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probably-writing-x · 2 years ago

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Curtains Closed - Part 3

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Warnings: I dont thinkkk there's anything, just hella fluff

Author's Note: Your wish is my command... I hope this doesn't disappoint <3 Thank you for all of the love on curtains closed, it has been so fun to write !!

A year today. A whole year had passed. You'd shot and released a film, won an Oscar, got a new apartment in New York, released your own makeup brand, and were now in the audition process for a new film you were hoping to get. An entire year of your life, the highs lows and the inbetweens - all of it without Drew.

Since the Vanity Fair party, the two of you hadn't spoken. It was a relief to realise he wasn't dating Emily, but it didn't change anything else. You weren't ready to date him again without feeling that same jealousy and distrust that had driven you apart in the first place. You needed to know that if you got together again, it would stick.

"I don't know what to wear," You groan to Madelyn over facetime, holding up two outfit options, "They haven't told me anything."

"Just wear something comfortable," She encourages, "They're going to be more concerned about having Academy Award Winner (Y/N) (Y/L/N) in their film than about what you're wearing."

"I don't know why I'm so nervous, I just have a terrible feeling about this," You groan, pulling the black pair of leggings over your thighs.

Today you had a chemistry read with the person who would be possibly playing your love interest in the film, meaning the casting directors had to make sure that you would be a convincing fit for the roles. The last time you'd had a love interest of any kind on screen, it was Drew.

"Alright, I think this is okay," You take a deep breath, fixing the bottom of your oversized sweatshirt over your waist, "I need to down a coffee and then I need to go."

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You arrive at the audition with a minute to spare, hurrying through the door with a glimmer of sweat breaking through your light makeup.

"God, I'm not late am I?" You wince at the girl on reception.

She smiles and shakes her head, "Don't worry, you're all good. And I'm pretty sure they would wait for you anyway."

You take a deep breath, "Is the guy already here?"

She looks at you with a frown between her brows, "They haven't told you who you're reading with?"

You stare at her for a second, a little taken aback, "Why? Should I be concerned?"

As if on cue, the two of you reach the door to the audition room and she opens it for you to go through.

This is the feeling, isn't it? That feeling of your words dropping from your throat, your heart dropping out of your chest, colliding with the butterflies that are now on a rampage inside your stomach.

"Drew."

He is still every part of him. Tall, shoulders broad, bright eyes, the defined structure of his face, hair growing out longer than the last time you'd seen him, messy and perfect around his face.

"I didn't know you'd-"

"Be here," He finishes your sentence for you, "Yeah, me neither."

You can tell by the slight breathlessness in his voice; he'd lost all of his words too.

"Is everything okay guys?" The casting director frowns and both of you whip your heads around to look at her and the rest of the panel, like you'd both just been caught in the act.

Drew's eyes turn back to you almost as quickly as they'd left. You blink a couple of times at the table of people waiting for you, trying to draw yourself back to some level of professional reality, "Yeah, everything's fine."

"Alright, are you two ready to start with the scene?"

No. Not a single part of you was ready.

"Of course," You force a smile, one that you had gotten used to faking.

"Yeah, of course," Drew must be good at faking too.

~~~

"I don't know who you think you are, but this isn't you, this isn't us," You read the line aloud, trying with everything you could to draw yourself away from your own body and into the character.

"And what is us anymore?" Drew responds, his eyes hunting for yours.

You look up at him and see the emotion behind him, the vision of him and the character seemingly blurring into one in front of you, "Maybe there isn't an us, maybe that's the problem."

He swallows the lump in his throat, dropping his arm from where it had been gripping onto the script, letting it rest aimlessly in his hand - now that his eyes have latched onto yours, he's sure that is all he needs;

"I'm not ready to give this up. Not now. I don't care how long that takes, I don't care if I'm waiting up every night for the next time you're next to me in bed, I don't care how far I have to go, I'm not losing you. This, whatever you want to call it, it's not ever going to be worth losing," There's a quiver in his voice, "I regret it all, I do. Every single bit of it that made me lose you. And I'll work every day to change that, but I need you there with me, for it all."

Your character is meant to speak, but there are tears in your eyes and an unknown certainty that he was speaking to you and not to the words you were supposed to return with.

"I don't care how long it takes for me to convince you to believe me again," Drew shakes his head, "I love you, (Y/N)."

You watch his cheeks flush red at that almost instantly, his mouth opening and shutting to try and find the words.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean-" He scratches at the back of his neck, looking at the script again as he fumbles over the paper in his hands, "Nessa, I meant Nessa."

The main casting director clasps her hands together, "Don't worry about it Drew, that's what multiple takes are for anyway," She laughs.

Your eyes haven't left him yet, as he turns his head to look at the crew all with their attention on the pair of you.

"I think we've seen all we need to see from the two of you today, thank you for coming in," She continues, "(Y/N), is everything okay?"

Your eyes are still brimming with tears, and it takes you longer than it should to turn to her and try to respond through the bubbling emotion in your throat, "Yes."

~~~

It feels like an air of reality hits you as soon as you step outside of the building, onto the harsh normality of the New York streets.

"I'm so sorry, I really didn't know you'd be here," Drew comments, dragging a hand through his hair, "I would've at least warned you if I knew."

"Did you mean it?" You cut in through his words, your voice still shaky like the tremble in your hands.

"Did I-"

"Did you mean it? Were you talking to me or the character?"

His eyes find you and yours are on him, and it feels like you're seeing each other for the first time in twelve months. You see it all in that moment. The way he'd kissed you, the way his hands always found perfect position on your curves, the way he knew your words before you spoke, knew your memories before you'd made them. The way he'd held your heart and promised to keep it. And, in that moment, you realised he'd never broken that promise - you'd taken it from him.

"(Y/N) I-" He breaks the silence, letting out a quivering breath, "It's you, it's always you."

You're sure your heart swells in that moment, the moment where fireworks explode around the soulmates in the film, the moment you know it's forever.

"What are you doing right now? Do you have plans?" You ask quickly, fighting to not stumble over your words.

"No, um, nothing," He clears his throat, "Nothing."

"How does coffee sound?"

You're taken back to two years ago, the two of you young and foolish on set together, playing two characters that were stumbling over themselves to fall in love. The way you'd felt exactly the same for Drew as you had for his character then. But those characters weren't going to last - they were naïve and it was all passion and misplaced love. These two characters were different. They'd aged and broken their own hearts, learnt more about themselves than they'd ever let someone see before. And that, this, was the thing that lasted.

"Coffee sounds great," Drew nods, "Something tells me we've got a lot to catch up on."

You shrug your shoulders and let the inevitable smile break its way onto your features, "Oh, you know, just the usual."

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orbitariums · 4 years ago

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𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦 | 𝐢 𝐜��𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 | 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 (𝟖)

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warnings: smut, the cursed d word (daddy!)

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𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 | 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

All while Steve was spilling out his heart to you, for some reason you weren't expecting that to be the result of what he was saying. He was talking so much, making you a little nervous, and you weren't paying much attention to what he was really getting down to saying because of your nerves. But you realized it was so painstakingly obvious what he was getting down to, and because of that realization you couldn't help but let out a huff of a girlish, dumbfounded titter. You weren't able to wipe the smile off of your face after that, questioning silently if this was really happening.

Just like Steve, you knew the potential your friendship had to be something more, but you had never expected anything to actually come of it. You figured you would both stay floating in the awareness, only ever drawing attention to it through flirty remarks and cute selfies. As much as you had been through with Steve, you felt that he had made it clear that he was taking everything very slow and still being careful when it came to you.

You had felt that he was loosening up with you and becoming more comfortable, but you definitely didn't think that this was even on his mind. He was good at hiding his feelings, this came as a bit of a shock to you, even though the attraction you had for each other made sense and wasn't nonexistent.

And you definitely weren't thinking of it nearly as much as Steve was, because you weren't expecting anything from him. You were staying grounded and realistic when it came to this outlandish situation. And when it came to your own mindset, you weren't really looking for anything right now. You were just enjoying your life and the feeling of being alone. Not being bothered to look for relationships or being in anything serious felt essential for your growth and understanding of the world.

You were single and yet unavailable, a choice you made for yourself. But when it came to Steve, you were willing to listen. You didn't know how far you would go, but you knew you'd be crazy not to at least listen to him. You were a mixture of shocked, nerve wracked, and anticipatory.

Now back to earth. Steve was looking at your face, a smile glued to your lips, your eyes widened in surprise and amusement like he'd just popped the question. One side of his lip quirked up into a smile, hope glinting in his sweet blue eyes as he waited for your verbal response. You found it cute, the way he tried to appear as nonchalant as possible, but those ocean eyes gave it all away. And even more was beginning to shock you, the bud of a little crush that had been planted in the pit of your stomach beginning to sprout and grow upwards, because you were realizing you could see him in that way too.

You were surprised to see that you were finding him cute instead of strong and buff at the moment, that he was pouring his feelings out to you, instead of the other way around. In this moment, he was the vulnerable one. You had been vulnerable for him before, but it wouldn't end up the same way it had.

That was why you finally spoke and said,

"Steve... I think I like you too."

Steve, although he had been confident in your reaction and confident in himself in this moment, let out a relieved chuckle. He felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, clearing the skies which were so full, erratic with colors that he didn't understand. But as he told you how he felt, he knew that he was making the right decision.

All his life had been full of confusion, this feeling of dissonance, the knowledge that he didn't truly fit in, and this trickled into his understanding of relationships. He had a certain capacity when it came to connecting with people on a level that was more than platonic. When it came to you, the platonic connection you had was undeniable, you shared a connection that was non-romantic as well as romantic. Why not explore beyond the platonic?

You laughed gently, covering your mouth with your hand, your brows furrowed up, less because you were confused and more because you were so bemused by the whole situation. It was real, but it seemed so far-fetched to assume that something like this could happen to you. It was so casual, a man expressing his feelings for a woman. But he wasn't just any man, and you weren't just any woman- and these feelings weren't for the light at heart.

"This is... weird," you blurted out, for lack of a better word. You felt a little ditzy, responding this way, but you hadn't been expecting this, it came so suddenly that you hadn't even processed all your emotions yet. For now, you could only afford to be shocked and excited. You weren't fully thinking it out, but that didn't seem like it would be a problem. Once again, Steve had caught you off guard, but this time in the best of ways. "Did you draft this out? I feel like you practiced this."

Steve practically blushed, and it felt good to know you had that effect on him. He peeked through squinted eyes while he replied, like he was shy to reveal the answer,

"A little bit."

"Oh my god," you laughed, shaking your head.

For some reason, the natural light in your apartment seemed so much brighter now, filling you up and awakening your senses. You felt full with it, light and a feeling of certainty, that as strange as things were, this was how it was supposed to be. Sometimes you felt like the universe was laughing at you. Now you felt like the universe was laughing with you.

You couldn't shake the feeling that you weren't expecting this and that you didn't think anything legitimate would come of this. It all circled back to the fact that you were set just being by yourself, with no lover and no one to expect anything of, no one who would expect anything from you either. So to hear Steve saying something like this, while it was exciting, was also something you weren't prepared for. You enjoyed being alone in your post healing space, and you weren't sure how much you'd be able to handle from here on out. You didn't know how ready you were.

But you were staying calm, not letting that bog you down. The confession itself felt monumental. Your excitement and giddiness washed out the slightly halting feeling of omniscience regarding yourself, your relationship habits and where you were in your life.

"Uhm," you chuckled, breathing a puff of air out from your nose. You subconsciously played with your hair as a way to cope with your nerves. "Honestly, I wasn't expecting this at all, I really don't even know what to say." You face palmed, chuckling at yourself. "I'm sorry, I'm usually less... this."

By this, you meant scrambled up and unable to communicate efficiently. You felt like you should have more words than what you were giving, but Steve had truly caught you off guard. You were trying not to get too giddy, trying to retain some sense of logic like you always did. This was one of those rare blissful moments where you forgot yourself in the presence of another.

"Think you've said all you needed to say. It would've been a bit awkward if you had said anything else."

Your mind flashed back to the dreaded session with Steve where he'd left so abruptly, and you barked out a laugh.

"You're telling me." As you settled more into the realization - not that it was a situation you could get used to very quickly (you had just gotten accustomed to Steve's Avenger status, and now this) - you realized there was something you wanted to know. "So... what prompted you to tell me this?"

You noticed the way Steve started blushing when you asked him the question. You were simply curious, and now that some of your awareness was returning, it was something you felt might help you understand the situation more. You wanted to make sure you were interpreting everything correctly, that you weren't misunderstanding his intentions. You felt secure enough with Steve, but it was in your nature to want to know everything, to grasp around for a true understanding. You wanted to know what you were dealing with, especially because it was something you weren't even expecting.

Steve took in a deep breath in order to absorb everything that he wanted to say.

"I think I knew for a while that there was this potential for more. I knew there was something there, that I was having those thoughts. But I never really fully gave in to those thoughts. I was just sort of letting them float there, you know. Because I didn't think it was serious, because it wasn't hurting me. But I think I sort of realized that it doesn't necessarily have to hurt in order to be something that should be addressed. I realized that the way I feel for you wasn't just something I should keep to myself, that I needed to tell you. I was thinking about you so much every day, and I... liked it. It didn't scare me."

Your chest began to feel warm and full as Steve explained himself, and you couldn't help the heat that rushed to your cheeks. To hear him actually confessing his feelings to you, telling you why he had to tell you, was something so unexpected, something that made you feel so full. It had been a while since you'd been romantically involved with anyone, and that was specifically because of the toxic relationships you had been in before. You didn't involve yourself with just any person, not when it came to serious feelings.

It was why with Steve you weren't head over heels, among plenty of other reasons that you had already addressed. And while you didn't necessarily give in to the same feelings that Steve gave into, it didn't mean that you were going to push him away. You had been so focused on yourself. But in this moment? You could see yourself with Steve Rogers.

The corner of your lip twitched upward in a jolly smile,

"Steve, I can't tell you what it means to hear this from you. I mean, it's definitely something I wasn't expecting, and I can say I was thinking about the way I feel for you too. I wasn't giving in either, because I'm just not in that mindset right now, and I thought it would be better to keep my head, and not to expect anything. But I have feelings for you, too. And I'd love to explore what that means with you," you admitted, a small smile on your face as you spoke your truth.

Steve nodded. All this time he'd been talking to you, it was like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Not that his feelings were weighing him down in a bad way, but he had to fulfill this urge to tell you, especially after what he'd done. And he felt that what he had done was necessary to confess, no matter how embarrassing it might feel to admit. He didn't want you to be in the dark about the things he had done to himself as a result of you.

Even with all you'd been through, all the explicit things you had shared with each other, he felt embarrassed to say this aloud. He felt like any way he tried to construe it would sound weird, so in his head he was telling himself to just say it outright, but his mouth was far quicker than his brain. He stuttered as he tried and failed to explain himself,

"Well, there- there was something specific that happened. It- well, it was a weirddd, it was a moment of... I-I can't really pinpoint-"

You raised your brows playfully, very amused by his stuttering speech, and you nodded as if he were making sense.

"Yes, I understand," you teased him, and he laughed, shaking his head.

"Sorry," he apologized quickly. "It's just, this feels so odd of me to say. But you sent a picture of yourself on Snapchat, I don't even think you were thinking of it, honestly. But it made me think. I um..."

You smirked as you realized the point that he was getting to. He didn't even have to say it explicitly. With all your experience as a cam girl, you knew what he was implying. Your voice became saccharine sweet, and your head assumed a teasing tilt as you cooed at him,

"Stevie, did you get off to my picture?"

Judging by the way he went red yet again and nodded with an embarrassed smile on his face, you were right. You couldn't help but laugh, not to spite him, but because it was almost surprising to you. You saw Steve as pretty disciplined, and he had made a point of establishing that he wanted to communicate with you as simply friends. That was why he didn't add you on your more explicit private snapchat nor did he watch your cam shows for the past few weeks. You found it surprisingly cute that a simple selfie could send him over the edge - then again, it made sense that this would be something that he'd want to tell you, and that it would relate to admitting his feelings for you.

Your sugary sweet, teasing voice brought him back to his days of watching you on your cam shows, how you would coo at him and help him get off. The reminder only made him more bashful. You couldn't help but go on, smiling in satisfaction. You couldn't lie - it made you feel a bit cocky that you could get him to that point. Sure, men did a lot of things because of you, but those were men online who you didn't care for as much as you cared for Stevie. You figured he was embarrassed because he thought it was creepy, but you honestly didn't mind. Men had done worse. And besides, it was Steve after all. You had a history.

"Steve! That's so romantic!" you chirped, watching as he seemed to sink shyly into his seat. It was like you were there with him, the way you could feel his awkward energy through your screen. "Which one was it?"

"The one you sent on the way to the beach," Steve murmured, peeking out from the hand he had over his eyes.

You hummed,

"Hmm, I don't remember that. Honestly, though, Steve, I think that's really cute. And really hot. Don't be embarrassed."

Steve chuckled, shrugging,

"I dunno, I wasn't expecting it. It was what made me feel like I should tell you, because I wasn't just thinking about your picture. I was thinking about you. You know? It was more like... it wasn't just sexual. And I realized afterwards that it brought me to that point because I was so frustrated because I wasn't letting myself give in to the feelings I had for you. And... it was a really nice picture."

You giggled, but past your amusement, you were glad he was telling you these things, no matter how much it might have embarrassed him.

"Steve..." was all you could say, a smile lingering on your face. "You're real sweet."

He scratched the nape of his neck and looked down. For everything you'd been through, you still made him nervous, in the best way possible. And now that the mutual feelings were out there, he could relish each moment just the way it was meant to be.

"I'm glad you feel the same way. It's weird, I was trying to figure out if I was just too excited because this is so new to me. But now I know it's not."

"Same," you nodded. "I mean, I haven't really been attached to one person in a really long time. I was off that. But if there's going to be one person, I want it to be you."

Steve swallowed hard. There was no doubt these feelings were real. And hearing this from you just confirmed that.

"Me too. Just you."

You smiled for a moment, but you couldn't help your true demeanor, the part of you that needed logic and assortment. This was lovely, but you felt like there just had to be more. Although you thought, how much more could there be? You were miles away, in such different situations in your lives. You didn't want to just go on the same way you had been, not after he told you this. There had to be something more after this, even if neither of you knew what it would be. So you asked,

"So... what next?"

Steve couldn't say he didn't expect this question from you. He knew you'd want to know where you'd go from this point. And he didn't want to leave you blindsided the way he had when he revealed himself. He wanted to have a plan. He was the grown person in the relationship, he was supposed to have an idea of what was next. But he hadn't fully thought that out yet.

There was only one thing he thought of that could be solid, but he wasn't sure how that would work. And he wasn't sure if he felt secure enough in himself to let it happen. He had mixed feelings about it. So he didn't bring it up just yet. Despite how stupid he felt shrugging, he did so anyway, and replied,

"Honestly, I'm not sure. There's not much that we can do, is there?"

You squinted, doubtful of his response. Just like him, you had been thinking of the options, and only one thing seemed solid to you. One thing to do after you realized you both had feelings for each other, to sort of seal the deal, to close the gap. And by the curious look on your face, Steve had no doubts that you were thinking the same thing as him.

"Isn't there?" you inquired with a suggestive cock of your head.

For all his mixed feelings, Steve felt an overwhelming wave of positivity rush over him when he saw that you were on the same page. You were sharp, there was no doubt about that. He didn't have to question if you were suggesting the same thing he was thinking about. It was bemusing to him, the way that you were quick to clock.

"You wanna meet me," Steve stated, as if it were a simple fact - and honestly, it was.

You both had clicked without having to communicate. And neither of you thought it was far fetched. It made sense. It felt pointless to have this confession without there being some way to seal these feelings in in person. That had to be what was up next. You already talked online, texted each other. Doing anything else in order to define these feelings would feel trivial.

And Steve couldn't deny that lately he had been feeling like he wanted to meet you in person. Before, it was hardly even a thought. But once he realized how he felt for you, it was something that he was fantasizing about just a bit. But it was merely a fantasy of his, not something he was gearing up to actualize.

You nodded slowly, though your heart was pounding at the mere thought of actually breaking the distance. Knowing him, talking to him was so surreal to begin with. You didn't ever expect things to get to this point, or to be talking about meeting him. Not in this circumstance, not at all.

"If that's something that you are... okay with. I'm not rushing anything."

And it was true, you weren't just making excuses. You weren't rushing anything. You just figured it was the only logical thing to do. After all, you had your own life. It wasn't life or death if you met him, but it just made sense. You'd have to sort things out, as you were sure he'd have to. You weren't aiming too high. You figured this was something that the two of you could possibly achieve in the future, just as a "next step."

You also wanted to make sure Steve was serious about this, that you wouldn't just be left hanging by a thread, not after you had had this talk together. Not after you were preparing to commit yourself to someone, something that wasn't even in your mind beforehand.

And even though Steve had mixed feelings for all the right reasons, he wanted to respect what you wanted. He knew you, and he knew you weren't just dying to meet him, that it wasn't something that would just drive you crazy. You were level headed enough, you had enough going for yourself. Still, if you were on the same page, he wanted to actualize your wishes. And he agreed that it was the logical thing to do - there was just so much that would go into making this actually work. Both you and Steve knew you couldn't just jump into it, but that it had to at least be a possibility.

So he didn't let this scare him, didn't let these mixed feelings send him overboard like he might have before. He was long past that. He just took everything in calmly, because it was what he owed you. Direction, logic, and peace. Hell, it was what he owed himself.

He nodded,

"You're not rushing anything. I understand, it makes sense."

You nodded, glad you and Steve were on the same page. You didn't intend on letting your guard down completely- just because you were comfortable with Steve didn't mean that you were just going to act head over heels for him and lose all sense of reality. You were still YN, a sensible, strong woman who had boundaries and standards for those who pursued you romantically. Steve was special, but he wasn't an exception. You needed a plan. Needed security.

And Steve definitely expected that from you, it was why he knew that he needed to have a plan. He sometimes felt like you were too good for him- that he didn't have a clue when it came to these things sometimes, and that he'd do something foolish and lose you. He knew he had to get a clue, and quick. All he cared about was treating you right, especially considering the age difference - you were a grown woman, but he was even older. He had a certain responsibility. It didn't mean he had to be the leader in the relationship, whatever it came to be, because you showed enough leader qualities yourself. But it meant that he couldn't leave things open ended all the time, that he had to show you he was serious.

When it came to meeting you in person, there were so many things giving Steve mixed feelings. It would be no greater delight than to see you in person. He already enjoyed you so much over the screen. He had no worries that the connection you had over the internet wouldn't translate in real life, as long as he didn't overthink it. It was more a question of time, of his own leadership role in his team.

Would it get in the way of his job if he was with a woman he had never seen in real life? Would that interfere with his team dynamic in some way? And how could he do so in a way that would keep you safe, from media, from threats, from anything that would get in the way of you and him. There were just so many things that could go wrong, and all for one delicious prize: seeing you face to face without a screen cutting through.

So, like you, he wasn't jumping into it. But it was on your mind, so he knew he would have to consider it seriously. If this was what the next step would be, he couldn't fuck around too long. He had no intention of stringing you along, of putting this idea out there and then leaving you unsatisfied when he couldn't commit to that next step. So in his mind, there was a distant knowledge that he would have to commit, that this would have to happen at some point. But he didn't want to think about it too much just yet. He wanted to enjoy this moment.

Your voice interrupted his thoughts,

"Right. It makes sense. I mean, considering your... life, for lack of a better word, and my life as well, I don't suppose it's something that can just be done. But I'd like to meet you, Steve. Now that I know this, I think it's the only way to be sure that this can be true. To be sure that this is something feasible. And, past all the deep stuff... it sure would be nice to meet Captain America."

Your smile was so genuine and warm, it almost brought tears to Steve's eyes. He knew he had made no mistake, looking at you. Your glow was so radiant it seemed to touch Steve through the screen, like a friendly sprite fluttering around him, with some iridescent aura. He liked you so much, it made his head swim in a way he just hadn't felt before.

"Yeah. And I'm sure you've got people lining up to meet the famous Moonrose," Steve smirked playfully, and you laughed, shaking your head.

"He has a sense of humor. How cute."

Steve wanted to stay on the phone with you for so much longer, talk to you and lose himself in your words and his own thoughts, but he had responsibilities to tend to. He sighed, his hand pressing up against his cheek,

"Would you kill me if I said I had to go?"

"Consider yourself a dead man, Steve Rogers," you pouted playfully, and the corner of his lip twitched up in amusement.

"I wish I could stay longer, I really do. But I'm glad we had this talk, I think we're both on the same page, here."

You felt calm, secure in this moment. You bit down on your lip and nodded,

"Yeah, me too. See you, Steve."

"See you."

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Ever since that day, Steve had been in an extraordinarily good mood. Even while he had specifics to think about, as in how exactly he'd make meeting you work, he wasn't bogged down by those thoughts. He knew it would take some time, some mindfulness. He couldn't just bring you here carelessly.

So, it was a sort of strange buzz that he was in - he was simultaneously giddy and serious, plotting and planning things out, and leaving space in his mind for you. And when he thought of you, just you, any stress threatening to build up just dissipated.

"You're in a good mood," Bucky commented in passing, taking notice of the small smile that seemed to be constantly engraved on Steve's face these days.

Once again, everyone took notice of Steve's mood - he'd been happy recently, but now it was almost odd. They were beginning to think there was something they were missing. Tony had been the first to really pry and ask if Steve was thinking about a girl. He'd assumed that Steve wanted to talk to someone special when he asked him about the private numbers, and that was entirely true. But Steve didn't let on, not quite yet.

“Am I?" Steve quipped back, a strange response to Bucky's comment.

Bucky raised his eyebrow, squinting inquisitively at Steve.

"Seriously, what's been going on? You hopped up on a little extra serum?"

Steve shook his head slowly with a laugh,

"Can't a guy just be happy that it's springtime? It's finally nice out. Harsh winter."

"I've never known you to be a giddy person," Bucky pressed, and Steve just shrugged.

"Seasons change, people change too," Steve started to walk much faster than Bucky. "Gotta go, Buck. Got some paperwork to take care of."

Steve practically left Bucky in the dust. He stood there, trying to put the pieces together. He was beginning to think he had an idea of what was going on, but, no. He'd be crazy to think that. It wasn't something Steve would get himself into. But if he was right, then damn it, he wanted to know. Like everyone else, he wouldn't pry too much. But he was beginning to think that they should all be a bit more invested in what was going on. Was he happy his friend was happy? Of course. Was it still a bit strange? Hell yeah.

And even though he had settled things with you, Steve still had no intentions of putting his business out there. It was his own thing, and for good reason.

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Your last day of classes came quicker than you had been expecting. A week flew by so quickly, and even in that week you still hadn't fully processed that day you talked to Steve, the things that he had to say to you. From this point on, you would have so much free time on your hands, maybe you would use it to settle in to your new reality. Just a week ago, Steve Rogers had told you he had feelings for you. He had told you that there was a possibility that you could meet each other. What was your life, honestly?

If anything, right now it was just a swarm of good. You almost expected something bad to happen to snap you out of this blissed out, full mood that you were in. Everything felt perfect right now. Your brand was swinging into action, you were about to graduate, your cam business was going well as usual. And on top of that, you were in the beginnings of a new relationship. Neither of you were sure what it would actually become, but you hardly even wanted to think about that. You were just enjoying the present, though you knew the future would be so unpredictable and so full of new things.

To celebrate the end of your classes, and more importantly, the end of senior year, you were having a few friends over at your apartment. One plus of having your own place was that you didn't have to move out of dorms, which was a process most of your friends were going through prior to graduation. And being able to have friends over in a place that you could call your own was so special to you.

"We're really fucking done!" Aaliyah exclaimed, reaching over the counter to pour herself another drink, then shaking her head and deciding it was best to drink from the bottle.

"I'll drink to that," Cameron agreed, and clinked her glass to Aaliyah's entire bottle.

"YN, get off your phone. We gotta celebrate!" Luke nudged you harshly, and you chuckled, rubbing your arm in the spot where he'd impacted you.

As present as you liked to be when you were with your friends, you couldn't help but be on your phone in this moment. You and Steve texted casually beforehand, but ever since that Facetime call last week, you communicated much more frequently. You anticipated texts and snapchats from him, even the occasional call. Often times you just wanted to hear from each other, wanted to update each other on the smallest of things.

It wasn't obnoxious or overbearing, it felt just right for the situation that you were in with each other. You wanted to feel closer, or at least the illusion of feeling closer. You were trying to talk to each other the way that people with feelings for each other would. But it didn't feel forced. Your banter came naturally, conversation flowed easily, just as it had before. But now, there was an even brighter spark in each and every text message, every silly Snapchat selfie you sent each other.

Right now, you were texting Steve about the gathering, sliding in sneaky flirts every now and then, like "wish you were here!" You knew how to get to Steve- even the littlest things did him in.

"Okay, okay, I'm here! Just, lemme make this call real quick. Really, really quick. Promise," you pleaded with your friends, who were jeering at you playfully as you slinked away quickly.

You were having fun already, but there was something on your mind, something you hadn't done in a while that you wanted to fulfill. Now that you and Steve had established your feelings for each other, it was only appropriate, right?

You texted Steve, telling him to have his laptop ready, because you wanted to Facetime him.

You had slinked away to your room, and locked the door behind you, setting up your mirror in front of you and sitting criss cross on the floor. You pulled up Steve's name on your laptop, and Facetimed him. You figured he'd be available to video chat, considering you had just been texting quite voraciously. To your pleasure, he picked up, and you were looking at him on the screen again, a feeling that filled you both up each time.

Texting was nice, but actually seeing each other on the screen live felt so much more personal. You felt a surge of pride in you, that you had this ability to just call him up like this, to be able to see him like this. You liked knowing you were the only one that could bring this out of him. And you were about to bring a lot more out of him right now.

"Hey, how's the party?" Steve asked when he picked up, a grin on his features.

"Compared to talking to you? Ahh, I can't be that mean to my friends," you joked, and it was really only a joke. But it got the reaction you were hoping for- he blushed and started smiling profusely.

"You're too sweet," he leaned in. "Why'd you wanna call on my laptop instead of my phone, though?"

You shrugged, not giving anything away just yet,

"Just wanna see you better. And I have something for you. It'll be easier to multitask."

Steve nodded,

"I see you've abandoned your friends."

"Ding ding ding. Just for a minute though. Or an hour. However long it takes you," you shrugged nonchalantly, as if you were saying anything.

But Steve felt his senses kicking in. You were alone, obviously because you couldn't just talk to him around your friends, but it was more than that. His stomach dropped from nerves, in the best way possible, but also because this was unexpected.

"However... long it takes me?" he practically gulped, and watched as you pushed back the laptop and started to pull down the sleeves of your blouse just enough to show the pink bra straps.

"I missed this, Stevie," you pouted, leaning in very intentionally, so that the curves of your boobs would show from over your blouse.

Steve's jaw ticked as he watched. He was in his room, and it wasn't as late in New York as it was in California. But his door was locked anyway, and time wasn't an issue when it came to you.

"We talk a lot," Steve blurted awkwardly in response, immediately feeling stupid.

He didn't mean to be so tongue tied, but it had just been a long time since he had interacted with you like this. Sure, he had his moment with the picture of you, but it wasn't the same as being onscreen with you while you did all the things you did to drive him crazy, right in front of his eyes. He had chosen not to view your cam shows or anything that would get in the way of your budding friendship. Now, you were giving it to him. And he wouldn't have resisted before, because he hardly could - but now, it felt much more appropriate, now that your feelings for each other were out there.

"I know, but not like this. We talk about my day, your missions. Our feelings. Cute shit like that. But I get so bored, Stevie. No one on my cam site can do it like you."

"Really?" Steve swallowed, licking his lips slowly and taking in every word you said like it was a mixture of milk and honey.

"Really. You think anyone can make me scream their name the same way you can? And really mean it? You must know I always meant it, Steve," you drawled slightly, continuing to pull down the sleeves of your blouse and your bra straps along with it, so that now your sleeves were down to your chest.

Steve sighed deeply, as if he were trying to contain himself, breathing through his nose. It had been so long, too long, since the two of you had been intimate like this. It was bringing out this feral nature in him that only you could satisfy. And for you, it was exciting to actually have a person to be intimate with just because. Sure, it wasn't the same as physical touch - which, besides Alex, you hadn't had legitimately in far too long - but it was intimate.

And this time around, it wasn't just for a customer. It was for someone you could genuinely say you had feelings for. And that felt so fulfilling. It was why you were so quick to give it to Steve, because you were craving that excitement, that full feeling. Being with your friends was lovely, but you'd be lying if you said it didn't turn you on to escape them for something like this.

"Do I get to hear you scream my name tonight?" Steve asked, trying to be confident in his responses, but there was a genuine glint of hope in his question.

You laughed, biting down on your lip, and shrugged,

"If you play your cards right, sure."

"How do I... play my cards right?" Steve chewed on his bottom lip, anticipatory and a bit anxious.

"Just do what feels right," you sighed, and took off your blouse completely, the bra falling off in accordance.

Steve's spit caught in his throat at the sight - he'd seen you in every position, but it never got old. Especially since he hadn't seen you like this in so long. He was already palming himself through his sweats, looking hard into the screen of his laptop - he understood now, using a laptop would be much more convenient for this. It was just like his days with you on the site.

"Can I see?" you asked, a smile growing on your lips as you watched the way his face contorted, the motions his hands made.

He pushed the laptop further down the bed so that you could see all of him, from his growing erection in his black sweats to his reddening face.

You practically whimpered when you saw it. It was no surprise that you hadn't actually seen him like this, you'd only ever heard his reactions. All those times, you'd been facing a blank screen. You never got to actually see the expressions that he made, never got to see how big he was, never got to see him finish. He'd gotten to see all of that from you, and now it was finally your turn. Regardless of how things were going to go down right now, you wouldn't be able to control yourself.

Steve watched as you slipped out of your shorts and started to run your fingers along your clit through your underwear, teasing the warm, wet skin that was underneath. His motions matched yours, grazing his cock with his palm through his clothes. He could usually stand teasing himself, but he was harder than he'd ever been, it had been so long. He was still full of so much pent up desire for you.

He blushed when he realized that you could actually see him too. Sure, you'd heard him before, but that felt different. He hadn't done something like this, ever. Was it risky to show his face as he did something like this? Sure. But did he honestly expect that risk to have consequences? Not anymore. Still, it made him blush because he'd never actually done this before, at least not when you could see him.

You moaned, choking out your words,

"You look nervous, Stevie."

He chuckled, shaking his head,

"I don't know, I've just... I know we've done this countless times, but you've never been able to see me. Guess I'm feeling a little rusty."

"You? Rusty? Never. I think you forget who you are, Steve," you reminded him, and he smirked- of course you would gas him up a bit, how could he forget how cocky you could make him feel sometimes?

"Force of habit," he shrugged, and you took your bottom lip under your teeth.

"Steve?" you asked between pleasured sighs.

"Yeah?"

"I really wanna see you. Can you do that for me?" you cooed, putting on your best puppy dog eyes - you wanted to see him for real, not just through the outline of his sweats. You knew he was big, you had known that even before he revealed who he was. But now it was like some sudden kink, to want to see just how big your superhero was.

He knew exactly what you meant, and the pleading in your voice only made him want to show you even more. He was almost eager as he pulled his sweats down, his cock already springing upwards in his boxers, forming a tent. He watched as your two fingers spun slow circles around your clit once you pushed your panties to the side. Seeing your bare flesh again made him grunt, made his cock twitch in his boxers.

"Please, Stevie," you groaned, wanting to see all of him.

"I got you, doll, don't worry," he replied — it was cute to see you get all worked up, but he wouldn't hold out on you for too long. He respected the fact that you were even doing this right now — for that, he decided you got whatever you wanted.

You kept whining until he finally pulled down his boxers and his cock sprung loose. It was hard and heavy, it nearly made you drool just to look at it. You knew he was big, but he was big. Bigger than anyone you'd seen or even had. Just the sight of it, veiny, standing in the air, and throbbing for you made you moan uncontrollably. You were unbelievably wet already, and couldn't help but sink two fingers inside of you - they slid in too easily.

Your fingers felt the warm and gushy flesh inside of you and you sucked in a breath, just watching his cock on the screen. It was something so deliciously overdue, so much overdue that it felt like a sweet release just to see it. You rolled your head back, and Steve gripped the base of his cock, watching your fingers dip in and out of you while you pleasured yourself.

"Mmh," you mewled, biting your lip. You looked back on the screen, a needy pout plastered all over your glossy lips, a desperate crease in your brows as you focused in on his cock. You groaned gutturally, just looking at him, imagining what it would be like to take him inside of you, inside any part of you. Your voice was whiny, desperate with amazement. "You're so big."

Steve's chest pounded at the sound of your voice - so needy and raw, like the sight of him was too much for you. He watched the way your fingers rubbed vigorously at your clit, which was wet and slick with your juices. His hand worked tirelessly at himself, jerking up and down his shaft, his fingers toying with the head, glowing with his precum.

"You like my cock?" he asked in response, just so he could hear the edge in your voice.

You sighed in pleasure, scooching your hips forward so Steve could see you better,

"Yes, baby, I want you so bad."

"You want it?" Steve gave in to his desire to tease you back, which really became stronger when he saw how needy you were for him. You watched his face, which was a mix of derisive and focused, focused on getting you both to orgasm, his brows furrowed in pleasure, mouth partially open at all times. The groan that came out of Steve was deep and animalistic, reflective of how much he needed this with you after not having it for so long. "Does it turn you on? Begging for my cock?"

You whimpered - the more dominant side of Steve was coming out, and you hardly had to coax him into it. He was assuming such a daddy role, you couldn't help it when the pet name slipped out of your mouth,

"God, yes, daddy."

Steve's eyes were blown with lust, his eyelids heavy, but they widened just a bit when he heard what you called him. You hadn't even thought much about it, but Steve was hanging onto it desperately.

"Daddy? Is that what I am?" he repeated with a low chuckle, slowing his strokes so he could focus on your response.

You wriggled around and mewled out in response, scrunching your eyes shut as you tried to avoid having to answer him.

"I'm not hearing an answer, doll," Steve pressed, and you clenched around your fingers, an orgasm sure to arrive shortly - his tone was so authoritative and cocky - you shouldn't have let that slip, but then again, you loved it.

"Fuck!" you shouted, thrusting your fingers deeper inside of you, your knuckles hitting your clit. "Yes, daddy, that's what you are."

"Hmm, yeah, that's it," Steve breathed out of his nose, relaxing back into his pillow and letting the careless motions of his hand take over. He was so far gone, any tension from the day so far removed that his head felt clear, and a wave of pleasure rushed over him. So much so that he wasn't even really thinking when he next spoke, his eyes shut and his hands closed around his throbbing cock. "Mm, I can't wait to fuck you."

A sound you didn't expect came out of you then, and you clenched hard around your fingers as you came, gasping for air and rocking your hips against your fingers deliriously, sweat just starting to drip down your forehead. Steve's orgasm came soon after that, like it was chasing after yours. You both took your time to recover, reveling in the moment. It felt like a sense of peace had flooded your room, and it felt the same for Steve. You both knew it had been too long since you got each other off. And everytime it happened, it was explosive. Just now, it had been on a whim, as a result of your own spontaneity - and you were a bit horny as well. Man, were you glad for those last minute decisions of yours.

You wiped sweat off your forehead, still breathing hard, and pulled up your underwear - which was no help, you were still soaking through them. But you got dressed accordingly and so did Steve, and you stayed on the call until one of you spoke.

"Your friends are looking for you, I bet," Steve commented, and you smirked, shrugging.

"Don't worry, they'll be fine," you grinned, licking your lips.

Steve's eyes were still bleared over, but he was looking right at you,

"Think they heard us?"

Even after all that, your pussy throbbed at his words, at the thought. If only Steve could see.

"Dunno."

"I get the feeling you don't care," Steve grinned, eyes sparkling - he too was glad for your spontaneity.

As you sat recovering, rocking gently back and forth with your knees pulled up to your chest, a small smile appeared on your lips as you recalled the words that had triggered you to come. It was mindless to Steve, a subconscious thought of his that had slipped out of his lips in that moment of pure bliss, as casual and thoughtless as asking "how was your day?"

"You said you can't wait to fuck me," you hummed, tilting your head to the side, a devious but satisfied smile on your lips.

You liked, no loved, the way it sounded coming from his lips this time around. Before, you had always shared your fantasies aloud, telling the other that you wished you could be there. But that was before - before you even knew him, before you knew each other the way that you knew each other now. There was no depth to the words. But now, it felt like a prompt to put things into motion, like Steve knew that his wish would become a reality, like he really was serious about meeting you. He didn't just wish he could fuck you, he couldn't wait to. That, to you, sounded like there was already a plan set where something like that could be possible. Like Steve had been thinking about it, a thought that dually excited you and made you wet.

Steve blushed at the reminder - he had hardly recognized that he had let that slip. Again, it was more of a subconscious thought of his, one that hadn't yet come to the surface. Although he had plans to meet you, knew that it had to happen at some point, he hadn't yet thought of the specifics. It just sort of came out of him, something that he didn't realize he'd been thinking about - that he'd one day have the chance to meet you, that he really could fuck you when the time came. He supposed that the excitement of the moment got him thinking that this prominent physical, sexual gap could be closed once you met. It wasn't the only reason he wanted to meet you, but in the moment, it was what was most on his mind. And the only difference in what he said this time around was that it insinuated driving fantasies into reality.

"I did, huh?" Steve questioned, smirking slightly.

He knew what you were getting to, and it got you both excited and nervous all at once. You both knew it was going to happen, but once he said that, it felt like things were becoming much realer.

"Mhm. That true?" you batted your lashes playfully, making him laugh - he missed this feeling, the friendly interactions after getting each other off, how humorous and organic it felt.

"Yeah, it's true," Steve nodded, settling into the reality himself. He knew what had to be done, and he knew it had to be set in motion quickly. "Guess we better meet sooner than later, huh?"

"Just so you can fuck me," you said decidedly, making the both of you laugh.

"It's not as wholesome as I was expecting," Steve cleared his throat. "But really, you and I both know it's not just because of that. And it very well could be, but we both have so much to offer."

"Mhm, but you really wanna fuck me," you continued, and Steve knew he had to let you bask in this moment, had to let you shine in all your glory.

He laughed at how big headed you were acting, shaking his head,

"There's that, too."

"Hey, really though, if it takes time, I understand," you nodded, making it clear once again that you weren't rushing anything.

"It takes time, but I can make time," Steve replied quickly.

He wanted you to feel secure, didn't want you to feel like you had to backtrack from what you both wanted. It would take a lot of work from him to make things work out, would take a lot of self reflection, but he knew that for you, he could handle it. Neither of you were rushing things, but you both realized that you couldn't hold off for too long, that you needed each other soon- physically and emotionally. There was only so much you could do through a screen. The more you talked about it, the more the days passed by, the stronger the urge became. You'd both commit to not allowing it to drive you up the wall - but you could only resist so much. You had to see each other, soon.

You smiled, impressed by Steve's words. He would make time. That was all you ever really wanted to hear.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. It's a lot, but it can be done. We'll have to be careful, because there's so much... stuff that goes into this. And I have to get myself together first, when it comes to my team and how this will all go down in a way that won't impact my work, or your work, for that thought. But I care about you. And... and I know that this is the next step, and we don't have to rush it, but it's better to see you sooner than later," Steve explained, the gears already churning in his mind- lots of work to be done.

He didn't want to keep you a secret, but he didn't want to mess up the consistency in his relationships with his team and his relationship with his work. That was one thing that he'd have to figure out. And besides, he liked having you all to himself. When the time was right to be open about it, he'd know. That was just one of the elements he'd have to think of when it came to getting you to him.

"I care about you too," you pouted slightly, and then smiled again. "And I really do want to see you. When it's right, it's right. You know?"

"Yeah," Steve took his bottom lip under his teeth. "So... when is it right for you?"

You raised your brows - was he asking for your schedule? Was this really going to happen? You knew that was the focus of your conversation, but actually progressing was something so jarring to think of.

"For me?" you repeated, gawking slightly at the camera.

"Yeah, like... I don't know. When's a good time for you?" he asked, as if he were scheduling a simple lunch date.

Your head started to swarm with thoughts, mainly thoughts surrounding your own availability. Once you graduated, you'd have all the time in the world. Sure, you'd have to start working and continue handling your clothing brand, but you would have plenty of free time on your hands. You wanted to settle into the real world without education first, but you figured that you'd be ready for this adventure soon after graduation.

"Ah, well... I'm- I'm graduating... this week. And, um, after that I'm pretty much free. I'll need like a week or two to decompress, but after that, I guess-"

"You can see me," Steve completed your sentence for you, because you were having a hard time spitting the words out of your mouth.

For all your logic and need for stability, you were floored by the idea of actually planning something like this out. For the umpteenth time that week you were asking yourself: "what is my life?" And for Steve, it was jarring too. It was odd for him to think that he would ever be going through with something like this, something that he had resisted so adamantly beforehand. He couldn't say that he couldn't picture himself in this position with you beforehand, because a small part of him could.

It seemed so unfeasible and far fetched to him back then, but it was part of the reason why he pushed back. Now, here he was, in this unbelievable position. But it didn't deter him, it just served as a reminder of how much he had grown since he met you, the same way you had grown.

"Yeah," you chuckled out nervously, a beam breaking out on your face. You huffed, as if you couldn't believe it, but you were so glad it was true. "Yeah... then I can meet you."

A beat of silence passed as you both just looked at each other over the screen, settling into this moment together. It was like there was a bubble that enclosed just you and him. A circumstance so exclusive that it was as if only the two of you could understand it. And the way you were looking at each other now, you couldn't wait to look into each other's eyes for real.

"Well," Steve chuckled, raising his brows. "I guess I'll have to make arrangements."

"Yeah, me too," you refrained from snorting out of excitement, and just sat back.

"You should get back to your friends, before they start suspecting anything."

"I assure you, they are not worried about me," a loud garble of laughter sounded through your walls, loud enough for Steve to hear. "See?"

You both laughed, but you took in a breath, nodding,

"Ah, you're right though. I should go."

"Got it. Hey, I'll see you. Soon," said Steve, but the farewell felt so much deeper now.

You winked, leaning forward to hang up,

"See you, Steve."

You hung up, still giddy and buzzing with exhilaration. You still didn't know what to expect, but you kind of knew when to expect it. And it was coming soon. You had to resist from counting down the days. As Steve suggested, you returned to your friends. You had no trouble focusing on them and your celebration for the rest of the night. But the warmth you felt in your cheeks, the wetness between your thighs, and the smile etched on your face all reminded you of what was to come.

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lindseyluvsdrag · 7 years ago

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Knocked Up Ch. 11 Snippet

Please ignore all typosss, a bitch has been going through it lately 😂 But let me know what you guys thinkkk :D

TW: S-M-U-T

“Boyfriend?!” Raven and Naomi shouted collectively, nearly falling off of Raven's living room couch in the process.

“Yesss,” Violet said in exasperation. “Why is that so hard to believe?”

“Because his wardrobe gives you hives,” Raven reminded.

“Well, I don't look at him from the collar down anyway.”

“Okay, Vi. If you really like him and he makes you happy, I support this,” Naomi said.

“Thank youuu.”

“But the wardrobe just has to go.”

Violet laughed light-heartedly. “Maybe what he wears isn't that important to me anymore.”

Her friends gasped. “Raven, lock that door! Get some antibiotics, hot towels and a Blu-ray copy of The Devil Wears Prada, stat!”

“On it!”

Naomi pulled Violet close. The pregnant woman cackled as her friend pressed the back of her hand against her forehead and cheeks. “Mhmm, you definitely feel warm.”

“You guys are so goofy,” Violet chuckled. “When you're having a child with someone, you really want to appreciate all of their positive features in hopes that the baby will inherit them.”

“What’s positive about Matthew?” Raven demanded. “I'll wait.”

“He can cook really well. He can draw.”

“Yawnnn.”

“He gives good head,” she added.

“Say no more,” Naomi urged. “That's worth a thousand points.”

Violet laughed. “Exactlyyyyy. Hey, I'd better get going. He's cooking me dinner tonight. Well, he makes me dinner every night but it's taco Tuesday.”

“Yum,” Raven said dryly.

The pregnant woman pushed herself out of the chair. “What are your plans?”

“I think I'll crash at Raven's place again.”

“Are you guys roommates now? You've been crashing here for a week.”

“Well, my face still hurts and Raven takes care of me.”

“In more than one way,” Raven said underhandedly, earning her a stiff elbow to the side from Naomi when Violet wasn't looking.

“Well, I love you guysss. See you the morning.” Violet blew her friends air kisses and they did the same as she exited.

As soon as the door was closed, Raven pinned Naomi's arms to the couch as she straddled the woman. “You wanna elbow me, huh?” she playfully asked.

“Yes! What if she would've heard you?”

“Violet is oblivious to anything that doesn't concern a Louboutin or a donut.”

Naomi laughed and Raven silenced her with a kiss. “Why can't we tell her about us?”

“Becauseeee we're her best friends.”

“Exactly!”

“Yeah, exactly! If things go wrong, then it'll be awkward.”

“Only you would worry about the negative outcomes. Besides, I don't plan on having anything go wrong. You gave me a chance and I won't fuck that up.”

“You and your puppy dog eyes wore me down.”

“Was it my eyes or my mouth?” Raven asked suggestively as she began to leave a trail of kisses along the woman's collarbone and chest.

Naomi giggled. “Ravennnn.”

“That's my nameeee.”

“Dork,” she said before their lips met again.

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Violet excitedly entered her apartment and kicked off her shoes. “Honeyyy, I'm home,” she giddily chirped.

“I'm in the kitchen,” Matt replied.

The woman skittered through the house and when she made it to the kitchen, she frowned. “What’s that smell?”

“Meatloaf.”

“But I thought it was taco Tuesday.”

“It was, but I was more in a meatloaf mood.”

Violet pouted. “But I'm in a taco moodddddd,” she whined.

Matt gave her a look. “Violet, it's already done. The potatoes are finished, I made a pie and it's almost-”

“I don't careee,” she sniffled. “I've been daydreaming about tacos all day and now you're breaking your promiseeee.”

“It wasn't a promise, it was a suggestion.”

“Well, I suggest that you throw this shit out and make tacos!” she sobbed.

“Violet, it's taken me hours to…” When the woman pouted, the threat of more tears quickly made him relent. “Fine.”

“Thank youuuu.” Violet wrapped her arms around him.

Matt found the woman to be so adorable that he found a way to tolerate her mood swings. He kissed her head. “How was work?”

“Goodddd. How was your day?”

“Good. I have any interview tomorrow.”

Violet frowned. “Interview for what?”

“A job working overnight at a warehouse.”

“What would your hours be?”

“Ten at night to eight in the morning.”

“But...but I have to be at work at eight. We'll never see each other! Who will cook me breakfast?”

Matt laughed. “Of course we'll see each other. And I could make your breakfast before I leave and put it in the fridge for you.”

“But I like hot breakfastsssss.”

“You can put it in the microwave.”

“Matthewwww,” she whined. “I don't want you to take that job.”

“Violet, I need that job. It pays $25 an hour.”

“But is it worth it if you're never here?!”

“I'll be here during the day.”

“But you'll be asleep! And what if a burglar sneaks in here in the middle of the night?! What will I do?!”

“You live on the fifth floor of a fancy condo that has a doorman posted outside of the lobby! There won't be any burglaries.”

Violet stormed out of the kitchen.

“Vi…” Matt called as he followed her. He made it to the bedroom door and flinched when she slammed it in his face. The man knocked. “Violet.”

“Go awayyy,” she sobbed.

“Open the door, please.”

“No! You don't even care that I'll be all alone because all you care about is money!”

“Yeah, money is what keeps you in gold and Versace! You work, why the hell wouldn't I?!” All he could hear was the woman's dramatic bawling. “Violettttt,” he groaned in exasperation. “Please open the door.” When he realized that the woman wouldn't budge, he returned to the kitchen and made the tacos.

Violet sniffled as she listened at the door for the man's footsteps. When she heard him approaching, the woman rushed to her bed and turned on her side away from the door. Matt knocked. The woman didn't respond so when he twisted the doorknob, he was relieved that it was unlocked. “Violet,” he said quietly as he entered with a food tray in hand. “I have your tacos.”

“I don't want them.”

“Yes, you do,” he replied. “Sit up.”

“No.”

“Violet, I've slaved over a hot stove for three hours. I know you're hungry, I know the baby is hungry now sit up and take the fucking tacos.”

The woman would never admit that she liked when man took control. “Well... I guess I'm a little hungry,” she sniffled as sat up. Matt placed the tray in front of her and Violet dove into the first overstuffed shell on her plate as if she'd just gotten out of prison.

“Now, listen,” Matt continued in his commanding tone as he paced the room. “I need this job to be able to afford the great things that you and the baby need and want. You're not single anymore. You have to compromise.”

“But I love having you here,” she said with cheese and bits of tortilla stuff in one cheek. “That's why I called your other job.” Fuck.

The man stopped pacing. “You what?”

“Nothing.”

“No, what did you say?” he demanded.

Violet shoved the remaining piece of taco into her her mouth so that when she spoke, it was unintelligible.

“I can't believe you'd get me fired! Actually, I can, up until this point, you've been nothing but selfish.”

It took Violet several chews to break down her food in order to swallow. “Is it selfish that I want to be around you?”

“When you're cutting off my livelihood, yes! So did you fall before or after you got me fired?”

The woman gulped. “I...um.. I-I never fell.”

“Wow. Who the fuck would lie about something like that?! A psychopath, that's who!”

She frowned. “I'm not a psychopath.”

“Are you sure?! Because lying about endangering the life of my kid sounds pretty psychotic to me!”

“Matthewww,” Violet whined.

“Stop your crying! You've manipulated this entire situation and I've had enough of it!” Matt let out a sharp exhale. “You know, just because I love you, doesn't mean you get to take advantage of it,” he said before exiting the room, closing the door behind him.

“He loves me?” Violet whimpered through pouty lips before taking another large bite of her taco.

---

After she finished her meal, Violet slowly tiptoed out of her room, brow furrowed as she followed the loud thumping sound. It led her to the nursery where Matt was seated on the floor, hammering two pieces of wood together.

The woman entered and pressed her back against the wall. “Hi,” she said quietly.

“Hi,” the man said dryly as he continued to hammer.

“What are you making?”

“The crib. I didn't know that they came in so many parts.”

“Well, I wanted to go for a more vintage style.”

“Well, white oak will do that.”

“Yeah..”

The man returned to hammering, leaving the air full of heavy tension.

Violet cleared her throat. “Matthew, listen.”

The pounding didn't stop.

“Matthew!”

“I can hear you!”

“Oh..”

He continued to hammer.

“I'm really sorry for how I've been acting. I know my whining annoys you but I blame the baby for this hormonal imbalance. I promise I'm normally not this crazy. But even the baby isn't a good enough excuse for getting you fired. It was just me selfishly wanting you all to myself.”

Matt smiled. “It’s kinda cute when you think about it. I've never had a woman go so crazy over me before.”

Violet folded her arms. “I'm glad you think so. I mean, once you knocked me up, you planted the crazy seed.”

“Oddly enough, I wouldn't change any of it.”

The woman smiled and made her way over to the man before settling onto his lap. “Did you mean what you said earlier? Do you really love me?”

“Love you? Nooo, I said ‘gloves too?’ Ya know, for the grocery list. We're almost out of them and I just don't want you to freak when you go to clean up and they're all gone.”

Violet giggled and ran a hand through her boyfriend's hair. “I think this child has me going absolutely crazy about you.”

“Sooo, whatcha sayin’?”

“While impregnated... I glove you too.”

“Aww.” Matt grabbed the woman's face and kissed her but she pulled away so that she could continue to speak.

“But only until the baby is born. After that, I'll probably hate your guts and-”

He silenced her with another kiss. “You talk too much.”

The woman wrapped her arms around his neck and Matt carefully stood, lifted the woman up by her ass and carried her to the bedroom. The man gently lowered the woman onto the cloud-like mattress and there were no reservations as both their clothes came completely off in front of each other for the first time since their child was conceived. Violet self consciously covered her belly, but the man made her more and more comfortable with each tender kiss along her neck and collarbone. “You're so beautiful,” he whispered against her skin.

His body heat ignited every inch of the woman's yearning body and she felt as if she'd explode if she didn't have him now. “Matthew, please. I need you.”

The man didn't hesitate to position his face between her legs and within minutes, Violet was moaning in ecstasy. After nearly smothering him with her thigh clamping and forcefulness as she pushed his head further into her, Matt finally came up for air.

“Enough foreplay,” she panted. “Fuck me.”

Matt pushed all of his reservations to the side as he remembered the doctor's words. He retrieved a condom from his wallet.

“Is there really a point in wearing that?” she asked. “I'm already pregnant.”

“Well, after that scolding you gave me for not wearing one, I'd rather be safe than sorry. Besides, if you cum inside a pregnant woman, you'll make twins.”

Violet made a face as she contemplated. “Um..I think I'll call the doctor.”

When she reached for her cellphone, Matt pinned her arms to the bed and kissed her. “I don't want to hear anything else about uteruses and mucus plugs.”

She nodded and accepted another kiss.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

When Violet nodded, Matt lined his cock up with her entrance and carefully pushed himself inside the woman.

"Fuckkk,” they collectively groaned in pleasure.

Violet wrapped her legs around the man's waist, securing him in the position as he slowly began to pump in and out of her.

“Shit, ” he panted. “Do you think you'll be this tight after you have the baby?”

“Matthew!” the woman whined. “Why would you ask me something like that and especially right nowww?!”

“I'm sorry! It was just an innocent question.”

“Keep all further questions to yourself!” she demanded.

“I'm sorry.” He kissed her pouty lips and continued to pump in and out at a snail's pace.

“Harder,” she pleaded.

“I don't think that's a good idea.”

“Why nottt?”

“I don't know. It might shake something loose.”

“Matthewwww, I promise nothing will shake loose.”

“Are you sure?”

“No, but you don't want me to call the doctor so it's my guess that the baby is protected around those two pillows.”

“Okay, but if anything happens, I’m going to sue you.”

“I don't care,” she said as she kissed him. When the man gave her a firm thrust, Violet whimpered against his lips. “Keep going.”

Matt obliged and picked up the pace of his thrusting. The woman's moans were loud and passionate, forcing Matt to ponder if the neighbors could hear her.

“Oh my God, Matthew, that feels so goodddd.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes! Yes!”

“I- whoa!” the man exclaimed as he pulled out, he tried to jump off of the bes but Violet clamped down on his arms.

“What are you doing?!”

“The baby punched my dick.”

“What?!”

“The baby punched my dick! He doesn't like it!”

“Matthew, the baby didn't even kick! If he did, I would've felt it!”

“Noooo, I swear to God I felt it! I can't. I can't.”

Violet placed a hand on the man's throat. “Matthew, he didn't kick or punch your dick,” she snarled. “Now fuck me!”

Matt whimpered and reluctantly straddled the woman. He cautiously slid his cock back inside the woman. “The only saving grace here is your tits. They're huge.” The man gave her boobs a firm squeeze causing the woman to groan out before popping him.

“Owww, don't do thatttt! They're super sensitive!”

“What about gentle rubbing?” The man tested the soft touch and Violet pursed her lips.

“No...just keep your hands in my hair or something. Now, fuck meeee.”

Matt returned to thrusting, but only used three-quarters of his penis out of fear of disturbing the baby. The woman didn't care as his cock stroked her sugar walls. The tingling inside her quickly built up before boiling over once again.

“I'm cummingggg,” she moaned. “Shit.”

Matt exhaled. The man was nowhere near close but he had plans to stroke himself to a finish when Violet was done.

The woman hummed in satisfaction but when Matt attempted to pull out, she wrapped her legs around his hips. “Noooo, keep going. Keep going.”

He knew that the woman was insatiable so he pushed his entire penis completely into the her. “Fuckk, Matthew,” she yelped. And when the man began to thrust, Violet pierced the skin on his arms with her nails as she moaned. Matt continued stroking at different paces, making sure to give her clit special attention until she was squealing again. “Shit, shit, shittttt.”

“I'm gonna cum,” he grunted before filling the condom with his load. The couple climaxed together, the heated tingles that radiated between them was enough to make the orgasm perfect. After catching his breath, Matt attempted to pull out but Violet relentlessly clung onto the man.

“Don't stop,” she whimpered. “Please, don't stop.”

“Violet, I just jizzed. I don't know how sturdy this condom is anymore... I-I don't know if I can even stay...ya know.”

“Matthew, pleaseeee. I need ittttt.”

With his penis growing softer by the second, Matt did his best to continue to stroke the woman. He lifted her left leg and held onto it for leverage as he thrusted.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my Godddd,” Violet moaned, eyes rolling into the back of her head. “Okay, okayyy, Matthew, I ca-can’t- ah!” the woman squealed as she began to tremble. “Fuck!” Violet pulled away as she writhed and twisted the sheets.

"Had enough?” Matt asked.

“Mhmm,” she purred in satisfaction, barely able to keep her eyes open. The man kissed her as was finally allowed to pull out. He removed his condom. “Violet, is there a special way that I need to dispose of this?”

“Hmm?” Violet softly hummed with her eyes closed.

“The condom. Do I throw it away or burn it?”

“Throw away,” she grumbled as she turned on her side and pulled her blanket over her naked body.

“Okay,” Matt whispered prior to carefully sliding off of the bed, retrieving his clothes and tiptoeing out of the room. He showered and accepted the living room sofa as his temporary bed. The couch had him snoring within minutes.

---

“Matthew. Matthewwww,” Violet whispered as she shook the man awake.

“Hm?” He sat up. “Wha-What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

Violet let her body do the talking as she dropped her robe and straddled the man, kissing him as she began to tug at his pajama bottoms.

“Vi-Violet,” he attempted to protest as she kissed him all over. “Violet, what time is it?’

“It's 2:40.”

“Seriously? We just did it a few hours ago.”

“So? What's your point?” she whispered against his neck.

“I'm tired,” he groaned. “Can't we do this later?”

“Matthewwww,” she whined. “I need itttt.”

“Need whatttt?” the exhausted man grumbled as he collapsed back onto the couch.

“Sex! I'm so horny!”

“You're always horny!”

“Exactly! So man up and take care of it!”

“I'm not in the mood. I'm so tired... I..you..ugh,” the man sighed when the woman began to pout with tears in her eyes. “Okay, Violet.”

The woman passionately wrapped her hands around him as she pressed their lips together, but Matt was completely over the foreplay. He carefully rolled the woman onto her back, pushed her legs up and positioned his face between her thighs. The man indulged the woman with expert style oral sex until she passed out once again. As soon as she was snoring, Matt grabbed a pillow and found refuge behind the bathroom’s locked door. He lined the porcelain tub with his pillow prior to climbing inside and falling asleep in the fetal position.

---

“Matthew?” Violet called as she knocked on the bathroom door.

The man grunted as he sat up and stretched. The tub had made him so stiff that he was finally able to sympathize with the tin man.

“Matthew?!”

“I'm going to send this woman to sex rehab,” he grumbled. “What, Violet?”

“Are you okay? How long have you been in there?”

“I’m fine. What time it it?”

“7:45. I'm getting ready for work...what are you doing?”

“I’m on the toilet,” he lied.

“Oh...do you think you think you'll be finished before I leave? For a quickieee,” she pleaded.

“Umm...ugh, no. I have diarrhea. Explosive diarrhea! Ughhhh! Oh my Godddd, my asshole is on fireeee! Sweet baby Jesus, take the wheel!”

Violet covered her nose and stepped away from the door. “After work, remind me to call a contractor!” the woman shouted as she sprinted to the front door and exited.

Matt grinned as he emerged from the bathroom, made his way to the woman's room and sighed when he settled into the soft bed.

---

Violet sauntered into work and her friends immediately took notice.

“You got some, didn't you?” Naomi asked.

“A lady never kisses and tells.”

“Then you should have no problem telling us,” Raven replied.

Violet shot her a look and rolled her eyes. “Anyway. If you guys must know, I did get some.”

“Yayyy,” Naomi cheered. “Now you won't be so grouchy.”

“Heyy, I just get frustrated when I don't get sex...or food...or shoes.”

Her friends laughed.

“Ooo, did Sutan get donutsss?” she asked, skittering away when she saw the snack table. The woman grabbed two glazed confections and made her way to her office. She grabbed the phone that topped her desk and called Matt.

When the call went to voicemail, she didn't hesitate to leave a message.

“Heyyyy, Matthew. It's 8:03. Maybe you're still on the toilet, I don't know but hopefully you're better by lunchtimeeee. I can't wait to see youuu. Okay, byeeee.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Raven said as she and her lover eavesdropped on the woman's phone call.

“She’s completely dick whipped,” Naomi said.

“She is! She’s even become blind to how gross he is. Do you think she'll bring him to the banquet tonight?”

Naomi gasped. “Fuckkk, I don't know. If she does, and he wears those disgusting cargo pants, Violet will be the laughing stock of the entire company.”

“Absofuckinglutely.”

“We can't let that happen.”

“What do you want to do?”

Naomi pursed her lips, thought for a minute and approached one of their co-workers. “Derrick?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Do me a favor?”

“Depends. It wouldn't be a favor if it includes a hole. It'd be-”

“A dream come true,” Raven sassed. “Just listen to the woman.”

“I’m all ears.”

“Keep Violet occupied during lunch today.”

“Why and how would I do that?”

“Why: because Raven and I are working on a surprise for her for tonight. How: offer to buy her food.”

“No, I meant, why would I even hang out with her? She hates me.”

“Noooo,” Raven and Naomi said collectively. “She just doesn't agree with your... style.”

“Hey, my Crocs are comfortable.”

“Yeah, but fashion isn't about comfort,” Raven retorted. “How'd you even get a job working here?”

“The same way you did.”

“Oh no, sweetheart. I didn't take Sutan's dick up my ass.”

“Ravee!” Naomi groaned. “You can't be a jerk when we're the ones asking him for a favor.”

The woman rolled her eyes.

“Derrick, please. If you do this, it'll make Violet's night special and I'll give you my cousin's phone number.”

“The hot one from Pacoima?”

She nodded.

“Okay, I'll do it.”

“Yayyy,” the woman cheered as she retrieved the Snickers bar from her purse. She handed it to the man.

“What's this for?”

“Open in case of emergencies. It may save your life.”

“Um, okay,” he said as he pocketed the candy without a second thought.

“Thank you, Derrickkk,” Naomi chirped as the women returned to their work stations.

---

Matt awoke to three voicemail messages from Violet.

“Matthewwww, are you still on the toilet? I'm really boreddddd. You should pay me a little visit,” she said suggestively. “Call me back, Mr. Lent.”

The man shook his head and listened to the next message.

“My boyfriend has a first nameeee it's M-A-T-T-Y,” she sang to the classic Oscar Mayer tune. “My boyfriend has a second name it's J-A-M-E-S. Matthew Jamesss, call me backkk.”

Matt cackled and hung up the phone prior to calling the woman who answered on the first ring.

“Hello, Matthew?”

“Hey.”

“Hiiii. How are you? What are you doing?”

“I’m fine, just got out of the shower. What are you doing?”

“I'm supposed to be finishing last minute details for this event going on tonight. We're unveiling this week's cover of Girly.”

“Sounds like fun.”

“Yeah it definitely will be, especially since I'm on the cover,” she chirped.

“Oh, really? That's awesome.”

“Mhmm, it's our first maturity issue.”

“I bet you'll look great.”

“I look great right now,” she whispered seductively. “Lunch is in twenty minutes…why don't you come up and see me?”

“Stomach... cramping. Oh, God not again!” he shouted before hanging up.

“Matthewwww!” Violet groaned in exasperation.

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