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“Oh, my gosh… Stevie?!” The tall, broad-shouldered figure turned at the sound of his name, as I stared. “Stevie Rogers? From Brooklyn? Is that really you?”
His impossibly blue eyes scanned around and then landed on me, taking a half second before recognition hit. “Nancy O’Keefe?”
I grinned, still staring at this wall of muscle who was a full foot taller and broader than I remembered. “What happened to you?!”
He grinned back. “Long story.”
“It must be! Holy smokes…” I looked him up and down. “I almost didn’t recognize you.”
“Honestly, you’re the first person who has. But I haven’t seen anyone else from the old neighborhood, either.”
I laughed. “I’d recognize those baby blues anywhere,” I said warmly. The faintest hint of pink spread over his cheeks as his eyes went a little bashful and I thought I might melt into my shoes right there in the dirt road of the camp between the barracks and the infirmary.
“So, um,” he started, “you’re USO, too?”
I nodded. “Heading out tomorrow. You?”
“A few more days here.” He looked around, a little nervously, “Umm… I was just heading to the mess tent, and uh, it’d be nice to catch up with someone from home…”
I smiled up at him warmly. “That sounds lovely.” I took his arm and tugged him back into motion.
“Nancy!” I looked back over my shoulder to see Betsy, one of the dancing girls from my company trotting up the path after me. “Nance, Patty can’t go on, her stomach turned over right in the dressing room, we need you to do her number! Like 5 minutes ago!”
“You’re pulling my leg, Betsy!”
“Nance, come on, you’re the only one who knows Patty’s number and Ralph is already in a tizzy.”
I groaned. “Okay, Bets, okay… tell him I’m on my way.” I looked up at the man beside me, giving his arm a little squeeze. “Come watch me make a fool of myself, Steve. We can grab dinner after? I don’t wanna miss the chance to catch up.”
He smiled. “Sure, Nancy.” I gave his arm another squeeze and took off after Betsy.
The dressing room was even more hectic than usual, and it was an absolute flurry of activity that swept into action as I walked in. Getting me in Patty’s dress was a lost cause, so they picked a different dress I could nearly fit in while a couple of the girls slapped makeup on me. I caught a look at myself in the mirror as they shoved me out the door. It looked like I was going to bust the seam in my skirt, and one wrong move might turn this number into a titty show. The boys were gonna go wild.
I took three deep breaths, and then I put on my best sultry smile and walked out on stage.
The red satin number they had squeezed me into had the expected effect and the avalanche of whoops and wolf whistles nearly bowled me over as I came up to the microphone stand.
I affected a low chuckle. “Well, good evening to you gentlemen, too. Hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.”
“Worth it!” Came a voice from the crowd to some more whoops and an answer of, “Only if her tits fall out!” to some more catcalling.
“Boys, boys, simmer down.” I was putting on my best Mae West purr, leaning forward a bit, popping a hip out. “Don’t worry, you’ll get a show.” I looked over at the pianist on his upright. “Slide it down a step for me would ya, Charlie?” I glanced back at the crowd, my voice conspiratorial even though I was still speaking into the mic. “Didn’t get a chance to warm up my pipes for these eager fellas.” I gave them a wink. The raucous laughter that came back was exactly what I needed to hear as Charlie struck up the music. “This one’s to show you boys how much I appreciate you waiting for me. Just love a man who isn’t in a hurry.”
A guy what takes his time
I'll go for any time
I'm a fast movin' gal I'd like some slow
Got no needs for fancy drivin' when I see a guy arrivin' in love
I'd be satisfied, electrified I know a guy what takes his time
A hurry up affair, I always give the air,
Wouldn't give any rushin' gent a smile
I could go for any swinger who would contemplate to linger awhile
A lullaby would be supplied to have a guy what takes his time
A guy what takes his time
I'd go for any time
A hasty job really spoils a master's touch
I don't like a big commotion, I'm a demon for slow motion or such
Why should I deny that I would die to know a guy what takes his time
There isn't any fun
In getting something done
If you’re rushed when you have to make the grade
I can spot an amateur, appreciate a connoisseur at his trade
Who would qualify, no alibi to be the guy what takes his time
I rocked my hips and shimmied and played the crowd as they practically drooled.
There isn't any fun
In getting something done
If you’re rushed when you have to make the grade
I can spot an amateur, appreciate a connoisseur at his trade
Who would qualify, no alibi to be the guy what takes his time
They fell apart, whooping and hollering and whistling like a bunch of animals. Then I saw Steve at the back of the crowd, his face cherry red, even from so far away. I hadn’t thought about it when I’d asked Steve to come watch, but the reason I was the only other performer who knew Patty’s number was because the next song was the one I’d auditioned with for the company. It was one of my favorite songs and I’d sung for them that day. I ended up an understudy. And now I was going to sing it for the man it always made me think of. I suddenly wanted to sink right through the stage. Or combust where I stood.
But , I thought as Ralph cleared his throat loudly from backstage, the show must go on.
“But, I just know that one, special guy would want to take his time with me.” I glanced back at Charlie and he nodded, striking up the tune, slow, rolling, lilting melancholy as I took a deep breath and settled into the music.
There's a saying old, says that love is blind
Still we're often told, seek and ye shall find
So I'm going to seek a certain lad I've had in mind
Looking everywhere, haven't found him yet
He's the big affair I cannot forget
Only man I ever think of with regret
I'd like to add his initial to my monogram
Tell me, where is the shepherd for this lost lamb?
There's a somebody I'm longin' to see
I hope that he turns out to be
Someone who'll watch over me
I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood
I know I could always be good
To one who'll watch over me
Although he may not be
The man some girls think of as handsome
To my heart, he carries the key
Won't you tell him please to put on some speed
Follow my lead, oh, how I need
Someone to watch over me
The quiet they’d fallen into was like reverence, but the only eyes I cared about were at the back, wide and bluer than the ocean or the sky. Maybe the one physical part of him that hadn’t changed. I wondered, hoped, that he was still the most honest, brave boy I’d ever known. That he was still good and whatever they, whoever they were, had done to make him this hadn’t changed him. Though, if he was still the same Stevie, he’d never guess I was singing just for him. He never did.
Although he may not be
The man some girls think of as handsome
To my heart, he carries the key
Won't you tell him please to put on some speed
Follow my lead, oh, how I need
Someone to watch over me
The crowd looked absolutely melted into their boots as I smiled and waved goodnight and walked offstage. Back in the dressing room, they peeled the dress off me, chatting and tittering as I wiped away the majority of the stage makeup. When I came out of the costume tent, Steve was waiting for me.
“That was an amazing show, Nancy. I can’t believe you’re an understudy.”
I shrugged. “You would if you ever saw Patty do that set.”
“I doubt it.” Something in his earnest answer made my face go hot. “What’s the real story?”
I smirked. “Oh, the usual. Some women just want it more. And I had a fella at the time I wasn’t too keen to cheat on.”
“Oh,” he said. He’d been about to offer me his arm again and let it back down.
“Had,” I said, taking his arm anyway. “Turns out he didn’t have the same qualms.”
“Sorry to hear that.”
“Don’t be.” I chuckled, “He never could take his time.” I loved how his ears went pink as he figured out the innuendo.
Soon we were sitting side by side in the mess tent with whatever they were passing off as chicken pot pie. We caught each other up on the letters we’d gotten from home, how everyone was doing. Who else we knew of that enlisted or got drafted. Work gossip. He asked about my family. I had been at his mother’s funeral, so I asked about the Barnes family. It felt so nice to talk about home with someone from home, and he seemed to feel the same. We’d sat there for hours and the mess hall was closing soon, the cooks starting to give us dirty looks.
“I’m so happy we ran into each other, Steve.”
“Me, too, Nancy,” he replied warmly.
“I kinda don’t wanna call it a night. You up for a nightcap?”
He looked at me as though surprised, but then he smiled. “Sure, Nance. I’m game.”
We walked out of the mess tent and Steve steered us toward the rec tent. I stopped him. “Come on. I got something way better.” I winked. “A little gift from home.” I gave him a little tug and a conspiratorial whisper. “They water everything down anyway.” He followed my lead for a minute, and then I stopped. “Actually, I don’t need my roommates talking about me dragging Captain America around. Meet me in the costuming tent in 20 minutes, okay?”
“Uh, okay.”
In exactly 20 minutes I was reaching my hand out the front of the tent to drag him inside. “C’mon.” I led him back behind the clothes racks where there was a veritable nest built of stage curtains and soft props.
He looked around nervously. “Are we supposed to be in here?”
I laughed. “Yeah, it’s fine. We all have an understanding. Sometimes we take naps back here between sets, and sometimes we come back here when we just need a little privacy or quiet. I feel lucky it was open, those boys today were intense. ”
I settled on the floor, kicked my shoes to the side, crossed my ankles in front of me and reached over for a box. “My brother sent me this a while back and I’ve been saving it. Well, most of it.” I looked at him, still standing and looking nervous. “What’s wrong, Stevie?”
“Nothing.” He said it a little too quickly, taking off his boots and sitting down beside me.
I pulled a bottle from the box. “Straight from the homeland.” I winked, cracking the bottle of Irish whiskey and taking a swig before offering it to him.
“No glass, Nance?” he smirked.
“Nah. What’s a bottle between old friends?”
He took the bottle and swigged from it. “To old friends, then.”
I took it back. “To old friends.” I took another belt. “So I told you about my poor love life. What about you, Stevie? You got a girl back home?”
He laughed. “You knew me back then. No girl was into scrawny, sickly Steve Rogers.”
I all but dropped the bottle. “Steven Grant Rogers, do not tell me that. I’ve had a crush on you since third grade.” His eyes snapped to mine, shock plain on his face. “The day Charlie Johnson beat you senseless for trying to stop him taking my little brother Jack’s paper money.”
He barked out a laugh. “You’re pulling my leg.”
I turned fully toward him, tucking my legs to the side. “Steve, you’ve always been the tops to me. And, the bravest man I’ve ever known.” My gaze burned into him until he flushed fully cherry red. “If no woman ever saw that back in Brooklyn, they were absolute dunces and blind too.”
He blinked at me, utterly bewildered. “Nancy… I… I never knew.”
I felt deflated. “How… Steve… all those times you were at the dance hall with Bucky Barnes and I asked you to dance?”
“I thought you just felt bad for me, Nance… I didn’t think-”
I fisted my hand in the front of his jacket and crashed my mouth on his in a bruising kiss. “Do you think that was pity, too, Stevie?” I breathed against his lips.
His eyes looked as wide and shocked as if I’d rabbit punched him rather than kissed him. “I guess not.”
I pressed my lips to his again, gentle but urgent, needing him somehow to understand that I wasn’t leading him on, that I had always had feelings for him. Not just this fit him, but him. As my lips moved against his, my hand loosened and splayed over the firmness of his chest. After a moment he relaxed and started to kiss me back, and I sighed against his lips, as soft and lush as I’d always imagined. “I’ve always wanted you, Stevie.”
He panted against my lips. “Nancy, I… I’ve never…”
My hand stroked up his chest to his collar, fingertips grazing the hollow at the base of his throat. “It’s okay, Stevie. Do you want to?”
“Want to?” he pulled back a little to look at me. His eyes met mine and got impossibly wide as he realized what I was saying. “Nance, I, uh…”
“I just think, if it were my first time, it’d be nice to know it was with someone who cared, even without all this,” I waved vaguely at his whole torso, “ya know? Not just some floozy dancing girl notching a ‘CA’ in her lipstick case.” I rested my hand on his.
I looked down at our hands because I couldn’t look in his eyes anymore. “Steve, I know I’m not ever gonna be the one for you. Maybe I won’t ever see you again after this. But, if you have a chance to have a first time with someone, not knowing if we’re even gonna live another day in this crazy mess… I’m not trying to be pushy, but if you wanted… I would wanna give this to you.”
I felt his fingertips at my chin, drawing me up to look me in the eye again. “Are you sure, Nance? I don’t really know what to do.”
I looked up at him, and I know I couldn’t keep all the soft feelings I had for him off my face. “I bet you’ll figure it out.” I came up on my knees and pressed my lips to his again. He met my lips more relaxed this time, but stiffened as I hiked my skirt enough to climb astride his lap. I took my time, kissing him, caressing his neck and shoulders until he relaxed again. But his hands never left my waist.
I kissed down the line of his jaw to his ear. “You can touch me, Stevie. It’s okay. I want you to.”
He made a little huffing sigh of pleasure and his hands slid warm up my back and back down to my hips, tugging me close and then wrapping his arms around my waist.
I came back to his lips kissing him more urgently, already feeling the ache of arousal between my legs. My lips coaxed his apart, sucking and grazing my teeth on his lower lip, until he opened for me with a moan that I matched as I slipped my tongue against his. My hips twitched against him of their own volition and he gasped at the friction, his hands moving back down to my hips to tug me against him again. “Oh, Steve …”
He seemed to get it as my hips started to roll against him, meeting my movement, his hands gliding down my thighs, where he hesitated.
“Do it, Stevie, please touch me.” I didn’t have to tell him twice. His hands slipped up my thighs, sliding to my ass, gripping and massaging the soft flesh with a groan.
I pushed my jacket off and then unbuttoned his and pushed it down his shoulders. I kissed my way down his neck as I started to unbutton his shirt, pulling it from his pants. I tossed his jacket and button down aside, and started on my own, pulling away so he could watch.
His eyes were glued on the sliver of skin revealing itself between the lapels of my uniform blouse. By the time I slipped it down my shoulders, his hands had slipped from under my skirt to the bare skin of my waist as he dripped hot, unpracticed, open mouth kisses down my neck and chest. I tossed my shirt to the side and reached behind me to unhook my bra and he froze, watching in awe as I bared my breasts for him. I pressed my hands over his against my waist and guided them up to cup their pillowy softness. I encouraged him to squeeze them gently, showing him the pressure I liked, and then his thumbs ran roughly over my nipples and I shivered. He looked up at me in wonder and worked his thumbs in circles over them and my head fell back in a throaty moan. “Kiss them, Stevie…”
He mounded them in his palms, bringing his mouth down to kiss over the curves of them. His mouth hovered over one nipple, hard and pebbled, his breath hot on my skin and he rolled his eyes up to meet mine.
“ Please , Stevie…” He flicked his tongue over it and I gasped. “ Yes … Lick them, suck them, please …” He pulled one hardened nub between his lips, sucking, flicking and circling his tongue over it, then the other and he moved his thumb over the first. I didn’t hold back even one gasp or groan of pleasure, wanting him to know how good he was making me feel.
I tugged his undershirt out of his pants and rucked it up until he had to pull away to let me tug it over his head and off. Then I took his face in my hands and pulled him into another deep kiss as I settled my chest against his and we melted into each other at the feel of bare skin meeting. He was so hot, like fire under his skin contrasting the cool air of the tent. Our hands roamed all that bare skin, gliding over each other. I gently pushed his shoulders. “Lay down, Steve.”
He did, and I kissed down his neck, licking over his collarbones, my hands playing over his heaving chest. When they grazed over his nipples he took a sharp inhale. I rolled them between my thumb and finger and he gasped my name. I kissed what felt like every inch of his pale golden skin, as I worked his belt and pants open. I looked up at him to find him watching me, pupils completely blown out, face desperate. I curled my fingertips in the waistband of his boxers and pants. “Can I, Stevie?” He nodded and lifted his hips to help me pull both layers down. My mouth practically watered as his dick sprang out of its confines, tapping his abs. I pulled his pants the rest of the way off with his socks and crawled back up his body. “Would you like to take mine off?”
He nodded emphatically and reached up to the zipper of my skirt, pulling it down and pushing it down my hips. I rolled onto my back beside him and he rose over me, leaning down to kiss me deeply before working down my body with his hands and mouth much like I had with him. By the time he reached my navel and the band of my panties I was panting and moaning his name. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and I lifted my hips for him. He pulled them down and off and looked down at me fully bare beneath him. “God, Nance… You’re beautiful.” His hand coasted up my thigh to my hip, and he settled against me, propped on his forearm by my head. He leaned in and kissed me and I got lost in the feeling of his weight and the heat of his body against me, my hands gliding along his shoulders and chest, over his back and down to squeeze his ass and he groaned, his hips flexing and dragging his cock against my stomach. I reached between us and curled my fingers around him. He exhaled sharply and I looked to see his eyes closed, lips red and beestung and parted.
I gave him a squeeze and he shuddered above me. I stroked him, firm and slow and he dropped his face against the curve of my neck, his breath hot down my chest. I rolled my palm over the head of his cock and drug the arousal beaded at the tip down and he exhaled shakily. “Did that feel good?” I did it again and his hips jerked, rutting himself into my fist with a groan. I sped up my rhythm and he met my strokes with his hips.
His rhythm stuttered and he gasped. “Nancy, god, I’m…”
I nuzzled against his neck. “You can come if you want.”
“Want you to- ah, ah god… feel good, too.”
“It’s okay, Stevie. We’ve got all night.”
“Oh, oh shit… Nance, I-” He gave a shudder and his rhythm went wild as he came, spilling hot streaks across my stomach.
I nuzzled his neck and stroked him more gently as he came down, his breath rough.
After a minute he lifted his head to look at me. “I’m sorry.”
I smiled. “For what? Just because you came we don’t have to be done.”
“We don’t?”
I chuckled, “Of course not.” I leaned up and kissed him. “Would you like to touch me now?”
His eyes got wide again, and he licked his lips and nodded. “Show me how?”
I grinned and he settled beside me. I hooked one leg up over his thigh laying beside me, the other leg falling to the side to give him room. I took his hand and moved him down between my legs. We both gasped as his thick fingers slipped into the slick there.
“It’s so wet…” He said, voice low, almost reverent.
“Mmmm… I am. You did that to me, Stevie.” I guided his fingers, gathering my slick and gliding over and through my folds. “That feels nice, but this spot,” I moved him up to the little nub, hard and throbbing and I mewled, hips rocking involuntarily against his touch.
His eyes shot to my face, and he did the motion again, down to gather more slick and up around my clit in circles until I keened softly, back arching and he smiled. “Like this?”
“Yeah, Steve… fuck …” He kept going until I was a quivering shaking mess. “Wanna feel you, Steve. Want you inside.”
He froze. “We…”
“Not that, not yet. Your fingers, Steve.” I reached my hand down to show him. “These two, like oh, shit, yes!” my hips bucked as he watched my every reaction. I adjusted his hand a little so I could grind on his palm, and in a minute I was gasping. I felt him against my hip, hard again. “ God, yes … Now bend your fingers.” He did and when he brushed over just the right spot I stifled my cry with the back of my hand. “Yes!” I panted. “Just like that! Oh, Steve, don’t stop, please don’t stop! ” I bit my lip, containing my keen as I came, back arching as he rutted against my hip.
He was still working me, watching me with an amazement on his face until I pushed his hand away with a giggle. “You gotta stop after a minute…”
He blinked. “Oh, sorry.”
I shushed him and drew him into a kiss. “You have nothing to be sorry for. That was perfect.” He smiled, a little proud, I think, and it was too adorable. I looked down at his cock, still moving against my skin. “You look like you’re ready for another round.”
He blushed, which made me giggle again after what we’d already done. “We, uh, we don’t have to.”
I cupped his cheek. “I said we had all night. And I meant it.”
He kissed me deeply. “Please. I don’t wanna stop.”
I grinned. “There’s condoms under that blue cushion right behind you.”
He spun, hand diving and coming back with a small zippered pouch.
I sat up, swiping his spunk from earlier off my skin. I held out my other hand for the bag. He handed it over and I unzipped it peeking inside. “I figured. Someone finished the lube and didn’t replace it.” I set the pouch down and fished out a condom, slipped it between my lips to slide the little cardboard sleeve off and took it between my fingers. He made to reach for the rubber and I withdrew it. “Let me do it. Please? Just lay back.”
He paused and nodded, leaning back on his elbows. I worked my tongue around and spat heavily in my hand with his come and then reached out for his cock.
“What are you doing?”
“Condoms work better with some lubrication. It’ll feel better for you. There’s none in the bag anymore, so I’m improvising.” I smeared the mess over the head of his cock and down his shaft and he spasmed and moaned at the warm, wet slide of my hand. I rolled the condom down his hard length and then crawled up his body to kiss his lips and then down his neck. “I wanna ride you, Stevie.” His breath caught as my lips kissed back up to his ear. “You’re so big, I gotta take my time,” I purred.
His head fell back with a groan. “Nancy…”
I straddled him, reaching down to drag his cockhead through my still slick pussy before lining him up. I sunk down and the head popped in. I settled a little more and came back up, I worked my way down over him, sinking a little more each time. Steve watched me like a man drowning.
It took several strokes but I bottomed out, sitting flush over his pelvis and swiveled my hips experimentally. His back arched, pressing his head against the cushion he had pulled under his head. I did it again and he gasped, “God, Nancy, fuck!”
I grinned, and started moving, resting my hands against his broad chest. “Language, Steve…”
He gave me a saucy little frown and then took my hips in his hands, moving his hips with me as I rode him. I sat up and brought my hands to my breasts, kneading them and playing with my nipples as we moved together. Then I felt his hand shift and his thumb found my clit again and I jolted, “Shit!”
He smirked, “Language, Nancy…”
I chuckled and then moaned as his thumb kept moving against the little nub. Then I squirmed. “Dry.” I pulled his hand up and took his thumb in my mouth, wetting it and moved it back. I writhed above him as he started working me again. I could feel the pleasure like a warm weight in my gut, winding and folding on itself until it finally snapped and I came moaning and shaking. “God, Steve, yes!”
He pulled me down to him and rolled us over, taking over in a fast, deep rhythm as I bucked and writhed through my orgasm beneath him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, rolling my hips with him, wanting the pleasure to last forever, wanting this moment to last forever. One moment in time that scrawny Stevie Rogers was mine and everything I ever wanted, even if he wasn’t scrawny anymore. Even if other people could see now what I’d seen for years.
His entire body shuddered and he leaned down to kiss me, as he lost his rhythm and came, shaking against my body and groaning into my mouth.
I kissed him and stroked my hands along his back as he came down. “Hey, big guy,” I said as I nuzzled his neck. “How ya doing?”
He chuckled, low and warm. “Wow…” He rolled off and sprawled on his back beside me.
“We should take care of that.” I reached down and gently pulled off the condom now that he was softening and tied it.
Then we heard a voice outside the tent. “Wrap it up, kids. We’re leaving at 0500, Nancy.”
“Oh shit!” I collapsed against Steve’s chest giggling.
He chuckled, blushing furiously. Then he looked down at his watch. “It’s 0200… I guess we should get dressed.”
I nuzzled against his chest. “Can I have just a minute, Stevie?”
He looked down at me and his expression softened as he wrapped his now burly arms around me. “Sure, Nance.”
I snuggled against his warm body until I felt like I wouldn’t be able to hold my tears back anymore. Then, I backed away and moved for my clothes, handing him his own as I came across them. We got dressed and I straightened his lapels for him, pushing his hair back into place. I leaned up and kissed him, and he wrapped an arm around my waist, kissing me back. “If you haven’t got a girl when we’re out of this mess… Maybe look me up when you get home, Stevie.”
He smiled down at me. “I will, Nance.”
I hugged him, kissed him once more, and we parted ways at the tent flap, knowing he probably never would as I chucked the used condom in a trash bin on the way back to my tent to gather my things before I had to catch my company transport in a couple of hours.