Steve itched to leave the briefing. It was impossible to concentrate, and for once, he thanked his lucky stars for his eidetic memory which gave him perfect recall as he could no more focus on Fury and his briefing then he could stop thinking about Lily.
He’d come on too strong. He knew it. Lily was hurting, and he’d been laying down innuendos and comments of an inappropriate nature. She didn’t need that from him. Not now. She needed comfort, support, and care — not grabby hands.
But she liked grabby hands. Steve tried hard to ignore the inner voice which reminded him of how genuine and uncertain she’d sounded permitting him to touch her wings; how hope and longing had filled her voice. But he’d wanted no misunderstandings and asked for clarification because he genuinely didn’t want to overstep her boundaries. Was touching a woman’s wings like grabbing her ass? How was he supposed to know without asking?
Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC | Word Count: 6274 Warnings: fluff, kind of smexy, angst, death of her mother, cheating ex
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Natasha jogged the last few steps and breathed out in relief. “Well, shit. No wonder Lily has an ass you could bounce a quarter off. Eight flights of stairs, no elevator. Grocery day must suck balls.”
“Jeez, Nat. And Steve bitches about my mouth,” Bucky chuckled. “And I don’t think ogling Lily’s ass will win you any points with him. I haven’t seen him get that doe-eyed, sappy smile, squinchy face since Peggy.”
“Yeah?” she smirked, sauntering down the hall.
“Oh, yeah. Steve’s sweet on her alright. Course, he won’t do anything about it until this shit with her ex is sorted, and her mom taken care of. The punk’s got too much honour for that.”
“I am aware,” Nat sighed. “You think if we gave him enough of Thor’s hooch he’d drop the act and pin her to the wall?”
Bucky burst out laughing. “Maybe. You sure seem to like her.”
“It’s weird, but I really do. I was ready to be suspicious and guarded but something about her…” She shook her head, unable to explain it.
First off, how dare you give me a new kink I didn’t know about; touching her feathers. Sign me the fuck up when he helps clean her wings. Yes ma’am.
Secondly, Lily’s ex is a douche and I have a really bad feeling about him. Thank you Nat, I mean Bambi, for telling -and showing- him exactly how we all feel.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC | Word Count: 3230 Warnings: Angst. Language. Fluff
The others were already waiting when they arrived in the room most frequented by them all.
Lily hadn’t said a word on the ride down in the elevator, only chewed nervously on her lip. Steve was glad it was a short ride for if she’d kept that up, she would have bloodied it. Every so often she quivered, nerves and fear a potent mix, causing the hair on his neck to stand up as his own battle-honed instincts itched. There was no danger, but that didn’t stop him from feeling twitchy thanks to her nerves.
He took her hand as her shaking intensified, and led her through the sea of weights and workout equipment toward the floor of mats, giving her ample free space. The memory of those giant wings prominent in his mind. Once they reached the center, he turned to face her, but when the others made to close in, he waved them back.
“Steve…” Her breath hitched wildly. “I can’t do this.”
“Yes, you can.” He cupped her face and ran his thumbs over her pale cheeks.
“No… no, I…” Panic made her breathing shallow.
“Look at me, Lily.” Command laced his voice, forcing ice blue eyes, paled nearly to silver, to latch with his. “No one is going to hurt you. I give you my word. Trust me.”
Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC | Word Count: 3945 Warnings: Lots of angst, emotional pain, soft Steve
Lily woke slowly and stretched her arms out, expecting to encounter Michael’s warm body. When she found only an empty bed, the night before came rushing back with a clarity which had her eyes snapping open. She thrust her fist against her mouth to stifle her sob, unable to stop the tears from shaking her small frame.
Mom… The pain was so sharp and fresh it hurt to breathe let alone cry. But grief would need to wait until she figured out where the heck she was.
An unfamiliar room greeted her when she managed to catch her breath. Then her eyes landed on the man sleeping propped on his fist in the corner. Her body seized as her mind whirled with the consequences disregarding secret would now have.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC | Word Count: 2614 Warnings: Angst. Language
Tears streamed down her face, ribbons of sorrow, showcasing her broken heart as Lily Tangela opened the door to the apartment she shared with her boyfriend, Michael. She had received the worst possible news tonight and needed the comfort only he could provide.
Her mother, her beautiful, sweet, wonderful mother had died. The cancer she’d been fighting for years had finally taken her life in a long-awaited, yet still much too sudden way.
The news had come only an hour into her shift, seeing her breaking down in her Captain’s office. A new officer for NYPD, Lily was just settling into her career, hadn’t yet been assigned a partner, and now with this tragedy, she was being told to take whatever time she needed to grieve and bury her mother. It was the worst thing that could have happened.
Her sob was soft as she pushed open the door and stumbled to a stop. The table before the window was set for two. Candles glowed. A wine glass, one of a pair, had a smear of ridiculously red lipstick on the rim.
It was eleven o’clock at night, and Lily was supposed to be working the graveyard shift.
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