Ruined in the Shadows
Chapter 08
"I know you are," I whisper, putting my arms upon his as we continue to stand in the shower. The scalding water pours over our bodies.
Suddenly, Steve twists me around almost viciously and plants a huge, passionate kiss on my lips. My eyes widen in shock. His tongue wiggles against my lips, wanting access. Eventually, I calm down and kiss him back. Steve holds me tightly as we rekindle our long-lost affection for each other.
With the shock fading, I begin to enjoy what is happening at this moment. I have missed Steve's strong, toned body against mine. I am still somewhat angry at him but I can't help myself. But I also wonder what has gotten into him. This is not Mr. 1940's Steve Rogers kissing me. This is... someone else.
His hands harshly travel along my body, gripping and memorizing the curves that he has missed so much. He then slams me against the shower wall and leaves smooches all along my neck and breasts. My mouth gapes open and my eyes close, preparing for what is coming next.
Steve shoves himself into me and I gasp loudly and dramatically in pleasure. He thrusts his member into my heat and begins pumping against my unsuspecting body. I wrap my legs around his strong body to hold myself up. He grunts with each push into me. He begins to go faster and faster. It is almost painful for me at first but then I my head begins to swim with ecstasy.
Steve then moves his mouth down to my left breast and begins suckling on my hardened bud. His soft tongue feels so good I can hardly stand it. I dig my fingertips into Steve's back as I grit my teeth. I can hear a groan rumbling in Steve's chest.
"Oh!" I exclaim as Steve once again jams himself into me. There is a pleasurable pressure on my head as I reach my climax. I begin panting out moans and cries. This is one of the greatest orgasms I have ever experienced. My eyes cross, a mortifying thing to happen. My grip around Steve tightens as then with one final push, I'm finished.
"Agh!" Steve grunts as he pulls out before he releases his load.
Just when I think it's over, Steve turns off the water and lifts me up. He presses me down inside the bath tub. Steve gets on his hands and knees. Confused, I begin to sit up. He spreads my legs and begins to go down on me.
"Okay, I appreciate the gesture, but this is not going to work," I say. "This bath tub is way too small for us.
Without a word, Steve stands up and slides me out of the tub and onto the bathroom floor. The white tile is ice-cold against my warm, wet body. I lay on my back, in shock. When I see that Steve is taking another stab at it, I stop him. "Wait, just wait. I'm not comfortable with this."
Steve looks up at me. There are tears in his eyes. "Please," he whispers. "Please let me do this. I feel so bad about the way I acted. I want to do this for you." A soft tear rolls down his cheek.
So no wonder he is acted this way. He is trying to show me that he is unbelievably apologetic by doing what he thinks I like. And I do like this. But I almost feel guilty that I do. "Alright," I sigh. I'm not expecting much from him, but I'll let him try. I open my legs once more and Steve's head goes down.
When Steve is finished, I'm still in shock. I don't mean to be crude, but that was the best head I have ever received. And from the Super Soldier? That is just not believable!
Steve rolls off his hands and knees to lie on his back next to me. We both lie there in silence as I catch my breath. I stare at the white ceiling, the light blinding my eyes but I can't look away. I think about how this is really a new start for my relationship with Steve. It's almost like we're starting over. It's quite brilliant, really. I feel like I'm a completely different person now. Being in a coma for six months will do that to you.
I'm snapped out of my trance when I feel Steve's warm hand wrap around mine. I turn to look at him and realize he has been staring at me this entire time. I look him right in the eye. His blue eyes are full of tears. "What's wrong?" I ask.
"I... I don't know," he whispers.
"Then why are you crying?" My brows furrow together, concerned.
"Because I don't think I can ever tell you how sorry I am."
"Steve, don't--"
"--No! Listen to me." His voice has become low and serious. "I am, so sorry."
"I know you are."
More silence follows. I finally get the strength to ask him what has been on my mind this entire time: "What was this all about? You've never acted this way before. And why now?"
"I just wanted to show you how much I love you." His face is blank, as if it's that obvious.
"But you've never done anything like that before."
"Did you like it?" He tries to hide his hopefulness but it seeps through to his eyes.
"Yeah, but that's not the point. It was like it wasn't even you."
"I've changed a lot these past six months. I woke up and realized that I can't have that 1940's mindset anymore. This is the 21st century!"
I can feel my heart cracking in half. Tears well up in my eyes. "But that 1940's mindset was what I fell in love with. You were different, you treated me with respect. You weren't just some guy. You were the respectable, soft-spoken man I fell in love with." I choke back the sobs. "And if you're going to change, then I'm not sure I want to be with you anymore.
Suddenly, Steve twists me around almost viciously and plants a huge, passionate kiss on my lips. My eyes widen in shock. His tongue wiggles against my lips, wanting access. Eventually, I calm down and kiss him back. Steve holds me tightly as we rekindle our long-lost affection for each other.
With the shock fading, I begin to enjoy what is happening at this moment. I have missed Steve's strong, toned body against mine. I am still somewhat angry at him but I can't help myself. But I also wonder what has gotten into him. This is not Mr. 1940's Steve Rogers kissing me. This is... someone else.
His hands harshly travel along my body, gripping and memorizing the curves that he has missed so much. He then slams me against the shower wall and leaves smooches all along my neck and breasts. My mouth gapes open and my eyes close, preparing for what is coming next.
Steve shoves himself into me and I gasp loudly and dramatically in pleasure. He thrusts his member into my heat and begins pumping against my unsuspecting body. I wrap my legs around his strong body to hold myself up. He grunts with each push into me. He begins to go faster and faster. It is almost painful for me at first but then I my head begins to swim with ecstasy.
Steve then moves his mouth down to my left breast and begins suckling on my hardened bud. His soft tongue feels so good I can hardly stand it. I dig my fingertips into Steve's back as I grit my teeth. I can hear a groan rumbling in Steve's chest.
"Oh!" I exclaim as Steve once again jams himself into me. There is a pleasurable pressure on my head as I reach my climax. I begin panting out moans and cries. This is one of the greatest orgasms I have ever experienced. My eyes cross, a mortifying thing to happen. My grip around Steve tightens as then with one final push, I'm finished.
"Agh!" Steve grunts as he pulls out before he releases his load.
Just when I think it's over, Steve turns off the water and lifts me up. He presses me down inside the bath tub. Steve gets on his hands and knees. Confused, I begin to sit up. He spreads my legs and begins to go down on me.
"Okay, I appreciate the gesture, but this is not going to work," I say. "This bath tub is way too small for us.
Without a word, Steve stands up and slides me out of the tub and onto the bathroom floor. The white tile is ice-cold against my warm, wet body. I lay on my back, in shock. When I see that Steve is taking another stab at it, I stop him. "Wait, just wait. I'm not comfortable with this."
Steve looks up at me. There are tears in his eyes. "Please," he whispers. "Please let me do this. I feel so bad about the way I acted. I want to do this for you." A soft tear rolls down his cheek.
So no wonder he is acted this way. He is trying to show me that he is unbelievably apologetic by doing what he thinks I like. And I do like this. But I almost feel guilty that I do. "Alright," I sigh. I'm not expecting much from him, but I'll let him try. I open my legs once more and Steve's head goes down.
When Steve is finished, I'm still in shock. I don't mean to be crude, but that was the best head I have ever received. And from the Super Soldier? That is just not believable!
Steve rolls off his hands and knees to lie on his back next to me. We both lie there in silence as I catch my breath. I stare at the white ceiling, the light blinding my eyes but I can't look away. I think about how this is really a new start for my relationship with Steve. It's almost like we're starting over. It's quite brilliant, really. I feel like I'm a completely different person now. Being in a coma for six months will do that to you.
I'm snapped out of my trance when I feel Steve's warm hand wrap around mine. I turn to look at him and realize he has been staring at me this entire time. I look him right in the eye. His blue eyes are full of tears. "What's wrong?" I ask.
"I... I don't know," he whispers.
"Then why are you crying?" My brows furrow together, concerned.
"Because I don't think I can ever tell you how sorry I am."
"Steve, don't--"
"--No! Listen to me." His voice has become low and serious. "I am, so sorry."
"I know you are."
More silence follows. I finally get the strength to ask him what has been on my mind this entire time: "What was this all about? You've never acted this way before. And why now?"
"I just wanted to show you how much I love you." His face is blank, as if it's that obvious.
"But you've never done anything like that before."
"Did you like it?" He tries to hide his hopefulness but it seeps through to his eyes.
"Yeah, but that's not the point. It was like it wasn't even you."
"I've changed a lot these past six months. I woke up and realized that I can't have that 1940's mindset anymore. This is the 21st century!"
I can feel my heart cracking in half. Tears well up in my eyes. "But that 1940's mindset was what I fell in love with. You were different, you treated me with respect. You weren't just some guy. You were the respectable, soft-spoken man I fell in love with." I choke back the sobs. "And if you're going to change, then I'm not sure I want to be with you anymore.
Notes
Yeah, this chapter is the reason why this story is NC-17 and not R. Haha. I actually really like this chapter even though it's pretty self-destructive for both Skylar and Steve. Steve is just full of surprises! Well, more will be posted in a week.And if you like Supernatural, check out my Supernatural fic, The Devil Could Wait, on SupernaturalFanFiction.com! http://www.supernaturalfanfiction.com/Story/5197/The-Devil-Could-Wait/
5/23/13