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Make a Move

MAKE A MOVE

Here's the thing: this person is completely, totally, absolutely into you. You're into them, admit it or not. And the icing on the cake? This, right now, is the moment. Whether there's romance in the air on a perfect date or it's an uncomfortably inappropriate time and place, you know there will never be an opportunity like this again. There's sparks. There's a connection. They're giving you A Look that melts your heart.

All you have to do is make a move.

You can do that, right?

...right? You're not too stubborn or too shy to do so, are you? This is your shot! But -

wait. Oh no. Are you the kind of idiot who can't take a hint even if there are blaring neon arrows pointing you in the right direction? Hopefully, fingers crossed, you aren't. Because, like we said, you have to seize this once in a lifetime opportunity.

No one likes to have to kick themselves down the road for not taking a chance, after all.

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[Four words. There were four words that came out of her mouth before she could even think.]

I think you're wonderful.

...But that's... not really what you were asking.

[There. Now she could actually address his worries. Now that her brain was working instead of parroting 'he's fantastic, why is he worried?'

She gathered herself up until she was kneeling, reached out, and she stroked his cheeks, his shoulders, she gathered up his hands, and this time, she was the one who kissed his fingers, kissed his knuckles, and then smoothed over them with her thumbs.]

Steve, I like you as you are. I would like you if you were as you were. I think you're extremely attractive, and to be absolutely, embarrassingly honest, I've wondered how you'd feel inside me since I felt you pressed against me.

[And she was blushing brightly to say it, but it didn't stop her.]

I think that you being noticeably attracted to me is very flattering, and I want to see you. Every inch of you. Those inches included. And I want to touch you, and see you feel like you made me feel. I won't be disappointed, no matter what - because no matter what, it's you.

[It was really hard to stay nervous in the face of that. She was so damn earnest, and stunning, and really, what kind of a mook would he be to let a gorgeous girl sit there naked in front of him and not return the favor.

If he could call it that. God, he was overthinking it again.

Nodding, he drew her hands towards him so he could kiss hers, leaning in to steal a quick one off her lips before he took his hands back.]

You're right. Besides, it's, ah, kind of only fair. And I do want to-- well, hell, Kara. I want you.

[They were sort of scrunched up near the end of the mattress, but he got up on his knees, reaching for the waistband and watching her face this time as he moved to lower the trunks. There was a moment where he had to lift and pull because he was worried about his cock whacking back up, but he got them down to his knees, then shuffled them off. Then he sort of... slowly lowered back down until he was sitting on his knees, watching her and waiting.]

[There was a definite anticipation in her eyes as she watched. Because she did watch, glancing up to his face now and then to give him a smile of encouragement. But then, once he was revealed in all his glory (because oh yes, that was glory), she stared.

She'd seen pictures. Videos. Even illustrations. She was educated. She knew what a penis would look like. But that was all theoretical.

This? Was definitely practical.

Her hand flexed, wanting to touch him, but she knew she should ask first. That was what stopped her.

It didn't stop her from catching her lower lip between her teeth, and then licking it because...

Wow.]

Oh, Steve...

[That was definitely not a disappointed tone to her voice. Definitely not.]

[He could live with an 'oh Steve'. It was better than an 'ew' or a 'what the hell is that?' That was good. They would work with that.

He reached towards her, finding one of her hands and bringing it over so he could kiss at her palm.]

I don't think I've ever been turned on by a look before.

You are...

[She scooted nearer. Of course, that was making the air mattress do ridiculous things behind her, but she didn't care. She wanted to be nearer to him, to wrap an arm around his waist and nestle herself against his side. So much skin. So much, and it felt so nice. But that was distracting her from what she was going to say. So even though her palm was being kissed (and wow, wasn't that an amazing sensation), she cleared her throat and tried again.]

You are definitely no longer allowed to be in a nude Avengers calendar if they ever do anything like that because I'm selfish and I don't want to share the sight of you like this with anyone else.

[The comment was so ridiculous and out of nowhere, he paused with his lips on her hand, then laughed against it, giving it a light bite.]

Is that so? Well, if the idea ever comes across the table, I'll be sure to tell them my permission's been revoked.

A nude calendar? Really?

[He laughed, pulling her in against him as he started to kneel-walk up the mattress to keep it from flipping over on them.]

I hope you realize that goes both ways, Ms. Zor-El.

I'm pretty sure there won't be any nude calendars at CatCo or the DEO. ...Or a Kryptonian nude calendar. It would just be me and my cousin for that, and that would be incredibly weird.

[But she was giggling as she edged with him up into the middle of the mattress, where everything seemed to settle in the right way. Which made things better. Easier to hold on to him and kiss his jaw.

And then his neck.]

I think I'll be very happy to keep this between us.

Good. Because I think I'd like to keep you naked as a private thing. Just for me.

[He set them down on their knees, moving to pull her into his lap before he realized the logistics of that. Aha. His hands went to her hips instead, sliding down to knead at her thighs.]

Is there anything... maybe you'd like me to do?

[Hold still? Lie back and think of Engl-- No, definitely not.]

Did you just almost put me in your lap?

[Because, honestly?]

Do you still want me there?

I... kind of just wanted you closer. Because I'd really like to kiss you again. A lot.

Then please do.

[Oh yes, yes, please do. She lifted her arms to wrap them around his shoulders and leaned in to do just what he wanted - because it was what she wanted, too. And if it made her slide one of her knees between his, well, that was in the name of getting closer. Bringing herself in contact with him was a side benefit.]

[It was getting easier to just wind his arms around her now, to pull her in close and-- hell. He'd almost forgotten she was nude. Well, not like that, but the feel of her naked chest on his was... wow. The kiss went from a kiss to a kiss, Steve letting a little of that hunger slip free as he nipped at her lip, tongue delving in to play with hers.]

[She made a soft, pleased sound against his mouth. She wasn't necessarily getting used to these kisses, but they were getting less shocking and more... more something she needed, wanted, wasn't prepared to give up. Already, Kara had admitted to being selfish. It looked like she was going to have to admit to being greedy. This was amazing and she kept wanting more.

They were skin to skin, and she could feel her nipples pressing into his chest, his thigh between hers. She opened her mouth for his tongue and met it eagerly, if unpracticed. She didn't want to stop. Wherever this led, that was what she wanted. And maybe, somewhere in all of it, she was a little demanding, a little pushy, following instinct and her body's wishes. She wanted him everywhere.]

[When it came to this, it seemed Steve was happy to follow orders. He was trying not to be so demanding himself, if only because it was just in his nature to let women make the call in... well, a lot of things. But in this, especially with it being so many firsts for both of them, he wanted her to be the one to make the calls. He couldn't think of anything he'd say no to (fragile little angel that he was), but he could say no if something passed his boundaries. So far, though, nothing had.

All he could do was just want more.]

[Her hands wandered. She stroked his neck, played with his hair, smoothed apologetically over the bruises she'd left (absently wondered if they'd already healed). But then she let her hands slip down, beneath his arms, to his back, to his sides, thumbs tracing the edges of his abs, up to his pecs. Around again, and in one smooth move down his back, following that curve she admired.

He was so good to touch, easy to explore. It might not have been an intended consequence of the serum, but it left her wondering if someone, at any point along the line, had thought about it.

She kind of hoped they hadn't. This was too good to have been considered so clinically by military science.]

[He hadn't had a chance to ask anyone about that. The only people that had seen him had generally been medical personnel, outside of the initial change. There'd certainly been a look from Peggy, but... well. That was a lifetime or two ago, and she'd lived hers without him.

He had an amazing woman in a private little cave in a private little island all to himself. Someone who was competent and who was interested in him and all his awkwardness. And who seemed to really like touching him -- which was only fair since his hands couldn't stop finding places on her he liked best.]

[Sips of air had kept her going so far, but eventually, she actually had to take a breath. A breath that was more of a few moments to pant for air while she looked at him, smiling, and saw that his lips were just slightly swollen from all of the attention.

Hers, she thought, must be, too. She liked the thought.

But there was something else on her mind. Something her eyes flicked a glance toward before she looked up at him again and asked--]

Can I touch you?

Isn't that what you've been doi--

[The specifics of what she was asking filtered in past the haze of pleasure and he felt the pink warm his cheeks.]

Oh. Yes. Please. I'd... Yes, please.

[She kissed his cheek. And then--

Then she watched her own hand slide down from his side to his hip, her fingers trailing across his skin until she was wrapping them, slow and gentle, around his cock.

The skin was softer than she expected, and hotter. And yet, beneath it, she could feel the hard muscle. It was unlike anything she'd ever touched before, and she was quickly discovering that she had a lot to learn - and she wanted every single lesson.]

Oh. That feels so...

[He was trying to watch, but if he thought that the touch of her hand on him over his trunks was amazing, the feel of him against his bare skin was... yeah. He throbbed in her grip, cock twitching a little as he flexed without thinking about it, a small noise leaving him as his hand moved up into her hair.]

You-- are going to drive me crazy, Kara.

It's soft and hard and hot at the same time. It's amazing.

[She looked up at him, smiling in wonder before she leaned up to kiss him, her hand giving him a slow stroke as she did. She did want him inside her, but she wanted to touch him first, and hear him make those noises he'd coaxed out of her.]

[He was already halfway to making those noises, breathy little groans leaving him before her mouth covered his. And because she was making him feel so... electrically pleasured, he felt it only fair to do the same. So as she stroked him, his free hand would come up to cup one of her breasts, kneading lightly.

She had amazing breasts. Had he said that? It bore repeating.]

[She couldn't keep herself from moaning - and then from breaking the kiss to steal a breath.]

You can touch me, too. If you want to.

[She'd not told him that yet, had she? Well, at least she had now. Quite the thing to overlook.]

God, yes, I want to.

[His hands were everywhere on her, her shoulders, her breasts, down to her hips. One went around to her ass, which he'd decided he very much liked. In the suit. In the bikini. And all by itself. It was a very nice ass.]

[The attention to her ass, to her breasts, to so much of her skin... Her hips moved toward him, instinct leading the way - and the fact that it happened to press her wetness against his leg was coincidence. A coincidence she liked, though, and repeated without thinking as her hand stroked him in time.]

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