Avenger fic: Serenade pt 3
Story: Serenade
Author: Cincoflex
Fandom: Avengers 2012
Pairing: Steve Rogers/OC
Summary: Everyone on the team seems to have someone special except Steve, and that's about to change.
Author's Notes: This is for Lovellama who is not only a terrific beta, but also a romantic and generous person! Bonus points if you recognize the doctor.
He didn’t remember the ride back to his apartment. Steve drove on autopilot, his brain and body too caught up in tender turmoil for the mundane issues of rain and direction. By the time he parked in the garage and made his way to his apartment he was short of breath and shaking, stumbling into the dark entryway as he dropped his keys on the floor.
Steve pressed his back against the nearest wall, needing its support as he closed his eyes. His senses were on fire, still caught up in the physical ache for Lauren, and without a moment of hesitation, he yanked on his fly buttons, popping them open as he skimmed his palm along the iron ridge of his erection.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this stiff or desperate; probably back around the time Dillinger had been gunned down outside the Orpheum, when being fourteen meant being a living hard-on. Steve gave a sob of a laugh and stroked himself, swelling against his fingers and wishing they were Lauren’s. He tightened his grip, stroking the veiny shaft as he thought back over the last half hour, the images and scents coming in a rush that threatened to overwhelm him.
Lauren, soft and warm, curves pressing against him, hot and luscious, her perfume and the scent of her skin like sugar . . . kissing her, God, feeling her lips open under his and sliding his tongue into her mouth . . . . He groaned, fingers tightening as his cock swelled rampantly. Need coursed through Steve’s body; raw and undeniable need, driven on by memory and desire.
He wanted her. Naked, under him, clinging to him and giving herself to him, holding him, wanting him as much as he wanted her. Steve had never before let himself admit to lust this way; it seemed obscene, but here in the dark with the taste of Lauren in his mouth it was right and dangerous and perfect. This was what lay at the core, this primitive urge that lay buried in the heart of every man.
Steve stroked himself harder, slipping his other hand to cup his balls, his breathing erratic now, his hips rocking with every pump. Wild images flared in his mind of Lauren kissing his body, of her breasts bared to his touch and kisses. He wanted to touch her, to undress her himself and uncover those curves and hollows only briefly glimpsed until now. More than that, Steve gritted his teeth as he acknowledged he wanted to slide into her, drive himself deep until . . . until . . .
Hard spasms rocked his big frame, and the heavy sprays of thick hot semen splattered in heavy ribbons on the carpet, splashing across his slacks and boots as Steve groaned mindlessly. When the last pleasure-filled shudder died away he let his head fall back, knocking against the wall, gasping for breath. Steve let go of his softening prick and wiped his palm down one thigh, his mind blank.
He sat in the dark for nearly an hour, dozing a little, not thinking of anything. When he’d done that long enough, Steve got to his feet and showered, scrubbing himself under the scalding heat. He pulled on boxers and lay down, waiting until morning.
Doctor R agreed to see him first thing, and Steve made his way to her office, which overlooked Central Park. The weather had cleared, promising to be hot, but he didn’t notice as a receptionist waved him in. Doctor R came over and hugged him, her tiny size as always reminding him of a garden gnome.
“Steve, come in, come in,” she ordered softly. He did, making his way to the chair just off to the side of her desk, dropping himself into it bonelessly. Doctor R pulled up a low ottoman and sat herself, looking towards him with sympathetic patience, waiting for him to say something.
When he’d first come to see her it had taken a while for him to deal with her German accent; for him the war hadn’t ended yet. But she was understanding and patient, and now Steve hardly noticed it at all. She looked at him with her bright sparrow eyes, and he gave a sigh.
“The date,” he began, heavily. “I went to go hear Lauren sing.”
Doctor R gave a nod. “And was she good?”
Steve gave a faint smile. “She was great. A real crooner’s voice, actually. I recognized almost all the songs.”
“That was comforting then.”
“Yeah.” He looked around, not exactly avoiding her eye, but not quite ready to meet it either. “I took her home. It rained.”
Doctor R said nothing, perched on her little ottoman, gaze compassionate. Steve dropped his head into his hands, resting his elbows on his thighs.
“I kissed her. We both wanted it, Doc, but it was like . . .” he struggled for a moment, “like I was starving! Like I wasn’t kissing her but devouring her, her face, her lips, her tongue . . . I’ve never felt anything like that! I didn’t think I’d be able to stop. I didn’t want to stop . . .” he ran out of breath, shoulders shaking a little.
Doctor R reached over and lightly patted one of his knees, her touch gentle and firm. “That’s perfectly normal, Steve. You are a healthy and virile man with a working libido. Did she rrrrrrespond in kind?”
Steve blushed, the pink hue washing over his cheeks. “Ahhh, yeah. That was part of the problem. I don’t think she wanted to stop either.”
Doctor R considered this a moment, her eyes twinkling. “So. You and she have a mutual physical attraction between you. Biological chemistry.”
Steve nodded, shoulders slumping. “You could say that. I went home and . . .”
“Masturbated,” Doctor R prompted gently. “A verrrry good and healthy option. And now?”
“Now I think I’m going nuts,” Steve muttered. “Doc, I’ve never felt this way about anyone before! I loved Peggy, and I wanted her, but there was a war on, and we both had other duties, other obligations! I could put thoughts of Peggy aside because I had a job to do. But Lauren . . . she’s always in my head, Doc. I think about her when I’m not with her, I worry about her and Joe, I want her to be safe and happy and sometimes, like last night, I just want her . . .”
“And this is a wonderful thing,” Doctor R pointed out. “You are rrrrrejoining the world now, Steve. You have feelings for this young woman that are normal and natural. As humans we rrrrequire rrrrelationships, and I’m very glad to see that you are making steps in that direction.”
“Doc, I’m seventy years older than she is, and not exactly ‘normal’ compared to other people,” Steve snapped, running a hand through his hair. “And on top of that, I’m still . . . .” he trailed off, not wanting to say it aloud, but Doctor R gave a patient smile.
“A virgin, yes. It’s not something to be ashamed of, Steve, and in your case, I don’t believe that your hibernation actually counts in terms of aging. You have the body and mindset of a young man. A young man from a different era, true, but certainly not that of an octogenarian. Believe me, I know!” she chuckled.
There was a moment of silence between them, and Steve gave a soft sigh of his own. “I need to tell her. It wouldn’t be right for this to go any further without her knowing.”
“I agree,” Doctor R nodded. “If you intend to pursue this rrrrelationship, then you must be honest with her.”
“Fury,” Steve murmured tonelessly. “I don’t want to have to ask permission, Doc. I have a right to my own damned life!”
“Yes, you do,” Doctor R agreed. “A fundamental right to your own happiness. If you will give me permission to talk to Nicholas, I will put in my rrrecommendations as soon as possible.”
Steve shot her a look of hope mingled with pragmatism. “You knew this was going to happen, didn’t you? That’s why he arranged these sessions with you. Not just because I needed to be brought up to speed on this decade, but because--”
“But because eventually you would need to start living,” Doctor R agreed. “Super soldier or not, you are a human being with needs like the rrrest of us. You have been alone for a very long time, Steve. I can’t promise that this rrrelationship will work out, but the fact that you are rrreaching out is wonderful.”
“What if—” he began hesitantly, but Doctor R patted his knee again, interrupting him.
“We will make a plan,” she told him pertly. “You are a soldier; you know about objectives and goals. Go home and wrrrite, Steve. List what you want and the best ways to accomplish them. Be very honest with yourself. Take as much time as you need to get the list exactly rrrright. I will talk to Nicholas, and meet with you on our rrregular day, yes?”
“But Lauren . . . I don’t know if I can face her yet,” Steve admitted, blushing again. “After kissing her like that . . .”
“You need a little time,” Doctor R agreed. “A few days, but no more than that.”
A soft chime broke in, and she looked up, noting the time with a start. “Oh! I’m sorry Steve but I have another appointment this morning.”
“That’s okay. Thanks so much for seeing me on short notice,” Steve told her, rising up. “I really appreciate it.”
“Not to worry!” Doctor R told him, giving him another hug. “You are doing very well, and I’m proud of you. Now go and make your list and think about what you will say to Lauren when you see her in a few days.”
Steve nodded and made his way out of the office, feeling lighter.
Author: Cincoflex
Fandom: Avengers 2012
Pairing: Steve Rogers/OC
Summary: Everyone on the team seems to have someone special except Steve, and that's about to change.
Author's Notes: This is for Lovellama who is not only a terrific beta, but also a romantic and generous person! Bonus points if you recognize the doctor.
He didn’t remember the ride back to his apartment. Steve drove on autopilot, his brain and body too caught up in tender turmoil for the mundane issues of rain and direction. By the time he parked in the garage and made his way to his apartment he was short of breath and shaking, stumbling into the dark entryway as he dropped his keys on the floor.
Steve pressed his back against the nearest wall, needing its support as he closed his eyes. His senses were on fire, still caught up in the physical ache for Lauren, and without a moment of hesitation, he yanked on his fly buttons, popping them open as he skimmed his palm along the iron ridge of his erection.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this stiff or desperate; probably back around the time Dillinger had been gunned down outside the Orpheum, when being fourteen meant being a living hard-on. Steve gave a sob of a laugh and stroked himself, swelling against his fingers and wishing they were Lauren’s. He tightened his grip, stroking the veiny shaft as he thought back over the last half hour, the images and scents coming in a rush that threatened to overwhelm him.
Lauren, soft and warm, curves pressing against him, hot and luscious, her perfume and the scent of her skin like sugar . . . kissing her, God, feeling her lips open under his and sliding his tongue into her mouth . . . . He groaned, fingers tightening as his cock swelled rampantly. Need coursed through Steve’s body; raw and undeniable need, driven on by memory and desire.
He wanted her. Naked, under him, clinging to him and giving herself to him, holding him, wanting him as much as he wanted her. Steve had never before let himself admit to lust this way; it seemed obscene, but here in the dark with the taste of Lauren in his mouth it was right and dangerous and perfect. This was what lay at the core, this primitive urge that lay buried in the heart of every man.
Steve stroked himself harder, slipping his other hand to cup his balls, his breathing erratic now, his hips rocking with every pump. Wild images flared in his mind of Lauren kissing his body, of her breasts bared to his touch and kisses. He wanted to touch her, to undress her himself and uncover those curves and hollows only briefly glimpsed until now. More than that, Steve gritted his teeth as he acknowledged he wanted to slide into her, drive himself deep until . . . until . . .
Hard spasms rocked his big frame, and the heavy sprays of thick hot semen splattered in heavy ribbons on the carpet, splashing across his slacks and boots as Steve groaned mindlessly. When the last pleasure-filled shudder died away he let his head fall back, knocking against the wall, gasping for breath. Steve let go of his softening prick and wiped his palm down one thigh, his mind blank.
He sat in the dark for nearly an hour, dozing a little, not thinking of anything. When he’d done that long enough, Steve got to his feet and showered, scrubbing himself under the scalding heat. He pulled on boxers and lay down, waiting until morning.
Doctor R agreed to see him first thing, and Steve made his way to her office, which overlooked Central Park. The weather had cleared, promising to be hot, but he didn’t notice as a receptionist waved him in. Doctor R came over and hugged him, her tiny size as always reminding him of a garden gnome.
“Steve, come in, come in,” she ordered softly. He did, making his way to the chair just off to the side of her desk, dropping himself into it bonelessly. Doctor R pulled up a low ottoman and sat herself, looking towards him with sympathetic patience, waiting for him to say something.
When he’d first come to see her it had taken a while for him to deal with her German accent; for him the war hadn’t ended yet. But she was understanding and patient, and now Steve hardly noticed it at all. She looked at him with her bright sparrow eyes, and he gave a sigh.
“The date,” he began, heavily. “I went to go hear Lauren sing.”
Doctor R gave a nod. “And was she good?”
Steve gave a faint smile. “She was great. A real crooner’s voice, actually. I recognized almost all the songs.”
“That was comforting then.”
“Yeah.” He looked around, not exactly avoiding her eye, but not quite ready to meet it either. “I took her home. It rained.”
Doctor R said nothing, perched on her little ottoman, gaze compassionate. Steve dropped his head into his hands, resting his elbows on his thighs.
“I kissed her. We both wanted it, Doc, but it was like . . .” he struggled for a moment, “like I was starving! Like I wasn’t kissing her but devouring her, her face, her lips, her tongue . . . I’ve never felt anything like that! I didn’t think I’d be able to stop. I didn’t want to stop . . .” he ran out of breath, shoulders shaking a little.
Doctor R reached over and lightly patted one of his knees, her touch gentle and firm. “That’s perfectly normal, Steve. You are a healthy and virile man with a working libido. Did she rrrrrrespond in kind?”
Steve blushed, the pink hue washing over his cheeks. “Ahhh, yeah. That was part of the problem. I don’t think she wanted to stop either.”
Doctor R considered this a moment, her eyes twinkling. “So. You and she have a mutual physical attraction between you. Biological chemistry.”
Steve nodded, shoulders slumping. “You could say that. I went home and . . .”
“Masturbated,” Doctor R prompted gently. “A verrrry good and healthy option. And now?”
“Now I think I’m going nuts,” Steve muttered. “Doc, I’ve never felt this way about anyone before! I loved Peggy, and I wanted her, but there was a war on, and we both had other duties, other obligations! I could put thoughts of Peggy aside because I had a job to do. But Lauren . . . she’s always in my head, Doc. I think about her when I’m not with her, I worry about her and Joe, I want her to be safe and happy and sometimes, like last night, I just want her . . .”
“And this is a wonderful thing,” Doctor R pointed out. “You are rrrrrejoining the world now, Steve. You have feelings for this young woman that are normal and natural. As humans we rrrrequire rrrrelationships, and I’m very glad to see that you are making steps in that direction.”
“Doc, I’m seventy years older than she is, and not exactly ‘normal’ compared to other people,” Steve snapped, running a hand through his hair. “And on top of that, I’m still . . . .” he trailed off, not wanting to say it aloud, but Doctor R gave a patient smile.
“A virgin, yes. It’s not something to be ashamed of, Steve, and in your case, I don’t believe that your hibernation actually counts in terms of aging. You have the body and mindset of a young man. A young man from a different era, true, but certainly not that of an octogenarian. Believe me, I know!” she chuckled.
There was a moment of silence between them, and Steve gave a soft sigh of his own. “I need to tell her. It wouldn’t be right for this to go any further without her knowing.”
“I agree,” Doctor R nodded. “If you intend to pursue this rrrrelationship, then you must be honest with her.”
“Fury,” Steve murmured tonelessly. “I don’t want to have to ask permission, Doc. I have a right to my own damned life!”
“Yes, you do,” Doctor R agreed. “A fundamental right to your own happiness. If you will give me permission to talk to Nicholas, I will put in my rrrecommendations as soon as possible.”
Steve shot her a look of hope mingled with pragmatism. “You knew this was going to happen, didn’t you? That’s why he arranged these sessions with you. Not just because I needed to be brought up to speed on this decade, but because--”
“But because eventually you would need to start living,” Doctor R agreed. “Super soldier or not, you are a human being with needs like the rrrest of us. You have been alone for a very long time, Steve. I can’t promise that this rrrelationship will work out, but the fact that you are rrreaching out is wonderful.”
“What if—” he began hesitantly, but Doctor R patted his knee again, interrupting him.
“We will make a plan,” she told him pertly. “You are a soldier; you know about objectives and goals. Go home and wrrrite, Steve. List what you want and the best ways to accomplish them. Be very honest with yourself. Take as much time as you need to get the list exactly rrrright. I will talk to Nicholas, and meet with you on our rrregular day, yes?”
“But Lauren . . . I don’t know if I can face her yet,” Steve admitted, blushing again. “After kissing her like that . . .”
“You need a little time,” Doctor R agreed. “A few days, but no more than that.”
A soft chime broke in, and she looked up, noting the time with a start. “Oh! I’m sorry Steve but I have another appointment this morning.”
“That’s okay. Thanks so much for seeing me on short notice,” Steve told her, rising up. “I really appreciate it.”
“Not to worry!” Doctor R told him, giving him another hug. “You are doing very well, and I’m proud of you. Now go and make your list and think about what you will say to Lauren when you see her in a few days.”
Steve nodded and made his way out of the office, feeling lighter.