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just-something-to-think-about · 2 years

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Out of the comfortzone

Working your way out of the aftermath of your night with Chris Evans by keeping busy.

How you met him, how you kept running into him, and how you're just not able to keep out of his or his familys way.

Do you want this?

Do you even have a choice in it, or is it all just happening to you anyway?

Background: sequel from "A night out" and "The next day"

-> Characters: Y/N (female, german, veterinary assistant, major in biology, working in Arboretum near Boston), Lisa Evans, Paul, Mark, Shawn, Chloe, Phil, Josh, some other guys

-> mentioning of: Chris Evans, Scott Evans + boyfriend

Warning: 18+, just a little smut, solo masturbation with hands, mentioning of using toys, mentioning of sex, mentioning of injured dog paw, mentioning of heavy bleeding, mentioning of cut caused by shard or something sharp

Word count: ~4100

-finally a sequel, sorry it took me so long but my mind was just blank lately, cant predict when the next part is ready but there is more-

-> little reminder: I still don't have a beta, so all the mistakes are mine and it's not my native language, still learning...

-> do not repost or steal my story

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Coming home after such an evening was a relive but also kinda sad, the first thing you did was taking a hot shower reliving the memories of your night together. You leaned back on the cold wall of your shower running your hands through your dripping hair, the hot water raining down on you as every muscle of your body relaxed and felt the memory of his touch.

One hand wandered to your lips which had kissed him, the other slowly found her way between your legs and before you realized what you were doing you were moaning, eyes closed, fingers rubbing your clit while reliving every moment of the two of you entwined, from the kiss in the hallway until his raspy curses while cumming inside you. At the last thought you came heavily sinking onto the floor panting like you just ran.

You stayed there like this for a couple of minutes just feeling the hot water and still not able to get him out of your head. You knew you had to get him out of there soon because you would be in serious trouble if you didn't, you could not afford to be daydreaming about him because you knew you would want more and there was no way you could get more out of this situation than you already had.

You rubbed your face in resignation, got up, turned the water off and went out of the shower, out of the bathroom and got dressed for the day.

After breakfast you did some yoga, took your book and sat on your small balcony with a headphone in one ear, listening to some music and reading for a while.

It wasn't easy to focus on the book because some memories from yesterday evening kept creeping their way into your head.

After a while you got frustrated, leaned your head back against the wall and closed your eyes.

You decided you had to move some more, put on your sport clothes and went for a long run.

The next couple of days were all about keeping in motion to be distracted from thinking too much about him.

It was hard.

Working outside reminded you of your first encounter, as you had worked in some national park where he had been hiking and had got lost because Dodger had pulled on his leash causing him to drop his phone which had been broken and chasing Dodger into the forest he additionally had lost his sense of orientation. After wandering around for an hour he finally had run into you in the middle of nowhere and nearly gave you a heart attack by approaching you while you were engrossed in observing some rare plants.

You had helped him to get back to the right path that day.

And working outside was a major part of your job.

You tried to get your head busy with your work and listened to podcasts in every free minute or tried and failed to read.

It got better after a week but there still were random moments when a memory of some sort suddenly popped up in your head.

You were easily aroused those days and often had the need of getting off in the evening by using your hand or your vibrator.

At the weekend you didn't went to the bar where you met him, even tho you were tempted because you just wanted to feel close to him again but you resisted and went on a hike in a nearby wildlife refuge instead.

You just worshiped the nature around you letting your thoughts wander no further than the next path bend.

The next week was easier, you established a good routine of running a big lap every second day and throwing yourself into yoga exercises on the other days. You were able to read again and went through your books like you were starving.

You probably had never been more productive at work as you were in the following two weeks and your superior was delighted about it.

You even tried to gain some new acquaintances by getting out of your introvert comfortzone and talk to your follow colleagues in breaks and were invited to join them on a game night at the weekend.

It was draining you a little to be so communicative and productive at the same time but you felt good and you were looking forward to the weekend to have a nice evening with the guys from work.

Friday dawned and you got a little stressed because you weren't sure about how you were supposed to dress and what games you would play and if you were expected to bring something, your brain kept ratteling on likewise the whole morning.

You ate breakfast, drank your coffee and went to work.

At work you took Paul aside in a quiet moment and interviewed him about all the details of the evening.

He was amused but answered every of your questions none the less without laughing about your rambling.

You were immensely relived after the talk with him and had much more information you could work with.

The huge darkhaired man with his chocolate colored eyes pulled you into a bear hug and told you not to worry, this was just a casual evening and you had nothing to be afraid off. You smiled at him and were really thankful for this surprisingly familiar gesture.

He told you where you would gather and asked if you knew how to get there. You weren't quite sure but you would figure it out you told him.

"Nonsense, let’s just drive there together" he said smiling at you while you were walking back to your working places.

You agreed, the place of Mark apparently was in some suburb outside of town so you would have needed to find a bus connection or use carsharing to get there, you fixed a time and place where he would pick you up and went back to work.

After you went home you had still some time left to get to the store to buy some beer and get ready afterwards.

Back in front your closet you just went for a cute black dress with white flowers, a black cardigan and some black boots. You wore your usual bits and pieces of simple jewelry, a thin golden necklace, two rings you had inherited from your grandmother and your obligatory collection of rings you were wearing in the ears.

After you had put on some eyeliner you stepped back and checked yourself in the mirror, you were pleased with the outcome.

You grabbed a thin jacket, it was July and almost unbearably warm during the day, but the nights could still get quite chilly at times, the beer you had bought and your bag and headed outside.

You were two minutes early but Paul didn't keep you waiting for long, he saw you, pulled over in his black jeep kind of car and motioned you to get in.

You drove for about half an hour and the way was slightly familiar to you because it was mostly the same direction you had drove to go on a hike two weeks ago.

It was easy to hold a conversation with Paul he was a genuinely nice guy and you liked him for his caring and easy nature.

You arrived a bit early and decided to use the time to take a small walk, it was still warm but not as hot as it had been the whole day so it was a perfect summer evening.

Marks small house was located in a neighborhood where every house had huge groundings and looked not exactly rich but wealthy, you weren't used to Houses standing so far from each other surrounded by so much nature.

You walked alongside a small road just chitchatting about all and nothing and it felt comfortable.

Paul was 35 and had worked as a scientifical assistant in a laboratory before he needed a change and got his job at the Arboretum you were doing your two year followship at. He told you how much he loved the work outside and seemed to be pretty enthusiastic about his research. You liked to listen to his excited speech about his work.

He was just about to ask you how you had ended up in Boston but all of a sudden you had a major déjà vu.

Some red-brown and white ball of fur had turned a corner ahead of you, had looked your way and ran towards you in full sprint. Paul stopped in his track and tried to pull you behind him to protect you from the unknown dog running straight towards you but as you had overcome the first moment of confusion you laughed crouched down and called "hello handsome, what are you doing here you cute boy?"

A second later as the dog nearly crashed into you just preventing you from falling backwards to the ground by slowing down right in front of you, licking your face and excitedly, tail wagging, jiggled under your hands, a woman came around the same corner yelling Dogers name and seeing him nearly losing his mind in your arms she ran towards you and apologized about his behavior.

You, still caressing his head, straightened up and smiled at Lisa, Chris' mom who came to a halt in front of you.

"It's alright" you said, "he apparently just can't resist causing trouble whenever I'm around" you laughed.

Lisa looked at you closer now and remembering you from Chris' birthday party about a month ago, she called out your name and pulled you in a hug. You hadn't expected it and nearly stumbled over Dodger who still was demanding your attention by pressing his nose against your hand.

"Oh I'm sorry dear" Lisa said laughing. "I just got so scared because he suddenly ran away and he never does this and Chris would kill me if I would loose him or if he got hurt or anything, thank goodness he just wanted to get to you" Lisa grinned and hugged you again.

"Well, tell me what are you doing here, do you want to come inside? Ah I completely forgot I wanted to invite you for dinner, my goodness I'm getting old." she laughed again.

"We are actually invited to a gamenight right around the corner and just took a walk because we were a bit early." You answered her amused.

"So, we unfortunately don't have the time to come inside" you said apologetically. You really liked her and didn't liked to be rude but you were invited and you were additionally afraid Chris could be inside and you were not prepared to see him again so soon.

"Ah thats unfortunate but it's so great to see you Y/N, I really would like to have you over for dinner someday soon" Lisa said rubbing your arm.

"It's just so fascinating how you Keep running into Chris or us as his family, there must be a reason for it" she said mischievously an amused glint in her eyes.

"I'm not going to wait until someone of us meets you again by chance" she said resolutely waving a hand through the air. "Are you free next, well, let me think… Ah I know, how about Saturday in two weeks dear?" She asked you with excitement.

"Uhm I guess I’m free" you said a bit hesitantly, taking a look at your phone to check your timetable even tho you actually knew there was nothing on it.

"Great" she positively beamed "just be here at one and I will take care of the rest" she said and gave you the exact address to navigate.

She hugged you once more and waiting for you to cuddle with Dodger one more time she walked back with the dog around the corner and was gone.

Paul, who had been utterly silent the whole time, and you just stood there stunned for a moment, processing what had just occurred, he was even more confused then you were.

"Who was that" he asked laughing after you finally turned towards him grimacing.

"That" you said slowly "Was Chris Evans mother".

"No way" he said shocked.

"Wait, wait, wait" he exclaimed with his hands defensively in front of him.

"Yes" you said "It means exactly what you're thinking" you grimaced again turned back into the direction from which you had come and started to walk towards Marks house.

"You know Chris Evans and are invited to a dinner party by his mom?" Paul asked in disbelief.

"Yes I am" you said not exactly thrilled about the prospect of having to talk about it.

"Oh come on Y/N" he laughed "you can’t just reveal such a fact and not tell me all about it" he pushed you playfully against your shoulder.

You laughed and pushed him back. "Well first of all, you're not going to tell anyone about this" you said seriously.

"I won't" he said grinning.

"You have to promise" you said still serious.

"All right" he pouted a little jokingly "I promise".

"Good" you said "well what do you want to know?"

"Everything" he exclaimed "how did you meet, why does his mother know you? You're from Germany right? How come a women from Germany knows Captain America and gets the privilege to dine with his family, you surely don't know him for long do you?"

"Well, I met him two years ago working in a national park, he had lost his way and I helped him to find back. It wasn't such a big deal", you waved your hand, "he was just some hiker and he said thank you and went his way afterwards.

After this I met him on two other occasions two years ago one time his dog, you just met, stepped into a shard or something and was bleeding as I ran into him and his girlfriend of the time and I offered my help."

You remembered vividly the moment you were hiking somewhere in Vermont with your family as they had visited you for two weeks, and you saw the man and the dog again you had just met for the first time two months earlier. He had been crouched down to his dog cursing, his girlfriend stood next to him looking down at the two of them helplessly.

You approached them and asked what was wrong.

Chris was moody and had snapped at you in the first moment. He had thought you a fan or something and was so worried about Dodg he wasn't willing to deal with a stranger.

You had realized Dodger was hurt but ok for the most part and had stayed calm for him to calm down too.

You reminded him you had met before and where and added that you were a trained veterinary assistant and would like to help if you could.

He had looked up surprised to see you again so far away from where you had met the last time. He was stunned about the information of you being a veterinarian assistant and needed a moment before he was ready to let you touch his dog.

You had waited calmly because you could see his worries about the dog were the bigger problem at the moment, compared to the actual injury the dog was dealing with.

He had gotten out of his state of shock and had shown you the injured paw, which was still bleeding relatively heavily under the handkerchief, which he had pressed on the wound. In the end the whole thing had been less dramatic than it had looked.

You had cleaned the wound with a little bit of water while Chris held his dog tightly in his arms and had put some bandages, out of the first aid kit of your mother, around the paw with a bit of duct tape at the bottom to prevent the dirt and water to get to the injury to quickly. You had assured him it would be completely normal for Dodger to still limp a bit and told him to get him to a vet as soon as possible so that they could carry out any further treatment that may be necessary.

Chris was immensely thankful and had even hugged you back then before he had went on his way with Dodg and his girlfriend to get the dog to the vet.

"And the last time I saw him before I got back to Germany to start my major" you went on with your story, "it was a situation likewise the one you just witnessed with his mother. It was in some suburb somewhere around here where I had visited a friend from work. I had been jogging and all of a sudden Dodger had stood in front of me, his owner nowhere to be seen. I had waited a while and had walked with the dog in the general direction from which he had come running and after a couple of minutes I had heard someone calling the dog’s name. Chris came around a corner nearly running and I was able to reunite the two of them." you chuckled remembering the stunned face of Chris realizing it was you once again.

"He was in utter disbelief" you told Paul who was laughing along with you after he had listened intently the whole time.

"After this Chris invited me for a beer the same evening and we had a really long talk about all and nothing and I went back to Germany the next week."

You paused for a moment while Paul stayed silent, waiting for the rest of the story.

"I actually thought this was it, this would have been the last time I met this guy and I was ok with it." You said as you came to a halt in front of Marks house.

"But well, I got back here and a month ago I, by chance, ran into him the fourth time. I actually ended up at his birthday party by accident." you laughed.

"How?" Paul asked laughing in disbelief.

"I oversaw a sign at the door of a pub in the city that there was a private party that night, went in, the barkeeper took pity on me and wanted me to drink a beer before he kicked me out and Scott, Chris' brother witnessed the whole thing because he and his boyfriend were the only two other guests in there and insisted for me to stay without telling me who’s birthday this actually was."

You chuckled.

"You can imagine how shocked I was as he finally arrived and how funny it was when Scott introduced me to his brother as his," you made quotation marks with your fingers, "guest of honor" "and the moment Chris realized who had found her way into his life again." you covered your face with your hands and chuckled again.

Paul was stunned about this whole story and just shook his head for a while.

"This can't be real" he said laughing.

"What the hell is going on between the two of you that you keep running into the guy" he grinned and grabbing you by your shoulders he shook you slightly.

"I don't know" you said sighing.

"Believe me I have asked me the same thing so many times" you rolled your eyes.

"Alright" Paul said, "so, you're kind of magnetic to Americas Ass then" he laughed.

"But why on earth does his mother wants to invite you to dinner?" he asked grinning and shaking his head again.

"Ah yes I forgot that" you chuckled.

"She was at his birthday party and apparently Chris had told his family about his "guardian angel" you made quotation marks again "his words not mine" you grimaced but grinned afterwards.

"And apparently she believes I had some major part in keeping her son alive as he got lost in the national park and wants to thank me for it with a dinner party or something" your hands were on your face again.

"My goodness, what a story" Paul said.

"If I hadn't just witnessed you running into his dog and mother I guess I would not believe half of it."

He smiled at you and you could only agree with him that if the situation was the other way around you would not believe yourself either.

You stood there a while longer before Paul asked "So do you think he will be there too?"

"I honestly have no idea" you said and was grimacing again.

"Why do I get the feeling you don't even want him to be there?" He asked curiously tilting his head to one side.

"Ahhh I just don't want to see him" you exclaimed face in hands.

"Oh no, no way" Paul said with a brought grin.

"You slept with him, didn't you?" he slapped a palm against his thigh.

"This story keeps getting better and better" he grinned.

You just turned on the spot face still in hands and didn't answered but this was probably answer enough.

He laughed and took you into one of his bear hugs again.

"So, what's the problem?" he asked.

"Was it that bad? Did something happen? Did he not call you afterwards? What’s the matter?"

"No, it wasn't bad, nothing happened and he didn't even ask for my number, well I technically gave my number to his mum but I don't know if he knows that. The problem is I just left the next morning because I know this couldn't be something else then a one-night-stand and I wanted to save us the awkward morning after thingi." you said with a sigh.

"Oh dear, you are afraid you're going to fall for him and he isn't going to be interested in you this way" Paul said with a sympathetic voice and hugged you again.

"Maybe" you mumbled into his shirt.

"You're going to be ok" he said and rubbed your shoulder.

"Maybe he isn't even going to be there."

"I just don't know if I want him to be there or not" you sighed.

Paul could understand you and offered moral support if you needed any. You were thankful to be able to talk about the whole thing to someone and surprised he had been so caring again.

After you talked for another five minutes a car came to a halt in front of Mark's house and you greeted Shawn from work and Chloe, his girlfriend.

All together you went up to the house and entered after Mark opened the door.

The evening was great you had some beer with the guys and after keeping close to Paul for the better part of the night you at some point were comfortable enough to talk to the others without his presence.

You had a good chat with Chloe but got along even better with Mark and Phil. Shawn, Josh and some other guys you could not recall the names of were really nice too but you were so occupied with Paul Mark and Phil you didn't got the chance to talk to them for real. You played some card games but the evening was mostly about getting together, talking, drinking and laughing. Mark had opened the French doors facing the garden and you went outside to stand around a bonfire he had prepared.

After you had drunken all six of the beers you had brought, you were pretty tipsy and went back to your safe spot beside Paul to have some water. He had just drunk one beer to be able to drive you two back home and was amused but also impressed by the amount of alcohol you had drunk in such short time. The other ones, being at the same state as you were, had had much less buzz.

"Well, I guess that answers the question if Germans can really handle more alcohol then we do" he chuckled and placed his arm around your shoulders.

You were more tired than drunk and the heavy warm arm around you made it even harder to stop yourself from yawning. Paul noticed and asked if you should head home. You told him you could stay if he wanted to, but in the end he just collected your stuff and you said goodbye and took leave.

You nearly fell asleep in the car seat on your way home and Paul made the effort of parking somewhere near your apartment and brought you to your door. It didn't felt like something romantical of him doing so, it was more like he was thinking about you as his little sister.

You were just grateful beyond words for the day and his support and gave him a tight hug before you entered your home and shut the door behind you.

You managed to get out of your clothes, to even wash off your eyeliner and brush your teeth but afterwards you fell into bed and slept immediately like a stone until you woke about seven or eight hours late around eleven am.

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just-something-to-think-about · 3 years

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The next day

Background: little teaser sequel from "A night out" out of Scott's view

-> Chris Evans, Scott Evans, mentioning of Zach Volin, female Y/N working in a field related to biology

Warning: slight swearing

Word count: ~1006

-not exactly a part two, but because some of you wanted to know what happens next, here you go... dont worry there will be more but I think I'm going to post a prequel next-

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Scott

At about 1 o'clock in the afternoon he could not stand it any more, it was simply not possible for him to restrain his curiosity any longer, he had to know wether his brother had taken the girl, whom he immediately had begun to care about, home and wheter she was perhaps even still there.

He had tried to call Chris several times by now, but suspected his phone was on silent or had run out of power.

So he just left Zach in the hotel suite, called a cab and got a ride to Chris's house.

Once he arrived, he had to ring the bell three times before a very sleepy-looking Chris opened the door for him in just his underpants, shielding his eyes from the sun with one hand.

"Happy birthday brother" he said grinning, pushing him aside he just walked in and went strait for the bedroom, where he suspected Y/N would be, still wraped up into his brothers sheets.

A bit surprised he came to a halt in the open doorway, no one exept for Dodger laying inside the untidy bed.

"What are you searching for?" Chris asked confused.

"You should ask who I am searching for" Scott said, turning around and raised one eyebrow at his brother who was standing in the hallway, rubbing his face with his hands to get a grip on reality.

Chris' head shot up, "Y/N" he called out. He pushed past Scott to look for her himself, suddenly wide awake.

"You took her home then" Scott grinned, as he watched him search his house for a girl who was obviously no longer there.

"Hell yes I did" Chris called after him, Scott was already walking towards the kitchen.

...

"She's gone" Chris said five minutes later frowning as he, pulling a t shirt over his head while walking, joined his brother, taking a seat behind the counter.

Scott put down a cup of coffe in front of him.

"Why she left?" asked Chris, staring down into his cup.

"Maby you snored?" chuckled Scott as he stood leaning against a kitchen cabinet, his armes crossed.

Chris didn't say anything, he just kept staring into his cup and looked like he was brooding about something.

"I want to see her again" Chris said determined lifting his head, his look very serious.

"What was that?" Scott asked with a mischievous look on his face. "You, of all people take a woman home from a party, she takes off before you're even awake, and you want to see her again?" Scott grinned teasing, waiting for his brothers reaction, testing out what feelings the man had towards the woman who had saved his ass several times.

"She's not just some woman I took home from a party, Scott" Chris positivly growled at him, getting to his feet.

"Yeah thats what I thought" Scott grinned, satisfied with the reaction he had gotten out of his brother.

"Well, ahm I suppose you could just call her" he said shrugging "or at least send her a message, you could ask her why she left oOor just ask her out" Scott thought aloud with evident excitement, while tipping his indexfinger to is lipps, eyes sparkling.

"Dammit" Chris blurted out suddenly and slammed a fist on the counter "I didn't ask for her number" he said visibly angry with himself.

Scott almost jumped by his brother's outburst.

Chris scowled before apparently remembering something, his eyes focused on Scott "You have her number right?" he asked walking over to him grabbing him by his shoulders "You were with her all night when I was not, you must have her number!" his face brightened with hope.

"Sorry Chris" Scott said apologetically "but I didn't ask her for her number either I'm afraid".

Scott could watch his brother's face becoming gloomy again, "I'm sure someone asked her for her number" he growled walking out of the room, a moment later he came back in, phone in hand. "I'm going to ask everyone, if anyone has it" he said firmly.

Scott who had watched his brothers actions motionless, got out of his trance, pulled out his phone and offered to help.

...

"Fuck" cursed Chris after he hung up his phone an hour later, he had even called the Pub to ask the barceeper if he, by any chance, had Y/N's number.

He couldn't believe it, how could it be that really no one had asked this incredible woman for her phonenumber.

He rubbed his face in frustration. Who was he kidding, really he was just mad at himself for not coming up with the idea himself when he still had the chance.

"Do you know what she's doing?" Scott asked "where she could be working, I mean?"

"She's doing something with biology" Chris mumbled "But I'v got no clue where she could be working".

Scott squeezed his brother's shoulder "I'm sure you'll see her again, you've run into her how many times by now? Four times? And in the most impossible situations, that sounds pretty much like fate if you ask me" he said in an assuring voice.

"last time it took "fate" two years until I met her again, Scott" He said in a grave voice "I don't think any of us will wait that long" he said with resignation. "I guess I just have to forget about her" Chris said and finally got up. "Let's just go to see mum and the others, they are surely waiting for us" he walked out of the room to get dressed.

Scott was pretty sure that his brother was thinking too negatively in this regard, he couldn't imagine that this would be the end of their story. Especially since she was now living in town and not thousands of miles away or on another continent. But since he felt that a discussion would not have been useful at the moment, he let it rest for now and trusted that fate would intervene again, as it had done before.

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just-something-to-think-about · 3 years

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A night out

Background: POV you (female) going out on your own, end up at Chris Evans birthdayparty in a pub by accident. He knows you because you'v met before and you saved his ass back then. He decides he wants to dance and then realizes that's not all he desires to do with you.

Paring: Chris Evans x female reader (POV)

Warnings: 18+, smut, swearing, verry slight choking kink, a little overstimulation, oral, slight dirtytalk, some fluff

Word Count: 3692

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It was about half past two, you were joking around with Seth (the barceeper), as you felt someone behind you. Turning around you had to look up into Chris' face who had placed himself so close behind you, you nearly touched him just by turning.

Looking over your head as if he hadn't seen you at all, he placed his beer behinde you on the counter before his gaze fell down on you smiling.

"You wanna dance?" he asked taking a step back holding out a hand.

You coudn't say anything, you had a feeling your voice would sound hidiously squeaky, but you took his hand and let him pull you towards the dancefloor.

You could not say what song played at the time, all you knew was, it was an oldie, pretty fast and with a good beat.

Chris did not just danced with you like every normal person on the dancefloor, no he was a dorky goofball, trying to show off, even if he was not exactly a skilled dancer but he for sure had learnd one or two things during his career.

Grinning mischievously he twirled you around catching you afterwards, once he even threw you up in the air and caught you again. You danced off the beat, laughed all the time and you certainly did not look graceful but you had a great time. You knew you must be a hilarious sight. The music had changed to a slower song, your back was leaned against his chest and you were a little breathles. You liked the feeling of his his arms around you while you did slow swinging steps.

He brushed some hair behind your ear and whispered "'m glad you found me again, my guardian angel" with his lips close to your ear.

You blushed heavily "you're drunk" you said humming.

He turned you around and looked you into the eyes intensely, then he gently cupped your face with his large hands. He slowly closed the distance between you, his eyes asking a question. You couldn't belive what he was about to do. He stopped so close, you could feel his breath on your skin, waiting for you to pull back. But you didn't and so he closed the last inch and gentle, but demanding, his soft lips met yours.

You slowly closed your eyes and melted into his touch. Your arms went to his back and pressed against his broad schoulders. One of his hands wanderd down to your lower back, pressing your body against his, the other went to the back of your head and interwined with your hair.

His gripp on you and his lips moving on yours started a burning heat between your thighs.

You baldly tipped your tongue against his lipps, asking for entrance, he opened his mouth, and you groaned slighty as you started to explore the tongue of the other. Your hands somehow got into his hair and then caressed his bearded face, while he embraced you tightly with his arms, lifting you from the ground and turning slowly. Your lipps parted and you just stared into the dephts of the others eyes, then you started to grinn.

Scott (Chris‘ brother) came up to you, it seemd he had cept an eye on you the whole time, he slapped his brother on the schoulder "I'm really happy for the two of you but, Ahm ewww get a room!" he said. You all started laughing at that. Chris sat you back to your feet and took your hand into his while pulling you towards the bar. You took another drink, Chris cept you close to his side for the rest of the night, including you in conversations with his friends. One of his hands cept finding your waist, his thump lazily caressing your side in smal circles. A few times he even pressed his face into your hair as if he was breathing in your scent.

At about four or five in the morning he seemed to think it would be alright if he took leave now, wispering in your ear, he asked "shell we go?", You just nodded, so he bid goodbye to Scott and Zach (Scotts boyfriend) and a couple of friends you passed on your way out, his hand clutching yours.

You saw Scott watching you leave with a pleased expression on his face and smiled at him.

Outside of the pub Chris put his jacket around your shoulders, you took a cab to Chris' house just outside the city. He had seated you directly beside him, one arm around you and caressed your shoulder with his hand. You simply leaned your head against him, your eyes closed and enjoyed his warmth, while his eyes watched the road outside the car.

He pulled you close to his side while walking up the way to his front door. Fumbling with his keys you could hear someone approaching the door from the inside, there were the noises of claws klicking on the bare woodenfloor. You got all excited because you knew who was waiting on the other side. Chris finally managed to open his door and a very sleepy Dodger (Chris‘ dog) blinked up to you. Sniffing curiously Dodger all of a sudden seemd to be fully awake and nearly toppled you over while greeting you like a long lost friend.

"Hey bud you missed her too huh?" Chris asked chuckling. You kneeled down to allow the Dog to excitedly say hello, while you carressed his soft fur and laughed when ever he tried to lick your face. You only now realized how much you had missed to see this dorky furball and nearly teard up because he seemed to rememberd you after all this time.

Chris patiently waited for you, a smile on his face, to get back up to lead you all into his house.

After you got rid of your shoos, not without some complains about the freaking heels that had been hurting your feet for hours and some honest laughter from Chris, he came up to you, cupping your face again, he watched you for a moment and then pressed his lipps to yours once more.

He casually grabed your behinde, searching for the slit of your dress, to get closer to your bare skin.

He found his way under your skirt and caressed the back of your thigh from your knee up to your ass.

Both hands back on your bottom he suddenly lifted you up, his strong hands preventing you from falling.

You wrapped your legs around him, deepening the already heated kiss.

Underneath his clothes you could feel a bulge pressing against your core. Your hipps bucked involuntarily against his and moaning you let your head fall back.

While he walked, carrying you towards, what you only hoped would be his bedroom, he kissed his way from the sensitive skin behind your ear down to your colarbone and father down to the neckline of your dress.

Kicking the door open he walked to his bed, while nipping at the skin of your neck.

Carfully laying you down on your back hovering over you, he said huskily "I want you out of this dress, as long as I can hold myselfe back from ripping it off" in a low growling voice.

His voice and gaze went strait to your burning core and you knew, you were dripping wet for him.

With a little help, you got rid of your dress and you were glad you had put on your pretty lacy lingerie, even tho you knew, you would not wear them much longer.

He softly growled at the sight of your nipples peaking through the material of the lacy bra.

Capturing your mouth with his, he pressed you into the matress with his body.

Leaning on one arm, he started to open the buttons on his blue shirt, you wanted to help him, but one of your armes was caged by his body, instead you sofly scraped over the skin on the back of his head with your nails while pushing your tongue into his mouth, pressing against his.

He moaned, pulling back, to get his shirt off, towering over you.

You shivered in anticipation of the view that opend up infront of you.

Chris Evans, your celebrity crush, the crush of millions of women and men around the world, towered over you shirtless, showing off his deacently muscled, not in any way bulky, body with the dark lines of his tattooes, covered by some chest hair.

You leand forward and felt your way from his bearded chin over his bare neck into his hair, pulling slightly, before you wrapped your arms around his neck, you needed him closer to release some of the nervous energy that worked you up, caused by the burning desire rushing through your body.

Wiggling under his weight, he freed you, to kneel infront of him.

His head fell back, eyes closed, as you slowy, explored his bare skin with seductiv strides from your fingertipps, starting at his neck, feeling your way down his shoulders, to his wrists, up on the sensetive skin of his ribs, leaving a trace of goosebumps, back down the firm skin of his chest, enjoying the feeling of his soft, slightly curly chesthair, lightly stroking across his nipples causing a shiver, working it's way down his back and all the way down scraping over his abs to the tender region just above the waistband of his pants.

You raised a hand back to his neck, without choking him, you merely placed your hand gently on his throat and with the other went further down to stroke the bulge in his pants.

He moaned throatily before he took your face in his hands, pulling your lipps to his.

You moaned into his mouth, the feeling of his strong but gentle hands on your face working you up even more.

He let his hands sliede to your back opening the clip of your bra.

After throwing it off the bed he caressed your bare skin, pressing your chest against his, before urging you to lay back down.

He pushed off his pants only keeping on his tight black underpants, before turning back to you.

It was his part now exploring your almost naked body.

He kissed your mouth before tilting your head back with a hand, he kissed his way down to your sensetive breast, placing his heavy hand at your throat, as you had done before.

His lipps closed around your rock hard nipple, tongue circling one time before his teeth bit down on it ever so slightly.

Pulling back he blew a soft breath over the wet peak, leaving you squirming underneath him.

You could hear him humming satisfied with your response.

He placed himself kneeling between your legs, your thighs on his, leaning over you he licked over one nipple, pinching the other, before he stroke his way with his hand, down from your colarbone, between your breasts over your belly to your panties.

He took hold of one of your legs, kissing his way down slowly closing in on your burning core.

Your breathing became frantic.

His other hand finally found it's way stroking over the still covered part between your legs, this had you squirming again, arching your back to lean into his touch for more friction to relieve the burning, gettin more urgent by the second.

You moaned desperately.

He chukled deeply breathing against the inside of your thigh, pressing his thump against the little bundle of nerves, palpable through the lace of your lingerie, caressing it in small circles.

You pulled the air between your teeths hissing, tilting your head to the side you moaned silently, while you grabbed his sheets with both hands to hold on to something.

His face came down between your legs replacing his circling thump with his mouth, he placed his lipps ontop of your lace coverd clit, his hands went under your legs to take off your panties.

You whimpered while his lipps left your core for a second, just to come back to leap over your bare, wet entrance with his eager tongue, sucking on your sensitive nub pulling a loud moan out of you.

One of your hands found it's way into his hair and feeling yourselfe getting close, you pressed your core against his face, pulling his hair while your thighs startet to shake. He pushed his tongue into you and just like this you were falling over the edge.

You came heavily, curling your toes, your walls clenching down, you screamed out your release.

He fucked you with his tongue until the quivering of your legs indicated your overstimulation.

You took a deap breath overwhelmed by the power of your high.

Grinning like a cat he placed himself ontop of you, you welcomed his weight grounding you a little.

He watched your face stroking some hair behind your ear before he kissed you tenderly.

His kiss brought back the fire and left you breathless.

You wapped one leg around his middle, his one hand held it in place, supporting your movement.

The next moment you used the advantage of him supporting his own weight with only one hand and the angle of your alredy partly twisted body to rolle him over.

He had not expected the movement and landed on his back, a surprised sound escaping his lips.

You chuckled mischievously as you lay on top of him, positions reversed.

He huffed in mock outrage and nuzzeling his face into your neck he nipped at your skin.

You pulled back and seated your bare core directly over the bulge in his underpants, rocking back and forth slowly, teasing.

He threw his head back into the pillows and growled deaply, his hands on your hipps trying to press you harder onto his throbbing center.

You liked the power you had over this man.

Pulling back further you scratched your nails over his upper body until your fingers reached the waistband of his underpants.

You pulled the last piece of fabric separating you down his hipps and threw it off the bed.

Looking back down you finally were able to take in the full glory of this incredible man.

His huge member was standing on full attention, bobbing slightly.

Your core tightened by the sight of his size, you could feel wettnes running down your thigh.

You took him into your hand, breathing a barely restrained moan, it was hardly possible for you to enclose him with your fingers.

Under his heated gaze you slowly began to stroke him.

Leaning in you opend your mouth licking over his swolen tip, collecting the precum pouring out.

He groaned grabing his sheets to hold on tightly.

You licked it's entire length before you started to take him into your mouth.

His breathing went shallow, interrupted by throaty moans.

You let him slide into your mouth until his tip touched the back of your throat before you started to suck him, giving all you had.

His hand shot to the back of your head, his back lifting from the mattress as he gasped.

You slowed down as you felt him getting closer, his whole body tensed before he gently pushed you away.

He turned you on your back, his chest heaving heavily as he leaned over you for a moment to catch his breath.

He shook his head with a grinn, "that was damn close hunny" he chuckled deaply "but this is not over, I'm going to have my way with you, you'll see" he growled.

He suddenly held a condom in his hand, tore it open with his teeth and quickly slipped it on.

He lined himself up with your core and stroke himselfe a few times while wetting his tip with your essence.

You moaned in anticipation, your breath catching as he finally pushed himselfe in.

"So wet for me" he growled. "Damn sweetheart you're so fucking thight".

He held himself still, trying not to hurt you as much as he tried not to cumm immediately, as if it was his first time.

It was really hard not to buck your hips against his to urge him to move.

"Don't dare you do this" he grumbled as he felt your desire.

You didn't moved a muscle.

He pushed forward the last inch, completely bottoming out.

You moaned clutching his shoulders.

"You're so pretty moaning for me like this" he said leaning down to capture your mouth with a passionate kiss.

He pulled out and pushed in again, you were moaning in unison by the time he had settled to a devastating rhythm.

You could feel the next climax approaching fast.

Your fingernails clawed his back, leaving red marks on his skin as your walls started to clamp down on him. He grunted trying to hold his release back a little longer while riding out your high.

You were screaming out his name with your pleasure, your eyes shut, you swear you literally could see stars.

Chris cursed, your clenching walls took away all his self-control.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" he groaned.

His hips jerked out of rythm before he planted himselfe deep inside you one last time, twitching with his release.

His head fell forward as he came down from his high.

Slowly pulling out, he straightened into a kneeling position and ran both hands through his slightly damp hair. "This was just…" he paused, supporting his weight on his thighs, searching for the right word "damn fucking incedible" he said, chuckling hoarsly.

You had your palmes paused over your eyes, half way to run your hands trough your hair too and could only nod in agreement.

He went to the bathroom to get rid of the condom and to clean himself.

By the time he climbed back into bed beside you, you were almost asleep, curled up on your side and hugging a pillow.

He curled up around you snuggled close, hugging you as you hugged the pillow.

You felt warm and comfortable as you quickly drifted off into a deep sleep.

…

You woke up after what felt like two hours, but what more likely had been about four.

You blinked into the already full risen sun, shining trough a window directly into your face.

Your mouth was dry as hell, but besides that you actually felt not that bad at all.

You tried to remember how you had ended up in this huge compfortable bed, in a room full of bright colores.

Laying on your back, you tried to observe as much as you could, moving as little as possible.

There was a high ceiling covered with light wood panels up to the roof.

You saw windows in the celing and all around the room, with open curtains, you could see all kinds of green shining in from what you asumed had to be the garden.

At the opposide end of the room was a white paneled wall with a tv hanging in the middle and a fireplace underneath. There were some wooden nightstands, next to the bed out of grey fabric, some kind of exercise equipment was scattered on the floor in one corner of the room.

Handsome Dodger slept curled up at the foot of the bed.

You slowly turned to your side, watching the beautiful man, fast asleep beside you and wondered how in God's name you had earned the pleasure to spend the night with him.

You knew for a fact that it was a one-time thing, someone like him would hardly get involved in anything serious with a fling from a party even tho you had met before. You had no illusions that all the beautiful words he had whisperd into your ear had been anything other than a means to an end, a very good one admittedly, but a means nonetheless.

You sighed softly, still looking at his face slightly wrinkled from sleep, while you decided to leave before he woke up, to save you both the embarrassment of the morning after.

You slid out of bed and gathered your belongings scattered around the room, while trying to be as quiet as possible not to wake either of the boys.

As you opened the bedroom door, you heard a soft huffing sound behind you and turned slowly, holding your breath, to see who you had awakened in your attempt to get away unnoticed.

Dodgers big dark eyes watched you almost accusingly.

You exhaled in relief and were amused by his expressive face.

"I'm sorry Dodg but I have to go" you whispered with an apologetic smile.

The dog whined once very softly and then layed his big head back on his crossed front paws, looking a bit sad. You had a feeling he knew he had to be quiet so as not to wake Chris.

You tapped down the hall towards the front door, dressing as you walked, finally grabbed your shoes and opened the door to leave.

You couldn't resist the urge to glance back over your shoulder at the sight of the entrance to the house, you would probably never enter again. You were glad you had had the chance to spend a magical night with the man of your dreams. It had been more than you had ever imagined and you were ready to return to your more or less normal life and let the dream become again what it was, just a dream.

You called a cab and on your way home you thanked who ever had granted you this incredible night.

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