Topic: Love on Moonlit Isle

Lucy Rogers

Date: 2012-12-19 19:06 EST
((Contains material of an adult nature.)) _________________________

The last forty-eight hours was something of a blur to Steve, from the start of the wedding right up to the point where he and Lucy collapsed in bed, too tired to even consummate the wedding. Much to their surprise, a few hours into the reception (at which everyone seemed to be having one hell of a time, including Director Fury), they were whisked away to a private jet that took them halfway across the world to a tiny tropical paradise in the Pacific Ocean known as Turtle Island.

It was there that Steve and Lucy collapsed in each other's arms, exhausted but happy, waiting for morning to explore their little slice of paradise. Steve had changed out of his uniform into a pair of slacks and a neatly-pressed shirt for the trip, and it was what he was still wearing when he pried his eyes open to find himself lying beside Lucy in unfamiliar surroundings that he barely remembered from the night before.

Lucy, too, had changed her clothes for the journey, trusting her little sister when Liv had said something mysterious about hot weather and beaches. And she, too, was still wearing the summer dress she'd fallen asleep in as the warm breeze over the island swept into the bure they had been taken to the night before, ruffling the hem against her thigh. She sighed happily, inching closer to Steve as she began slowly to stir, flinging one lazy leg over his.

Steve had been told nothing, only that it was a surprise, and Lucy hadn't been much help either, in cahoots with her sister and Johnny in keeping their destination a secret. In all his life, Steve had never taken a vacation before and he felt just a small twinge of guilt at taking one now, but no one needed him more than Lucy right now, and he was looking forward to spending some time alone with her, wherever they might be. Fortunately, whoever had made the decision for them had chosen a warm destination - Steve had spent enough time in the snow and ice to last him a lifetime.

Though he assumed his blushing bride had been in on it, their destination had been as much a surprise to Lucy as it was to him. What had come as more of a surprise was the little slip by their bure mama the night before, revealing that the person who had forked out for a honeymoon in the first place had been Tony Stark, along with the message that they weren't coming home until the Capsicle had thawed out. Lucy felt her eyes flutter as she succumbed to the urge to wake up, a little uncomfortable thanks to the lingerie she'd put on rather hopefully under her short dress. But then, how was she supposed to know it was going to take hours and hours to get to the island"

Steve's eyes fluttered only moments before Lucy's, blinking the sun from his eyes that was peeking in through the blinds, announcing that morning had arrived. Surrounded by soothing sounds that gave away the fact that they were on a tropical island - waves lapping lazily on the beach outside their bure, birds calling cheerfully in the trees. Steve furrowed his brows as he slowly awoke and took in their surroundings, his gaze settling finally on the woman beside him who was now officially his wife.

Whose gaze had fixed firmly upon him the moment her eyes had opened. The island paradise they'd been given a slice of for an indeterminate amount of time could wait until she'd finished adoring him in sleepily tender silence. Slowly, the realisation of the weight on her finger, and what it meant, crept in, and her smile deepened, her body rising to lean over his and kiss him good morning.

He was about to ask where they were when he found her leaning over him and greeting him with a warm, loving kiss. Was there any better way to wake up in the morning" Steve wondered if he'd died and gone to heaven. Were they really married, or had it just been a wonderful dream' He murmured his approval of her kiss, as his eyes fluttered closed again, smoothing a hand against her bare arm, as if to make sure she was real and not just a dream.

Her hand trailed softly against his cheek, diamond sparkling in the morning sunlight that reflected from the sea so close outside. Drawing back, she smiled, nuzzling the tip of her nose to his lovingly. "Good morning," she murmured, belatedly realising they'd spent their wedding night half on a jet and half fast asleep. So much for making it a night to remember. "Where are we?"

It was still a night to remember as far as Steve was concerned. Anytime spent with Lucy, no matter what they were doing, was to be savored and enjoyed, even if all they were doing was lying close together and staring into each other's eyes. "I don't know, and I'm not sure I care," he admitted, brushing a second kiss against her lips.

She laughed softly, settling herself down against him as he kissed her a second time, drawing her fingertips through his hair as her body moulded to his on the bed. It was beautifully quiet outside, just the sound of the forest around them and the sea gentle lapping on white sand. It would have been very easy to believe that they were the only ones on the island at all. "Mmmm ..." She nipped softly at his lower lip as they drew apart once again. "You know what we should have done last night, we should have joined the Mile High Club."

"The Mile High Club?" Steve echoed, not understanding that reference, still not quite caught up on popular culture or modern references. He traced a lazy finger against the pink fabric of her dress, eyes savoring the sight. "You're so beautiful," he remarked, not for the first or probably last time, utterly lost in her spell.

"Mmhmm." Her smile was soft, despite the sparkling eyed tease as she filled in that little bit of missing pop culture for him. "There's a finite number of people who have had sex a mile or more above the ground, usually in airplane toilets," she informed him impishly. "We missed our opportunity to join them." His quiet compliment drew the tease from her eyes, leaving her expression sweet and soft as she traced her own fingers against his shoulder. "I know something else I am," she murmured, stroking the tip of her nose gently along the line of his jaw. Her lips brushed his ear as she inched even closer, breathing her offering against his lobe. "I'm your wife."

Lucy Rogers

Date: 2012-12-19 19:10 EST
His eyes went wide at her explanation, thinking that sounded like something Howard Stark might have invented. "Isn't that dangerous?" he asked, curiously and all too seriously, before she changed the subject. His pulse quickened as she brushed her nose and her lips against his flesh, stirring the desire that was nearly always simmering inside him when she was near. "It seems like a dream," he told her quietly. "A wonderful, beautiful dream come true." That was what she was to him. His fingers drifting through her hair, surprisingly gentle, loving for a trained soldier.

"Don't wake up, then." She trailed her lips softly over his cheekbone, down to his lips, catching him once again in a slow, gentle kiss even as she shivered lightly, loving the delicate way he touched her in moments like these. But, unfortunately for her libido, and his, some things just couldn't be denied. Nipping a last kiss to his lips, she sighed softly, resigned to her body's inappropriate needs. "If this is a dream, can you change the part where I need to use the facilities?"

He kissed her in return, smiling in rare amusement when she succumbed to the weaknesses of the flesh that he was not to blame for. "I wish I could," he replied with a smile, nudging another soft kiss to her lips, even as he knew he had to let her go, at least temporarily. If he wasn't mistaken, they had all the time in the world to make up for the wedding night that had been spent mostly in flight.

"How about the need to eat something that isn't attached to you?" she suggested, dark eyes sparkling again as she rose up onto her knees, reluctantly sitting back from him as she looked around the bure. Pin the tail on the donkey, screw the flush onto the bathroom ... Deliberately, she crawled over Steve to get off the bed, despite a perfectly clear side behind her, setting her bare feet down onto a cool wooden floor. Her fingers strayed somewhere unhelpful in the process, of course. Her voice called back to him as she located what she assumed was the bathroom, but what seemed to be a sunken jacuzzi bath and shower, and a pair of toilet cubicles, with sinks and mirrors set between them. "I suppose the question really is ....do I ravish you now, or do I wait until after breakfast?"

He reached for her wrist, just as she slipped away from his grasp and escaped his capture, desire flaring when she climbed over him, though he let her go. "Ravish me?" he echoed, chuckling a little to himself. "I think it's a little too late for that, Luce." She had practically ravished him when they'd first met, but he had no complaints, turning the shy boy inside him into a man almost overnight. Now that she was up, he couldn't lay there anymore, and he rolled to his feet, wondering when he'd taken his shoes off, but there they were on the floor beside the bed, along with several pieces of luggage he didn't remember carrying inside. Curiosity getting the better of him, he wandered through the spacious place to the door that led outside, gasping aloud at their surroundings. "Oh my God," he muttered quietly to himself.

It took a moment to get her more embarrassing ablutions out of the way, and Lucy reappeared, grimacing at herself in the mirror. "Sleeping in make up, not a good idea," she muttered to herself, taking another moment to wash her face free of foundation, mascara, and whatever else Liv had applied to her face the morning before. If she'd realised she'd woken up looking like Peter the Happy Panda, she might have been quicker to get out of the bed before he noticed. Shaking the water from her hands, she wandered back the way she had come, finding Steve standing out on the verandah of their little traditional bure. Sliding her arms around him, she stared with him across a beautiful blue lagoon, the white beach stretching out along its edge, the dark green of the jungle forest hugging the view all around. "Bloody hell," was her reaction, slightly less couth than that of her husband.

It would take more than smeared makeup for Steve to find Lucy unattractive. He had hardly noticed, and if he did, he was far too polite to mention it. He felt her arms go around him and he reached to return the embrace, never taking his eyes from the sight before him, just as beautiful as Lucy, but in a different sort of way. "It's Paradise," he said quietly, barely realizing he'd spoken his thoughts aloud. "I think I've died and gone to Heaven," he said, glancing at Lucy a moment before looking back out on the vista that stretched before them. He'd been a lot of places, but he'd never seen anything like this. "We can't afford this," he murmured further, wondering who'd arranged and paid for it all.

"We're not paying for it," she told him softly, one hand shifting to slide into his pocket and pull out the short note their bure mama had handed her the night before. "Ton - my brother is." She showed him the note, not even realising what her quiet correction of herself meant. Somehow, without quite noticing it, Tony Stark had shifted from "the enemy" in her mind to "a friend". It could have been the dancing at the reception, but it was more likely the speech. For someone who was supposed to be all about himself, Tony had spoken with touching warmth about Steve the day before. He'd earned himself Brownie points with one of his sisters without even knowing he had sisters.

"What?" Steve blurted, glancing for the slip of paper she'd pulled from his pocket that he hadn't even known had been there. His expression changed, surprised at what he found written there, or more accurately who it had been written by. "Tony did this?" he asked, not quite believing it himself. "So, the guy's got a heart, after all," he continued, folding the slip of paper and sliding it back into his pocket. "I'm not sure if I should thank him or slug him," Steve said, remembering a little of what had been said the night before, the ribbing along with the rare sentimentality. "Maybe he's not so bad after all."

"That, or Pepper threatened him with something dire if he didn't behave himself," Lucy offered up as an alternative, but she didn't really mean it. If Tony could pull something halfway human out of the bag for a friend, then perhaps she didn't need to worry quite so much about the day he and Liv found out they were related. She squeezed her arms around Steve, and a small smile touched her lips. "I'll bet there are some trunks in your suitcase," she said thoughtfully. "Fancy a swim?"

"A swim?" he echoed, as if that word was foreign to him. Of course, he could swim. He was a great swimmer, capable of holding his breath longer than a trained Olympian, but changing into a pair of trunks and parading around in what amounted to a pair of underwear made him blush just a little, even if the beach was private and even if he was accustomed to often wearing what amounted to a fancy leotard. At least, she hadn't suggested skinny dipping....yet. Maybe at night, but not in broad daylight. "Uh..." He cast another glance around, seeing no one but themselves. "Before breakfast?" he asked, uncertainly.

Lucy Rogers

Date: 2012-12-19 19:14 EST
Lucy watched him consider it, trying not to smile too broadly at the uncertainty in his expression as he produced a reason not to swim straight away. "All right," she conceded, giving him a reprieve as her hand patted against his stomach. "Later." Bouncing up on her toes, she touched a kiss to his cheek, and moved to step away, wondering where they could find breakfast in the first place. As it turned out, breakfast was already there. A selection of fruits and pastries had been left out for them on the table beside the day bed that hung from the overhang of the verandah, covered against flies and the heat, along with a little brochure that told them where they were and what there was to do here.

"This place is amazing, Luce," Steve breathed in unabashed awe and wonder, using his favorite new word that he'd picked up from Johnny. There was really no other word that even came close to describing it. He lingered a moment, unable to pry his eyes from the beauty of their surroundings, Lucy's kiss finally drawing him out of his reverie. He turned to follow her over to the day bed and the breakfast that awaited them, which he hadn't noticed before, too enchanted by the view. His feet were bare against the cool tile, though he was still far too overdressed for such a place as this, in dress pants and shirt that was buttoned nearly up to his neck, in stark contrast to her flimsy little dress.

"Isn't it beautiful?" she agreed, as enchanted as he was. She'd spent hours of her lifetime poring over pictures of places like this, but never thought she would actually visit one herself. One hand in his, she drew Steve down onto the day bed beside her, curling her palm to his cheek to kiss him again as the other hand flicked open a few of those buttons. He was going to bake if he didn't loosen up a little, after all, even in the shade. And it was a good excuse to get him a little more undone.

"Mmm..." he muttered beneath her lips, misunderstanding her loosening of his shirt, thinking she wanted to forego breakfast for a little while longer, not yet realizing he was overdressed for a place like this. "I thought you wanted breakfast," he pointed out, as his lips lazily reciprocated her kisses. He was going to have to practice what it meant to rest and relax.

She giggled softly, knowing that if they didn't stop trading kisses soon, breakfast was going to be delayed anyway. "I do," she told him. "I'm just stopping you from overheating before we get to the good part." With a supreme effort, she leaned back from him, brushing the pad of her thumb over his lips with a smile. "Unless you'd prefer to be dripping with sweat all day, that is."

"Dripping with..." he broke off, flushing a little as he realized what she was up to. It wasn't sex, not yet anyway, though if he had his way, the morning would not be complete without it. "I haven't been to the beach since I was a kid," he admitted, and even then, his mother had made him wear a shirt, afraid her pale and all too frail son would burn to a crisp. Seeing her point, he finished unbuttoning his shirt and drew it away from his shoulders to reveal a plain white t-shirt hidden beneath, accustomed to dressing modestly and conservatively, like an old man in a young man's body.

"Better." He got a kiss for his efforts, before Lucy finally settled down on the edge of the gently swaying bed beside him. "Just you wait, I'll get you in shorts yet," she added teasingly, lifting up the cover over the dishes to peer beneath curiously. Her eyes strayed to the little brochure, and she let out a squeal of excitement. "Oh my God, we're on Turtle Island!"

"Turtle Island?" Steve queried as he tossed his shirt onto the daybed and settled himself beside her, glancing over her shoulder at the brochure she was squealing over. He knew they were in the tropics somewhere, but where exactly he wasn't quite sure, and he'd never heard of anyplace called Turtle Island. As hungry as he was, he waited, as was his habit, for her to dig in first.

"It's in Fiji," she told him, all but bouncing excitedly as she pored over the little brochure. One hand slipped down to the little dish of fruit, coming up with a slice of chilled mango, giving him the all clear to go ahead and eat. She'd learned that particular mannerism of his fairly quickly. "It's the place to go for a romantic getaway or a honeymoon. Even if every bure here has someone in it, there's still only fourteen bures and they all have their own private beach space." She grinned, taking a bite from her fruit and leaning into him as she sighed happily. "This is way more than perfect."

Okay, Fiji he knew. It was in the Pacific, east of Australia and north of New Zealand. That much he knew, though he'd never been there. He slid an arm around her waist as she leaned into him, reaching around her for a piece of fruit, hungrier than he originally thought. "So, what is there to do here....besides the obvious?" he asked, curiously. Obviously, it was a romantic and tropical paradise, but he wondered what else there was to do to occupy their time, other than swimming, soaking up the sun, and savoring their privacy.

"The obvious, huh?" She snickered up at him, wondering which obvious his mind had wandered to before she turned her attention to answering him. "There's all sorts of things we can do ....snorkelling, scuba-diving, wind-surfing, kayaking. I think they even do fishing trips," she added with a laugh. "Or there's hiking, or horseback riding. There are tours of the island and its gardens, and there are group meals in the evenings, with entertainment. As well as the obvious."

He flushed a little as she emphasized his meaning, slowly overcoming his shyness, but not quite there yet. "At least, you're an honest woman now," he teased with a smile, touching his lips to her cheek. "And you belong to me." He picked up a strawberry and slipped it between her lips.

She watched him out of the corner of her eye as he kissed her cheek, charmed by the gentle blush on his cheeks. Part of her hoped he never quite lost that little boy innocence, though she knew she was doing her damndest to corrupt it all out of him at every opportunity. There was just something very endearing about a man who blushed when he saw you naked. Her lips parted around the berry as he touched it to her mouth, taking a small bite as her eyes held fast to his with playful sternness. "My goodness, Captain Rogers," she teased warmly, "are you seducing me with food?"

Lucy Rogers

Date: 2012-12-19 19:16 EST
"I think it's you who's seducing me, Mrs. Rogers," he replied, purposely choosing the married title of Missus, rather than Doctor, hardly believing his own choice of words. "I can't believe we're actually married. I keep thinking I'm going to wake up and find out it's all some crazy dream." He selected a pastry next, something with a sweet almond filling, moaning in delight at the taste of it. He was going to enjoy this a little too much, he thought.

She chuckled softly, enjoying the sound of Mrs, even if it wasn't quite correct in her case. "Like I told you," she reminded him, "don't wake up. I'll be very put out with you if you do and I turn out to be figment of your imagination." She watched as he bit into his chosen pastry, his moan shuddering right through her in a particularly visceral way. Biting her lip, she swallowed, looking away. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were doing that on purpose," she accused him fondly, choosing a pastry of her own, this one maple and pecan and one of her favorite wicked treats in the world. Her turn to moan this time.

He smirked around the pastry, a boyishly charming look on his face, looking nearly like Johnny Storm when he was teasing Olivia. "What if I am?" he asked, the mischievous side that rarely showed itself daring to come out as he started to relax a little in their romantic surroundings.

Her own smile grew as she eyed him, enjoying this side of her husband as much as she did any other part of him. "Well, I'll just have to think of a way to tease you back, won't I?" she threatened sweetly, pushing herself back over the gently swaying bed to lean comfortably against the sturdy cushions, looking out over the lagoon. "I wonder how loudly I'd have to orgasm to make anyone else on this island jealous?"

He finished off the pastry, plucking up another slice of fruit and leaning over her to offer it to her lips. There was a time when that word would have shocked and embarrassed him, and it still did a little, but confident they were alone and no one would overhear or care what they did here, he dared to tease her in turn. "Should we put that to the test?" he asked, the hunger in his stomach abated for now, but still aching with another kind of hunger.

Pleasantly surprised by the way he didn't stammer or try to change the subject, Lucy laughed as he leaned over her, closing her lips around the slice he held to her mouth to take a slow bite. Her eyes never left his, even as she moaned around the little mouthful, deliberately arching from her half-sprawl in a languid stretch of limbs, brown gaze twinkling playfully. "Think I can make you scream, sexy?"

The moan in and of itself was enough to make him ache further with longing, but it was the question that caused him to arch his brows in surprise, blunt and to the point and far more daring than he expected even from his Lucy. "Scream?" he echoed, curiously. The last time he remembered screaming was in a laboratory undergoing the agonizing procedure that had changed him from scrawny to brawny, but he had a feeling she wasn't talking about that kind of scream. "I...uh..." He faltered, at a loss for words as she took him by surprise once again.

"Oh, baby," she chuckled softly, looping her arms around his neck to draw him down over her. The hem of her dress slid high as her knee rose, her thigh hugging to his hip as she wrapped that leg about him. "There are all kinds of things to scream about," she promised, her lips teasing his with each word. A gentle undulation of her body rubbed his with sweetly seductive friction. "Let me show you one of the good ones ..."

Pulled closer, he made no attempt to resist her attempt to entice him. In fact, his body was more than ready to surrender to her seduction, though he was not quite sure what she had in mind. He couldn't think of anything else she could show him that she hadn't shown him already. Breakfast forgotten, his stomach at least temporarily appeased, his lips lingered close to hers as she teased him, his body reacting to the sweet seduction. "Hmm?" he murmured dreamily, lost in the moment.

Her arms wound warm around him as she rose up from the bed, pressing close even as he lowered to her. To be honest, there were quite a few things she hadn't shown him yet, but Lucy was mindful of how shockable her new husband was. She wasn't going to startle him with anything too kinky for a while yet. Her lips beneath his curved in another of those teasing smiles, not yet granting the kiss they promised as she watched his face turn slowly dreamy, thrilled by how he responded to her. She just couldn't resist making one last comment, nuzzling close as though trying to distract him from what she was saying. "I wonder if Johnny packed the handcuffs and blindfold."

Leaning ever closer into her embrace, entranced and enchanted by the kisses she just barely withheld, until she shocked him yet again with mention of something he never expected to hear from her. He blinked out of his trance, a puzzled look on his face, wondering why on Earth Johnny would have packed such things, and then it hit him. Whether she was purposely trying to make him squirm or not, he flushed profusely at the thought, unsure if she meant to use them on him or if she wanted him to use them on her. "You're not serious," he queried, eying her steadily.

She let her head fall back against the cushions, dark eyes a-glow with suggestive sweetness as she met his steady gaze with her own. One hand withdrew from his back, stroking her fingertip down along the line of his nose to gently bop the tip as she laughed softly. "Not yet," she conceded impishly, her smile widening to that beautifully familiar grin as she added, "Maybe tomorrow."

"We haven't really....you know....since before the wedding," he pointed out, hinting that he wouldn't really be adverse to consummating the marriage, if that's what she had in mind. His shy awkwardness was slowly dissipating the longer they were together. He had come a long way in the few weeks since he'd met her.

Lucy Rogers

Date: 2012-12-19 19:20 EST
Poor Steve. Lucy had woken up in an impish mood, and he was just adding more fuel to the fire. Either he was going to have to give in and join her, or he was going to end up sulking very shortly. "Hmmm ....haven't what, love?" she agreed, her expression not at all conducive to a serious contemplation of what it was he'd almost said. "Had a manicure" Or maybe you want a massage, I hear they're very good at that here." She blew him a kiss, daring him to take offense at her teasing.

"Don't tease me, Lucy," Steve pouted, her prediction coming true, at least as far as the sulking went. She either wanted him or she didn't, and he wasn't really sure which it was. "You're playing coy," he told her, guessing she was purposely teasing him, but he wasn't going to beg or plead. If she could resist temptation, so could he. "I'll just go take a cold shower," he said, calling her bluff and pulling away from her.

She burst out laughing as he pulled away, proof positive that she was in the best mood he'd seen her in yet, and as close to fully relaxed as she'd ever been. Her bare toes stroked against his leg for a moment before she sat up, throwing her arms around him from behind and kissing his cheek. "Absolutely, darling," she agreed, her giggles coloring the sound of her voice with rich warmth. "I think I'll take that swim, then. Until you're ready for me."

Though they were now married, he wasn't quite feeling confident enough to completely call her bluff, pouting like a lost puppy dog as he moved out of her way so she could do whatever she chose, whether it was staying with him or taking a swim. "I didn't say I wasn't ready," he pointed out, confused. She was just teasing him, wasn't she" Did she want him to tell her what he wanted"

He'd watched her playing with Johnny; surely he recognised the look on her face now as the same one she had worn then" Lucy was playing with Steve, whether he liked it or not, and Liv had warned him not to take her sister too seriously at times. Rising up onto her feet, Lucy pouted back at him, smoothing her hand over his rear end to squeeze playfully before letting out another soft laugh. "You're so serious, baby," she told him. "No one's here to see you but me, you know." She turned, her fingers trailing around to skim over his crotch with wicked mischief for the second time that morning as she backed away and into the bure. "And if you don't hurry up," she added, her voice fading the further she moved away, "I'm going to make you consummate our marriage on the beach. In daylight."

There was that look on his face again - a mix of shock, surprise, confusion, distraction and obvious desire. His mouth opened, lips moving, but no sound coming out, as she continued to tease him, his body reacting once again, rising to the challenge, so to speak. He paused a moment to consider, watching as she slipped away from him back into the privacy of the bure. He only hesitated a moment before he was following, drawn toward her like a moth to a flame, not caring whether he got burned or not, unable to resist her seduction.

Her smile warmed and darkened with promise as he followed after her, fingers rising to untie the neckline of her dress as she slowly backed away from him, leading him into the definitive privacy of what was, for the foreseeable future, their bedroom. With slow inevitability, her hands fell to the short hem of the dress, peeling it up and over her head, revealing lingerie in a mouth-watering shade of red. She threw the dress at him, assuming an impishly forlorn expression as she folded her hands in front of herself, coming to a halt just in front of the bed. "Don't you want to play with me, Steve?"

Steve felt his temperature rising, and it wasn't from the heat of the tropics, as he followed her into the bedroom, captivated by her impromptu striptease, admiring the soft hourglass curves of her body as she peeled the layers away. He caught her dress as she tossed it at him, eyes wandering over her, desire swelling, nearing the point of no return. "You know I do, Lucy," he admitted, staying where he was, waiting for her to make the next move.

Her smile reappeared, somehow managing to look like a little girl, despite quite obviously being a grown woman in her undies. "So why are you standing there sulking?" she asked him sweetly, leaning back against one of the four posts of the bed. "It's lonely if I have to start without you."

"What do you want?" he asked, at a complete and total loss. He thought he knew what she wanted, but he wasn't so sure. She'd never teased him quite like this before, and he was wondering if she was testing him to see who would make the first move.

One hand rose, her finger crooking to beckon him closer as the other hand chose that moment to trail up from the delicate indent of her navel, skimming the curves he was so enamored of before rising into her hair, pulling the dark mane back off her face. "Isn't it obvious?" she asked innocently, batting her lashes at him. It really was just as well they had a few days alone; Steve was going to have to learn how to respond when Lucy got cheeky.

"I want you, Lucy," he replied, not really answering her question, and yet answering it all the same. She wanted him and he wanted her. What else did either of them need to know" He closed the distance between them, arms going around her to pull her up against him, as his lips captured hers, not taking no for an answer, no matter how much she wanted to tease him. "I miss you," he told her as his fingers slid through her hair to sweep it over her back, kissing her again and again, until he was pushing her back to drop onto the bed, his body covering hers.

And just like that, the teasing was over. As he pulled her against him, the playful innocence fell from her face, replaced with the familiar, oh-so-rousing flush of desire she had been holding back just to see how far she could push him. His first kiss turned her spine to jelly; the second drew a tender moan from her throat. By the third kiss, she was trembling, holding onto him to keep herself upright even as he dropped her onto the bed, pouting until he was in her arms once again. "I've missed you so much," she breathed between those fevered kisses, her hands clenching in the folds of his t-shirt as she shifted beneath him, restless want fuelling each rise and fall of her body under his. "I need you, Steve, please."

Lucy Rogers

Date: 2012-12-19 19:21 EST
All she ever had to do was ask, and he'd fulfill her every desire. Whatever she wanted, it was hers, just for the asking because he loved her, wanted her, needed her with every fiber of his being. His kisses burned with feverish passion as he succumbed to the desires of the flesh. No more thinking, only doing what came naturally. His fingers smoothed against her sides in a teasing caress as he pressed his body against hers, teasing her as she'd teased him, his readiness and desire obvious.

She caught him in his teasing her, laughing amidst the gentle moans that fell from her lips as she fought to divest him of his clothing, distracted time and time again by the brush of a hand here, or the tender caress of lips there. "Now who's the one teasing?" she accused him fondly, bucking up to press the heat of her center hard to the eager readiness of his desire as she nibbled lovingly at his jaw.

The hell with it, enough of the teasing. He wanted her and he wanted her now. There would be plenty of time later for slow and easy seduction. He groaned as she broke from his lips and pressed the hot core of her body against his. It had only been two days since they'd last shared their passion, but it might as well have been two years. He pulled away, long enough to tug his shirt over his head and toss it aside and unfasten his pants, all the while watching her, pulse pounding, face flushed with desire.

As he rose from her, she fell back, wriggling her arms behind her back to unhook red satin and let it fall away with his shirt, breathless with the impatient need to have him with her. Two days and nights without him had been pure torture, and to make it worse, it had been all her own idea. She was never going to suggest it again. A last shimmy saw the second slip of red satin decorating the floor, and she lay back, forcing herself not to reach for him as her eyes devoured every inch of the wonderful man who was her husband.

He let that last vestige of clothing that separated them fall away, kicked aside on the floor as he went to her, wasting no time in the claiming of her. He moved over her, covering her with his body, capturing her lips as he held her in his arms and sheathed himself inside her warmth. His hips moved slowly against hers at first, driving himself slowly deeper, holding himself back so that she could catch up with him.

There wasn't that much catching up to do, in all fairness. She was right there with him as he took her, crying out his name in a throbbing declaration of just how much she'd missed him, how much she'd wanted him right here with her during their temporary separation. Soft and small in his arms, nonetheless she gave as good as ever she got, her trembling growing in strength as each tender movement drove her that little bit higher, that little bit wilder, until she writhed for him, holding on tightly as though he were the only thing in the world keeping her from flying apart.

She was embedded forever in his heart and in his mind, almost since the moment he'd first met her. All the time they'd been apart, no matter how short it might have been, a week, a few days, it was always too long. Words were never enough, and in that brief, empassioned moment, he instead showed her how much he needed her. Caught up in the moment, caught up in her love, he took as much as he gave, until he could hold himself back no longer, groaning with agonized pleasure as he teetered on the brink and crashed over the edge, shuddering with the intensity of it, calling her name over and over, though she was right there in his arms.

His crash into ecstasy was hers to enjoy for barely a moment before she joined him there in the swirling, broiling churn of heat and want and desire satisfied, rising up to him as his name mingled with her own, called out to the near silence of the forest and beach, unafraid to be overheard as she gloried in her husband and how perfect he made her feel. As the pulsing throb ebbed, she sank back against the sheets, her hands gentle once more as she smoothed her touch over his back, up into his hair, peppering his lips with slow, soft kisses.

He drew a slow breath as his passion ebbed, never really far from the surface whenever she was near. Kissing her again and again, he slid his legs around hers and rolled onto his side, worried that he'd crush her with his weight. Pulling away from her briefly, he stared into her eyes, all the love he felt for her there to see on his face, in his eyes, plain to see. Gentle fingertips traced her cheek in a loving and gentle caress, wondering how he'd managed to get this lucky. "I'm so happy when I'm with you," he told her quietly, though they were alone. The words too heartfelt not to be whispered.

She nestled into him, unable yet to admit how much she loved the way he enfolded her so protectively in his arms whenever he had the opportunity. Now that the eager edge had been skimmed from their shared desire, she felt that last bit of tension ease away, deliciously relaxed as he stroked her cheek, gazing into his eyes with the same undisguised, unabashed adoration he showed her. "I'm glad," she murmured back to him, her own fingers echoing his caress against his back. "You make me feel like I could do anything, so long as you're here with me." She leaned in, brushing her lips to his once more, tasting his breath as a last sinful shudder trickled down her spine.

Whatever he might have said in response was delayed by her kiss, lost once again in her loving embrace. It was almost as if they were the only two people left on Earth. Nothing else mattered, and they were they only ones left in all existence. He was Adam to her Eve, and they were in Paradise. It was a tempting thought, but they both knew it wouldn't last forever. The real trick was bringing Paradise back with them when they returned home. So long as they were together, he knew they could both triumph over anything.

But as much as she loved to be in his arms, as much as she wished she could stay there forever, Lucy was just a little bit too excited about being on holiday to be able to simply lie still for too long. Gently drawing back from the kiss, she assembled her cutest pout and batted her lashes at him. "Now can I have a swim?" she asked impishly, rippling her fingertips down over his back to swat his backside playfully.

Lucy Rogers

Date: 2012-12-19 19:27 EST
He smiled at her mischievous teasing, deciding to give her a little of her own medicine, reaching to hold onto her, strong arms going around her to hold her close, captured in his embrace. "What if I'm not ready to let you go yet?" he dared ask. The water wasn't going anywhere, and it seemed they were going to be here for a least a few days yet. What was the rush, after all"

Ah, so now he decides to join in" Lucy giggled, knowing she was well and truly captured. There was no way she would ever be able to break away unless he let her, stronger, bigger, and faster than she could ever be. And she didn't actually mind. Still she wriggled playfully, tickling her fingers down over his ribs lightly. "You're going to callously tie me to the bed, or do you intend to hang on for the next however many days just to keep me here?" she countered merrily, knowing the undulation of her body against his must be having some effect. It was certainly affecting her, and he knew how easy it was to rouse her to passion these days.

He chuckled, flushing a little at the mere suggestion he might tie her to the bed. "No..." His voice softened, his expression sobering. "I'm just not ready to let you go yet," he admitted, his body stirring yet again as she moved against him, enticingly. "Do you think..." he broke off with an uncertain frown on his face, almost too shy to finish the thought.

Sensing his shyness coming to the fore again, Lucy calmed herself, suppressing the urge to tease further as she stilled. Her hand drew tenderly against his cheek as she brushed the tip of her nose to his. "Do I think ....what, love?" she asked him softly. There were any number of things he could have almost asked her in that moment, too many for her to make a guess at. He was just going to have to man up and say what was on his mind, if he could get the words out.

"I want to swim with you in the ocean under the moonlight," he blurted. Though it was nowhere near evening yet, he could think of nothing more romantic than that. This wasn't just about being alone together; it was about making memories they'd remember for the rest of their lives, and he could think of no better memory than that. Swimming naked during the daylight, now that was another matter all together. He sighed, frowning worriedly that she'd find him too silly, too old fashioned.

Her eyes lit up, touched and impressed by his blurted confession. "I think," she began, nestling closer to touch kisses to his cheeks, the tip of his nose, "that is a lovely idea." Her lips caught his tenderly as she drew herself close once again. Somehow she knew he'd avoided saying exactly what he meant; skinny-dipping wasn't a phrase she could imagine coming out of his mouth willingly. Gently, she rolled him onto his back, rising up to straddle him, leaning down until their faces were curtained by the dark fall of her hair. "And I think today should be a lazy day," she added, nipping softly at his lips. "We can do the expensive stuff later." A wicked grin touched her lips. "Tony can afford it."

He smiled up at her as she rolled him onto his back, as amused by her suggestion as he was pleased that she'd agreed to a lazy day. It wasn't often the two of them were allowed such luxury, and there was no telling when they might be able to enjoy it again. He settled the palms of his hands against her hips, sliding up over the curve of her back to curl her against him, a warm blanket of soft, supple flesh. His lips tasted her, pulling her closer as his kiss deepened, memorizing her with lips and mouth and tongue.

Her back curved until the slow slide of his hands, pressing her body into his, soft curves to hard planes, finding it only too easy to lose herself to his kiss as he tightened his grasp. One hand left the bed to sweep her hair back, over one shoulder, her head tilting as she sighed with the steady burn of that smouldering passion that was never far away when he was at hand. Her smile reappeared, gently breaking the kiss to let her gaze down at him, drumming her fingertips against his shoulder mischievously. "You know," she said thoughtfully, "that shower is very big ..."

"Is it?" he asked, his fingers idly brushing her shoulder, relaxing against the bed and not looking like he was ready to move anytime soon. Had he caught a glimpse of the spa, he might have suggested it, but he hadn't, and wasn't even aware that such a thing existed. "You're in an awfully big hurry to get me under water. Are you trying to tell me something?" he asked, smirking playfully, wondering if she was hinting at something.

"What, you don't like the idea of getting all slippery with me?" she asked him sweetly, nipping a kiss to the end of his nose. "It was a long flight, after all, and we just got awfully sweaty together. It only seems fair that after I got you all hot and bothered, I should wash you down." She grinned at his smirk, raising herself up to glide a fingertip down the center of his chest and wiggle into his navel. "Don't you want me to cover you in soap ....every last inch ....and wash it off ....slowly?"

"Every last inch?" he asked, arching his brows up at her as he followed her fingertip with his eyes before returning to her face. The mere thought of that was causing him to ache again with desire. "We probably should get cleaned up," he agreed with a hint of a smirk, playing along with her, though they both knew it was only partly about cleanliness and more about having fun. Fun was a word that hadn't existed in Steve Rogers' vocabulary in a very long time.

"Mmm, what an excellent idea, baby," she teased him, nuzzling a kiss under his jaw. "How positively wonderful of you to think of it." The tip of her tongue found the hollow of his throat, stroking slowly upward along the beating line of his pulse before she sat back, winking down at him. "Bath or shower, I wonder?"

He sighed softly, lazily, as his eyes drifted closed to savor the feel of her touch, opening just in time to see her winking down at him. Both the bath and the shower held their own merits, but he was feeling strangely lazy and relaxed and the thought of relaxing with her in a tub of hot water seemed more enticing than the alternative at the moment. "Bath," he replied, without hesitation, having no idea what was waiting for them just a few feet away in the bathroom.

Lucy Rogers

Date: 2012-12-19 19:30 EST
She chuckled fondly, teasing one last kiss from his lips before making to slide from him, heedless of any sense of immodesty. After all, only he was there to see her in all her glory. "I'll set the water running," she murmured, linking her fingers with his to squeeze for a moment before releasing him. "Why don't you take a look in that mini-bar over there?"

He grunted a reply, pausing a moment to admire the view as she slipped away from him to set about presumably filling the tub. He glanced in quiet contemplation toward sun streaming in through the windows. He knew there had to be other people on the island, but so far they'd seen no one else but themselves. It wasn't as if he had anything to be ashamed of, not with a body like his, but he was from a different era - an era where people were more modest, less brazen. He debated grabbing his pants, but if they were going to take a bath, he wouldn't be needing them long. "The mini-bar?" he asked, sitting up and taking a look around.

Her voice called back to him over the sound of rushing water as she turned the taps, kneeling in the deep spa to do so. "Around the corner," she told him, having taken a brief look around before she'd joined him on the verandah in the first place. "Tea, coffee ....mini-bar." She laughed to herself, delighted with the place they had been given for their honeymoon when she'd honestly been looking forward to just a couple of days alone with Steve in his - their - apartment.

"Uh, oh!" he exclaimed as he turned the corner and found what he was looking for. "Uh, Luce?" he called, spying a bottle of champagne resting inside a bucket of ice and wondering how long that had been there. He pulled the bottle out of the ice, and took it, along with two glasses, with him toward the sound of running water. "Champagne," he asked, holding up the bottle as he arrived in the opening between the rooms.

By the time he arrived, the water had reached her waist, bubbling happily along with the jacuzzi flow of the spa, warm enough to have covered her skin with a hot flush. She still knelt in the sunken spa, her arms reaching high to tie her hair up off her neck as she turned her head to look over at him, enjoying the sight of her usually modest husband walking around proudly naked. "Looks like we both found the bubbly."

He lowered the bottle, his jaw dropping open at the sight of the "bathtub" his wife was soaking in, water bubbling like an indoor hotsprings. "What the..." He was at a loss for words. It wasn't exactly a bathtub but it wasn't a pool either. He took a few steps closer, completely forgetting that he was completely naked. "I've never seen anything like that."

Lucy couldn't help smiling at the dumbfounded expression on his face, twisting fully to face him as he came closer. "It's a spa, love," she told him, one hand offering up to beckon him down into the water with her. "Heaven just got a bit more heavenly."

To his credit, he wasn't even holding the champagne bottle in front of himself as he gawked at the thing known as a spa. With a bottle in one hand and two glasses in the other, he wasn't really able to take hold of her hand just yet, instead handing her the bottle as he immersed himself into the warm, bubbly water. He wondered what she thought of Tony Stark now. "Are we sure we haven't died and gone to heaven?" he asked as he reached for the bottle again so that he could open it.

She giggled softly, thoroughly enjoying the view even as he lowered himself down beneath the level of the water. One hand reached out to turn off the taps as she eased herself toward him, revelling in the pure luxury they'd been given for a little while. "Well, I don't know about you, but if this is heaven, I'm happy to stay," was her reply as she slipped about behind him, smoothing her hands up his back and her arms around his chest, pressing close to brush a loving kiss to his cheek. "I love you."

He smiled at her over one shoulder as she slid up behind him and wrapped her arms around him. "Somehow I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing that." He popped the cork on the champagne bottle, a little startled when the bubbly liquid exploded and overflowed from the bottle. "Whoops!" He chuckled as he tried to catch the overflowing champagne with a glass. Fortunately, most of what he missed simply dribbled into the hot tub.

She laughed with him as champagne dripped into the bubbling water that enveloped them, loosening her hold just enough that he had a chance of getting some of the alcohol into the glasses. "You know ..." she mused thoughtfully, "I have heard that there are places where they consider the best way to drink champagne is by licking it off a naked body." She flashed him a cheeky grin, teasing him once again.

He arched a brow at her as he finished filling the glasses, handing her one. "I thought it was drinking it from a woman's shoe, but I suppose it depends on the woman and the shoe." Once the glasses were filled, he set the bottle down and turned to face her. "I can't get drunk, you know."

Her grip loosened further as he turned about, taking the glass he offered with one hand as the other slipped beneath the water to smooth over his hip. "I do solemnly swear not to get rat-arsed," she promised him impishly, touching the rim of her glass to his. "To us?"

He returned the gesture, extending his glass to meet her halfway, which wasn't far considering they were practically on top of each other. "To our future," he added, keeping the toast brief, without extolling on all of the reasons he loved her.

Instead of lifting the glass to her lips, Lucy slipped closer, a slightly wild smile on her lips as she beamed up at him. Tipping the glass just enough, she trickled champagne against his shoulder, letting it slide down just far enough over his skin that her tongue could swirl over a nipple as she lapped it up. Straightening, she dropped a kiss on his chin affectionately. "Mmm ....I think I can see why that's a delicacy."

Lucy Rogers

Date: 2012-12-19 19:32 EST
He arched a brow at her as she unexpectedly lapped champagne off his chest, flushing a little, either from a rush of desire or embarrassment. "I can think of a better idea," he told her, taking a sip of the champagne and then leaning in to press his lips against her, his tongue sliding gently against her lips, tasting of champagne.

Her arms rose as he leaned in to shared that champagne scented kiss, the glass-bearing arm curling over his shoulder as her free hand stroked wet fingers against his cheek. Lips parted beneath his with an easy sigh of pure contentment, letting her taste him as she slid closer in the warm, bubbling water.

He deepened the kiss, tasting champagne on her lips even as he shared the taste on his own. The hand that wasn't busy holding onto the glass slid around her waist, the kiss languid, loving, and full of longing, a contented sigh echoing hers, feeling almost guilty with laziness.

Soft and tender, lulled by the heat of the water all around and the protective wrap of his arm around her, Lucy smiled as the deliciously luxurious kiss came to a close, nuzzling affectionately against his lips before rising up from the water a little way to lay her cheek against her husband's, embracing him almost innocently, despite their shared lack of modesty. "Seems almost too good to be true, doesn't it?" she murmured, slow to break the embrace, even to look into his eyes. "I can't believe this time two days ago we were dancing at our own wedding."

He sighed against her lips, in no hurry to burst the bubble that had settled around them. He unwound his arm from around her waist to brush his fingers against her cheek, smiling warmly down at her. "I can't believe we only met a few weeks ago. It seems like I've known you forever," he murmured back, gazing into the warm brown depths of her eyes.

"And you didn't just get a wife," she reminded him, keeping her voice soft for the sake of holding this warm, private moment together for as long as they could. "You got a sister, too. And when he works up the nerve, you get Johnny as well." She couldn't help a soft smirk at the thought of this. Steve and Johnny seemed such unlikely friends, but they were slowly growing to understand each other.

Steve rolled his eyes at the mention of Johnny, though he had grown fond of the man, like one does a puppy. "I think I already have. He's my biggest fan, remember?" He drained the champagne that was left in his glass, enjoying the taste of it, though drinking anything alcoholic seemed a little pointless. "I owe Olivia for teaching me to waltz," he remarked with a tiny smile.

Lucy snorted with laughter, rolling her eyes. "I owe her for that," she agreed. "That could have been a disaster in the making if we'd both been stumbling around with no idea what we were doing." She grinned, setting her half-finished glass safely aside to wind her arms around his neck, settling close. "And where, may I ask, did you learn to two-step?"

He reached behind him to set his glass aside, as well, turning back to find her arms around his neck. "I learned that from a certain half-drunken twin who probably doesn't even remember teaching it to me," he replied with a teasing smirk, remembering the short dance lesson she'd given him before Liv had sent her sister to bed.

"I remember!" she protested laughingly, hugging close to him in the swirling water, delighted that he was beginning to find the comfort in teasing her without prompting. "I just don't remember how I went from dancing to waking up in bed, that's all. Did we do naughty things on the couch before Liv got back?" Her dark eyes danced with wicked merriment, pretty sure they hadn't got that far, but open to the suggestion that they might have done.

He grinning, amused that he remembered something she didn't and wondering if he should tease her further and let her think she'd done something she hadn't. It was almost too tempting, even for Steve, who prided himself on his honesty. "No, we didn't do naughty things on the couch. Liv broke us up before it got that far. She scolded me for taking advantage of you," he smirked, unable to lie to her, even if he was sorely tempted to tease her.

Lucy pouted at that, though her eyes still twinkled teasingly. "And you let my skinny little drip of a sister separate us?" she demanded playfully. "What kind of man are you?" Her lips touched the tip of his nose as she lifted her legs around him, taking full advantage of how close they were to wrap herself around her husband as fully as she could. "Why didn't you take advantage of me" Trust me, when I'm that far gone, all it would take would be a squeeze of my boob, and I'd have my knickers off in a snap." She cackled wickedly, winking at him.

Her wicked teasing was countered by his sentimentality. "Because, Lucy," he started, earnestly, sinking down farther into the water, his arms going around her waist as her legs wrapped around him. "You wanted to wait until after the wedding, remember" You wanted it to be special. The thing is, it wouldn't have mattered either way. Every moment I spend with you is special, every moment we're together, no matter what we're doing."

"You mean you didn't want to squeeze my boob?" she asked innocently, gently brushing a kiss to his lips as his words sank deep into her, wrapping around her heart. "I thought it would be romantic," she admitted softly, nuzzling the tip of her nose to his. "I thought that spending a few nights apart would make up for the fact that I wasn't a virgin when we met, that I'm spoiled goods." One shoulder rose and fell as she smiled fondly, stroking her fingers against his cheek. "But what it comes down to is that I love you, and I wanted to give you the kind of wedding you deserved. I didn't mean to get drunk and hump your leg, love, I promise."

Lucy Rogers

Date: 2012-12-19 19:33 EST
"Of course I wanted to..." Steve broke off with a sigh, realizing she was teasing him, but then she was kissing him softly and turning unexpectedly serious. He leaned his forehead against hers, close enough to breathe her in, her closeness filling his senses. "It didn't matter to me if you were a virgin or not, Lucy. It never has. If it did, I wouldn't have asked you to marry me. The past doesn't matter. All that matters is that we're together now, and we're always going to be together." He paused a moment before continuing, a smile forming on his face. "And if this place isn't romantic, I don't know what is."

She beamed softly, deeply relieved that he didn't mind her previous experiences, that he hadn't been her first. "Just remember you said that when the first fish starts nibbling on you later," she giggled, drawing closer to touch her lips to his once again. One hand unwound itself from his neck to tease down his chest and wriggle a fingertip into the indent of his navel, her new favorite place on him, at least for today. Wouldn't it be funny if her big serious husband turned out to be ticklish"

Ticklish in some spots, but perhaps she hadn't hit the right spot yet. His smile widened, however, which was encouraging, and he wondered what the attraction was to his navel. It was just an ordinary navel, after all, though the same could probably not be said for the rest of him. "And here I thought I had to worry about you doing the nibbling," he teased back, turning her so that her back was against the side of the tub and she was immersed in a flow of bubbles that tickled her bare legs.

She arched from the sudden stimulation of bubbles against her back and legs with a soft gasp, instinctively tightening the flex of her legs around his hips as he teased her. "I thought you liked my nibbling," was her playful counter to his surprisingly mischievous turn, her fingertips trailing back up to comb into his hair. "I distinctly remember quite a bit of moaning the last time I tried it."

She was so close to him it was maddening. He wanted to be inside her again, to feel himself wrapped in her luxurious warmth once again, his desire throbbing painfully and all too obviously between them. He groaned as the bubbles played against them, her legs enticingly snug around his hips. It wasn't going to be long before they christened the spa, like they had the bed, and he wondered if she'd ever tire of him.

He'd said the place was romantic, and he was absolutely right. But the romance, the wining and dining, the sunsets and moonlit swims and walking together ....those would come later. For now, and perhaps for the next twenty-four hours in their entirety, Lucy found herself utterly devoted to making absolutely sure that her husband knew exactly who he belonged to. Even if she then slept for the rest of the week, she was determined. No other woman was ever even going to enter his mind in possible comparison with her. Steve Rogers was hers, in all his glory, and she was about to prove it. Extensively.

((Ain't love grand" I think we're up to date now. Are we" Who knows" Well ....the AWESOMENESS of my partner knows, and she's not saying yet! Muahahahahahahaaaaa!!!))