alexa, play when i don't have you by idarose
18+ warning - smut
DAY 28
Flashback to Seven Days Earlier
"Can I ask you for a favor?"
Amelia gazed up at Steve hesitantly as they stood in front of the elevator doors before he departed after their outside trip this morning with James. He glanced down at her with curious, blue eyes as he brought one hand up to grasp his chin.
"Of course, Rose," he nodded swiftly.
"Can I borrow your key-card?" she asked in a whisper, careful to make sure that James couldn't overhear their conversation this time.
Amelia was convinced she had came up with the perfect master plan to further her progress with James' therapy. She wanted to use Rogers' key-card to sneak out of the headquarters sometime this week, unbeknownst to James. An exciting midnight sneak-out would surely put Bucky in better spirits, he needed something fun to happen these days. She would tell him that she stole the key-card so they could slip out in the middle of the night - even if she wasn't actually stealing anything, but James didn't need to know that.
"For...?" Steve trailed off awkwardly, his eyebrows furrowing together in slight confusion, as he stepped closer to her secretively.
"I want to use it to sneak out of the facility," Amelia murmured quietly, glancing over her shoulder to make sure James wasn't anywhere to be seen. "I think James needs something exciting to happen. I'll tell him I stole it to sneak out, only to just go outside, of course. It would be something fun, he needs fun."
A flicker of something Amelia couldn't quite make out flashed through Steve's orbs as he struggled to absorb what she had just asked of him. He pondered momentarily, scratching the back of his neck, before saying, "You know that would be against protocol, right?"
Amelia nodded gently, her lips forming in a tiny, playful pout. "Please, Rogers?"
His blue eyes narrowed teasingly as he studied her face for a few moments, shaking his head as he took a deep breath. "Do you have feelings for Buck? Is that why you're doing something so ... strange?"
"No," she answered quickly, maybe too quickly, trying to play it cool so Steve wouldn't notice as she shrugged her shoulders. "It's just part of the process."
"Uh-huh," he grunted, a smile slipping onto his lips as he laughed softly, pulling out his key-card and holding it up between the two of them. "Whatever you say, Rose. All I ask is that you don't lose it, alright?"
Amelia bounced on the balls of her feet happily, snatching the key-card from his fingers, as she leaned forward and placed a quick kiss on his cheek.
"You're the best."
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Present
Amelia hesitated outside of James' bedroom doorway as she glanced down at Steve's key-card in her hand, a soft smile creeping its way onto her lips, as she held a large blanket and one bottle of wine in her other hand. James was perched in his twin-sized bed with a book in his hands, the room illuminated by the lamp that rested on his bedside table, completely engrossed in the page he was currently on.
James lifted his head to glance at her as she stepped into the confinement of his room, his eyes observing her jeans and thick, beige cardigan with scrutiny.
"Put something warm on," Amelia ordered tentatively. "Let's go."
"Go?" he questioned curiously, his blue eyes flickering to the alarm clock on his night stand that read 12:11 AM. "Go where?"
"We're sneaking out."
The book he was previously immersed in was now resting in his lap as his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Excitement trickled through his veins as he noticed the items Amelia held in her hands and the way her eyes lit up with exhilaration as she continued to stare at him.
"But we can't leave," he noted puzzledly.
Amelia held up the key-card with a widespread grin. "We can now."
"Did you steal that?" James asked incredulously, throwing the book off to the side as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, swiftly standing up.
"No," she shrugged nonchalantly, nibbling at the inside of her lower lip. "I ... borrowed it."
"You're crazy," he breathed out, a grin forming on his lips as he ran his tongue across his bottom lip.
"Maybe so," Amelia chuckled softly, nudging his arm urgently with her elbow since her hands were quite full. "Now hurry up, let's go."
James' whimsical eyes observed Amelia's curly, raven-colored hair that was half up, half down, falling around her rosy cheeks before hurriedly turning around to grab a jacket and slip his feet into his boots that were next to his desk. He wasn't sure why Amelia kept going to the lengths that she did for him, but he sure wasn't complaining either.
As he followed Amelia out in the hallway and towards the elevators, he examined the way her curves moved around in her jeans as she walked. It had been days since he had a taste of her, and his mouth was practically watering at the sight of her hips swaying as she descended the corridor.
"How come you've never tried leaving?" she questioned avidly, pressing the ground level button on the wall of the elevator as they stepped inside.
"I guess once I got here, I liked the seclusion a little more than I expected."
"And what about now?" Amelia continued her brief interrogation as the conveyor started to guide them down.
"I don't think I like being lonely anymore."
Their eyes held each other for what felt like minutes, only to be interrupted by the elevator doors gliding open. Amelia placed her finger on her lips as she glanced at James, signaling for him to stay quiet, as she tiptoed out in the main lobby. Once they reached the glass doors that led to the entrance of the building, she swiped Steve's key-card on the pad next to the door, making the glowing red light flash to green.
James reached around Amelia's petite figure to help her push the doors open, inhaling her addictive, vanilla scent as he did so, which did not help his growing urge to have her again. As they crept silently outside, he couldn't help but stare up at the sky, the stars were unusually intense tonight - but maybe it was because he hadn't been out at night in so long.
Amelia watched James as he peered up at the cluster of sparkling stars that were spread out along the black sky, accompanied by the bright, round moon that illuminated the vast field in front of the headquarters.
"It's peaceful," she commented gingerly.
"I forgot how much I missed being outside at night."
The crisp, midnight air pricked at Amelia's exposed cheeks as they made their way out into the middle of the grassy field, making her wrap her free arm around herself in an attempt to warm herself up.
"I used to go outside with my mom on school nights, right before bed," Amelia told James softly, stopping in an area that seemed to be a good sky-gazing spot. "We would watch the stars for a while."
James couldn't help but feel sorry for Amelia as she spoke of her mother. He couldn't imagine what it felt like to lose someone close to you, yet they were still alive at the same time. His mom may have been dead but hers might as well have been. Taking the blanket from her icy-cold fingers, he laid out the blanket on the ground for them to perch on, wrapping his arm around Amelia's shivering body as he eased her down onto the fabric with him.
"You miss your mother." It wasn't a question.
"Very much so," she whispered, peering up at the sky once more as she nuzzled into James' warm torso.
"Do you feel like she's gone?" James asked in a softer tone as they both gazed up for a while. "Even though she isn't?"
"The woman I know now isn't my mother. My mother has been gone for a long time," Amelia sighed, resting her cheek on his shoulder. "The disease has made her into a ... shell of what she used to be. She looks like my mother but there's nothing inside anymore."
James grabbed the wine bottle that rested in Amelia's lap, twisting the cap until it opened with a hiss. He brought the opening to his lips, swallowing a couple chugs before handing it over to Amelia, who mimicked the same action.
"What was she like?" he asked after a few moments of downing some liquid courage.
"Exactly like me," Amelia whispered with a small, sad chuckle.
"She was amazing, then," he stated confidently.
His words soared through Amelia like wildfire, igniting a flame inside her bones as the flutters in her stomach took over. Dropping her gaze from the twinkling orbs in the sky to his bright, blue ones, she couldn't help but get lost in the intensity of them as they stared back.
"Did you really steal a key-card to take me out in the middle of the night to watch stars?"
"Yes," she cooed gently, her voice faltering as she spoke, the butterflies taking away her ability to speak properly once again.
"Hmm," James hummed quietly, his hand gripping her waist a little tighter. "How will I ever repay you?"
The heat from his hand on her waist made warmth explode over her entire body. The corners of her full lips turned up into a playful smirk as she tilted her head sideways, never breaking eye contact with him. "I don't know," she brought her lip in between her teeth. "But you better make it good."
The teasing nature of her words made James' stomach flip with excitement as his eyes flickered between her curvy, pink lips and her taunting stare. "Are you teasing me?" he quipped lowly, his lips parting slowly as he watched her head bob up and down hesitantly. "Lay down."
Shivers traveled up her spine and through her limbs as she shakily followed his orders, untangling from his arm and lying flat on her back on the blanket. Her hands rested on her lower stomach as she waited anxiously for what he was going to do next. The chilly breeze mixed with the anticipation growing inside of her made her nipples grow hard underneath her silk tank-top that she donned with her cardigan.
"I'm going to taste you now," James said huskily next to Amelia's ear as he leaned over her, taking her hands into his own as he placed them on both sides of her body, holding them tightly. "But I don't want you to move your hands. The second you move them, I'll stop, understand?"
Amelia hadn't even realized she was biting down on her bottom lip eagerly until she felt a sharp pain from biting a little too hard as she nervously nodded her head at him.
His hand trailed up her side, stopping at her breast as he pinched her nipple between his fingers, earning a tiny yelp. "I said, do you understand?"
"Yes," she squeaked.
"Good girl," he commented with a smirk, repositioning himself until he was between Amelia's legs, as he unbuttoned her jeans.
The tension that was building between her legs made Amelia's head spin as she watched James tug her jeans from her body, along with her shoes, as his beautiful eyes glanced back up to gauge her reaction. The frigid air nipped at her newly exposed skin, making goosebumps trail up her legs, along with the feeling of James' fingers gliding along her thighs, caressing her as he devoured her body with his eyes.
Her flutters spiraled down to her core as his fingers found their way to her wet panties, massaging circles against her folds through the moist fabric, causing a whimper to leave Amelia's parted lips. Bucking her hips to match his movements, she grasped the blanket with her fists, careful not to move them from her sides.
"Already so wet," James breathed, leaving kisses on her inner thigh as he continued his massage against her throbbing core.
Ripples of pleasure soared through her body as he grasped the fabric of her panties and pulled them down her legs until he tossed them aside, licking his lips as he observed her glistening pussy in the moonlight. She watched with wild eyes as he firmly spread her legs wider with his broad hands, holding them down as his tongue pressed against her clit, rubbing gentle circles before bringing his entire mouth down on her heat, sucking tenderly with a wet pop.
"Oh, yesss," she moaned needily, thrashing her head backwards as her eyes squeezed shut.
"You taste so good, Amelia," he mumbled hoarsely against her as he slid his tongue between her folds, bringing up his hand and plunging one finger inside her warmth simultaneously.
Amelia brought her head back up with an audible squeal as she adoringly watched James pump his finger inside of her, licking and slurping her juices sloppily. His eyes would meet hers every so often, wanting to see how good he was making his girl feel, as he moaned into her clit.
"Fuuuck," she whined in a strained voice as he forced another finger inside of her, filling her up even more, as he thrusted them into her roughly now.
"I want you to cum on my face, baby," he cooed hungrily, making Amelia twitch with euphoria at the sound of him calling her baby.
The butterflies burst through her belly, into her chest that heaved up and down tirelessly as she moaned in ecstasy, as her walls clenched around his fingers that were fucking her aggressively. The stimulation of his fingers mixed with his skillful mouth was almost too much to bear, the pleasure building inside of her, ready to burst.
James pulled his mouth away from her heat, a string of saliva stringing from his lips to her clit, as he withdrew his fingers from her and rubbed his hand across her sex rapidly. Delightful noises were leaving Amelia's construed face now as her climax reached her, her juices oozing out of her delicious pussy as she shook with bliss, her orgasm taking over her body.
He brought his mouth back to her folds, licking up every lost drop until she collapsed weakly underneath his touch, her breathing was heavy now as she came down from her high.
"Have a taste," James ordered with a tiny smile playing on his wet lips, bringing his dripping fingers up to her mouth.
Amelia sucked her liquids from James' fingers, tasting the warm, sweet juice from them with a pop. She loved the way his blue orbs lit up with passion as he watched her taste herself, the way his lips gleamed with the same juices, dripping down his bearded chin.
"You're so beautiful, doll."
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