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cap_ironman2008-07-12 11:11 am
Happy Birthday Crims!~ From Panda.
Author: Pandanoai
Title: Raindrops on Roses
Rating: NC-17 (it’s my first time, be gentle)
Disclaimer: Marvel’s
Notes: For Crimsonquills! I promised this long ago and I managed to blush through it so I could give it to her for her birthday! Thanks so much Crim for all of the amazing fics you write. You are one of my utmost favorite fanfic writers! Hope you have a great time celebrating another trip around the sun! (I promise the next pr0n fic from me will be better :p)
Raindrops on Roses
Steve looked up at the hotel’s clock mounted on the far wall.
He’d made it seven hours at an evil corporate business party. Not bad.
He looked back at Tony who was trailing behind him. Stark’s bowtie was undone and his jacket was open. He’d only left the party four minutes ago. Steve couldn’t help but laugh.
“What?” Tony retorted as he caught up to the blond.
“If you wanted to get out of that suit so badly why’d we have to stay til one?”
Tony raised his eyebrows. “The deal wasn’t certain until one.”
Tony let the doorman open the hotel’s entranceway and sauntered outside. Steve followed him, thanking the man for holding the door.
“Plus I didn’t think you’d appreciate me getting naked in a room full of businessmen and reporters.” Tony stated, pulling the bowtie off his neck entirely and stuffing it into a pocket.
Both men stopped at the end of the hotel’s awning.
It was raining.
“How did you talk me into walking over here?” Tony asked, holding his hand out and waiting for the raindrops to collect in his palm.
“Because the Tower is only a few blocks away and I have a very commanding presence.” Steve offered.
Tony laughed. “No, I think I remember pouting.”
“Captain America doesn’t pout.” Steve retorted.
“But Steve does.” Tony answered.
“What was that?” Steve asked quickly, moving closer to Tony.
Tony swiped his arm at Cap, a cascade of water leaving his hand and sprinkling Steve across the chest. “Nothing.”
Steve scoffed and looked down to wipe at his shirt. “I guess you could call someone at the Tower to send a car around.”
No answer.
Steve looked up again to find that Tony had left the shelter of the awning and was about twenty feet out into the light rain.
“Just a few blocks.” The other man yelled out to him. Steve shrugged his shoulders.
Sure, what the hell.
Cap felt the temperature drop as the water droplets made his hair stick to his forehead. Tony had taken off his jacket.
Steve had to fight off the urge to tell Tony to be careful or he’d catch a cold.
The thought must have shown on his face, because Tony started to chuckle. It was low at first but grew in volume and enthusiasm until Cap couldn’t help but smile.
“What?”
“I know that maternal look.” Tony teased.
Cap caught up with the other man and deftly took him in his arms, dipping him slightly in the rain.
“There is nothing maternal about the look on my face.” Steve said darkly, hoping to distance his reputation from a den mother’s.
Tony’s grip tightened on Steve’s broad shoulders. He looked up at Cap, his smile equally dark.
“Lucky for me.”
Steve blushed only slightly, returning Tony to a vertical position. He glanced around at his surroundings, half expecting a dozen New Yorkers to be pointing at him.
They were completely alone.
The rain was coming down a bit harder but neither Steve nor Tony made any motion to move.
Steve felt his skin begin to prickle, but he couldn’t tell if it was in response to the cool drops of water cascading to every side of him, or if it was the way Tony was looking with his shirt stuck to his skin.
He could just barely make out the edges of his abdomen, the tight muscles that pulled against the fabric as Tony breathed. And those eyes…
“We should get back now.” Steve said with desperation in his voice he wasn’t expecting.
Tony smiled back at him slyly, actually moving backwards towards the hotel entrance way they had just escaped. “Whatever for?”
Steve grabbed Tony’s wrist before he could get out of range and tugged him closer.
“You know exactly why.”
Tony gave Steve a once over, the rain making his bangs fall into his eyes.
“Were you really that bored at the party?”
The grip Steve had on Tony’s wrist tightened ever so slightly.
Tony bit his lip.
“Do you have any idea of the way you look right now?”
“We should get back now.” Tony agreed.
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Being stuck in that god-awful party where half the people knew your name but not your face. It had been unbearable. The only good thing had been looking over at Steve and knowing exactly how much they meant to each other. From the second Steve had looked longingly at the dance floor Tony had wanted stop talking to the boring bureaucrat from Bolivia and sweep Steve off his feet.
With the rain beating like drums against the pavement Tony couldn’t even hum Singing in the Rain to get his thoughts across. He ran behind Cap’s footsteps, his heart beating in his chest.
Almost home.
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They made it to the elevator before abandoning notions of foreplay. Tony’s jacket lay abandoned on the floor. Steve knocked Tony against the elevator wall and they were on each other’s lips, tongue’s fighting for the warmth to be found.
But everywhere Steve tried to grip, tried to eat with his fingertips, cold wet clothing held him back.
He leaned back from Tony’s quest for heat and started unbuttoning Stark’s shirt, wanting to feel the skin that had been taunting him. The shirt sopped to the ground with defiance and was promptly forgotten. Steve whipped off Tony’s belt as the elevator doors opened to the penthouse suite.
This time Tony took the lead, grabbing Cap by the tie and pulling him toward the bathroom. Steve expertly closed the door behind them.
Shoes and socks gone Steve frantically began working off the tie Tony had just been using as a leash. Tony had already started the water in the shower and came back around for Steve again. Tony grabbed at Steve’s shirt, pulling it down over his shoulders, successfully trapping his arms.
Tony smiled, moving his right hand down.
It lingered for a second at Cap’s belt before heading farther and pressing down along the seam of Steve’s pants.
Steve let go of a sigh as Tony moved his hand along Steve’s quickly hardening member. “Why are my pants on?” Cap unknowingly said aloud.
“Because you haven’t stopped me yet.” Tony grinned. “Tell me to stop. Tell me get in the shower.” Tony continued moving his hands up and into Cap’s crotch. Steve closed his eyes, rocking into the motion. He was getting too hard for this to be comfortable but Tony pressed down with his other arm whenever Steve tried to undo his pants himself. “Stop.” Steve said quietly. Tony did it again. Steve looked down at the other man. Tony’s lips were trying not to tremble.
Steve felt the need rise up in the back of his spine. He smiled softly to himself before turning his face into a scowl. “Stop!” He shrugged Tony’s left arm off like it was nothing, letting his own shirt fall to the ground. “And you don’t get to go in the shower until you finish here.” Steve added. He tried not to let Tony see him blushing.
“Thought you’d never ask.” Tony deftly pulled the buckle apart and unzipped Cap’s pants, allowing everything to come off. “I thought it was cold in here.” Tony said taking a look at Steve. Steve contained the redness to the tips of his ears, as he pushed Tony toward the open door on the shower. “In.” He said, stripping Tony of his own pants. They tangled around the other man’s feet and ended up in the shower as well. Neither of them seemed to care.
As the heat and mist hit their faces and filled their lungs the two men’s passions were rejuvenated. Teeth no longer chattering Tony felt himself slam against the tile wall.
He’d been here many times before, but with Steve it was always different, it was always wonderful.
Their kisses seemed to last an hour, rasping against each others warmth, the water heavy and purifying.
Steve felt those same teasing fingers finally stop playing. Tony tightened his grip around Steve’s shaft, the pull of skin satisfying and portending the things to come.
Tony’s tongue moved from Steve’s mouth and down along the other man’s chest. He nipped and pulled as he went across, cutting at skin and hair. Sucking Steve’s nipple in tune to his right hand’s thrusts, Cap gasped and called out his lover’s name.
“Tell me.” Tony offered, gently biting the sensitive skin.
“T—turn ‘round.” Steve managed.
“God yes.” Tony replied, doing as he was told.
The lube was in its usual place.
Steve looked at Tony spread and braced against the shower wall.
Through shuddered breath he managed to say, “I love you.”
Steve buried himself into Tony again and again. The held his breath as he tried to get a hold of himself well enough to tighten his hand around Tony and rock in rhythm with Tony’s own needs. It built with intensity, legs braced against the showers edges to keep from slipping.
“More.” He heard Tony say. That was good. More was good. Tony said it again and again like a mantra. “More.”
Steve felt the pressure building at the base of his spine. He shuddered as he drove his hips harder into Tony. The heat from the water and the heat from his own insides made Steve feel as though he could never be cold again. He hoped Tony was feeling the same thing.
The intensity built, steam and mist fogging the shower door, Tony’s gasps of “more” now incoherent.
Steve felt his breath hilt and held his lungs thrusting harder. Faster.
More.
With a powerful arch of completion he felt himself slump, grateful for the grips in the shower. He pressed himself against Tony for only a second before the other man too came.
Slipping himself out, he held Tony in his arms until they had both had a chance to catch their breath.
“I love you too.” Tony said. “And you have a very commanding presence.”
Steve smiled, kissing Tony’s warm lips.
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You've really got Cap down right! Love it!
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*smooches*
Thank you!
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(and sorry for the late reply)
I should write another one maybe ::ponders:: I think I'd be better at it now (and could actually revise it-- or ya know... read it more than once) since i no longer have to run away to foreign countries two days before finishing it :P
I think i'm bad at coming up with ideas for how though :P
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If you want to, there would definitely be an audience for it! And you know, the more you write it, the easier it gets. *g*
I think i'm bad at coming up with ideas for how though :P
Maybe this post could help? (http://crimsonquills.livejournal.com/670738.html?nc=50)
*g*
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My one suggestion would be to keep the name your POV character refers to themselves constant - you have Steve thinking of himself as both Steve and Cap and it was a bit jarring for me. Other than that, great job! :)
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Panda and I both have the bad habit of using either name based on the sentiment and expectations almost as if it were a separation of self... and of course sometimes we do it just to mix things up a little... sorry.
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WIP? *perks up* oooh, something shiny to look forward to ;)
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Yeah we have five 20 or more page a piece chapters of a nine chapter story finished. Our overall page count is about 135 or so.
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Writing NC-17, just like writing anything else, takes practice. The more you do it, the more comfortable you'll get with it (although if you're like me, you end up tanking out around PG-13 most of the time b/c you get distracted w/ the plot, but fandom takes all kinds). What I really mean to say is: Welcome to the genre ^_^
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This was all her though and I am proud of her smut *wipes a crocodile tear*
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awesome!
rain, dancing, shower...what more do we need?
Do you have any idea of the way you look right now?”
“We should get back now.” Tony agreed.
^___^
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I love the two of them stripping one anothers' clothes off (what, I have a clothes kink), and the tie pulling, and this bit:
“How did you talk me into walking over here?” Tony asked, holding his hand out and waiting for the raindrops to collect in his palm.
“Because the Tower is only a few blocks away and I have a very commanding presence.” Steve offered.
Tony laughed. “No, I think I remember pouting.”
*grins* Steve has a commanding presence, and a very obvious/adorable pout.
I'm not entirely sure about the "As the heat and mist hit their faces and filled their lungs, the two men’s passions were rejuvenated" line (the word rejuvenated made me giggle, I have to admit -- maybe "renewed" instead?), but on the other hand, I love the description of the steamy heat filling their lungs (nice sensory detail).
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thanks for the awesome review
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This is seriously just so incredible it made a litter of plot bunnies multiply in my brain. I have no idea how you managed to touch on so many subtle things in their identity as a pairing and STILL make some excellently hot, IC porn. Wow. I'm going to read this again tomorrow.
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I got to post a bunch of things for her around this time because they had time points to them like birthdays and she was away on vacation. Next time she's online I'll let her know how much you liked this so she can get all excited and inspired like -> because she totally does that.
As for the bunnies let em hop where they may GO FOR IT!
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