Original-verse: November 2nd

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Halloween, like so many other things, was different now than when he'd been a kid. There were still adult parties and adults dressing up, but nowadays, it really seemed to be a holiday for children. He liked that, and liked seeing how traditions had changed, but how some things were the same. He'd carved a simple Jack o'Lantern to put outside his apartment door, and had handed out candy to the neighborhood kids. It was nice, and had felt normal, which he always appreciated. It had been a little strange, seeing so many kids dressed up as Avengers, including Captain America, but it was cute, and funny. (He liked the Hulk outfits best, but he was never telling Tony that, or Bruce, although for different reasons.)

But now, October was over, and November was moving in. There were still some colorful leaves clinging to the trees, and so far fall had been surprisingly mild. A few days with freezing rain, but not too bad. Currently he was sitting on the couch, sketching; just little comics, something he was slowly getting back into, mostly thanks to Rogue's encouragement. They'd been dating for four months now, and while he still felt like he had a lot to catch up on in the contemporary world (and wondered if maybe he always would feel that way), Rogue had played a large part in helping him feel more comfortable with the world around him, and himself.

Rogue was seated beside him, and on TV was an episode of I Love Lucy. She'd seen it before, but of course Steve hadn't, so it was fun experiencing it with her. There were some references he didn't quite understand, but it was great how many references he did get, and all the celebrities he recognized. It was one of the reasons he didn't really enjoy seeing newer movies; not just all the references to pop culture he didn't understand, but not knowing any of the actors. He hadn't even realized it was a thing, until he recognized someone for the first time and literally jumped off the couch and started pointing in excitement.

In the middle of Lucy getting herself into another predicament, and Steve sketching her with a vase stuck on her head, suddenly the Imperial March from Star Wars started playing. It was so incongruous, it took Steve a couple seconds to remember cell phone, ring tone - Fury. He huffed a laugh, even as he reached over to the side table beside the couch and grabbed his phone, squinting at the caller ID that did indeed notify him that Fury was calling.

Turning to press a quick kiss to Rogue's forehead, he moved his sketchbook and pencil aside and stood up, swiping his phone screen to answer the call.

"Hello, this is Steve."

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[on_ur_left]

Steve inhaled quickly, at the tone in her voice more than her actual words, lust shooting through him. "No, ma'am, sorry."

He quickly unbuttoned the pants and pulled the zipper down, running his hands back around her waist and under her ass, sliding his hands down her legs to pull pants and underwear both down at once. It only took a few seconds to tug them the rest of the way off, and then Steve had to stop for just a second, even if it got him reprimanded, to admire how amazing she looked sprawled out, completely naked on his bed. It wasn't that he'd never seen her like this before (although quite frequently they couldn't wait to get through undressing completely before sex, so it was less common than you'd expect), but he thought he'd never get tired of seeing her like this.

Running his hands back up her legs, Steve pressed a kiss to the inside of her knee, his hand hooking underneath and drawing it out, spreading her legs as he settled closer. He started placing open-mouthed kisses along the inside of her thigh, always going higher, his end goal obvious.

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Rogue didn't even think to reprimand him when he paused, because how could she think of anything at all when he was looking at her like that? Normally, being the only one naked would leave her feeling somewhat exposed, even a little uncomfortable, but in this instance, it sent another thrill through her. His focus was on her, but it was so clear that he was finding a great deal of pleasure in doing this for her, and that was something that fanned the already burning fire within her.

She had to bite her lip to keep the words in as he started the agonizingly slow path to where she wanted him to be. Please, Steve. I can't take it anymore, please. But when he was almost there, just inches away, another whimper tore its way out of her, and she squirmed noticeably, trying to get even closer to him. He would be able to tell quite easily just how much she wanted this.

[on_ur_left]

Steve couldn't quite suppress his pleased smile at the sound of her whimper, but was secure in knowing Rogue wouldn't be able to see it from this angle. Normally he wasn't so calm when they were about to have sex - and even now, he could feel his cock throbbing in time with his heartbeat, still confined in his jeans. But whether it was the fact he was focused so intently on her pleasure, or something to do with her ordering him around, or maybe even a combination of the two, Steve registered his desire, but didn't feel a great need to satisfy it. He knew that would come later; right now, all he was supposed to do, all he wanted to do, was pleasure Rogue.

Moving one hand under her thigh, holding her legs open, he stretched a thumb until he could run it along her slit, already slick with moisture from her arousal, at the same time he moved his mouth one final time, pressing it over her clit and pressing his tongue against it.

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That combination of sudden sensation pulled a gasping cry from Rogue's throat, her head tilting back as her fingers clutched at the blanket under her. He'd barely done anything at all and already she felt like a molten puddle. Lifting her head just a little so she could get a glimpse of him, she almost lost it right then.

Lord, that was a sight she'd never forget. The man she loved making one of her fantasies come true.

[on_ur_left]

Steve was paying attention to every shift of Rogue's body, and when her head came up, he was watching her face. Keeping his eyes fixed on her for a moment, Steve sucked on the nub in his mouth, before pulling back and beginning to lick, his tongue moving lower with each pass, pressing against her outer lips that he'd noted were sensitive in previous foreplay.

Using his thumb still pressed against her, Steve pulled her folds back and pressed his tongue inside, her unadulterated taste exploding in his mouth.

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When he looked at her like that, when she could see those beautiful blue eyes and then he... Oh lord, he was going to be the death of her. The most enjoyable death known to any woman.

Rogue could feel that pressure building up in her, each delicious touch adding to the fire that had her squirming in his grasp, both trying to get closer to him and move away. Because everything he was making her feel was too much and nowhere near enough, and the sounds falling from her lips were enough to tell him so. Whimpers and moans accompanied each breath, and she was losing the ability to tell what exactly he was doing down there other than making her feel amazing.

"Steve..." His name was like a prayer, offered up as a plea and a promise. "Don't stop, please."

[on_ur_left]

Steve had to shift his grip, to keep Rogue from moving away from him as she started moving around more, restless motions that he was very familiar with. He would normally have told her that of course he wasn't going to stop - but his mouth was otherwise occupied, after all. Her plea made him redouble his efforts, though, pulling her body closer to him and pressing his lips and tongue harder against her.

The sounds coming from Rogue were wreaking havoc on his concentration, but he was determined to do this right. Holding her down so she didn't buck against him at the wrong time, and applying just a little pressure, Steve let his upper teeth scrape lightly against her clit.

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This was perhaps the only circumstance in which Rogue actually enjoyed being confined in any way. Feeling his arms pressing against her, knowing that he was doing it to keep her safe and prolong her enjoyment, just sent a thrill through her rather than sparking fear.

She was trembling almost violently as he strengthened his efforts, each swipe of his tongue sending her closer to the edge. There were tears in her eyes now, because it was perfect and everything she had hoped it would be, and there was so much to feel. And then he used his teeth in just the right way and she stiffened, a strangled gasp coming out of her.

"Oh, lord," she breathed, reaching down with one hand to find his arm that held her, clutching at his as she clutched at the blanket. "Steve. Steve, please, I can't-- Please, please--" She was begging, the words tumbling out hurriedly as she pleaded with him not to stop, but to give her more, to end her sweet suffering and hold her while she fell apart.

[on_ur_left]

There was a very brief instant, where Steve heard 'please, I can't' and almost froze - before he realized what she was actually saying, and it spurred him into redoubling his efforts. He shut his eyes, listening to Rogue, feeling her movements and waiting for that moment when she broke apart from pleasure. But he couldn't keep watching her; it was difficult enough hearing the sounds she was making and still trying to ignore his own lust.

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He didn't have to wait long.

Another few long seconds at the mercy of his delightful ministrations and she was lost, her muscles tightening and body shuddering as the orgasm crashed through her. She could barely breathe through the pleasure that he'd given her, and if she could feel her hands, they could have been aching for how firmly she was trying to hold on.

As the shaking eased into a lingering tremble and her muscles loosened, so too did her tears, and she couldn't even think straight enough to notice just how ridiculous it was for her to be crying at that moment.

[on_ur_left]

Steve didn't let up as he felt Rogue's orgasm overtake her, could feel her inner muscles spasming as he continued to press his tongue inside her. When he felt a sudden, sharp pain in his arm, he pulled back and saw that where Rogue had been holding on earlier, she'd actually dug her nails in hard enough to break the skin. Steve clenched his jaw, because he really should not find that as hot as he did. Now he understood why Rogue wasn't more upset any time he accidentally left bruises on her.

Pulling back, a smile already starting as he got ready to tease her for it, Steve's face crumpled as he realized Rogue was crying. His expression grew panicked as he gently but quickly untangled himself from her legs, moving up to lay beside her. He hesitated slightly before touching her; he wasn't sure why she was crying, so he didn't know if his touch would be wanted or not. But he couldn't not offer, either, so he carefully placed a hand on Rogue's cheek, brushing at the tear track on her face. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?"

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Rogue didn't notice at all that she'd broken the skin with her nails, and she would have taken the teasing with only a little mortification at how completely she'd lost it. It was his fault, though, she would have pointed out.

She didn't get the chance, of course. One moment she was drifting on the residual waves of the intense pleasure he'd given her, and the next a panicked Steve was hovering beside her. "Nothing," she told him with a slight shake of her head, her voice a little raspy from the strain of holding back a sob. Because wasn't that convincing?

"Nothing's wrong. Steve, that was perfect," she reassured him, pressing a hand over his for a moment before turning to curl up against him, hiding her face against his neck.

[on_ur_left]

Rogue curled against him, and Steve's face crumpled in confusion, but he wasn't on the edge of panic anymore. She didn't sound upset, and he trusted Rogue to tell him if something were wrong, or at the very least she'd tell him she couldn't say; but she'd never outright lie to him about something, not like this.

"O-okay," he stuttered slightly, sliding his hand along her cheek and back to cup her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. Taking a slow breath, he said a little more firmly, "Okay. I'm glad it was perfect." He hoped she really meant it - because he planned on doing this any chance she let him.

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Rogue was beginning to finally realize that she wasn't handling this very well. Of course he was worried; he'd just performed an amazing, intimate act on her and she was crying. Anyone in their right mind would worry, and think that she was out of hers.

"I'm sorry, honey," she murmured, slipping her arms around him as best she could. "I didn't mean to... It was just kinda overwhelming. I've wanted to know what that felt like for so long and I just--" And then the tears were back and she was fully, properly crying. "Thank you, Steve. Thank you so much."

[on_ur_left]

"Shhh," Steve hushed her gently, wrapping his other arm around her and soothing down her back, now that he knew he hadn't triggered something with her and it was safe to touch, to comfort. "I'm gonna be honest," he murmured, thankful that she had her head tucked against him and couldn't see the rising blush on his face. "I feel kinda silly saying you're welcome, especially because I've been wanting to do that for...well, a while."

He may sometimes be an idiot when it came to some of the intricacies of a relationship, but he realized it wouldn't be that flattering if he told her he'd fantasized about doing that to any woman, long before he'd met her. Technically speaking, he'd been fantasizing about it long before she'd even been born.

Rogue's sudden crying, and his panic in not knowing the problem, had put a significant damper on his arousal, but remembering how much he'd wanted to try going south on a woman, from the stories he'd heard back in the 30s, made Steve's cock twitch with sudden renewed interest. He winced at the almost painful burst of arousal, and couldn't help shifting a little, pulling his groin away from Rogue and her body heat.

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She loved having his arms wrapped around her. It felt a little strange at the moment, since she was completely naked and he was not, but she did her best to push aside those old instincts to cover up.

It would have been hard to miss why he shifted a bit away from her. Pulling in a deep breath and holding it, she forced herself to calm down so the tears would at least slow down. "I've fantasized about that for years, sugar, and you made it happen for me," she explained quietly, tilting her head to press a kiss to his jaw. "I have to thank you, just like I have to feel honored that I was the one to help make that fantasy come true for you."

Another kiss to his jaw, and then one to those lips that had done such amazing things just moments ago. She could taste herself on him, and it had her shifting her body across the gap he'd made to press against as much of him as she could.

[on_ur_left]

Steve shrugged, as best he could with his arms wrapped around Rogue. He moved his head to kiss her better, and when she pressed against him, Steve groaned. His hands started moving, stroking over her body; he loved touching her, but whether from her own insecurities or just haste, they almost never managed to get completely undressed before sex. It was nice - more than nice - to be able to touch her without fabric impeding his motions.

Steve pulled away from Rogue's mouth just far enough to murmur, "Not to sound like a cad, or anything, but-- I don't s'pose you could-- thank me, a little more?" He pressed himself harder against her, shameless at the moment.