Day 6
Steve left his house early that morning. He didn't even leave a note to tell his soon-to-be wife where he went. Steve took the teddy bear with him to his art gallery. Jemma and Skye greeted him on the way in.
"Mr. Rogers, Phil and May will drop by and talk about your new exhibition at 10. Miss Carter also wanted me to remind you that you have to come home on time tonight." Jemma informed.
"Please tell her I will think about it." Steve coldly said before he went upstairs.
Skye turned to her friend when she was sure that Steve was out of sight. "I'm pretty sure that he don't want to marry her."
"Don't say anything like that, Skye." Jemma said. "They are dating for three years now."
"But why he act like that? He wasn't remotely happy since he came back from Las Vegas."
"All I can say is that everyone can change. Maybe he want to be with someone else but he can't because he already engaged to Miss Carter."
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Steve was slaving himself in front of the easel, trying to make a new piece of art but he was stuck. No good idea came into his mind. His muse was gone...no...he left his muse. Natasha was always an inspiration to him with everything she did.
God, please help him get over her. He needed to have his life back. The life that Natasha had in the palms of her hands.
Steve laid down on the floor, hoping that the new perspective could ignite his creativity but it did not. He sighed and closed his eyes, trying to remember the beautiful face of his red hair angel. He opened his eyes and he heard a sound of metal collided with the wooden floor.
"Shit..." He muttered and threw his arm up in the air. Then he saw a gold Cartier bracelet that Natasha gave to him.
It was among one of the few things of Natasha that he had left, despite all the painting of her that stashed around this studio. Steve held it close to his heart and let all the memories of them flood his mind again when he closed his eyes.
It was 10 o'clock when Phil and Melinda came into his studio. Steve was still lying on the floor but he heard their footsteps.
"What are you doing, Steve?" Phil asked.
"Thinking."
"That doesn't seem like you."
"I'm not the same person, Phil."
"We do notice that." May muttered under her breath. "Can you please get up so we can talk business?"
"No"
May looked at Phil to let her husband know that she will stay out of this. Phil sighed but handled the mood swing artist anyway.
"Yesterday Mr. Lennard came to the gallery and he saw we moved those painting from Vegas." Phil spoke up. "He wanted to buy six of them."
"It's not for sell." Steve's voice was firm and hard, leaving no room for any argument.
"You can make an easy 100 million."
“I told you Phil this collection is not for sell.”
“Steve, do you know that you could make at least 150 million by selling these collection, right?”
“I know but…..” Steve stammered. “She’s important to me.”
“The one that got away?” Phil tried to get an answer out of Steve, getting him to open up and talk about what was bothering him.
“No. She’s just….Really important."
“150 million couldn’t compare to her, huh?”
“Yes”
Steve rolled away to his side. He didn't want them to see the tears falling from his eyes. He didn't want them to worry about him. May and Phil looked at one another only to find the same worry in their eyes. Steve had never been like this. He looked lifeless as if his soul already left his body but his mind still operated it on auto pilot.
“You love her...the red head in the painting." May said. “Not Sharon.”
"She's a mistake." He lied but it sounded weak. "And she means nothing to me."
"Steve, you make 247 panting of her within a span of 3 weeks." May countered.
Steve went into silent. Of course, he loved her more than anything in this world. She meant that much that he needed her like air to breath, needed her to inspire him in every way. He needed her to be with him and give him the unconditional love she always had.
He was so fucked up.
"Anyway, do you still want to do that project?" Phil changed the subject. "The one you told me...about the exhibition. ‘Girl in the Million Light.'"
"Sure...but set it three months after my wedding then."
"Of course."
They left Steve alone after a brief discussion about the exhibition. Steve was still lying there staring at the ceiling, hoping that he would find a new muse soon but all he could see and tthink of was her, only her. Her smile, her eyes...her lips.
The sex that they had.
His train of thought was interrupted by a knock on the door before Jemma came in with a box in her hand.
"Sorry, Mr. Rogers but the delivery guy said that it is an urgent package for you."
"It's alright, Jemma." Steve said and got up from the floor before walking toward her and receiving the box. "Thank you."
Steve waited until the door was close behind her and looked at the name of the sender. His heart pounded hard when he read the name on the box. Natasha Romanoff.
What was it in the box? Why did she send him something? Was it a picture of her with someone else or something to tell him that she was already over him? God! He wasn't prepare for this. His mind was on overdrive now with all the possibility.
Steve finally decided to tear the package apart and opened the box. It was a scrapbook from Natasha, the one that she told him she would collect all of their memories and give it to him when he left Vegas. She didn't have a chance because...well...Sharon happened and everything went straight to hell between him and Natasha.
He was so fucked up. He should stay with Natasha and run away with her when she told him to.
Steve was afraid to open it so he leave it in the couch of his office. He feared that it would make him cry. He turned to the box again to look for the remaining things inside the box. This time, Steve was pretty sure that he could hear his heart shuttered. His hand trembled when he saw the necklace he left at her apartment. The necklace Nat gave to him along with the bracelet.
Tear rolled down from his eyes as he put the necklace on. Was this a way of Natasha telling him that she already moved on with her life? Steve stiffened up, he couldn't bare the thought of it because it wasn't fair when she was still running in his mind every second of the day.
Maybe he deserved it after what he done to her.
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Natasha woke up and found herself wrapping tightly in her sheets. It still smelled like her man, no…not her man anymore since he left her. But the scent of him still made her feel warm and fuzzy and…safe as if his arms were secured around her.
She rolled herself of bed but kept the blanket draping over her shoulders. She shook her head when she saw how messy her bedroom was. She thought she already cleaned it up yesterday. Oh right! She didn't because she cried herself to sleep with all the thing she found.
Okay, she will clean everything and put it back in place right now.
Nat moved around the room, trying to arrange everything back in place. That was when she felt a bit dizzy and lost her balance for a few times. She never lost her balance before because she was a ballet dancer. The world spun at her feet and she felt light headed.
Then it was too much to bare that her stomach flipped and sent her running for the toilet and emptied everything out until there was nothing left.
Nat flopped down on the floor and still felt a bit dizzy that she should probably stay still for a little while. She thought she didn't drink last night and then how the hell that her stomach went insane like this?
Probably it was her body's way of telling her that it had enough of her bullshit.
Nat finally got up from the floor and got her shit together. She should eat something that Maria left for in the fridge. Maybe it would help settle down the nausea. Natasha crawled out of the bathroom to the kitchen and found some left over
As she devoured the food away, she couldn't help but thinking about how bad this was. How this heartbreak affected her in the worst way possible. She knew she wouldn't get over Steve anytime soon.
How could she anyway? He left too many memories, too many scares in her heart that she couldn't count. Steve made the sweetest love to her before he stabbed her in the back right through her heart.
God, this was awful...
Nat threw the dish in the sink before she headed off to her bedroom and swore to herself that she would finish cleaning up and not getting distract by any memory that might came up.
She slowly put everything back in it place and also pretending to ignore the drawing Steve gave her. The very first drawing of her by him from the day they were in the laundry room and he had too much time in his hand and started to sketch her, sitting on the laundry machine.
Oh the sweet memories that she tucked it back in the deepest corner.
Nat began to swipe the things that were under her bed. She didn’t have a chance to clean that out but finally she had time since she wasn’t so busy being filled with Steve’s cock. It was quite messy under there and there was litters, drawing paper, snacks, and the last thing she find made her frowned.
Her pills.
The container was almost full and she had missed a lot of it. How could she had been forgotten to take pill?
“Shit!” She shouted as the realization hit her hard. She forgot to take her pills because she was so busy passing out after all those intense orgasms and her busy activity with Steve. How could she be so careless like this?
Wait! She just threw up and she had been nausea for some time now. The sickness that she couldn’t find the cause (except when she was drinking way too much.) But she couldn’t get pregnant with him, right? She had been drinking a lot and forgot to eat her food.
She wasn’t pregnant. Natasha was trying to convince herself even she knew that being pregnant with his child was possibly the only way that he will come back to her.
Stop having a panic attack, Romanoff! I was just a panic attack! Nat scolded herself before discarding the thought of being pregnant with Steve’s baby. She didn’t need that right now.
Nat turned on the music from the radio so it would help relax her while she putting her mind into the cleaning instead of his baby. That was until the one song came up.
“You're the light, you're the night. You're the color of my blood. You're the cure, you're the pain. You're the only thing I wanna touch. Never knew that it could mean so much, so much.”
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Steve was lying on the floor of his art studio. He made sure that he locked the door and used the dead bolt so no one would interrupt him. He needed some time alone and some quiet moment to make some peace in his mind.
He closed his eyes to escape from reality but the things that showed up when his eyes were close was the only woman that he missed the most.
Natasha Romanoff.
God! He missed her so much that it hurt. Nothing could get worse than this.
“You're the light, you're the night. You're the color of my blood. You're the cure, you're the pain. You're the only thing I wanna touch. Never knew that it could mean so much, so much.”
His whole body froze when he heard the song in the background, their song . The song that they made love to it. The song that reminded that him of the dancing pole and mirror and how he take her.
The moment was too vivid that Steve didn’t need to close his eyes to remember. As the song played along the whole thing became alive and his mind was playing trick with him, sending him back to that moment again.
“Gotta put the mirror and the pole to good use.”
That was probably the very first time they did thing in an unconventional way, exploring their kinky side and Natasha exposed herself to him, letting him take control and gave up herself to him. She trusted him with everything and let him own— used her body anyway he wanted.
It was the complete trust that help them come this far together.
How she was so perfectly fit in his arms. How she was made just for him. He couldn't get enough of her. The Black Widow left man as good as dead after nights with her and Natasha was surely living up to her name.
He was snarled by her web. He couldn't go on with his life. He couldn't function properly anymore. Without her, everything was nothing--until he had her back in his arms, by his side, or in his bed again.
But he broke her trust. He let her down.
“You're the fear, I don't care. 'Cause I've never been so high. Follow me through the dark.Let me take you past our satellites. You can see the world you brought to life, to life .”
Natasha was now lying on the floor of her dance studio, between that dancing pole and the god damn mirror, trying to get away from their song but it didn't work since the music was still coming through the crack of the door.
She felt a wave of shiver shot straight down to her core and that was how the song effect her in every way. The reminder that Steve was still owned her in every way. Nat closed her eyes and suddenly saw the image of him and her. The way he presented the jumping rope and securely tied her to the dancing pole and took her. Oh, how much she had trust him? How she trusting him so much that she let him do everything to her. How incredibly good it felt when he held her down and used her body the way he wanted.
A complete surrender was exhilarating.
She was addicting to him in a way that she was sure that no one ever make her feel that way. The sex they had was something but the way he treated her, the way he looked at her with completed adoration, making her fall for him.
The sexy memories kept rolling in her mind and ignited an uncontrollable desire deep inside of her. She was all wet between her legs the way she shouldn't be. The damning evidence of how Steve was still playing a big part in her life.
She couldn't stop. She couldn't erase him from her memories.
It was just too hard...or she wasn't ready to let him go.
“So love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do. Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do. Touch me like you do, to-to-touch me like you do. What are you waiting for?”
Steve tried to recall every little detail of Natasha. He needed it. The proof that he was still remember her, that he didn’t let the most important woman of his life fade away. He couldn’t let her fade away because he needed something to hold on if he will have an eternity without her.
Eternity my ass . Steve thought bitterly. You could barely make it past a week, Rogers.
When Steve thought about that, the only thing that would help him make it through hell was the memories of every little detail of Natasha. The shade of her hair when morning light shone on it while she was sleeping next to him, in his arms with her head resting on his chest. She was safe and secure in his embrace. He was safe from his nightmare because he got his angle to repel it for him.
When they woke up, he immediately went for those full lips, like a hungry man, tasting the sweetness of her lips. He was addicting. He could remember how she move her lips so perfectly with him. His hands would be all over her because he loved the feels of her warm smooth skin on his hands, pulling her close until all of her pressing against all of him. Nothing could come between them. He was whole, complete, when he kissed her and held her.
After their morning make out session, they will always initiate the first round of that day. He will go down on her because he loved to taste her and drinking her sweetness. He would never get enough of her....
Wait! Steve's heart was pounding hard in panic. How was Natasha taste like? God, did he actually forget the taste that he was so addicted. The taste that he was pretty sure that he will never ever forget because it was coated on his tongue all the time. He knew that it was the sweetest thing he ever taste but it was now fade away from his tongue.
Did this mean he already forgetting Natasha? The mere thought of that broke his heart even more. Steve clutched his chest when the panic attack got to him again. The strong squeezed at his heart made him moan in pain, breathing raggedly.
Another realization hit him, all he could remember on the tongue was the taste of Sharon.
“Fading in, fading out. On the edge of paradise. Every inch of your skin is a holy grail I've got to find. Only you can set my heart on fire, on fire. Yeah, I'll let you set the pace. ’Cause I'm not thinking straight. My head's spinning around I can't see clear no more. What are you waiting for?”
Nat was still lying on the floor, crying along with the song and the good memories of her and Steve. That was all normal for her until she rolled herself over to the direction of her living room, only to notice something under the couch. The couch that Steve and her usually made love on.
Her heart beat fast at the possibility of that it might turn out to be one of the thing that triggered her and made her cry all the more for it. She was now internally debating whether she should go and take a look at it or just leave it there.
But the curiosity got the better of her so she crawled her way to the couch, reaching her hand under it and fetched whatever it was out. What she found was indeed breaking her heart all the more.
It was the sketchpad that she gave it to him and he always sketched a portrait of her, whatever she did, from sleeping to watching TV to eating or dancing. Sometime, it was the peaceful memories or places they visited.
As she flipped through the page, she found herself crying again over him. The bittersweet sadness was the whole new level of heartbreaking. From the first day she gave him, it was the day they visited the Neon museum. He was rather productive that night leading to him didn't get any sleep.
He sketched a lot. Mostly it was her and then she turned the page and found the portrait of herself sleeping on their bed with his white shirt on. Steve wasn't in bed with her but she could clearly see the post coital bliss. Oh...she still felt the familiar comfort of his shirt on her skin. It helped sooth her in her sleep like the shirt she currently wore.
Like the shirt she currently wore?
Nat suddenly tore the shirt she wore off as if it burn. She was sitting there naked with his shirt in her hand. Nat looked at it before buried her face into it, letting it absorb all her tear. This was really hard, she didn't know how long she could carry on like this.
“I'll let you set the pace . ’Cause I'm not thinking straight . My head's spinning around I can't see clear no more . What are you waiting for?”
Steve missed her so much. So much that he willing to hurt himself and get his heart broken even more by opened the scrapbook Natasha sent to him. As if he could predict, it was filled with all of their treasured memories.
It only reminded him of how stupid he was, how mush he wanted her and loved her in the way that Sharon couldn’t do to him.
Las Vegas was the time of his life and it was probably because of her spent his time with Natasha. She was the best thing to ever happen in his life and he was foolish enough to let her go.
Hot tear fell from his blue eyes as he flipped through the scrapbook. He had to leave with his choice and eternal pain now.
“Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do. Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do. Touch me like you do, to-to-touch me like you do. What are you waiting for?”
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Maria just came back from work that evening. She dropped by at Nat’s apartment to check on her but she had to break down the door after the fourth knock and Natasha didn’t answer. She found her friend, crying on the couch with only white shirt covered her body.
“What happened?” Maria asked worriedly.
Nat didn’t open her eyes but she pointed to sketchpad that was on the coffee table. Maria sat down next to Nat and took a look at it. Maria remained quiet all the while that she was looking at all the sketch Steve made.
“Should I burn it?” Nat sobbed. “Or keep it to remain myself of how stupid I was?”
“Probably burn it to hell. But the real question is…can you let go of it?”
Nat shook her head. “No”
The admission only made Natasha realize that she hadn’t try to move on. She was going no where in this path of recovery.
“God, how can I get over him when all I can do is thinking about him?”
Maria gently rubbed Nat’s arm. “Baby girl, you will get over him soon. Things like this take time to heal.”
“Everywhere I turned, it only reminded me of him. We have so much memories together in such a short amount of time.”
“In this apartment, yes…but you should try to go out, meeting new people. It helps.”
"I don't want them to break my heart."
"I didn't mean you have to meet new people right away. You just...I don't know. Go out and get some new perspective." Maria explained. "It's better than cope up in this apartment all the time when there is memories everywhere."
Natasha went quiet for a second. "Yeah, you are right."
Maria sighed in relief that Natasha finally decided to do something with her life. Going out was a big step to take and she loved and proud of her friend for at least give it a try.
"Then you better go take a shower." Maria suggested. "God know when was the last time you take a shower."
Nat did as Maria said and the two went out together for the first time. Even Natasha was a bit shaking when she first stepped out of her apartment building, she put on a brave face and continued to follow Maria out in the street.
But Maria still noticed how Natasha avoid making any eye contact with strangers, especially men who looked at her openly. They were clearly interested in her as always but Maria did her best to scare every one away from them by giving them a deadly glare.
Natasha was surprisingly doing well. She didn't break down once. Nat tried her best, even every where she went, she hallucinated. She saw everything she and Steve did. They walked along the street, holding hand, kissing and hugging like lovers do. Everyone looked at them and adored how cute they were together.
She was really soft...weak. She let the shadow of Steve took over her for too long.
It was time she took a drastic step and getting back to who she was.
"Hey...is it okay for you if we stop by at the sex shop?"
"Why?"
"I need my dangerous and adventure side back."
"Fine..." Maria said even she didn't think it was a good idea.
They stepped inside the shop. There was no wonder that everyone would think that they were a lesbian couple looking for some toy for their sex life. Maria didn't exactly bother by that. What bothered her was Natasha and what was going on in her head.
Natasha was browsing through the shelves and when she finally shook Maria of her tail, she went straight to the nearest sell person and asked for the thing she had in mind. It was 'the magic wand'. She heard about it but she never really tried it since the vibrator that she had was suffice with her sexual desire. But since she met Steve, the ordinary vibrating dildo hardly get her off.
She needed something bigger and better than what she had. She had to be prepared in case Steve decided to haunt her.
Maria found Nat again at the cashier. Her friend had a big bag contained all the toys she just purchased. It made Maria decide that they should go home right away to avoid any questionable look from people who walked past them.
Nat immediately went inside her room and locked the door. She told Maria to call for her when the dinner was ready. After Nat was sure that Maria was out of range, she quickly pulled the Magic wand out of the box.
She might just give it a try right now.
Nat slowly took off her clothes and laid back on her bed, closing her eyes and let her hands roamed over her body. Her left hand grabbed her breast before her fingers rolling on her nipple. Natasha moaned as she felt the sexual tension began to vent off.
Her right hand quickly travelled down to her center and found that it was already wet. Natasha reached out for the machine before turning it on. The magic wand made quiet humming noise before it had been place on her we folds, earning a whimper.
"Nat, I will go to the supermarket, buying some food supply. You want anything?"
"No"
"I will be back in an hour."
Nat sighed in relief. She got more time for herself then . She thought before resuming the work in her hand. The duel stimulation at her nipple and her clit made Natasha moan out loud, gladded that she finally found something that might help her get off without Steve's cock inside her.
Her whole body was withered and trashed around as the intensity of pleasure began to build up toward her orgasm. Her mind wasn't incoherent anymore and let it drift away to Steve Rogers. She moaned out his name and bucked her hips up uncontrollably as if it was really him who going down on her.
Her hips rocked against the buzzing mound of plastic, imagining that it was his cock inside her, imagining that he finally came back to her and taking her with his huge cock again, sliding inside her… until the end. Feeling him twitch and jerk inside her, as his spurting cock pumped her bare pussy full of his thick, hot semen.
The image of him only racing her toward a violent orgasm. She moaned out his name uncontrollably as the image of him in her mind was so vivid and real. She could still feel how he hold her down, how his cock thrusting into her and the picture of him came inside her with his hot cum only sent her over the edge and screamed his name.
Nat laid there with the magic wand still in her hand, trying to catch her breath and bring back some coherent to her thought. When she finally did that, a terrible realization hit her hard. She didn’t come because of the vibrator. She came because of the image of Steve in her head.
A disgust feeling arose in her stomach, sending Natasha running to her bathroom and vomit everything out even she didn’t have anything in her stomach at all.
How could he still effect her like this? Shit! Why did she still let him do this to her?
Nat found herself crying again and retreated herself back to the only protection that she had which was Steve’s shirt, letting the same old comfortable wrapping around her naked body and cried some more.
She ended up in bed at some point, putting another shield on her, the sheet that smelled like him because Steve left a bottle of his cologne in her bathroom so she kept smeared it on the sheets.
Maria came back, only to have to break down the door to find Natasha in the usual stage. The crying Natasha who clung tightly to whatever Steve left for her.
That was it. Maria had enough and it was time for her to bring in sone help.
“Clint, you better fly your ass to Vegas right now.” Maria quickly said through the phone. “I can’t handle Natasha on my own anymore.”
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"Hello, husband." A high pitch voice came from the studio door.
"I'm not your husband yet." His voice was cold and distant.
"Just trying to get use to it."
Sharon stepped inside her soon to be husband's office to find Steve was working on his new work. She stepped around until she stood behind him, wrapping her arms around his torso and pressing a kiss on his neck.
"Who is the red head?" Sharon asked, mentioning to his work.
"Just someone." He replied, still concentrating on the work.
"She seemed so sad."
"Because I made it that way."
Sharon released him, realizing he was in no gaming mood. "You should go get change. We will head out now."
"I'm working, Sharon."
His voice left no room for any argument so Sharon moved to sit on the couch, waiting for him to finish his work. She found something interesting lying in the couch instead.
"What is this?" She asked.
"What?" He asked back.
"This...scrapbook and your go-pro."
Steve quickly sat his brush down and went to Sharon. Lucky for him, she was more interesting in what was in the camera more than the scrapbook. But both of them had a lot of explicit contents that Steve wished Sharon never had a chance to see it.
Steve peeked over her shoulder only to find that she was at the part where he was on the giant vikings boat at Circus Circus. He was screaming from the top of his lung with an occasional scream of Natasha that made Steve a bit worry that she might ask a question.
Which she did, "Who's that screaming?"
"Oh, that’s just Tony screaming like a girl.” Steve lied and she seemed to buy it.
"Seems like you guys had a lot of fun."
"Yeah, we do."
Of course, he was having a good time and it was because of Natasha. Spending time with his friend and away from the wedding also made it awesome too.
Sharon circled her arms around his body once again. She started to pepper kisses along his jaws and neck.
"Come on, baby. Let's go home." She whispered. “I have a little surprise for you.”
“Okay” Steve replied softly and finally relaxed to Sharon.
“Go change your clothes, darling. I will wait for you downstairs.”
She kissed him before walked out of the studio. Steve did as she told and met up with his fiancee downstairs where she was talking to Jemma and Skye, showing off her new shoes and engagement ring. The two girls were excited.
Sharon sensed Steve was watching them so she turned and gave him a bright smile. A smile that Steve never saw before, something that warmed his heart and made him feel a little bit better about his decision to choose her. Sharon wasn’t a cold woman . He thought. Some part of her was as warm as Natasha.
He had hope in her. Hope that she proved him right and didn’t let him down.
Steve stepped closer to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her cheek.
“Shall we?” He asked and Sharon nodded.
They said goodbye to Skye and Jemma before they headed out together. Jemma turned to Skye the moment they were out of their sight.
“What did you say about Mr. Rogers…that he didn’t want to marry Miss Carter?”
“Fine…he maybe want to marry her but I call it for what it is, Jemma. He does’t want to…I just sense it.”
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They had dinner at a French restaurant before they headed home. Sharon dragged him up to their bedroom and kissed him hard. Hands moved nimbly and undid their clothes. Steve felt a bit odd at first but he finally relaxed and let go after she kissed him passionately.
Finally they were both naked and Steve pressed her down on their bed. Sharon pushed at his chest to make him stop.
"I have a surprise for you." She told, reaching her hand out and pulled something from under the pillow and presented to him. "Thought we could have some fun with it."
Steve grinned. "You buy a sex toy?"
"Yes, I am."
Yes, Sharon Carter was buying a vibrator to spice up their love life in hope that everything between her and Steve could go back to normal. He was a bit distant and not quite the same man before he was leaving for Las Vegas.
Steve kissed her. "I will make sure to put a good use."
He pushed her back down and kissing his way down her body, making Sharon arch her back with all the pleasure. Once his lips were on her fold, she moaned out his name. Moans turned into screams when he pressed the magic wand onto her clit. Steve grinned when he thought that Sharon finally let go of being so uptight all the time. His tongue dove into her hole, licking the inside of her. Her hands gripped tight to his hair, his name became a constant prayer on her lips. She screamed again when she came.
Sharon was trying to catch her breath, closing her eyes. Steve kissed her lips. "Don't get sleepy yet, sweetheart." He whispered against her lips. "The real thing just begun."
Steve flipped her down on her stomach so she was on her hands and knees. He pulled her hips up and aligned his cock with her entrance. Steve could see how shaky her legs were so he kissed from her neck down her back until she was relaxed and slid his cock inside her.
She moaned and it was the first time that she finally let herself go, being in his complete mercy. Steve spun her head around and she couldn’t think straight anymore. He began a slow rhythm, letting her adjust to his hard grit. Right hand fondling her breast, fingers rolling on her nipple and the other used to support his weight as his entire body pressed down against her, pinning her to the mattress.
But he didn’t let it do just supporting his weight, he was more multitasking than that. He grabbed the magic wand and pressed it against her clit, letting the machine massage her clit and gave her triple stimulation that left Sharon screaming his name. It was too much. She never had this much pleasure before when she had the control. If she knew he could do this her, she will probably let him do anything to her sooner.
His pace turned fast, pounding his cock inside her. Sharon already came like three times while he still got none for himself. The triple stimulation was too much for her body and now it was on overdrive, burning with fire. Her heart beating fast as she tried to breath but all she could do was screaming his name, begging for more.
Steve sent her over the edge again and as he felt her walls milking at his cock, he was so close but Sharon pushed him away with all the strength she had left. Steve did stop but he still had his cock inside her.
"Baby, I can't do this anymore." She said breathily. "I can't come anymore..."
"Yes, you can and you will."
"Steve, stop it."
"But..."
"I have an important meeting tomorrow morning and if I come one more time, I will not be able to wake up before noon."
Steve roughly pulled out with a sigh. He got up from bed and let Sharon drift off to her sleep. Just as he thought things were getting better between them, Sharon was always crushing his hope in her--in them.
Nothing had change and she was still the same. The woman who thought about herself more than her partner. Why can't she be like Natasha? The woman who so selfless and willing to give everything she had in order that he will get everything equally in return.
He had hope that Sharon would change but apparently, she was too long gone.
How stupid of him? Steve thought as he marched to the guest room with his phone. His cock was still a raging erection and nothing could calm him down but an orgasm.
He locked the door to make sure that there was no one interrupted him.
Steve scrolled through the photo library to find the pictures he was looking for. His cock was already in his hand and started stroking it slowly. Steve moaned at the friction, trying to imagine that it was the tight passage of Natasha surrounded his hard member.
"Nat..."
Then Steve found the collection of pictures Natasha sent him to tease and coax him to come home to her. The dirty pictures that still made him hard all the time and now it was the only thing that could probably get him off. His hand quickened as he reached the collection of picture of them fucking one another that they took. Steve groaned as he remember how that sexy body felt like underneath him.
God! He wished she was here. He would fuck her until she came so hard for many times before he would get one. Natasha would let him finish of inside her one last time even she had no more strength left because she was a generous lover like that.
Steve came so hard when he reached the video that they recorded. The video of their sexcapdes Natasha insisted that it would be great when they looked back at it. On the particular day that they felt a bit adventurous, she sat up the phone and they fucked hard. Watching her come undone in the video triggered him, releasing jets after jets of hot load and making a mess of himself.
Steve laid back on the bed, trying to catch his breath but once he realized that he just jerked himself off by looking at the nude picture and their sex video, he knew that only Natasha would be the only solution to everything, especially his happiness. Only her would give a damn about his need while Sharon gave no shit.
God! What had he done?
Steve closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before heading off to the shower. He put on his sweatpants before lying back down on the couch he took for so many night then his eyes noticed something.
The teddy bear was still there.
Steve quickly grabbed hold of it and inhaling it deeply. The scent of Natasha was still thick and it soothed him. Steve laid down, holding it in his arms and let the tiny token from their relationship guiding him through the peaceful sleep he tried to archive tonight.
He could only hope that it would repel demons away.
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It was early in the morning where Steve was making breakfast for himself and his significant other, another half of him. The one who completed him. He was so lucky to have her as his wife and he thanked god everyday for her.
The ring on his finger was still felt so odd every time he looked at it. No one ever thought that he would make it this far. Like James always said, it would take a lot of miracle for Steve to find 'the right partner'. Since he was always shy and didn't know how to act around woman or what to talk to them. His method was a bit old fashion and girls tended to think that he was weird.
But not to her. Not to the woman he married to.
Steve heard light footsteps coming toward the kitchen. He turned his head to see his beautiful wife walking in with a bright smile on her face. She was wearing only his shirt. Steve's eyes couldn't left her. He just couldn't do it. She was beautiful that it hurt by just looking at her. Her fiery red hair burned under the ray of sunlight into different variant of shades. Her green eyes looked at him lovingly, showing nothing but love and happiness.
This was heaven, Steve was pretty sure about it.
Finally, she reached him. He pulled her into his arms and gave a morning kiss. She felt so perfect, so right. This was exactly where he belong, with her, together for eternity.
"I love you." He murmured. "I love you so much."
"Me too." She replied. "There is something I want to talk to you."
"What is it?" He looked at her, a bit confuse and worried about his wife.
Natasha placed his hand on her stomach before looking up at him with even brighter smile. Steve frowned as he tried to think of what the gesture mean. Suddenly it hit him and he broke the widest, happiest smile Natasha ever seen.
"You're pregnant?"
She nodded. There was a bit of tears in her eyes. Steve pulled her to him again and kissed her lovingly, swiping her a bit off her feet. Nat laughed but kept her mouth lock with him, hands clutched tightly to his shirt and his arms.
But then she moaned. It took him off guard when the sound that coming out of her mouth wasn't belong to Natasha. Steve pulled away, opening his eyes to see Sharon in his arms instead of the red head.
"What?" That was all he could get it out of his mouth.
"We're expecting a baby, darling."
"But--no--"
Steve pushed himself away from his fiancee but Sharon quickly closing in on him.
"No! Go away!" He yelled at her. "No! Where is Natasha?!!"
Before he could do anything, darkness succumbed him but he was trying to fight. He struggled and it was nothing but pain in his chest. He closed his eyes, hoping that the blackest void would disappear until he heard another familiar voice again.
"Steve, you better slow down, son."
That was his mom. Steve thought as he opened his eyes.
"You didn't have just me and James anymore. You now have my grandson and my beautiful daughter in law."
Steve opened his eyes and saw he was looking at his mother who was sitting on the front passenger seat. "What?"
"Are you forgetting your own wife and son? You should drive a bit slower now that you have Natasha and little James. I still can’t believe you name him after this troublemaker.” Sarah nodded to his best friend.
"I'm driving very slowly now, mom."
Instead of driving slowly as his mother said, Steve stepped on the gas pedal and sped up. He tuned to look at his son and wife who was sitting at the backseat with Bucky. Natasha smiled at him while Bucky was playing with his godchild who laughed happily.
"STEVE!! LOOK OUT!!!" His mom screamed.
Steve turned back but it was too late. A huge truck hit his car from his mother side and Natasha’s scream was the only thing he heard before everything went black. Steve woke up again, laying in the middle of then road. He slowly sat up and looked around.
Only to find the lifeless body of his mother and Bucky. Steve screamed from the top of his lung and moved toward them. No, no, no!!! Not this again. Steve thought as he held his mother in his arms.
“Mom—no—wake up.” He mourned and tears ran down the side of his face. “No—mom…I’m sorry.”
There was no respond from her. Steve sure he was crying for like hour before he realized that Natasha and his son weren’t here.
“Nat!!!” He called her, lying his mother back on the ground and stood up to find his wife. “Nat!!!”
She didn’t respond. Steve turned around and saw the wreckage of the car. There was zero chance no one would survive in that crash, judging by the state of the car right now. Then he noticed a leg sticking out from the window.
“NAT!!” He shouted and ran toward the car.
He found his wife, dead, holding his baby boy in her arms to protect him from the impact but the baby didn’t survive either. Steve felt his heart had been torn apart, his soul ripping out as he cried, screaming and mourning.
“No—Nat—please, darling, come back to me…” He hold her lifeless body close. “Nat!”
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“NAT!!!” Steve screamed as he jerked himself awake, sitting right up. Blue eyes snapped open in horror and sucked in air with deep gasps. Steve buried his sweat-drenched face in his hands, fully awake and fully aware that everything was just a dream.
It wasn’t real. He looked around and found himself in the living room of his house in LA. Not some abandon road that he saw everyone he loved died.
Steve got up and hurried to the bathroom as sickness spread through his gut. Blood roared in his ears. He knelt down in from of the toilet as his stomach roiled. He emptied everything out and flushed the toilet.
He tried to breath, wiping the mess from his mouth before washing the bad taste from his mouth and sweats from his face. Every time he had nightmares, it drained him every single fucking time and he was tired of it. He couldn’t do this alone but he couldn’t bother his fiancee either. The nightmares became more vivid, detailed, and worse by each night.
Each night that he had to spend apart from Natasha.
Steve curled into a ball and struggled to breathe, his sobs echoing through the living room. He pressed his lips to his knee, trying to keep the strangled sound from escaping his lips. He missed Natasha so much. She was the only thing that could repel his nightmare, keeping it a bay with her calm presence and soothing voice, telling him that it wasn’t his fault.
Steve didn’t know how long he sat there in the corner before he found the strength to stand and move to the couch. He sank himself down in a fetal position and cried. His mind tortured him with everything he ever wanted but he couldn’t have it. His mom and his best friend, Natasha and their child, the child that he badly wanted but Sharon would never want it.
He reached his hand out so he could find the one thing that could console him but it wasn’t there. Suddenly Steve became alarm and panic when he realized that the teddy bear where gone. He shot up from the couch and tried to look for it everywhere.
“No—no…” He breathed hard. No! It was the closest thing he had to Natasha. Where was it?
Steve looked under the couch, coffee table, on the book shelves, under the piano, and finally moved onto the kitchen. He threw everything out of its place only to find that it wasn’t there. He didn’t care that he made loud noise. The only thing that mattered was the bear.
Then he remembered that he fell asleep with it in his arms. Did someone take it from him? Steve thought and only one person came to his mind. The one person that could do such thing. Steve felt the sudden anger rose within his gut as he marched into his bedroom and began to ransacking the room.
He didn’t care if he wake Sharon up as long as he found the bear. He will tear this place apart to find it.
“Steve, what are you doing? I’m trying to sleep here.” Sharon already woke up to find Steve tearing this place down, looking for something. “It was half past midnight for christ’s sake!”
“Where is my teddy bear?” He asked harshly, looking around the room in panic because he couldn’t find it. Hands tugged in his hair when he thought he might lose it forever. “I need it, Sharon. Where is it?”
“I take it from you.” She told. “You seem to hold on to it more than your fiancee.”
“Why the hell did you do that?” He yelled at her. “It kept me from nightmares!”
Sharon looked at him and she saw the trails of tears from his eyes. The sweat that covered his body. He was losing his mind a lot because of the nightmare. Sharon rolled her eyes when she thought about how much she had encountered this horrible nightmare in the middle of the night since they were in a relationship. He didn’t seem like the old Steve when he had nightmares nut this time, it was different and it changed him. This Steve was just broken, damaged good.
“I need it so I can sleep!”
“Why is it so important to you?” She yelled back. “More important than your own fiancee!”
“So this is what’s it about? You jealous over a goddamn bear!”
“The goddamn bear that you hold it so tightly! You don’t even hold me that way before.”
“Don’t be such a fucking heartless bitch! Oh wait, you already are. I just need it so I can go back to sleep peacefully and didn’t have to bother you since you didn’t want to be a part of my mess.”
Sharon went quiet for a long time and Steve knew he hit her right in the spot.
“Sharon, where is that bear?” He stalked closer to her. Blue eyes stared at her like a predator ready to attack his prey. “Give it to me now!”
She cringed away. Fear filled her eyes as she went to her closet and tossed him the bear. Steve grabbed it and held it to his chest, flaming himself down once he got his thing back. He didn’t turn back to look at her again and headed out of the room.
Steve found himself lying on the couch as he held on to the teddy beat like he was holding a tangible part of Natasha, like a piece of her soul.
Calm and peace finally came back to him and allowed him to drift back into his sleep.