Talia laughed as Steve scooped her up into his arms and kicked the door closed behind him; excitement and passion burning behind the ice of his eyes. His lips crashed into hers with frantic desire and she wrapped her arms around his neck, giddy with the excitement of uncovered memories and desperate for his touch.
He lowered her gently, standing her before him as he broke the kiss. His fingers brushed over her cheeks, tracing the patterns of tiny freckles and the white speckling of scars from Matthieu's rage. Where his fingers had been, kisses followed and Talia giggled with every feather touch.
"Are you still tired? We can just go to sleep." He stared into her eyes with intensity and love and Talia smiled.
She shook her head.
"You're going to have to be clearer than that Tal."
His fingers gripped her waist with blissful pressure.
"No. I don't want to go to sleep yet."
"Good."
He leant in as if to kiss her, watching as her eyes fluttered closed and span her so that her back was against his chest. He chuckled as he heard her gasp and moved his hands to her neck, brushing fallen curls out of his way. Soft kisses ran the length of her neck as he trailed his hands down her arms with the faintest touch. She sighed as she shivered under his fingertips, moving to give him better access to her and she felt him smile against her skin.
"I've missed you," he whispered, the tickle of his words spreading the warmth of pleasure through her as she felt his fingers move slowly over the zip of her dress, pulling at it gently. "I've missed your freckles." He kissed her again. "I've missed the softness of your skin." He pushed the dress from her shoulders and nipped at her shoulder. "I've missed feeling connected to you." He moved his hand so that his palm was flat against her stomach, pulling her back to him as her dress pooled at her feet so that she was pressed up against him with no way of escaping. "I've missed showing you how much I love you." His lips brushed against her ear as he whispered and her breathing became heavy; laboured.
"Then show me," she squeaked, nerves coursing through her veins as she felt his fingers brush the waistband of her underwear. She could feel the warmth of his breath against her skin as he skimmed over her again, his fingertips never breaching that barrier, and she moaned quietly as his teeth grazed her ear.
"Face me." His voice was low and commanding.
She did as she was instructed.
Steve stepped back, removing all touch from her, smirking as a small whimper escaped her lips. His eyes ran over her body with a possessive longing and she felt herself aching for his touch. She waited in silence, nothing but lace and skin on display for him, as his eyes devoured her. He took a step closer and paused, his eyes fixed on the emerald green lace that covered her breasts as she breathed heavily.
"If you want me to stop," he instructed, "just tell me."
Talia nodded.
"Words Tal."
"I'll tell you." Her voice was breathy and dripping with desire.
Slowly, with his eyes glued to hers, Steve got to his knees before her. His hands found their place against the backs of her thighs and he pulled her closer to him watching as she furrowed her brow in confusion and stared down at him.
"I -" he kissed her stomach, his lips pressing against the silver scar there and she gasped "- love you." His hands moved gently as he pushed her legs apart and he positioned himself between them. Talia stared, wide eyed, as he kissed his way down to her panties, his hand brushing over her heat, the friction of his fingers against lace not enough to satisfy her, and he smirked against her skin. "And I am never letting you go again."
"Never?" She whispered, her hands resting on his shoulders as he skimmed his lips over her underwear and her head rolled back.
"Never."
Steve peeled the tiny lace knickers from her body, pulling them down gently and guiding her step as she stood over him. His fingers brushed against the sweet spot that left her mouth open in a tiny o and had her panting, pleading for more. He stared up at her where she stood, her hands on his shoulders as her fingernails dug into his shirt and his fingers moved against her. Slowly, so that she could feel every sensation, he moved a finger inside her; pumping gently at first before moving a second with it. She moaned loudly and he moved his lips to her. His tongue swirled over her heat as his fingers curled inside her; pulling whimpers of pure pleasure from her as he sucked and licked and pumped. Her hands moved to his hair and he moved his fingers faster, pumping and curling as she tried to grind against him, trapped in her standing position and desperate to feel more. When he moaned against her, his tongue lapping at her, she felt a twisting, building pleasure in her core and she began to shake.
"Steve," she moaned, her fingers pulling at his hair as she screwed her eyes closed and tried to remember how to breathe, "please."
"Let go for me." His breath was so gentle against her skin before his tongue returned to its relentless, blissful torture, and he slowed his fingers; moving with precision and focus. As if responding to his command her body seemed to unravel for him, pleasure spilling from her as she bit down on her lip to stop herself from crying out. He did not stop. His tongue devoured the spoils of his work and he pumped harder with his fingers, dragging her bliss out as she clung to him for balance and her legs trembled. Then suddenly he was gone. His fingers were ripped from her and his tongue stopped its torturous dance and she felt bereft and wanting. She opened her eyes and glanced down to him. He smiled up at her with blissful adoration and she grabbed his tie, pulling him to his feet so that he was once again standing before her.
"Steven. I need you to keep your hands on me." She slipped the tie off of him before yanking his shirt open and grinning as he stared, dumbfounded. She moved quickly, unbuttoning his trousers and pushing his boxers down with them. "I never want to be without your touch."
"Deal."
Suddenly she was in his arms and he was moving towards the bed. Talia giggled as he threw her down and pushed his, now torn, shirt off fully. His lips crashed into hers with ferocity and his hands moved back between her legs as she spread them for him. Her hand moved too. She wrapped around his length and stroked him gently, repeatedly. She felt the stickiness of his arousal as she kissed him hungrily and moaned as his fingers found that blissful part of her once again.
"Steve. I'm going to -" she moved her hand faster against him, the groans he made only making it harder for her to think straight. "I."
"Not yet Runaway," he growled. He withdrew his hand again and pulled her hand from him. She mewled; needing contact, needing him. "Don't give in yet."
"Mhmm." Her eyes were screwed shut as she felt him ram into her, a cry of pleasure ripping from her lips at the fullness of the feeling.
Slowly, deliciously, he withdrew until only the tip of him remained inside her. When he rammed into her again, bottoming out, she groaned a deep, throaty groan.
"Please," she begged as he pinned her hands above her head and kissed her throat.
"Please what Talia?" He whispered against her skin as he pulled back again.
"Faster." Her voice was strained as she pulled him closer.
This time he did as he was asked, his movements fast and passionate. She tore her hands from his grasp and clawed at his back, pulling him closer, claiming him as she wrapped her legs around him and called out his name. He panted as he lay his love against her; kissing her with fervour as he pounded into her again and again.
"I love you." She moaned as she tightened around him, pulling his own orgasm from him as she exploded in pleasure. Steve grabbed her face as he continued his steady rhythm, slowing only slightly as she rode out their bliss, and kissed her again. Collapsing against her, their bodies slick with sweat and each other, he felt her finger tips trail against his shoulders.
Steve moved to look at her, still trapped by her legs, still connected to her, and he felt pure elation. She was smiling dopily, her eyes closed and one hand above her head as the other now trailed down his arm and he couldn't help but stare. She was his very own perfect piece of happiness and she was back in his arms once more.
"You know," she whispered as he untangled himself from her and lay beside her, "I still want that shirt back."
Steve laughed as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him. He placed a soft kiss against her temple and closed his eyes, breathing in the scent of strawberries and honeysuckle as he held her close.
"It's yours Runaway. Everything I have is yours."