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Lithe arms stretched out as Natasha Stark rolled off her super soldier lover. Her chest rose and sank heavily as she struggled to catch her breath, head and body reeling from the salacious activities that had just taken place. Wiggling around on her side of the bed beside Steve Rogers, she could hear the popping of some of her ligaments.

“I think I’m gonna have to hit the gym with you,” she whined, twisting to the side as her back popped. “Either that or start taking multivitamins like an old woman. My body just isn’t what it used to be.”

Steve grunted in acknowledgement.

Milk chocolate eyes peeked through long lashes at his face. Baby blue hues were fixated on the ceiling in deep concentration. She waved a hand in front of his face, and he blinked down to her with a grin. “Hey, doll.

“Hey yourself,” she murmured, snuggling up against his side and tossing an arm over his chest. “What’s got your star spangled Spanx in a bunch?”

His hand came up and weaved his fingers through her own. With minimal effort, he pulled her hand closer into view where he could stare down at the radiantly sparkling jewel donning her left ring finger. “Just can’t wait to make you my wife is all,” he whispered, lips brushing over her knuckles.

Her lips curled into a soft smile before it faded. They had been through hell together. They defended Earth against an alien invasion, stopped the world destruction from her own robot creation and his army, and even went toe-to-toe with each other. When it came to Thanos, they weren’t able to stop him...and she almost died in space. Since being reunited, they hadn’t been able to get enough of each other. Even how fast the engagement came was quite a shock.

They determined that they were going to take their time though, maybe put the wedding off for a year or so. Rushing in so soon after the decimation probably wouldn’t be fair to everyone else.

Then again...the wedding wasn’t for everyone else, was it?

Her eyes grew wide as an idea popped into that genius mind of hers. She perked up, drawing Steve’s attention away from the ceiling and onto her. “We can do it in Vegas.”

“What?”

Pure excitement pulsed through her veins as she jolted up out of bed, sitting cross-legged and holding onto her knees. “Steve, it’s perfect! Let’s just get married in Vegas!”

He cocked an eyebrow. “What, like elope? What about the others, and Rhodey, and Pepper, and…”

Her hands raked through her just-screwed auburn locks in frustration. “That’s just it, Steve. Our wedding? That’s for us, to celebrate our union. You can’t wait. I can’t wait. Why should we wait?”

“But-”

“We could get married at the Little Neon Chapel, have Elvis officiate and then drive down Las Vegas Boulevard in a pink Cadillac,” she interjected, ignoring him.

He rolled his eyes, his hand resting on her knee to get her attention. When her eyes locked on his, he offered her a small smirk. “Why spend the money to go all the way out there when we could just as easily get married at the courthouse with a few witnesses?”

She shook her head, eyes falling where his hand rested. “We haven’t ventured very far from this compound since I got back,” she drawled. “We’ve been exhausting all our resources to reverse this thing...and I want to, I do. I still close my eyes and see Parker just disintegrating in my arms.”

There was silence from Captain America, but he squeezed his fiancee’s leg as a gesture of support.

Tears formed in her eyes as she glanced around the room and back at Steve. “Stevie...I have to get away from it for a while. I want our friends there, but I need to get away from all of it, every reminder. I’m afraid...I’m afraid I’ll go out of my everloving mind if I don’t.”

Instantly, his arms ensnared the woman in a bear hug, his hand bracing the back of her head and petting her hair in a comforting gesture. His lips met the corner of her eye as he kissed her tears away. “Okay, doll. Okay,” he cooed, squeezing her even tighter. “We can do it in Vegas.”

It was almost hard to believe that had been just 72 hours prior to the moment Toni was living in. Then again, to her, the last 72 hours flew by like a dream.

In their luxurious hotel room at the Venetian, she gaped in the mirror at the woman who was reflected back at her. Her lengthy light auburn locks were pinned back away from her face, the strands weaved into a elegant low updo held together by pearl and rhinestone bobby pins. One strand hung off to the right side for a little dramatic emphasis, curled just enough to give her hair a soft wave.

Her makeup itself was done mostly naturally. Darker flesh tones painted her eyelids, outlined on the bottom with inky lines of eyeliner. Her long lashes were made even lengthier and more full with waterproof mascara. She already had full lips to begin with as well, but the addition of maroon lipstick made them appear even plumper.

The dress itself was a marvel. She had managed to go to a bridal store and find the perfect ivory silk gown. The straps were thin, but cut over her chest in a v-formation with an extra little curve to accentuate her bosom. A wide ivory sash wrapped around the waist of the gown, separating the bodice from the skirt. The skirt flowed beautifully over her curves. It wasn’t form-fitting or body-conforming in the slightest, but hugged just the right areas before the fabric spilled to the floor and made a tiny pool at her feet. A slit ran right up the left side of the skirt to the middle of Toni’s thigh, adding just the right amount of sultry to the whole outfit. To pull everything together a little more, long silver earrings with diamond leaves down their length and two pearl spheres at the bottom dangled from her ears. Her freshly manicured feet adorned strappy silver heels with rhinestones down the front, toe and leg straps.

As Toni gawked, her stomach started to flip. Within such a small amount of time, she would be on a gondola marrying Steven Grant Rogers, a man out of time. Both of them had defeated the odds against them time and time again to get to where they were. It seemed so much like a fairy tale, a dream. Like if she reached out and touched anything, she’d wake up and still be lost in space, even further from Steve’s arms than she was in that moment.

Just the thought of that possibility made her nearly double over, the flipping in her stomach shifting to more of a churning. Her chest felt hollow and empty, like the air had been sucked from her lungs and the room. Her body trembled and convulsed as she shivered, the warmth having fled her body. Her clammy hands tugged at her own upper arms as she gasped for air.

“Miss Stark?” a voice trilled, a soft hand resting on the small of Toni’s back.

That minute amount of touch was enough to ground Toni a little, to calm the tumultuous storm that had been building inside her. Her head snapped up, her eyes locking on the concerned forest green eyes of a petite red-headed woman, the wedding planner. Taking a deep breath, the billionaire straightened herself out and gave the woman a small smile. “Sorry, Miss Waltham. What can I do for you?”

The woman carefully scanned Toni’s face, and Toni couldn’t help but feel guilty. How many brides with cold feet had she seen before, that ran out and cancelled the wedding completely? She must have been worried that Iron Woman was going to do the same thing. “Is everything okay? You know, it’s perfectly natural to feel nervous. Marriage is, after all, a new adventure! But I can assure you, it’s an exciting one.”

This caused the bride to snort. Because of their status as Earth’s defenders, even getting coffee was an adventure for them. She knew how the woman truly meant it, though: that every day was a new opportunity to discover things together and try new experiences. She could only wish for all of those opportunities with her new husband. When the red-head cleared her throat, Toni broke out of her mini daydream. “Sorry. Yes, I’m fine. It was a case of nerves, just not the nerves you think, I promise. I’ve never been more sure of anything...of anyone...in my life.”

The petite physique of the wedding planner wiggled in place before she bounced off, returning just a second later with a bouquet of red and white roses. “In that case, he’s waiting for you, Miss Stark. Are you ready?”

Toni’s fingers curled around the bouquet with a wide grin. “More than you know, Miss Waltham. Let’s get going.”

CLACK! CLACK! CLACK! CLACK!

Steve’s black dress shoes echoed through the corridor of the Venetian’s gondola station as he paced, waiting for his future wife. He didn’t think this life was possible before. He had always hoped for it, but between the war and the ice, then the whole Avengers thing, it was almost for the best that he didn’t settle down. How could he share such a dangerous life with someone and put them at risk, give them nightmares and anxieties?

That isn’t to say he didn’t date. There was that cute coffee waitress in Brooklyn, a couple women he met at the gym here and there, and of course Sharon. Sharon he could have possibly settled down with, but their dynamic was never quite like what he shared with Toni.

The thought of the billionaire made a warm smile dance over his lips as he continued pacing. He had read her file prior to jumping on the Helicarrier during Loki’s attacks, and initially wrote her off as a spoiled, pompous brat. They were at each other’s throats initially more than once, but then when they figured out how to build a team dynamic? Everything ran almost as smooth as silk.

Almost. There was that little matter of the Sokovia Accords and then the big secret about Bucky. Who could forget the Moscow battle and then all this garbage with Thanos, and how Toni was almost lost to the cosmos? Yeah. Almost as smooth as silk.

“Captain.”

The male voice broke Steve from his thoughts, effectively halting his pacing as he glanced over to the large white and gold gondola. Near the bench reserved for the lovebirds stood a dark-haired man, dressed in a black and white striped shirt with black dress slacks and a red scarf around his neck. He was giving the super soldier a smirk. “Cap, buddy, you’re gonna put a hole through the floorboards if you keep pacin’ like that.”

Baby blue eyes glanced down at the dark oak of the platform, and a chuckle reverberated through his chest. “I’m sorry. Suppose I’m just a little excited to finally be marrying my gal.”

The man gestured to the seat in front of him. “Why don’t you climb aboard? I’m sure she’ll be down any minute.”

Steve did as he was asked, stepping into the gondola carefully before taking a seat on the bench across from the gondolier. He wasn’t even seated 10 seconds before his leg began bouncing, rocking the whole boat.

A bell jingled by the station then, and the gondolier beamed at the captain once more before placing his hand on his shoulder. “And here she is.”

Steve nearly jumped from the bench, and the boat weaved on the water under the sudden shift in weight. He murmured an apology before turning his attention to the end of the dock, where a white and gold door creaked open agonizingly slowly. He expected to see her hiding behind the door, but when it finished opening, all Steve could see was a faux stained glass window and a wine-colored carpet. He huffed in aggravation. If he had to wait any longer to see his wife, he was going to go bonkers. Leave it to Toni to tease him, even at their own wedding.

When she finally came into view, Steve’s heart swelled. She was truly a vision in the simplistic ivory gown she wore, and he couldn’t drink her in enough. The way her hair was pinned back from her face, how just the slightest makeup made her glow, she was absolutely stunning...and about to truly be all his.

The way those pools of blue raked over her figure made Toni blush and glance off to the side before fixating her attention back on the soldier in front of her. He looked like he just stepped out of a post-World War II photo. Over his broad shoulders and proportional torso rested a dark greenish-brown dress Army jacket, complete with pristine brass buttons, buckles and his various military distinctions. His undershirt was just a shade different, his collar buttoned under his chin with a gold tie hugging his neck. His dress slacks were the same greenish-brown as his jacket, pressed with a crease down the center of his legs. His beeline honey hair was coiffed in a very neat, very 1940s style. He looked delicious, and it took all of Toni’s strength as she approached the boat to not jump his bones right there in front of God and everybody. Judging from his stance and the vibes he was giving off, it was safe to say he felt the same about her.

A sly smirk made the corners of her lips curl upward. Oh, she was going to have fun with this.

When she approached the end of the dock, Steve flashed her a toothy grin as he offered her a helping hand. “Good evening, Miss Stark. Lovely night for a wedding.”

Her eyes rolled, her tendrils shaking slightly with her head before she took his hand and stepped into the gondola. “I would agree, Captain Rogers,” she purred out, adding just enough emphasis on his title. It drove him wild when she did that. With how small the blue rings around his pupils were getting, she would say it was having just the right effect. Her smile widened before she adjusted her dress as they both took a seat on the bench in front of the gondolier.

Once they were comfortably seated, they were joined by an older gentleman holding a tome, and a mousy brunette with a camera. Once everyone was seated and comfortable, the gondolier untied the boat from the dock, pushing off to float through the Venetian’s stunning canals.

After a moment, the older gentleman cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses before he opened the book in his hands. “Miss Stark, Captain Rogers, it is my honor to be with you today as you-”

Toni readjusted her dress so it showed enough skin on her leg for Steve to take notice. When she took a peek from under her lashes at him, she could tell she succeeded.

He leaned in and pressed his lips to the shell of the ear of the woman beside him. “Doll, what’re you doing to me?”

A playful smirk danced over the genius’ painted lips before she feigned innocence, flashbulb going off in her face from the photographer. “I assure you, Captain,” she cooed against his ear, blowing against his lobe for added effect. “I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.”

He grinned before nipping at her ear gently. “Sure, sure. That’s why you bought the dress with the slit in it and prolonged your appearance at the dock. That’s fine, sweetheart. Keep toying with me. See where that gets you.”

She whined softly, just audible enough to hear between the two of them before she whispered back, “Hopefully pinned against a window as you make me see stars...and I'm not talking about the ones in the sky.”

“Oh, good! You two are facing each other. Let us get to the vows, hmm?”

Steve smirked before pulling both of Toni’s delicate hands in his, his eyes meeting hers. The connection between them was always strong before, but this time it was different. There was a stronger magnetic pull. She could’ve sworn he was looking right past her and deep into her soul.

“Captain Rogers, repeat after me, will you?”

The genius tuned out the words as the officiant said them, but paid perfect attention to the captain in front of her.

“I, Captain Steven Rogers, take thee, Natasha Stark, to be my lawfully wedded wife...to have and to hold, from this day forward...for better, for worse...for richer, for poorer...in sickness and in health...to love and to cherish...till death do us part. I pledge myself to you."

Tears pricked the edge of the woman’s eyes, but she didn’t allow them to fall, even with waterproof makeup on. Instead, she wiggled in her seat to adjust herself before reciting her part of the vows.

“I, Natasha Stark, take thee, Captain Steven Rogers, to be my lawfully wedded husband...to have and to hold, from this day forward...for better, for worse...for richer, for poorer...in sickness and in health...to love and to cherish...till death do us part. I pledge myself to you."

The older gentleman grinned at the two before reaching for a small velvet silver pouch in his pocket. He jammed his finger through the drawstring opening and pried it open before extending his arm to the couple. “The rings.”

Steve let Toni reach in first and dig around for his wedding ring, a modest gold band. She held it in her grasp as he pulled out her ring, a thinner gold band with alternating diamonds and rubies on it. The smile never left his face as he slipped the wedding ring over her left ring finger, resting it on top of the engagement ring.

“Natasha, I give you this ring as a symbol of my love. As it encircles your finger, may it remind you always that you are surrounded by my enduring love.”

Her thumb brushed over the cool metal of the band as she played with it. Her chest felt full, and not of shrapnel this time. Instead, it was full of love, so much so that it was spilling over through her eyes in the form of tears. She took a small gulp of air before she responded, “I will wear it gladly. Whenever I look at it, I will remember this momentous day and the vows we have made.”

The super soldier’s left hand cupped her cheek, a thumb brushing away the water streaking down before she took his hand and slipped the gold band down his left ring finger as well.

“Steven,” she whispered, taking another ragged breath before she continued, “I have for you this golden ring, a most precious metal that symbolizes your love and how it’s the most precious element in my life. The ring is a loop, with no beginning and no end, symbolizing that our love will never cease. I place it on your finger as a visible sign of the vows that have made us husband and wife.”

Her new husband jolted forward eagerly, ready to seal the deal with his bride before the officiant cleared his throat again as a warning. There was still one more part of the ceremony to be completed before they could get to the grand finale.

The officiant straightened his posture before his chest heaved in a big sigh and he closed his book. “Captain Rogers...Miss Stark...by the power vested in me by the state of Nevada, I now pronounce you husband and wife!”

There was a mass amount of cheering ringing through their ears, and suddenly Toni and Steve weren’t in their own world anymore. They both glanced up as the gondola passed under a pedestrian bridge where several people had been watching their ceremony. The flash from the camera simulated a strobe light as the photographer took what felt like 200 photos a minute. Had they really tuned everyone out except each other and the officiant this whole time?

“Now, Captain, you may kiss the bride,” the officiant teased with a wink.

Steve wasted no time at all, his strong hand wrapping around Toni’s waist and tugging her so her torso was practically in his lap. She squeaked before barking out a laugh.

“C’mere, Mrs. Stark-Rogers,” he growled out. His lips crushed against hers almost bruisingly, like he was a man starved for her. With how long he waited for this, for her, he might as well have been.

Toni melted into the kiss, turning into liquid in his arms as she pressed her lips against his in return. His tongue swiped against her lower lip, seeking entrance which she granted. The kiss lasted only a moment more (because Toni was truly worried she was going to snap at the older officiant if he cleared his throat one more time). When the two broke apart, even as they caught their breath, they couldn’t help but grin wildly at one another.

It was only a short time later when the gondola came full circle and docked at the station. The newlyweds were both yearning to get on with the wedding night festivities, but were whisked away by the photographer and wedding planner for photos. After an hour and a half of posing at various property locations followed by a half hour of additional paperwork to wrap everything up, the happy couple were finally dismissed to begin their new life together, to which they both immediately rushed to the hotel tower elevator.

“No party, no dancing, no having to mingle with a million and two guests, and we managed to stay under a $20,000 budget, Captain,” Toni teased, her feet slipping in and out of her shoes anxiously. “That’s the best wedding ever, if you ask me.”

He snorted, eyes fixated on the digital number of the hotel elevator as it kept climbing. “What made it the best wedding ever was that you were there, Mrs. Stark-Rogers.”

Her new name made a chill run up and down her spine, causing her to shiver pleasurably. “Oooh,” she purred, leaning her head against the back of the elevator car. “Is this what it’s like when I call you by your title?”

He couldn’t help but chortle at his lover as he bent down to give her a sweet peck on the cheek, leaving him in perfect position to whisper, “If this damn elevator would hurry the hell up, I plan on showing you exactly what it’s like.”

She twisted her head and captured her husband’s lips eagerly, her teeth nipping on his lower lip and eliciting a groan from the super soldier. His arms curled around her frame as he deepened their embrace, the numbers just ticking by on the ride up to their floor.

They almost didn’t hear the bell ding to signal that the car had finally arrived on their floor. Toni broke away from the kiss first, and was about to wiggle free from Steve’s grasp when a small animalistic growl ripped from his throat, his right arm hooking under her legs and hoisting her up bridal style as he carried her through the corridor.

“Y’know this is reserved for the actual threshold, right?” she amusedly scolded.

“Y’know...I don’t care,” he retorted, an ear-to-ear grin on his face as he strode towards their room. “I don’t care what threshold it’s supposed to technically be. I’ll do this over every one if I have to just to show everyone that you are my wife. Mine.”

They reached their room door a moment later, and she yanked the keycard from one of Steve’s lapel pockets. She slid it in the lock, waiting for a green light and click of the deadbolt before twisting the knob, aiding the super soldier out since his hands were otherwise occupied. He nudged the door open with his foot and took two enormous steps in, effectively crossing that threshold. He set his bride down momentarily to lock the door.

They both stepped further into their luxury suite from the foyer, and were taken aback in surprise. In the bedroom portion of the room, the spacious queen bed was freshly made, red rose petals littering the white cotton bedspread and pillows. On top of the rich mahogany dresser across from the foot of the bed sat two crystal champagne flutes with a large aluminum bucket in between, the pail filled with ice and a bottle of champagne nestled inside. The elegant beige curtains in the step-down living area were tied back with a thick red rope. A white sheer curtain draped over the window was the only thing protecting the room from getting more light glare from the bustling Las Vegas Strip below.

“Guess they needed that extra time from the photos to go ahead and do all this,” Iron Woman murmured, taking in the work of the wedding planner and the guest room attendants. She was still admiring their handiwork when she felt soft lips brush over the sensitive area where her collarbone and neck connected, causing her to tilt her head to the side and grant Steve easier access.

“Probably. That...and it was all just one big tease. It was torture, having to wait so long to get you back here to ravish you,” he gruffed, voice low and husky as his hands skimmed up the curvy sides of his bride before they danced back down again, both hands resting firmly against her rear and giving that area a squeeze. “Doll...I think you’re wearing way too many layers for my liking.”

A trill of a giggle left her throat as she shifted out of her heels and kicked them to the side. Craning her neck, she made eye contact with him from her peripheral. “Then do something about it, Captain.”

The guttural snarl that emanated from him as he nipped at her shoulder caused heat to shoot down and pool in her stomach. His calloused fingers fumbled at the top of her dress, trying to feel if she had a hidden clasp or anything he had to be concerned with. When he realized it was just a zipper, his lips skirted over the center of her shoulder blades. He tugged on the tiny metal piece, the teeth eliciting a perfect noise as they split apart, exposing more of her to him. As more skin revealed itself, he peppered it with a trail of kisses leading to the base of the zipper, resting right at the small of her back. He shoved the silk of the gown aside on the right just enough to be able to nibble her hip.

“Recite our words for me, love.”

She sighed as he kissed a trail back up her spine. “If we say ‘lime’, then everything’s good.”

A kiss to her left shoulder.

“‘Lemon’ means we take things slow.”

One to her right.

“And ‘cranberry’ means we need to stop.”

His fingers hooked under either strap of her dress as his lips skirted over the junction of her neck and collarbone again, taking the skin between his teeth and suckling gently. “And where are we at now?”

The gesture caused Iron Woman to pant slightly, arousal pooling further near her core. “Lime, lime, lime, Steve. Dear God, it’s lime,” she hissed, flustered at his agonizingly gradual pace.

A soft chuckle, and with a flick of his wrists the bodice of her dress fell around her waist, exposing her torso to the cool air in the hotel suite. Her fingers propelled it over her hips quickly, allowing all the silk to pool on the floor at her feet. She was bared completely to him, save for her white lace bra and matching cheeky panties. Her fingers reached back and found the clasp of the bra, yanking the hooks free and letting the garment fall to the floor. Rotating on her heel, she smirked at her husband playfully, head tilted in an innocent gesture.

“What is it?” he inquired, eyes focused on the bounce of her chest and the perkiness of her nipples in the brisk air.

“Well, Captain,” she breathed, her hands fiddling with his jacket collar as she leaned forward, her chest pressing against him suggestively, “It seems now that you’re the one wearing too many layers.”

His irises were practically non-existent, pupils blown wide with lust. They were fixated on her, affectionate yet stern, a look Toni knew all too well. “Then you should take care of the issue.”

It wasn’t a playful suggestion. It was a command.

Immediately, she went to work. Her digits curled around the fabric tucked in the buckle of his belt, tugging at the material and sliding it through the brass buckle until the entire belt fell away from him. She batted her eyes up at him before toying with the bottom button of the jacket, causing it to break away from the hole. Every move was deliberately measured, formulated to get him more hot and bothered than he already was. She could tell that much from his gaze and the growing bulge in his slacks, which she would brush against nonchalantly every so often.

He rolled his head side to side in aggravation. “Fucking hell, doll. What’re you doing to me?”

“Language, Cap,” she chided as she worked on the next button up. “Good things come to those who wait.”

“You and I both wrote the book on waiting, Toni.”

“And look what came of it,” she countered, flashing her left hand at him before starting on the next button. “Patience is a virtue, and you, my dear...sweet...loving husband, are supposed to be the very definition of the word.”

His chest shook once with a sarcastic snort. “I won’t be very virtuous with you tonight, I guarantee it.”

The connotation in his warning only added fuel to her internal fire. She finished the last button on the jacket and pushed the offensive layer over his shoulders, folding it neatly in her arms before tossing it gently onto a nearby chair. When she focused back on the captain, he already had his tie loosened, and the first button undone of his undershirt. “Feeling a little pent up, are we?”

He swooped down and captured her lips with his own hungrily, fidgeting with some of his buttons while she worked on the others. “I...want...to...claim...my...wife,” he uttered out between fervent lip locks. “You’ve been...a little minx...long enough.” He yanked the golden tie over his head as she jerked away the fabric of the undershirt, his rippling muscles exposed to the air. Her fingers tugged at the waistline of his dress slacks as she aimed to give his expanding tent some relief. He caught her wrist, the satin of the tie still in his grasp dusting over her.

“Turn.”

She didn’t hesitate in obeying, pivoting on her heel until her back was to him. Her hands clasped behind her expectantly, but he surprised her when the fabric settled over her eyes instead. Her vision blackened, she could only feel Steve’s arm extend in front of her.

“How many fingers do you see?”

It was a bit of a trick question. The correct answer was “none,” because he should have her blinded properly. If she answered anything else, he would spank her. Well, since she had been a temptress all day…

“Three.”

She could hear the aggravated exhale of her husband as he retracted his limb. There was a minuscule rush of air that fanned her ass before the crack of skin-on-skin contact echoed through the room and her ears. She yelped softly as pain radiated through her right cheek. When she was about to reach back to alleviate the pain, the captain fired two more swats in quick succession, his lips grazing the shell of her ear.

“You wanna try that again, doll?”

Her fingers went to reach back again, but he flicked her hand away with his own. She wouldn’t be getting any comfort without giving him an answer, and she was nothing if not consistent. “I saw three,” she reiterated.

Another irritated huff before he smacked her thrice more in the same place. Her pearly whites sunk into her lower lip as she whimpered.

“You know I can do this all damn night, Natasha.”

Oh, her full first name. She must have really ruffled his feathers. Deciding to give a little bit in their game, she whispered, “Nothing. I saw nothing, and I still see nothing.”

“So you lied to me?”

Oh, fuck.

SLAP!

“Fuuuuuck, Steve!” she hissed, craning her head toward the man behind her. “Seriously?!”

A strong arm wrapped around her shoulders and applied a bit of pressure, signaling for her to face him completely. His hand cupped her chin, keeping her face in place as he closed the distance between them. “You’re damn right, ‘seriously.’ I told you I was anxious to marry you, hungry to make you my wife and claim you as truly mine. I thought you were anxious too, but you’ve done nothing but torment me all day.”

She chuckled and rolled her shoulders in a shrug. “What can I say? It’s one of the reasons why you fell in love with me.” Hopeful that she was being charming enough to get her out of any trouble, she arched on her tiptoes and pursed her lips, waiting for him to close the inch of space between them with a smooch.

She could feel his face moving closer. He was just about to close the gap completely when he clicked his tongue disapprovingly, his nose brushing against hers affectionately. “Huh uh,” he taunted, “Good girls get rewards. Bad girls get punishments. Get on the bed and scoot up until you get to the headboard and hold onto it.”

A rush of air flirted with her ass again. He was ready to swat at her. Instinctively, she flinched. He instead clapped a hand on the tender area, moving to the left and right in a rough rubbing motion.

“Don’t you dare even think about making me wait long, either.”

With the weight of his warning, she didn’t want to. She knew what happened when she pushed Steve’s buttons just enough, and that gravel in his voice told her he was right on that cusp. Plus, she was actually aching to see what he had in store for her. That ache is what propelled her to clamber onto the plush mattress and fumble her way to the headboard. Her hands found the metal bar instantly, digits curling around the cool brass as she flipped herself to sit reclined against the pillows, facing him. From across the room where their luggage was, she could hear the zip of one of their suitcases. She only hoped it was the suitcase she was thinking of, the thought of its contents making her body tremble in anticipation.

There was a sudden warmth on her left side, and she knew her lover had returned. The weight of the bed shifted as he braced a knee against the mattress, hovering over her. Something coarse wound around the skin of her wrists, and instantly she knew it was one of the rope coils she packed.He was meticulous, wrapping the coil around either wrist and crossing it at the middle before wrapping the coil around the bronze bar of the headboard. He repeated the process three times before knotting the cord. There was a slight tug at the knot, and then his fingers slipped under the rope between it and her wrists, making sure it was loose enough for her to wiggle or twist without worry of burns or cuts. Her joints rolled in demonstration to him, showing that she was restrained securely yet safely. A brush of his thumb over her knuckles was a loving gesture and a silent thank you for the confirmation.

There was an emptiness then beside her then, and she realized he must have retreated from the mattress. Two soft metallic thunks echoed through her ears, the bed shifting from something tugging on the frame. He was securing different coils at the foot of the bed. Her suspicions were confirmed when his hand plucked her left ankle and spread her leg as far as would be comfortable for her, the rope winding around the area soon after. He repeated the process with her right leg before slipping his fingers between her and the rope once more. She again rolled her joints. Instead of his fingers giving her loving acknowledgement, however, his lips found purchase with the top of her right foot, then her left.

She sighed contently and arched in the air as he kissed trails up either side of her legs. A kiss to the shin...right below the knee...to the inside of her knees...above the knee on her thigh. Her chest rose with a sharp intake of air as he made his way up towards that sweet spot she yearned for him to touch, the fire insider her raging hotter than ever. “Steve…”

Against the inside of her thigh, she could feel a sly smirk pull at his lips. Without acknowledging her, his tongue slipped past his lips and lapped affectionately against the sensitive flesh of her thigh, leaving a minor stripe in its wake. He pulled back just enough to purse his lips and blow against the wet area, causing an intense tingling sensation to shoot straight to her core. Her body jerked a bit in response.

“Oh, fuck, Stevie,” she keened, hips pushing off on the mattress. She could only hope she was thrusting closer towards his mouth.

His palms braced against her hips and jostled softly, keeping her in place as he nipped at the area he had just licked in warning. “That’s Captain to you, Mrs. Stark-Rogers.”

A fervent nod of her head was her answer as she wiggled under his grasp. He applied the same ministrations to the inside of her other thigh, this time dangerously close to her center. She could feel the heat of his head right there, so tantalizingly close yet so dreadfully far in the same distance.

“Captain, Captain, Captain, Captain…”

The title was a mantra off her lips. She could feel her arousal pooling between her legs, and she bent her limbs just the smallest amount to edge him closer toward the grand prize.

Her attempts didn’t go unnoticed as his fingers dipped from her hips down through the valley of her pelvic frame conjoining her torso with her legs, tickling her and brushing just the very edge of her core. The movements caused her to mewl desperately, hips thrusting up once more.

The super soldier let out a seductive chuckle as he rested his head on her thigh. His breath washed over her sex, causing her to huff and writhe against her bonds.

“Oh, my darling, beautiful wife,” he cooed. “I told you...only good girls get rewards. Besides, aren’t you the one who said that good things come to those who wait?”

Behind the silk of the tie, her eyes widened at his implication. She had to maintain her poker face, though, so she offered him a cool smile. “Oh please, Captain. You told me you couldn’t wait to get me back here. Do you honestly expect me to believe you’re doing all this just to leave me hanging?”

He hummed in response. “I’m not going to completely leave you hanging.”

Her head cocked to the side, and she felt the mattress shift under his weight again as he moved to grab something he must have put off to the side. When he returned, his calloused fingers ran over the top of her pelvis, thumb hooking into the top right edge of her thong. He pulled the fabric aside, and she shivered as the breezy air feathered over her slickness. He didn’t give her long to adjust before a conical silicone item pressed against her glistening center. With a little extra push and help from how soaked she was, the toy slid into her easily, filling her just enough. Part of the toy curled against the bundle of nerves just above that area, rubbing against it in the most delicious way. She couldn’t help but moan at the feeling, shifting to adjust herself.

A small click from the foot of the bed, and a low, pulsating vibration shook the toy. The billionaire tossed her head back, keening in pleasure. The bed shifted again before Steve’s presence was on her left side again, hand caressing her cheek.

“I’m not going to completely leave you hanging,” he repeated. “No. Instead, I’m going to drive you to the brink and back...again...and again...and again. You won’t get to cum unless I give you permission. Meanwhile...I believe the Patriots just started their first quarter. I think I’m going to catch a little football while you think about what you did to me today.”

She huffed in aggravation, body twisting as the toy vibrated against her insides and her clit.

The captain swooped down and locked her lips with his own, their teeth and tongues clashing in a lust-laden kiss. “Maybe if you’re a good girl for me and serve out your punishment until halftime, you might just get a reward,” he offered.

“F-First quarter…?! Halftime...ugh, Captain!” she whimpered. “What are you doing to me?”