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Interestedbystander’s 12 Days of Christmas Drabbles: December 15th.

Stark Spangled Banner One Shot: The Best Present I Ever Had.

So just to set the scene a little bit…this is an extract of sorts from ‘Fairy Tale of New York ‘ which is a chapter in my Stark Spangled Banner series (Masterlist) that takes place Christmas of 2013 to put it into context.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC (Katie Stark- younger sister of Tony)

The two are in an established relationship having met during the events of the Avengers which can be read about in The One shot- ‘Empire State of Mind’ 

Warnings! Bad language words, Smut (NSFW, no Under 18s!)

 Steve hated being cold, a consequence of spending 70 years frozen but the childish excitement written all over his girl’s face was enough to make him brave the snow, which was why at half past 2 in the afternoon on Christmas Eve he was stood in Central Park, along with Katie, Pepper and Tony, building snowmen-something of course Tony had to turn into a contest. As they needed an impartial judge, Bruce (who was currently in a Seminar over the other side of Manhattan) was summonsed to the park as soon as he had finished and was immediately told to judge the snowmen contest. He declared Steve the winner causing Tony and Katie to pelt the mild mannered Scientist with snowballs until his grown up façade slipped and he joined in, catching Tony with a perfectly placed lump of snow right between the eyes.

The light began to draw in and after purchasing a hot dog each from one of the stands the sounds of carols drifted to their ears so the 5 of them wandered towards the music. They found a group of singers not far from the Alice In Wonderland statue, each holding lanterns and sheets of music. They looked at one another and joined the crowd as they group began to sing Silent Night. Steve slipped his arms around Katie from behind, pulling her to his bulky, coated frame and she leaned back happily into his embrace.  His cold nose brushed against her cheek near her ear causing her to yelp softly as he stooped to drop a kiss there.

“I haven’t seen a carol service since I was a boy.” he said softly.

She turned her head to look at him, the navy blue beanie he was wearing pulled down over his ears, matching scarf wrapped tightly round his chin. Yes, he hated the cold, but here he was grinning like a school boy as the snow began to fall again, because he didn’t hate any time spent with his best girl.

She placed a soft kiss on his lips. “Taking you back?”

“A little…” he smiled before she turned back to the band, as his nose nuzzled at my ear “Love you my gram mo chroi…”

The words phonetically registered in her brain, graw miu cree the Irish brogue he had spoke in made her shiver.

“Yeah that sounds really sexy and I have no idea what you just called me…” she said, tilting her head back to face him.

“You don’t speak Gaelic?” he teased

“Italian, German, Spanish and French…but no Gaelic.” she smirked.

“Smart ass…” he rolled his eyes before chuckling slightly, his eyes leaving hers, to focus on the singers again. “So what does it mean?” she pressed.

“It means you’re the love of my heart, my life.” “Smooth Rogers…” she grinned, nudging him with her elbow.

The singers finished to a round of applause from the surrounding crowd, including wolf whistles from Tony, and the 5 of them set off back to the Tower, the streetlights bouncing off the white of the snow. Walking the 20 or so minutes back they all stopped to enjoy hot chocolates laced with lashings of brandy at a small Cafe on the corner of Park and 5th, along with roast chestnuts and mince pies. Katie smiled, remarking that it was about as clichéd a Christmas Eve you could get. And she absolutely loved it.  

Once back at the tower they all said goodnight and headed to their respective floors and apartments. Once Steve and Katie had shed their various outer layers of winter clothing, Katie instructed Jarvis to light the fire before she headed off into the bedroom before walking back out and across the hall to the larger bathroom where Steve heard her turn on the tap to the tub.

“You having a bath?” he called dropping onto the sofa.

“Warming up.” she called back, grinning as she dropped a Christmas Pudding shaped bath-bomb into the tub, watching as it started to fizz, the gorgeous smells of cinnamon hitting her nostrils. Biting her lip she walked to the door of the bathroom and leaned against it calling down the hall. “Wanna join me?”

Steve heard her, and didn’t need asking twice.

He walked into the bathroom to see her drop her robe to the floor, flashing him a view of her bare back, ass, legs before she stepped into the obscenely large tub and he shed his clothes in about 5 seconds flat, climbing in behind her. She leaned back against him, his arms coming to rest naturally on the sides of the tub.

“Why…” he began, looking at his skin “Is there glitter all over my arm?” “I used a bath bomb” Katie grinned.

“A what?”

“Things you drop in the water alongside or instead of bubble bath and they smell nice. I’ll show you another day.” she said, closing her eyes and leaning back into the warmth of the water, her head laying on his chest, her right hand gently playing with his, her fingers delicately rubbing across his knuckles, palm, tangling with his.

They were silent for a while, Steve’s head lolling against the back of the tub, utterly contented to stay there until the water went cold, when Katie spoke.

"Say it again," she said, softly, wanting to hear the words he’d said before.

He quirked a crooked smile. "Say what?"

She chuckled and bit at the corner of her bottom lip and tilted her head round so she could look at him. “The thing you said earlier… say it again."

He didn’t’ say a word, instead he dropped his head to kiss her neck, lips laying soft kisses along her shoulders. Slowly, his right hand moved its spot on the tub to stroking her hip, down the outside of her, thigh, up again and then across to her abdomen, the subtle brush of his fingertips on her sensitive flesh set off chills of a very different kind to the one’s she’d been feeling all afternoon in the snow. Katie let her eyelids fall shut, a small sigh escaping her lips as his mouth trailed a line from her right shoulder, to the back of her neck, to her left and she swallowed thickly, a soft hum of contentment brewing in her throat.  

"Say it again," she breathed out but still he said nothing, instead he moved his hand down her abdomen going lower and lower until he slowly began to tease her.

Katie shuddered, her breath caught again as her head fell backwards. “Say it…” she tried again, the words coming out as a desperate whisper.

He knew exactly what she was after and Katie knew he did, he was just being a tease and it was driving her wild. So she decided to deploy the big guns. Her hand drifted down to find his, wrapping tightly around his wrist, stilling his touch and she turned to face him, gently straddling him, sitting on his thighs and sending a slosh of water over the side of the tub onto the tiled floor.

"Please Stevie…" she said softly, her green eyes locking onto his as she softly bit her lip, her tousled brunette hair falling forward over her face. "Say it, again"

He reached up and tangled one hand into her hair, pulling her face down to his, kissing her hard and he muttered into her mouth, "Gram mo Chroi…”

“I love you," Katie huffed out into his open mouth as his hands went down to her waist and he gently pulled her forwards, positioning her before he thrust upwards and she moaned, pushing down onto his lap, water lapping around them as he filled her. "I love you, more than anything" Katie nipped at his lip and coiled her fingers into his hair, drawing a hiss from his mouth as she moved again, rocking her hips, grinding down on him.

"I love you too Doll," his ragged breaths snagged on the words as he pressed up into her harder, then harder again, his hands straying to her back, fingers sliding up and down her as he pulled her closer to him, kissing her hard before turning his lips to her neck then her chest, the trails of water and soap suds trickled down from between her cleavage to her navel. It made him groan as he looked at her, pulling her down, meeting her thrust for thrust, slowly, deeply, each loving the other in a way only they could.

He sat up, the change of angle making her gasp as he hit her deeply, and he held her to him, close, chest pressed to chest as he kissed her, hands snaking up into the back of her hair which was piled messily on top of her head. Katie moaned into his mouth as he thrust upwards again, and again as she pushed down, rotating her hips against him. Slowly, deeply, loving every single inch of each other they could find. Eventually Katie felt the knot in her stomach beginning to unravel and she threw her head back in a soft cry, his name tumbling from her lips, before she fell forward, burying her head into the crook of his shoulder and neck as she caught her breath. A few more thrusts and Steve was right behind her, his body sliding down into the tub, head resting against the back, his girl tightly clutched to his chest. His hands ran up and down her back as she gave a low hum of contentment before pulling back, smoothing his hair back with her hands and smiling softly at him, before she kissed him gently.

“You know…” Steve said gently as she pressed her forehead against his “As far as Christmas Eve’s go, this isn’t bad.”

She chuckled slightly and smiled, closing her eyes “It’s been the best one I can remember.”

****** Steve could hear her singing. Cracking an eye open he glanced at the clock, it wasn’t even gone 8 yet. He took a moment to stretch before he got out of bed, went to use the bathroom and came out, throwing on a pair of plaid sleep pants over his boxers before he made his way to the kitchen. He stopped dead when he saw her dancing around and had to stifle his laugh as he slipped his arms around her from behind.

“Merry Christmas doll.” he said, his voice still thick with sleep as she tilted her head round to catch the kiss he was offering.

“Merry Christmas soldier…” Katie said as he chuckled.

“I gotta ask, what are you wearing?” “It’s the rules…” Katie said, turning to look at him. “On Christmas Day, in the Stark house, we all wear Christmas pyjamas and no one gets dressed until well after lunchtime and then we wear Christmas sweaters, eat dinner, lounge around and do absolutely nothing bar stuffing our faces, drinking and watching movies.”

“I don’t have any Christmas Pyjamas…or a sweater” Steve frowned. “Yeah you do…” Katie said, putting down the bowl of batter she had been whisking and grabbing his hand. She tugged him back down the hall and into the bedroom, Steve cursing her silently in his brain for as usual thinking of everything. She headed into the large walk in wardrobe and tossed him a Bloomingdale’s carrier bag. He arched an eyebrow as he reached inside pulling out first the sweater, and giving a loud groan as he examined the large reindeer on the front.

“Its nose lights up…” Katie said pressing it.

At that he let out a chuckle and shook his head. “I’m not wearing this.”

“Hey I don’t make the rules babes!”

“I never was one for rules…” he muttered, now examining the Pyjamas that were green with little red Santa Clauses all over them.

“Bullshit!” Katie laughed and he looked at her, as she fake saluted “Captain America reporting for duty, Sir!”

“Punk…” he said, shaking his head as his lips quirked upwards and he waved the clothes he was holding at her. “They’re awful.” he snorted.

They’re supposed to be, that’s the point…” she looked at him, batting her eye lids “Don’t be a Grinch…” “I have no idea what that is.” he shook his head.

“Ok, a Scrooge then…” “I am not dressing like an idiot.” Katie opened her mouth to make a joke about stars, stripes and spandex but he cut her off instantly, spotting the look on her face. Holding up his hand he shook his head.

“Just don’t…”

After some cajoling Katie managed to convince Steve to wear the Pyjamas for the morning. Stockings were opened, Bucks Fizz and Coffee was drunk as they exchanged gifts sitting cross legged on the floor by the fire. But he had one last gift for her that he hadn’t wrapped as it wasn’t a Christmas gift per-sey, it was something he’d wanted to give her for a while now but he finally felt the time was right. He took the opportunity to retrieve it from his bag whilst she was dressing after they had eaten breakfast, grabbing the small item in his hand and crossing the room so he was stood in front of her.

“There's something else I wanted to give you." Steve said gently, unable to stop his eyes from straying down the top half of her body which was clad in nothing but a bra as she pulled on the large sweater. "Huh?" she her head emerged from the hole in the sweater and as she noticed him watching her she smirked, sticking her arms through the garment.  "You already did that last night Captain Sex Fiend, several times remember…." "I don’t mean..." he rolled his eyes as she started laughing before he crossed the room and stood in front of her. Katie watched as he was turning a small, circular leather box of some kind in his hand. "I found this when we were going through my stuff for the museum" he said, gently handing it to her. “I want you to have it.” She looked down at the worn leather of the dark brown box, before pressing the small button which released the catch on the worn, dark brown leather and she carefully opened the lid. Her eyes widened as she glanced down at the delicate ring inside. The stone was a small, tear drop shaped emerald set into a yellow gold band with 3 small diamonds sat underneath the larger part of the teardrop stone. "It was my mom’s" Steve offered by explanation as she looked up at him, her eyes shining "Dad bought it for her before they left Ireland, something to remind her of home ..." "The Emerald Isle..." Katie said gently, smiling at him as she looked down again. "It probably isn’t worth much and I know you don’t really wear yellow gold but I was reading up that you could get it coated..." "Steve..." she looked up at him, silencing him "I wouldn't dream of it. It's beautiful." And it was. All the more so because it had belonged to a woman she knew she would never meet but wished with all her heart she could. "Are you sure you want me to have it?" she asked. He nodded "She was buried with her wedding rings on but she gave me that specifically to pass to my someone special..." He trailed off as Katie smiled softly, taking the ring out of the box and slipping it onto the ring finger of her right. It was a tad loose but nothing that was too drastic to stop her wearing it for the time being. "Thank you." She said, her voice cracking slightly as she looked up into his eyes, those baby blues she knew so well were misting over "and for the record, regardless of what it's worth or not worth, it means the world to me that you want me to have it. It’s the best Christmas present I've ever had". She gently cupped his cheek in her hand before she leaned up and captured his lips in a soft kiss. "I love you." She said gently as his nose rubbed against hers, their foreheads coming to a rest against one another. "Love you too." He smiled, before giving her another quick kiss. "Enough to wear the sweater? She pulled back, her arms snaking round his neck as his hands dropped to her waist. He glanced at the one she was wearing which made her look like a giant Christmas tree and let out a long groan. He really didn't want to wear the hideous Christmas sweater, the one with the Reindeer on it which sported a light up nose, but as he looked at her he knew it was kind of important, a Stark tradition as she and Tony had called it. Damned it, he just couldn't say no to her. "Fine I'll wear the sweater..." 

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