The Arrangement

Part 12

A.N.
T.W. fluff, angst, talk of bdsm, smut, talk of s/h
Please read with caution.

This one is long, sorry but you're welcome ;)

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At some point I fell asleep on the couch. The months of constantly hiding my emotions and worry must have finally caught up to me. I'm woken by Steve giving me a kiss on my cheek. I smile up at him and stretch as I sit up again.

"I didn't know I was bringing home sleeping beauty that night at the bar." Steve chuckled and sat on the couch next to me, pulling me in his lap.

"How long was I out for?" I ask, sleepiness still in my voice.

"About an hour. I just let you sleep, it looked like you needed it."

I smile gratefully at him, Steve didn't know it but he was right. I was exhausted. "Thank you."

He shakes his head. "No thanks necessary. A princess needs her beauty sleep."

"Where's Bucky?"

"Still in the shower... figured I'd keep you company until he's ready to join us." There's a mischievous glint in his eyes as he looks over my body and I feel my face get hot. I lean in closer to Steve who instinctively wraps his arms around me, holding me in place against his chest. Steve's lips crash against mine, dominating my mouth with his; his body heat radiating and seeping through my thin shirt as the kiss deepens. I open my mouth a little, granting his tongue access to explore me again.  There's an electric charge in the air as he roughly kisses me. His length hardening beneath me as I grind my hips into him. Steve's hands wildly roam across my body. He pulls away slightly, leaving us gasping for air.

"Is he going to be upset with us?"

"Does it look like I care?" Steve replies, kissing down my neck and across my collar bone. His hand slips under my shirt, cupping my bra clad breast in his hand. "I've waited too long for this."

I smile and let my head drop back a little, giving him more access to my neck. His teeth scrape along my skin and a soft gasp leaves me. "Stevie, please..." Steve shifts a little and pulls my shirt off before laying me out on the couch beneath him. His hot breath fans across my skin, leaving goosebumps in it's wake.

"I mean it, I waited for you." His voice is dripping with seduction as his hand trails down my chest.

"I waited too. I was miserable without you guys."

"I don't know about Bucky, but, you'll never have to go without me again."

I smirk up at him, "that a promise?"

He chuckles a little, and cranes his head lower to kiss me again. I reach between us to palm his length, our kiss growing hot again. Little nips at the other's skin, igniting every inch of my body. His hands undo the buttons of my jeans and pulls them off me. I smirk to myself for a second before catching a glimpse of his expression. He doesn't have to say anything for me to know what he's looking at. The patch of scars on my inner left thigh.

"It was uh... my teen years were a little rough..." I explain, but he says nothing. Instead, Steve trails his fingers over the marred skin. I open my mouth to say something again but clamp it shut when I see Bucky walk in behind him. His eyes instantly lock onto my mostly naked from, then to the scars Steve still finds himself fascinated by. They don't say anything for a while, just stay in place looking over my skin.