing there awkwardly staring at each other. You sigh deeply, finally deciding to speak first, “can I help you Steve?”

“Where are you going?” He frowns down at you.

“I’m going to track down Heinrich,” you supply slowly, almost confused as to why he’d even need to ask that question.

“Alone?”

‘Not if you join us, big boy,’ your wolf replies. ‘The things we could do alone with him out here. Woo, I’m getting all hot and bothered just thinking about it,’ her tongue playfully falls from her mouth, dangling out of it.

You shush her as you glance around, the two of you being the only ones currently standing here. Then you nod slowly, biting your tongue to hold back the sarcastic remark now sitting on it’s tip. The one begging to be said. “Yes, alone,” you decide to say instead.

His frown is instantly gone as an intense emotion flashes through his beautiful eyes. Too fast for you to be able to catch, but judging by the vibes now coming off the large super soldier, he’s a wee bit mad at you. He shakes his head, “you weren’t even planning to tell any of us you were leaving, were you?”

“I wasn’t,” you agree, unfazed. “I will track him down and then radio you all the exact coordinates so you can come retrieve him and his men.”

“That’s it?” He says quickly. “You were just going to hitch a ride here, and then leave us all high and dry while you handled everything by yourself. What if you can’t take them all down on your own, Y/N, what then?”

‘Did he just—’ she gasps, feigning outrage. ‘Nope, nuh uh, he needs to be punished for that. Tell him to bend over, he’s getting an ass smack for questioning our skills.’ Though the wide cheeky grin now on her face tells you she just wants a reason to touch his butt, and that almost makes you laugh.

But you push it down and instead just shrug nonchalantly at him, “didn’t even think about that, as it would never even be a possibility. I know for a fact I can take every one of them down quickly, efficiently and entirely on my own. So no point in risking harm to you or any of your team. You guys can’t take time off to heal, you have an entire world to protect every day, whereas I do not.”

He shakes his head, the angry vibes rolling off him only getting more intense with each passing second, “what if you get hurt or captured or, or worse, and I—we have no clue where you are?”

“I won’t,” you affirm. Your wolf nodding in your mind in agreement.

He makes a noise at the back of his throat and you almost collapse right there and then, because it honestly sounded just like a growl. Oh Goddess, he growls too?! You are dead. This man has killed you—

“You are just so damn cocky!” He bellows lowly, his heated glare searing right through your skin now. Or at least it feels like it is, but you can’t tear your eyes away from him at the moment to actually check for burns. “You think you’re so invincible, and that nothing or no one can even touch you, but they can, Y/N. And one day they will.” He pauses and sighs deeply, as if attempting to quell his anger. “You don’t have to do this alone, and you can’t be so reckless all the time, you need to be more cautious with your safety. If something ever happened to you, I don’t,” he trails off, pinching the bridge of his nose as he clenches his eyes shut.

After a moment of this you reach out for his forearm, and urge him to continue gently, “You don’t, what?”

He sighs again as his eyes open as lock on yours, while he quietly says, “I know we barely know each other, but if anything happened to you, Y/N, I dunno what I’d do with myself.”

‘Oh my Goddess,’ your wolf says breathlessly, ‘did your heart just flutter from that too? Or was it just mine?!’

You sigh, it wasn’t just hers, yours had fluttered as well. You’d barely had any fight in you to begin with, but you sure as shit don’t have any left now. Not with his soft, shaky and slightly scared words replaying in your mind.

“Look Steve, I know I’m starting to sound like a broken record here,” you deflate a little, “but I meant it when I said I’m used to going it alone. I’m not used to having people to rely on, and I’m definitely not used to having people worry about me. I know you can’t understand why I’m able to be so,” you scrunch up your nose at his choice of words, “cocky. But I promise you, I know exactly what I’m capable of and just how far I can take that. What may seem reckless to you, is in fact timid in comparison to my true skills. And that’s not being full of myself, that’s being entirely honest. There is so much you don’t know about me, or this world, and if you did, you’d fully understand why I am the way I am.”

He stares at you intensely for a moment, before his eyes drift slowly over your whole form. The look in them as they skim your every bump and curve, causes the fine hairs on your body to stand tall at his appraising. “Then show me,” he challenges as his eyes finally connect with yours again.

‘We’ll show you something alright,’ she says flirtatiously.

“Steve,” you groan, feeling entirely flustered at not only the full scan you’d just received but your wolfs words as well. “It’s not that simple. You aren’t ready to find out just yet, and I refuse to push you into this all before you’re ready.”

“I’m not letting you go it alone, now that I’ve caught you. So you might as well just show me, or I’m sure I’ll just figure it out on my own eventually.” He shrugs, “Plus I’m a fast learner, if you hadn’t already gathered that yet.”

You glare up at him, not enjoying that he is forcing your hand here. You could just agree to this all and then promptly lose him in the woods somewhere close by so he could find the Quinjet again. Yeah, that could work.

‘That is a horrible fucking plan,’ your wolf rolls her eyes. ‘What if he gets lost? What if he gets hurt?’

‘We could deal with those possibilities when or if they arise. He’s a smart guy, he’s made it his entire life without us watching out for him.’

‘Maybe so, but he is our responsibility now. We aren’t just going to ditch him in the middle of the woods, so get that idea out of your head.’

‘You know that means he’ll have to learn what we are then,’ you point out. ‘He isn’t ready for that just yet.’

‘Oh pfft,’ she drags out the sound, ‘he totally is. And I’m ready for my close up, I want him to see my full form,’ she give you a wolfish grin. ‘It’s my turn to show off.’

‘Fine,’ you grumble, knowing you aren’t going to win this one. You are smart enough to know when to pick your battles with her. And this is not one you should choose.

You sigh, defeatedly, “Fine, you can tag along. But if you slow me down, I’ll leave you behind,” you warn, pointing a finger up at the tall mountain of a man.

“Whether or not I was joining you was never up for debate,” he says, raising a brow at you as if curious why your response to him didn’t really line up, or make sense. If only he knew you were currently having two conversations at once. Though from the looks of it, he’ll know that little fact soon enough. “I told you I wasn’t letting you go alone. The only thing in question now is how I’m going to learn what this secret information about you is.”

Shit. Right. “Ah, yeah, yes. That. Um,” you glance around, still not seeing anyone nearby. Your eyes lock with his, “alright, I’ll tell you. Just not here.” You turn on your heel and continue on your way, not checking if he is following or not because A) you know he wouldn’t let you get away now. And B) you can still smell him behind you.

You both walk in silence for a while, your wolf is nonstop harassing you to tell him already so she can come out to ‘play’, her words, not yours. And they only stand to make you more nervous about this all now—I mean, she isn’t going to just straight up mount him. It doesn’t really have the same affect as you’re kind of a woman and all. And I guess she can’t exactly talk to him either, so that helps.

But yet deep down you still just know, she will find some way to embarrass you both, and you really aren’t interested in that at the moment.

‘Oh, I’d straight up mount him in a heartbeat. Don’t count that out just yet,’ she comments unhelpfully. ‘Though, I’d prefer it if he mounted me.’

‘Okay, nope, fuck this. This isn’t happening today,’ you shake your head, in your head. And yeah, it’s still weird. ‘We will just plan to do this some other time.’

She rolls her eyes, ‘please. Waiting won’t change a damn thing. This is going to have to be done eventually, so just embrace it and let it happen. Because either way, when it does happen, someone is getting mounted. Jury’s just still out on whether it will be us or him, though.’

You groan internally at her. ‘You honestly just have no chill. You know that?’

‘Oh, I’m well aware,’ she snickers, ‘that man just steams all the chill right out of me. Him and his ridiculously hot body.’ She sighs dreamily, ‘I mean just look at his ass, you could bounce a damn quarter off that thing.’

You side eye Steve’s ass, him having fallen into step beside you now, and groan internally again. Agitated by the fact she is entirely correct, you probably could bounce a quarter off it.

“You okay?” His voice snaps you back to reality.

“I’m sorry?” You stupidly ask, unsure why he choose now, of all times, to speak up. As if he could read your mind, and thank Goddess he can’t yet, that would not be good currently.

“You just randomly groaned, are you okay?” He clarifies and you instantly realize that the action you thought was internal, was in fact the opposite of that.

“Oh, ah,” your steps falter for a second, as your wolf’s cackles echo in your mind. “I just thought of something. It’s not important though,” you wave it off.

She abruptly stops laughing, as she wryly says, ‘wow, amazing excuse again. Did that take long to come up with?’ To which you just shush her again.

“Oh yeah?” He glances down at you as you both continue to walk. “And what was that?” He challenges, and the disbelieving amusement in his voice is as loud as a damn drum.

You scrunch up your features, knowing you have no response to that question. “Like I said, not important. But uh,” you pause, trying to figure out something to say to change the topic of this conversation. “So you got my reference to Leela this morning?”

‘Good save,’ she rolls her eyes.

He chuckles, the sound informing you that he is well aware you are trying to distract him. But luckily he bites, “I did. I’ve watched a few of the seasons.”

“I can’t believe you’ve watched Futurama,” you giggle, the image of the 100 year old, super soldier sitting in front of a TV watching Bender get drunk and Fry navigate the new world flashing in your mind. “Who told you to watch it?”

“It’s definitely an acquired taste,” he chuckles and shakes his head. “And Tony did, it was actually at the top of his list of ‘things I needed to catch up on’. He said I’d be able to relate with Fry, and everything he’d been through. I had no idea what he meant by that till I started watching it and yeah, I get what he meant now.”

“Oh my Goddess,” you instantly halt your steps, bursting out laughing as you realize what he’s talking about. Fry was frozen in time and woke up far in the future. Holy shit, that’s the greatest thing you’ve ever heard. You’re laughing so hard you have to actually bend over to place your hands on your knees so you don’t collapse.

You finally calm yourself down after a few moments, “I can’t believe I didn’t even think of that. Oh man, I am totally going to high five Tony when we get back. He really is a genius.”

“Yeah, it’s a pretty fitting show. Though there were a bunch of things I didn’t fully understand, but it had it’s funny moments for sure.” He laughs and shakes his head, “please don’t tell Tony that genius part, it will just go right to his already large ego.”

“Deal,” you nod, still laughing a little. “I’ll keep that comment to myself.”

He smiles down at you in thanks and then you both continue on a little ways, talking about the things he’s caught up on, and stuff he still needs to. You give him a few suggestions, knowing he’ll have similar tastes to you. Ya know, since you’re Fated Mates and all.

You reach a small clearing and decide this is as good a place as any to finally let your secret out. You halt your steps and Steve does as well. “I think here is good.” You drop your bag on the ground, opening it and pulling out your special backpack. You quickly shift the few things you need into it, before walking over to the tree line to hide your duffle bag and left over clothes. Then you make your way back to Steve, standing beside your backpack that is now just sitting on the ground.

“Now you have to promise not to freak out, okay?” You say hesitantly, you can even hear the nerves now in your voice. So you know for a fact Steve can as well.

He furrows his brows but nods, “okay.”

You glance around, taking a moment to level out your breathing. “This will be a little intense to watch the first time. But don’t panic, I would never hurt you, nor would ah,” you falter unsure what to call her, “nor would my um, my alter ego. Trust me, she already adores you, so the only thing you are at risk of is being licked.” You sigh, mumbling to yourself, “and possibly being mounted.”

His eyes go wide at that, “being what?”

“Shit,” you cringe, “you heard that?”

He stares at you for a second, then nods and you can now see a sparkle in his eyes. He is clearly finding this funny, or amusing at the very least. “Who exactly is planning to mount me?”

‘That’d be me,’ she cheekily replies in your head.

“You’ll see,” you sigh. “Now, once I’m shifted, I won’t be able to talk to you. But I will be able to hear and understand you. I’ll only shift for a few moments so you can get a feel for everything and then we can have a small talk about it, if you want. Okay?”

“Shift?” He gives you a once over again, much quicker this time. “Shift into what?”

“It’s honestly easier to just show you. If I told you, you’d probably think I was crazy. I’ll wait till you’re ready,” you say as you bend down and untie your shoes, kicking them off and removing your socks before putting them all in your bag.

“Okay,” he says slowly, taking a small step back. “I think I’m ready.”

You nod, reaching down for the hem of your shirt and instantly seeing Steves eyes hon in on your movements. You falter for just a second, you’ve never been embarrassed by nudity before, but this is an entirely new experience for you. This is your True Mate, this will be the first time he ever lays eyes on your naked form. What if he doesn’t like what he sees? What if he isn’t ready to see all of you yet? Humans are so weird about this stuff.

“Um, unless you want a show, I’d maybe recommend you turn around for this part.”

His eyes flick up to yours, as if he’d just been totally distracted by what your hands were about to do. He doesn’t say anything, nor does he turn around, so you assume that’s the go ahead for you to continue. You quickly pull the shirt over your head, pushing it into your backpack and then moving to remove your jeans next. You undo the button, and lower the zipper, then tug them down your legs and put them in your bag as well. Leaving you just in your undergarments, standing in a field, in front of your True Mate.

Who honestly looks completely lost currently. Like he has no clue what is going on, or what he should be doing at the moment. But as if like a punch to the stomach, he snaps out of it and his eyes slowly drift over your near naked form. The intense trail they travel along leaving you hot and flustered, as goosebumps rise over the skin under is unwavering gaze.

When his eyes finally reach yours again, they are considerably darker. And you can’t miss the lust now swimming within them. He takes a small step towards you, and oh Goddess, now all you can think about is jumping this man, right here in this field and having your way with him.

Your hands reach behind and unclasp your bra, and that seems to snap him out of the heated standoff you are both currently stuck in. Instantly his cheeks begin to turn bright red, the colour moving up from his neck at a rapid pace and ending in his ears. He abruptly spins around, “I’m ah,” he clears his throat. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to just stand there, staring.”

You grin at how flustered he is now, glad you aren’t the only one, “I didn’t mind at all. You could have kept staring, wouldn’t have bothered me any.”

“That’s um,” you see his head shake. “That’s okay, I shouldn’t have been watching. I should have given you your privacy when you first started doing um,” he gestures with a hand behind himself, towards you, “that.”

You chuckle, “it’s okay, Steve. You don’t have to feel awkward or guilty for wanting to watch. Trust me, nudity doesn’t bother me in the slightest. You’ll figure that out soon enough.” You remove your bra, your panties following right behind and then tuck them both in the bag before zipping it up and attaching it to your back.

“Okay, but why are you ah,” he shifts a little on his feet, “getting undressed, exactly?”

“You’ll see in a few seconds,” you take a deep breath, closing your eyes and focusing your thoughts on your wolf. Pulling her to the front of your mind and giving her full control of the reigns. It only takes a few seconds to shift and land on all fours, you now being the voice inside her head as she takes on the entire command of this forms movements.

And now your heart is pumping wildly in your chest, because here it is. The moment of truth. Is he going to be okay with this? Or is he going to take one look at you and run in the complete opposite direction? Oh Goddess, please let him be good with all of this. Not only for your sake, but for your wolf’s, as well.

With a deep breath in, you prepare yourself for what’s about to unfold. Because it’s now or never.

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