Note: I did not write this, credits to the writer
Summary: The one where Chris can't help but full in love with a taken woman.
Warnings : Sexual content
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"We shouldn't be doing this." She mumbled against his lips as his hands grasped her behind. He hummed in agreement. "I'm engaged." She whispered as he kissed down her neck.
"I know, I know," Chris said. "This is the last time."
He said that every time, that it was the last. However they both knew it was a lie, neither of them could keep away from each other, they'd tried impossibly hard but every time they were drawn back together, like magnets. You can't help who you fall for, Y/N had always thought, and it was such a shame she'd already been engaged when she met Chris.
They met on Christmas Eve on a train, sitting across from one another when the train broke down. She was only wearing a sleeveless dress and high heels, shivering in her seat, lips tinging blue. He'd offered her his jacket, to which she quickly snatched up and conversation flowed from there. He'd noticed the ring, asked a few questions, but that was all quickly forgotten. They met again a month later at the same train station, went for a coffee and that day and 1 o'clock in the afternoon slept together for the first time. It'd been three years of sneaking around, falling more and more in love with each other. It wasn't all sex, he'd take her places he'd thought she'd like, and she'd buy little things that reminded her of him, they acted as a couple, only it was secret.
He nipped at the skin of her neck. "You know what would make this all easier." He deeply said.
"What?" She asked, hands fisting his shirt as he pushed his hips into hers.
"If you would leave him and come with me." Before she could reply he snatched up her lips in his, pushing his tongue against hers and rocking his hips harder. He knew the answer, it was always the same.
"I can't Chris, I do love him...not the same way I love you. Oh, it's so confusing, I can't, I can't, I cant."
Truth is she was frightened, always had been, and he knew. She'd been with this man half her life, and for her, time meant something. Every time they would talk about it, he could see in her eyes she was thinking of all the memories she had with him, all the times he made her laugh and suddenly she was pulled back under and away from Chris. But Chris had a plan, if he could make her laugh more...surely she'd go with him. If he created more happy memories with himself, than she did with him, Chris was positive that she'd go with him, it would just take a little time. But he'd wait, he'd wait a lifetime for her.
Y/N began to unbutton Chris' shirt, feeling the defined muscles of his chest. Her fingernails dug into the flesh a little, causing Chris to wince.
"Wanna play that way, little girl?" Excitement filled her eyes as he taunted her, she was always so much more excited with him.
She bit down on her lip and peered up at her. "Yes please." She whispered.
She squealed as he suddenly picked her up, legs wrapping around his waist and he marched into the bedroom. The midday sun shone through the partly closed curtains, creating a warm orange glow that complimented her skin wonderfully. He placed her on the bed carefully, as though she was a fragile china doll, and looked down at her.
She smiled warmly up at him. "Come here, soldier." She called him that, partly because of his role as Captain America, but mostly because no matter how far she pushed him away, he remained loyal, like a soldier.
