“Did you buy anything for me?” Chris’s voice asked from the doorway, startling you.

“Damnit, Chris,” you said, clutching your hand to your chest. “I hate it when you do that.”

“I’d say I was sorry, but…” he gave you a sheepish grin as he came into the kitchen. He lowered himself to the ground and laughed when Dodger leaned back against him. “Alright, so what did you buy our boy?”

“I got his food,” you said, nodding towards the garage where your car was parked. “I left the trunk open for you to get it out later.” Chris nodded and motioned for you to continue. “I may have then wandered down the Halloween aisle…and before you say ‘Dogs don’t wear clothes!’” you said, doing your best impression of Chris’s voice. “I just couldn’t help myself.”

Grabbing the bag of your goodies, you pulled out things one at a time. There was a Patriots jersey, a Yoda costume and a Captain America costume. The first two got ‘yes, that’s awesome!’ from Chris, while the third made him groan.

“Look, it comes with it’s own shield!” you said, holding up the frisbee that came with the Captain America costume. “We’ll have to take a picture of you two with your shields.”

“You’re lucky I love you,” Chris muttered all the while smiling.

“They had Christmas sweaters, too,” you told him as he opened the package for the Yoda costume. “I was thinking maybe we could do an ugly sweater picture this year…”

“Ugly sweaters are fun,” Chris said, nodding in agreement. “But maybe we should get through Halloween before we start planning Christmas.”

“Says the man who was singing Jingle Bells in the shower this morning,” you retorted and he just smiled as he pulled the Yoda-ear headband from the package.

You both realized what was going to happen a split second before it did, but there was nothing you could do to stop Dodger from grabbing the headband from Chris’s hand and running from the room with it.

You hung your head in defeat as Chris roared with laughter.

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“I will not scrape your pumpkin out,” you cut him off, shaking your spoon at him. “I know I have pumpkin seeds in my hair and everywhere. So stop with the bull-”

Suddenly, his mouth is on yours and you find yourself pressed back against the cool wood of one of his kitchen cupboards. The spoon falls from your hands as you wrap your arms around Steve’s neck and kiss him back.

A moment later, Steve pulls away and, breathlessly, says, “You’re always beautiful to me. No bullshit. Got it?”

Nodding your head, you watch him reposition himself in front of his own pumpkin.  He picks up his spoon and continues scooping guts from his pumpkin under your watchful eye.

Catching your eye, he offers, “Would you like me to finish scooping yours?”

You shake your head and return to cleaning your pumpkin out.

“Have you decide what you’re going to carve?” he asks.

“Not yet,” you reply, glancing at the packet of carving stencils. “You?”

Steve shrugs and says, “I’ve got a couple ideas.”

Because your pumpkin is smaller than the one he is working on, you finish first and begin flipping through the carving templates. Finding a pretty unicorn design, you follow the directions to put it on your pumpkin and begin the tracing process.

It isn’t until you’re ready to start carving your pumpkin, after the tedious process of copying the template, that you realize Steve has already started his carving. His brow is furrowed as he focuses on his pumpkin and you can see the dark, detailed lines of whatever design he’d drawn on his pumpkin.

He had admitted to you earlier in the evening that he’d been a fan of carving pumpkins in his youth, especially since there had been so many years that he’d been forced to stay inside on Halloween due to his health.

It isn’t until nearly three hours later, long after you’d finished your own pumpkin carving and cleaned up the guts of both pumpkins, that he finishes his. Your jaw drops as you see the intricate carving he has done of The Headless Horseman, both with full chunks of pumpkin being removed as well as the darker orange layer shaved off in other places.

Despite the simplicity of yours compared to his, you know that Steve is completely honest when he praises your work. After all, your gifted artist of a boyfriend has seen pathetic attempts at drawing.

With both pumpkins finished, the two of you carry them to the bay window–not trusting the neighborhood kids to not destroy them outside–and place them there. You take two flameless candles and put on in each.

“Shall we go admire them from outside?” Steve asks.

You nod and the two of you get bundled up and go outside into the cool fall weather to admire your handy work from two floors down. Steve wraps his arms around you and holds you close as you both look up.

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The two of you were greeted warmly by the woman who ran the B&B with her husband. After checking you in, she led you up the stairs to the “Romance Suite” which had a private seating area with doors to a bathroom with a soaking tub and another to a bedroom with a king size bed.

“Do you have any other couples staying this weekend?” you asked the woman.

“Oh, no, dear,” she replied. “We’re actually closed this weekend, but my father was in the 107th and well.” She smiled warmly at Steve. “I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for your boyfriend.” She glanced at her watch. “I’ve already told Steve, but my niece is getting married in Florida this weekend, so my husband and I are getting ready to leave ourselves. You two will have the place to yourselves.”

“Thank you again, Maggie,” Steve said to the woman. “I truly appreciate it.”

After putting your stuff down, you and Steve followed Maggie down to the main floor and she showed the two of you around, telling you both to make yourselves at home while you were there.

Once she and her husband had left for their drive to Florida, you and Steve went for a walk around the little, touristy town. You checked out some of the shops and Steve insisted on buying you a pair of sunglasses when you’d realized you’d left yours back home. Then you guys got a late lunch at one of the local diners before going to the grocery store to get some stuff to make dinner.

Returning to the bed and breakfast, you helped Steve put the groceries away and then the two of you relaxed on the porch swing reading books you’d found in the small library. The two of you lived such regimented lives that it was nice to not have to do any one thing by a certain time.

Because of that, it was nearly seven o’clock in the evening before you two started making dinner together and just before eight when you finally ate. After cleaning up after yourselves, the two of you went down to the water’s edge to watch sunset.

With a blanket under you, you leaned back against Steve as he wrapped his arms around you as the sun began to dip under the horizon line. In just a matter of minutes, the sun had disappeared completely, but the two of you stayed put even after the other sunset watchers had left. It wasn’t until storm clouds moved in that the two of you made your way back to the bed and breakfast.

Steve followed you up to the room you were sharing, but he paused just outside the main door instead of following you in. When you noticed, you turned to look back at him.

“Something wrong?” you asked him.

“Not wrong, no,” he replied. “I just think we need to talk about our expectations for the weekend.”

“What do you mean expectations?”

Steve ran a hand through his hair before he came into the room and closed the door. Taking your hand, he led you over to the sofa and sat down, pulling you with him. “We’ve been dating for two amazing months,” he started. “And we’ve done a lot of things, but we haven’t gone all the way yet.” He cleared his throat. “Part of that was because I wasn’t ready, but I am now and I’d like to make love to you. But I don’t want to do anything you aren’t-”

Pressing a finger to his lips, you silenced him. “I want to make love to you, too,” you told him, your eyes gazing back at his. “This weekend. The sooner the better, actually.” Your eyes flickered down to his lips for a second as you removed your finger. “In fact, I was hoping we would so I packed something a little special.”

“Really?” He asked, his eyebrows raised.

“Yes,” you replied. “I’ll just need like fifteen minutes to get ready. Does that work for you?”

“Yes,” he said, a little catch in his voice as he spoke.

You giggled and then pressed a quick kiss to his lips before you went into the bedroom to grab your bag. Then you carried the bag into the bathroom to get ready. You took off your clothes and took a really fast shower, washing away the day’s grime from your body and hair. Like Steve, you had secretly hoped that sex would be on the menu for the weekend and you’d gotten a wax so you’d be ready at a moment’s notice.

After getting out of the shower, you dried off and then used your hair dryer to dry your hair, but you didn’t bother to style it. You wanted to be your natural self when you were with Steve, which meant you didn’t put on any makeup or perfume, either. Instead, you just slipped on the simple, pink, silky nighty with lace edging that you’d purchased specifically for this weekend.

When you finally exited the bathroom, you found the lights in the main room dimmed. You left your bag in the corner of the room before you made your way into the bedroom where you found Steve waiting for you.

“Wow,” he breathed, a smile overtaking his face as he took you in.

“You look pretty wow yourself,” you told him. Judging by his wet hair, he had showered and then had changed into a pair of low slung pajama pants, leaving his strong, sculpted chest bare.

You’re not sure who took the first step, but soon the two of you had closed the gap and your lips were pressed against his. Things progressed slowly as the two of you savored every moment of your first time together. What clothing the two of you were wearing came off and was forgotten as Steve moved you to the bed.

After kissing you nearly senseless, Steve made his way down your body, expressing his desire for you as he went along. He used his mouth on every inch of your skin as his hands led him down your body. You arched your back, offering yourself to him as he descended.

You were already wet when his large hands reached your pussy, but that didn’t stop him from teasing you or laughing against your sensitive skin when you wiggled your lower body to get him to touch you where you really wanted him to. Your eyes rolled back into your head when his fingers finally touched your clit. He soon had you squirming for a completely different reason as he worked your clit and pussy with his fingers and his mouth.

Your fingers clutched the bed sheets as Steve brought you to your climax. Cries escaped your lips as your body contracted. Steve continued to touch you as you came down from you high and he was smiling up at you when you finally managed to open your eyes.

Still feeling a little limp, you motioned him to come up to you and he obeyed, position himself at your side, his hard cock pressing against your hip. Rolling onto your side, you licked Steve’s lips with your tongue before you tipped your head slightly to kiss him. Meanwhile, you slithered your hand down his body and wrapped it around his dick. You felt him suck in a breath against your lips as you began to move your hand, sliding it up and down his thick member.

“Stop, stop,” he groaned against your lips less than a minute later. “I don’t want to ruin this for us by coming now.” His blue eyes bore into yours and he pushed you back against the mattress before he got up. You watched him as leaned over and grabbed a condom from the bedside table.

Once the condom was on, he positioned himself above you then slid into you slowly, allowing your body to adjust to his girth. Once he was fully seated within you, he lowered his mouth to your neck and bit you softly as he began to move. You widened your legs and then wrapped them around his thighs to give yourself more leverage to move beneath him.

It wasn’t long before the buildup to and the sensation of your first time with Steve became too much for both of you. Steve’s groaned into your neck as he came and you clung to him as you came. The two of you laid together for a couple minutes as tried to steady your breathing. Then he left the room to get rid of the condom and returned with a wet washcloth so you could clean yourself up.

Once you were finished, you rolled your body so you were pressed against Steve and closed your eyes. He wrapped his arm around you and held you close as the two of you drifted off to sleep.

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