Brooklyn laughed, looking at the center.

St. Regis Travel Center.

Famed for it's free Montana Trout Aquarium.

While it was impressive, in it's own way, it was, at it's base... a truck stop.

This was further evidenced by the fact that most of the lot was filled with long haul truckers and their rigs. There was the odd RV placed here and there, like their own was parked. The parking spots in front of the building were occupied by loaded cars, and mini vans.

Steve came around from the back of the RV, where he had been checking that the bike was still secure. He had been worried, the drive from Missoula to St. Regis, that he hadn't secured it properly. It would have been a hitch in their travels if the bike had been damaged. He wasn't sure, he had explained, if there was anyone near by that was capable of fixing the bike.

So, after he had helped her out of the RV, he had pressed a kiss to her head, and gone to check it.

"Everything okay?" She asked, adjusting the strap of her messenger bag.

"Yup." He grinned. "All secure. Just reassuring myself, really. We ready?"

"Yup." She grinned back. "They have an aquarium."
"So the sign says." He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, keeping pace with her, as they started making their way across the parking lot. "You feeling okay?"
She frowned a little. He had been asking that off and on, since they had left Missoula. Which, considering the drive was a little less than two hours, with the traffic, was a bit irritating.

Maybe it had to do with the fact that as soon as they had gotten back to the RV, he had picked her up and put her on the counter, taken off her shorts and panties, and fucked her roughly. There had been an edge to it, that had been almost as erotic as the actual act itself. She had grabbed both the edge of the counter, and the cabinet behind her head to brace herself, given his grip on her hips and thigh, worried he was going to pull her off completely in his effort to get as deep as possible. In the end, he had placed his hand on her neck, and the squeezing he had used to restrict her air had made her eyes roll back in her head, her whole body shaking with the orgasm.

When he had finished, after making sure she had cum several times, he had kissed her gently, whispered words of love and affection, then kept her there, while he cleaned her up gently. As if he was apologetic about needing to have her, right then and there.

But it wasn't long after that, that he had started to ask her if she was feeling okay.

He had coupled this question with a kiss to her hand, or a gentle rub of her knee.

Not really new behavior from Steve, who had always seemed to want to make sure she was okay with everything and anything they were doing. But still, it was... a bit much.

"I'm fine, Steve." She told him, keeping the confusion and irritation from the constant questioning from her voice.

He nodded, with a rub to her shoulder, reaching for the door. He held it open, letting her proceed him, before following.

She paused, moving to be out of everyone's way, as she looked around, deciding what to do first.

They were in the gift shop, and while it wasn't filled with people, it wasn't exactly empty either.

Deciding it was best to just jump in, she moved forward, browsing. Steve followed, taking a moment to pick up a basket, before staying right near her. Almost on top of her.

She frowned at him, over her shoulder. "Are you okay?"
"Fine, Babydoll." He smiled, bending down to kiss her temple, before brushing his nose against her hair. "Just staying close. Don't want to lose you in here."

She blinked, before looking around the open floor plan of the gift shop, confused. How could he lose her in here? Yes, she was short, through no fault of her own, but it wasn't like he wasn't so damn tall he wouldn't have been able to easily look over one of the shelving units and see her. She decided to drop it, not wanting to start a verbal fight in public, when there was so much to SEE.

Brooklyn walked slowly along the shelves and displays, occasionally picking things up and commenting on them, laughing at some. Steve was quick to hold out the basket, if she indicated she wanted it, or had an idea for who it would be good for. He rarely commented, but occasionally picked up things himself, putting them in the basket along with her choices.

"I've been thinking." He began, as she was looking at the shirts, trying to see if any of them struck a chord with her over her own tastes, or for someone else they knew.
"There you go again, using tools you aren't equip to." She comment absently, pausing on one, with a brown bear on it, and the state's name in bold, capital letters. "I think this would be good for Sam."

"He'd like anything you gave him, Babydoll." He rested his chin on her head. "And I know how to think."
"Don't do it enough, in my opinion." She sighed, as she searched for a shirt in Sam's size, before finding one, and putting it in the basket. "But continue."

"Well, we could eat dinner here, at their diner. This is a truck stop, so we can set up for the night. It's a gas station, so we can fuel up in the morning. We can even have breakfast here in the morning." He suggested, reaching down to tuck the shirt in more securely in the basket. "I'm suggesting we spend the night here."

"Oh." She tilted her head, before turning to look at him. "Are you tired of driving? I didn't think we had done much of it today."
"Well, yes and no." He shrugged. "Yes, in the aspect that we've been going from place to place. No, in the aspect of time. We really haven't been driving a lot. Just.. a bit. And it's our one week anniversary. I kind of would like to be settled, earlier, so I can spend the rest of the evening focused on you."

She nodded slowly, before thinking about it. She didn't see the need, like he obviously did, on which day it was. Yes, it had been a week since they had gotten married, putting a legal and legitimate seal on their relationship. Her ownership of him was secure.

Brooklyn stopped, reaching out to pick up a figurine touting the greatness of fishing, looking it over.

Her ownership of Steve was legalized, a week ago today. This day, a week ago... she had made a vow to him, and that God of his, that she would be his wife in this world, and the next. She had slipped a ring on his finger, and laid claim to him before everyone watching.

Maybe she could understand why he wanted to mark the day.

"Do we even know anyone who fishes?" Steve asked, watching her handle the figure.

She shook her head, putting it back. "No. It was interesting. So, you would like to stay here tonight?"
"I was thinking it would be a good idea. Give us time to enjoy the drive through the passes, tomorrow. Or at least, be able to see them."

She nodded. It did sound like a great idea. "I've never been this far northwest, I think, in this country."
"I've been to Spokane, and Seattle." He told her. "During the War, with the USO show. They were nice. Good crowds. But I know that the areas have grown a lot since then. It'll be nice to see how much it's changed."
"There was a huge boom, in the seventies and eighties." she recalled, from her reading on the areas. "And then Seattle had another one, in the late nineties, and early two thousands. The Dot Com boom. Amazon, Microsoft, Starbucks... Boeing. The big four, in the area, I think. A lot of the owners of those companies funneled a lot of money into the area. And they hired mainly locals, so people moved closer to the cities, as their incomes increased. They built large campuses for their business to work in. With the concept of... keeping their employees close, and happy."

"I remember flying in a B-25 Mitchell." Steve commented. "It was a good plane."

"Well, many of the aircraft makers during that time survived the fall out of the Great Depression, by brokering military contracts at the start of the War. It put a great deal of the country back to work, before they joined the military for the effort, and continued by employing the female and non military members, effectively starting the boom during and after the war. Many of the companies had not fulfilled their contracts by the end of the War. As such, they continued to make for the government afterwards." She picked up a pair of salt and pepper shakers designed as rainbow trout. "It led to many investigations of those companies, accusing them of war-profiteering. Howard was also accused of this."

"Yeah. I read that." His voice changed, to one of... repressed anger? She blinked turning to look at him. "He was a damn good man. Brilliant. Hell, he's one of the reasons I'm standing here, right now. If he hadn't managed to figure things out with Erskine, I wouldn't... there would have been no Project Rebirth. And God knows he worked tirelessly on how to break down Schmidt's weapons. War profiteering. Jesus fucking Christ."
"There was reason. Many of the contracts that had been awarded to Stark Industries, and Howard, had not been filled, by the end of the War. In many cases, they had not even been begun. So, the concept that they had taken the contracts, with the intention of never fulfilling them is valid." She turned back, setting the shakers down. "The aspect that they managed to end the War, when they did, did not seem to enter into many of the insinuators heads, when they accused the companies. I believe Howard Hughes was also caught up in these investigations, as well. They were not focused solely on our Howard."

"I met Hughes one time. Seemed cagey as fuck." Steve announced. "Didn't like him. Squirrely. Seemed brilliant, but... Jesus... couldn't meet me in the eyes."

She moved down the shelf, looking at the themed items. "Given his now documented mental health issues, it is not surprising."

"I guess." He huffed, not letting her get too far, before he was right near her, nearly on top of her. "Still, don't trust a man I can't look in the eye."

"No doubt to your preternatural need to read someone's eyes. Similar to what I do, I would imagine." She murmured, absently, as she looked at a ceramic trout, with it's mouth open, standing on it's tail... with toothpicks in it's mouth. "What is this for?"
"Toothpick holder. What do you mean, need to read someone's eyes?" He asked, shifting the basket in his hand to the other.

"You're like me. You can gauge a person's movements in a fight, or otherwise, by their eyes. The movement of their pupils, and the movement of their actual eyes. The flickering of their lashes. The welling of moistness, indicating pain or sorrow. It is a really great way to mark a person, and their intent. Why do you need a holder for toothpicks?" She reached out and pushed it slightly. The thing stood steady.

"I don't." He sighed. "I didn't realize I was doing the eye reading thing."

"You wouldn't. It's a natural response. Our brains do it, without thinking." She shrugged, moving on. "I mean, I guess I was lucky enough to have it explained to me, early on? It's like... how your attention bounces around, a million times in a fight. Noting everything and at the same time, nothing, unless it's an absolute threat."
"That I've noticed." He sounded surprised. "It's our brains?"

"Has no one..." she turns, looking at him, a little horrified. "Not even Banner explained this to you?"

"He mentioned something about the Primal brain?" Steve shrugged.
"Okay..." She took a deep breath. "Ask me when we're back in the RV. This isnt.. this isn't the type of conversation we need to have in public."

"Sure." He nodded, kissing her head. "So, shopping?"
"Then the aquarium." She nodded, sighing.

**********

Steve sat at the table, pulling the items out of the bag, while she sucked on the straw stuck in the huckleberry milkshake, watching him.

After their shopping spree at the gift shop, which included a lot of items from the huckleberry line, so much so that Steve had to make a trip out to the RV to put them away as to ensure their hands weren't full, they had gone to the famous aquarium. While it wasn't huge, it was fun. The trout were kept in various tanks, showing the life cycle, and displaying the information about the local fish. It explained why the trout was important to the area, and why this was a huge fishing tourist area.

Steve had read ever placard placed, commenting often on them, as she pointed out things.

Then, they had gone to the diner.

The Huck's Grill didn't have a huge menu. But what it did have seemed to be good, based on the people who had ordered. Steve had suggested that instead of sitting in the diner and eating, they order to go, eat in the RV, and then try their luck at the casino also attached to the travel center.
Brooklyn had agreed, and had started picking over the menu, trying to figure out what she wanted, when he reminded her that she owed him a win, for the dinner at the Grille the night before. A win he hadn't claimed, yet. She had wrinkled her nose, but agreed, letting him choose her meal.

In the end, after much thought apparently, he had settled on the Huck's Signature burger for her, complete with making it deluxe, with tomatoes, onions, lettuce, asking them to keep the pickles off the burger, and opting for tater tots, as opposed to fries. He went with the Montana Burger, also asking for all the fixings, with the barbecue sauce on the side, and ordering the fries for himself. But he wasn't done. He ordered onion rings, and a chicken salad for them to share, with the dressing on the side. Milkshakes and Huckleberry lemonade were added to the order.

The person had just nodded, rang them up, gave them a total, and waited for payment. No comment, no nothing, on anything they had ordered. Once the transaction was completed, he handed them their number, and wished them safe travels.

After waiting a bit, their order number was called, and Steve went up to the counter to collect the white bags of food, and the drink holder with their drinks. Smiling at her, he led her back to the RV.

She had darted around him, pulling the keys out of his pocket to unlock the door, then climbed in before him, reaching out to take the drinks so he had a hand free to use as he climbed in as well.
Steve urged her to take a seat at the table, setting the bags of food down, before going back and making sure the door had shut behind them, and locking it.

Now, he was seated across from her, smiling as he set the food down for them to eat.

"I can smell that sauce, already." He commented, as he put her burger, the box open and ready, in front of her. She reached out, taking a tater tot, popping the crispy potato in her mouth. Watching him, she chewed as he prepared his own meal, before he gave a sound in his throat, settling in, and picking up his burger. He took a huge bite, looking at the burger as he chewed.

He set the burger down, picking up some fries, nodding. "Really good. You gonna try yours?"

"I was watching you." She told him, picking her own up, taking a bite. As she chewed, she paid attention to the flavors. The meat was just this side of underdone. Still juicy. The cheese was thick, melted. And the sauce on the burger went well. There was the hint of the berry flavor, but it wasn't overwhelming.

"it's good." She announced, taking another bite. As she did, the sauce and a tomato slipped out the backside of the burger, landing with a plop on the wax paper in the take out box. She looked at it, before shrugging and turning the burger around, licking the dripping sauce.

Steve started to laugh.

"What?" She asked, bringing a finger up to suck it clean.

"Just.. it's amazing watching you eat. I love it." He shook his head. "It's like... in some way, I've provided for you. And that is.. really, a masculine pleasure."

She pondered this, as she took another bite. "So." She began, with her mouth full. "It's sexual?"
"Very." He nodded, taking another bite, wiping his mouth with a napkin balled up in one hand. "It's like how part of my satisfaction when we have sex comes from how good I can make you feel."

"Well." She swallowed. "You should be very satisfied. Because you make me feel really good."

He grinned wider, taking a fuller bite, his cheeks puffing out slightly as he chewed. There was that boyish quality that Kitty and Nat kept commenting on. Brooklyn had seen it, before. When he was playing with Juliana, often.

He would sit on the floor with her, listening to the long and complicated stories she was making up, about her toys, asking questions, and correcting himself when she scolded him if he didn't follow her storyline.

Brooklyn had seen it when he was doing something with them, that he was more excited to see their reactions about, then enjoying it himself. Like the zoo during Juliana's birthday, last year. He had spent more time watching them, then he had the animals. Even the petting zoo, when he had helped Juliana feed some of the animals, he had watched the little girl, smiling and enjoying her wonder and discovery.

It had been on his face, for a while, in the past few days, during their travels. He would look at her, and there would be this.. boyish look of enjoyment. Like her experience and enjoyment tripled his own.

They continued to eat, making sounds of appreciation, until nothing but crumbs were left. And after that, they settled in, drinking their milkshakes and lemonade. She felt the slight turning as the acid hit the milk product, but ignored that. She had never been sick before, and she knew it was never going to happen, no matter what she ate or drank.

The joy of the serum embedded in her genes and blood.

"So." Steve began, sipping on his lemonade, leaning back in his seat. "Tomorrow, Idaho and Washington?"

"That's the plan." She nodded, rubbing at a water spot on the table. "A few days in Washington."
She paused, then, thinking. A few days in Washington meant that they would possibly be there for his birthday.
"Speaking of a few days..." She looked at him. "We'll be there for the Fourth."
Steve paused, before frowning. "Oh."

"Maybe..." She paused again, before speaking as her brain worked. "We can camp, somewhere in the Olympic forest. Be away from people. The fireworks... stuff like that. I mean, we can stop and... pick up things. For your birthday. I guess I forgot. I don't have anything to give you as a gift. Maybe you can let me do some shopping...in Seattle? A few hours... just to find you a surprise? I know that's expected, right?"

He reached across the table, taking one of her hands, rubbing the back of it with his thumb gently. "Honestly, Brooklyn... the best gift I have ever received this year, by far... has been you. You, becoming my wife. Juliana as my little sister. Us starting a life together. Hell, even the house is a gift. I mean, it's ours. We own it. It's going to be ours, for years to come. And we're gonna make it a home. A safe one. For us... our family..." He brought her hand up, kissing her fingers. "Whatever shape that family takes."

She blinked, before she bit her lip. She knew what he meant by that. Steve wanted a family. A real family. With children. He wanted children. And though he swore he wouldn't pressure her, it occasionally slipped out. During sex, he would sometimes get just a little bit more excited, if she begged and pleaded for him to fill her with his cum. The fact that the concept... the idea... the fucking hint of getting her pregnant was enough to tip him over hard, was well and truly obvious to her.
He had made no qualms about admitting it to her, right from the beginning. He got off on the idea of her becoming pregnant.
A fetish, he had explained.

One she often fed.

She blinked one more time, before smiling, returning to the subject. "Still. I would like to try to find something material. Even a shirt. Or... I don't know.. a tie."
"Brooklyn..." He grinned, before shaking his head. "How often have you seen me wear a tie?"

"Well..." She paused, before nodding. "A few times."
"A few times. I don't need a tie." he told her gently. "I have what I need. I have you. That's all I need. I think that's all I've ever needed. In fact...."

He stood up slowly, still holding her hand, pulling her up to her feet.

"Speaking of needing you...." Steve bent his head, kissing her along her jaw, pausing to nip at it a few times. "I think I need you...right now, Babydoll... I think I need my wife, right now."

"Did you lock the door...?" She whispered, closing her eyes as the shivers inside started. The heat began to rise. Her body began to respond, and her nipples began to tingle. "Steve..."

"I locked it." He assured her, his hands finding her waist, his fingers massaging gently. "We're safe and sound. No one is going to bother us."
She wrapped her arms around his neck, chasing his lips with hers until they connected. She tasted the bite of the lemonade on his tongue, enjoying the way it melded with his own personal flavor, as his hands slid down to her hips, lifting her slightly off her feet. The unsual contrast sparked the heat that flushed over her body, making it feel like she was shivering under her skin. She didn't know how else to describe it. Like her body was feeling the aftershocks of being electrocuted, but without the pain. Just the jumping under her skin, running up and down, and settling to concentrate in her nipples and clit.

As if her skin was shrinking, even through the jumping, making her feel like she needed to rub against him to stretch it out. But even that seemed to make it worse when she tried. The tingling in her clit became a throb, and she felt like all those hidden spots up inside of her body shifted and flexed, preparing for his invasion and flooding.

"Steve..." She moaned, before sinking her teeth into his bottom lip. "I want you..."
"You have me..." He responded, setting her down. "And you're gonna have more of me in a bit."

He pulled away, pulling his shirt off, tossing it aside, as he backed up, dropping into one of the recliner style chairs. He licked his lips, as he began working at his belt and jeans.

She nodded, taking off her own shirt, reaching behind herself and undoing her bra. By the time he had his jeans open and pushed down, his cock standing proud for her, she had started to work on her shorts. She made quick work of them, kicking them and her panties aside, then going over to him. He helped her as she swung one leg over his leg, bracing her as she balanced, before settling on his thighs. She reached between their bodies, taking his cock in her hand, stroking it firmly.

"No foreplay?" She asked, leaning over to kiss him again. She didn't mind, if he didn't want any. There were times when part of the excitement and joy came from how quickly they went. The dirty feeling quickness of a fuck in between activities. She also enjoyed it when he took his time, working her up and up and up, until he pushed her over the edge, plunging her into the pool of pleasure that damn near drowned her. But there was something about the way he sometimes just... used her. Even if she gained pleasure from it, there was something in the way he moved, the way he strove, the way he strained to go as hard and quickly as he could.

"No foreplay." He told her. "I just need my wife, on my cock, bouncing away. Give me that, Babydoll... just that."
She nodded, shifting up, and placing his cock at the entrance of her pussy, before flexing her hips and starting to sink down. She let out a high pitched squeal, as the weight of her body forced his cock into her. Blinking, she grabbed his shoulders, noting that he was watching between their bodies. As she settled, she rocked her hips, groaning at the feel of him deep within her body.

"Shit..." He hissed, licking his lips, still looking between them. "There is something... fuck...I don't know... about being inside you, and seeing it at the same time..."

She nodded, kissing him again, before rotating her hips harder, feeling the almost stirring feeling inside her,before she used her grip on his shoulders to try and bounce.
Steve moved his hands, lifting the arms of the chair, and she took advantage of it, sliding her legs out, bracing herself on the floor with her toes. He even reached down, moving the back of the chair slightly, sliding down, and with that slight movement, she was able to bounce easier.

Making sure her hands were braced, she rolled her hips, rocking up and down, side to side, round and round, intent on chasing the pleasure that was licking at her skin like flames in a fire. She shifted slightly, using the new angle to make sure her clit was stimulated properly through her movements. She felt sounds leaving her, her eyes blinking rapidly as the flush across her body raised even higher in temperature, the cool sensation of sweat breaking out over her body.

"That's it, Babydoll..." He encouraged, a hand falling on her backside to kneed it, another one coming to grip her breast tightly. "Work yourself on my cock... fuck, you're so fucking beautiful when you're like this... so fucking... Jesus..."

She felt his hips hunching up to meet hers, the movement inside her doubled by this. His grip on her body tightened, as a loud groan left him, before he seemed to suck in air and settle.
"Easy, Babydoll...." he hissed. "Don't work me to fast... I'll get there before you... don't want that..."

She nodded, feeling a whimper leave her. She was close. Closer than she had originally believed. But there was something in the way they were moving, the way they were touching... hell, even Steve's scent.. that had that knot of pleasure in the pit of her body tightening, more and more. Eventually it would snap, shattering the pleasure through her body, to the tips of her toes and fingers, right even to the ends of her hair it felt like.

Honestly, she sometimes wondered if her hair stood on end, with as often as Steve brushed it down after they had sex. She loved that he comforted her like that, when she still felt like she was on the verge of either melting or exploding into the very atoms that made up her cellular work. But sometimes she still wondered.

Maybe she'd forgo the post fucking cuddling, and sneak a peak at how her hair looked, afterwards.

He was pressing slightly on her chest, and she arched back, letting go of his shoulders to plant her hands on his knees behind herself, using the angle to tilt her hips, rocking and bouncing harder. His eyes slipped shut, his head dropping back, a loud sound leaving his parted lips.

"Ohhhh fuck, Brooklyn.... that's my girl... my beautiful Babydoll...." He opened his eyes a slit, the muscles in his jaw and cheek ticking. "So fucking perfect on my cock...Fucking perfection, fucking me like this. Yeah..." He inhaled deeply, his voice dropping. "Can't wait to fill you till it's running outta you..."

She felt a whimper leave her, trying to focus on the sensations. But Steve was distracting her, in his own way.

"Fuck, I can taste you on the back of my throat again..." He hissed, his hands turning hard on her body before softening. "Fucking honey on my tongue..."

She gasped, as the sudden roughness of his touch sparked her into flames. She threw her head back, her hips loosing their rhythm, as she crashed into the orgasm that had been sneaking up on her. Blinded by her body's response, she barely realized she had stilled completely.

She did feel Steve shifting, and lifting her, pulling out of her. Her feet dangled for a moment, and then the soft plush carpet was against her back. Her hands reached out blindly, landing on his head, her nails scratching at his hair, as he pulled her legs apart, and then tilted her lower body up.

Inhaling deeply, she opened her eyes, her body shivering with the after effects of her orgasm. He was dropping to his front, his head dipping between her legs, the scruff of his growing beard scratching along the soft insides of her thighs.
"So fucking sweet, Babydoll..." he muttered, as he darted his tongue out to swipe along her still trembling flesh. "So goddamn fucking sweet...."

His lips latched onto her clit, sucking hard, hi fingers tunneling into her, and stretching her as they flexed. She threw her head back, a pleading cry leaving her as he began to suck and lick her clit repeatedly, not following a pattern apparently. He seemed to be focused on tasting and teasing as much of her as possible. She reached down, her nails filing though his hair, before one latched on and the other slipped to her own thigh, pulling it up and open, making it easier for him to gain access to her. He showed his appreciation by shifting, pressing up against that thigh with his shoulder, and tilting his head, his tongue taking the place of his fingers, as his thumb began pressing and rubbing at her clit roughly. She could feel herself twitching internally, and tried to focus on the sensation, and was able to flex her muscles against his invading tongue.

He groaned, a long, loud animal sound, and began moving his tongue.

Whimpering, Brooklyn dug her nails in, a sharp pain in one finger making her yep, before she pushed the pain back ignoring it. The pleasure was too much and she wanted to focus on it, instead. Closing her eyes, she tried to breathe in time with Steve, using his open mouthed pants against her as a meter.

But she couldn't.

He was either breathing too hard and too fast for her, or she wasn't able to pace herself, as her body was demanding both more oxygen, and less, it seemed.

In the end, that didn't matter. It was either the movement of his thumb, combined with his tongue basically fucking her fast, that sent her over again.

She arched her head back, letting a sharp cry leave her as her body froze, the white hot blindness of pleasure arching through her. The pain in her finger added a sharp throb to it, making the joy and rapture that cascaded through her nerve endings that much sweeter. She could feel the jumping of the muscles in her legs. The sweat thickened on her, almost pooling in places as she tried to chase the fading enjoyment.

As soon as he felt her orgasm, Steve growled against her, before raising his head, still rubbing at her clit, using the fingers of his other hand to penetrate her and massage her along into a longer climax.
"That's it, Babydoll... give me that sweetness... fuck yes... there it is..." He urged, before dropping a kiss to her pubic bone, then climbing up her body.

"I can't..." She whimpered, as the touch of his skin along hers made her feel like she was to hyper sensitive. "I can't... no more..."
"Don't lie to me, Brooklyn...." He snarled, settling his hips between her thighs, reaching between then. "I know you can go for hours..."
He thrust into her, and she arched back, screaming once, before his hands planted themselves by her head, raising his upper body up. There was a flip of a switch in him, and he began thrusting into her, hard and fast, the soft carpet under her barely giving any cushion. But the way his hands were placed, his forearms kept her from sliding around. She reached down, grabbing his backside, groaning as she flexed her fingers, the irritating throb of the one finger making itself known, before subsiding again. She pulled him into her harder, and tighter, trying to keep him inside of her, when he went to shift on the out stroke.

He shook his head at her, licking his lips. "Greedy little slut..."
"Your slut..." She gasped. "Always yours."

"Yeah you are..." He bent down, not missing a beat, kissing her hard, before lifting his head and staring down at her. "And my slut knows she's going to cum as often as I want her to."

She whined, trying to shift her legs to cage him. He was too much, right now. There was too much. In her, around her, above her... just too much. It hurt, and it felt good. It was scary, and it was comforting. Deep inside there was that pang, every time he pushed in.
It was hurting.. but it felt good. So good. Too good.

She arched up against him, her body plunging into orgasm, the scream that tried to leave her cut off as she gurgled, her throat thick and the saliva in her mouth dribbling. She watched him, as much as she could, as the fuzzy lights trickled into her peripheral vision. Like she was too close bomb as it detonated. The shock wave battered at her body, and the tinnitus rang in her ears.

But instead of the danger associated with such comparisons, she only felt pleasure, happiness, love... desire.

He groaned, continue to move in her, fucking her as if his life depended on it.

In many ways, if often felt like he did that. As if he didn't get deep enough into her, for as long as he could, something would go wrong.
She wondered if it had to do with how close they had come to losing everything, in January. If maybe, that time when she had tried to protect him from herself, believing they had only come together because of her pheromones, had left a standing scar that still hadn't healed all the way, inside him. Perhaps it was a hang over from his time in the ice, having gone asleep when he had so many people around him who cared, only to wake up to find them either dead, or so old they couldn't or didn't recognize him anymore. His past had aged, and died. And his future had felt cold, and alone.
He had found the comfort in one of the only forms that made sense to him. Sex with women. Asserting his dominance, playing his games, feeding his fetish, he had attempted to fill the hole that had been growing inside him, since he had woken up. Then he had a moment of brief hope, upon finding out that her Papa had been alive, even if Papa had been sent out to kill him. With that hope, he had felt a renewed sense of purpose.
Bring her Papa home, and help him.

Instead, in the process of that, he had found her and Jules, and that focus changed.

Instead of just trying to help them, keep them safe, he had made them his own family.

She reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him, as he moved, the urge to comfort and soothe him through his own desperation stronger than any urge to orgasm again. This was her man. Her love. Her husband. In so many ways, he was hers, now and for all eternity, according to the law of that magical sky god that he and her Papa believed in.

He had promised so many things, when they had gotten married, repeating after the priest. But the biggest one, the one she focused on, was that he promised to be hers.
He groaned, before lifting his head, breaking their kiss. "Close, Babydoll... so fucking close..."
She blinked, and he shifted, wrapping his arms around hers, pinning her arms to her side, bear hugging her, as his hips became almost brutal in their pace and depth. The slight pain she often felt, deep inside, became stronger, sharper. She would have made noise, if she had been able to. His grip on her kept her from drawing too deep a breath, and instead, squeaks left her with every stroke, until he shuddered, his body going still, before he gave several deep, hard thrusts, then he pressed his cock up into her, as far as he could, as his cock thumped and jumped inside her.
"Fucking filling you...." He groaned, his voice dark and harsh. "Fucking flooding you, Babydoll... my good girl... my fucking wife...."
She squeaked, as her legs began to shake, before the shaking transformed into a sharp and quick orgasm, her body collapsing around his cock, before pleasure sent it's thrill through her.

He eased his grip on her, and she inhaled deeply, before a sob left her, the shaking that had been in her legs, coming out in her hands. She clutched at his shoulders, as he melted on top of her, her breath, just recently caught, flushed out of her, before he reached out and brushed hair out of her face with a tender hand.
"Shit, Brooklyn..." He panted. "You're going to fucking kill me, one day, with as good as you feel, when we fuck."

She laughed, reaching up to touch his cheek under his eye. "Really? I don't want that... should I just lay there, limp, while you heave over me?"
"God, no!" He looked insulted, shaking his head. "Don't ever do that! I want you to enjoy it! I need you to enjoy it! I wouldn't enjoy it, half as much, if you weren't participating!"
She laughed harder, bringing a hand up to press the back of it to her eyes, before taking a deep breath, sliding a shaking leg along his. She had to make the point, about the camping out in the woods for his birthday, even if it had led to him behind distracted by the idea of what games they could play once they were there. "Steve...?"
"Yeah, Babydoll?" He asked, reaching down to tug the leg up over his hip, shifting in her.
"I asked..." She gasped another laugh out, before steadying her breath. "I asked about the... camping..."
"Because you wanted privacy." The satisfaction in his voice was very thick, almost physically present.
"Well, yes..." laughter slipped from her. "But... also, because I know.. the fireworks?"
"The fireworks?" He paused, before laughing himself. "The fireworks?"

Brooklyn nodded, before pulling her hand away from her eyes, cupping his cheek with it, stroking his skin with her thumb. "I know... the loud noises? Like thunder? I know.. I was trying to avoid it?"
"Oh." He gave her a soft smile, before bending down and kissing her. "I'm more than okay with it. We can avoid the fireworks, if you want."
"I do." She nodded, smiling gently at him, still stroking his skin with her thumb. "I want you to enjoy this birthday. No worries."

"Brooklyn Rogers," His voice was firm, but loving. "I have you. How could I not enjoy my birthday, for the first time in years? You're my wife. My beautiful, wonderful, Babydoll."

He laid on her, gently, then kissed her, enveloping her in his taste and scent.
********

Steve re-parked their RV, for the night.

He told her, as he did it, that he wanted to make sure they were out of the way of people who wanted to come and go, as the night went on, as well as maybe pop out the bedroom, so they had more room. He didn't mind not putting out the pop outs, most times, but tonight, he wanted the room in the bedroom. He also discussed hooking up the water, so they could use the washer and dryer in the bathroom, rather than try and find a laundromat again. Nothing against doing their laundry, when they could, outside of the RV, but the point was, if there was nothing available, that they be able to do so on their own. She made a non-committal noise, not really caring.

She had enjoyed doing the laundry a the campground.

Once he was happy with where they were parked, he kissed her on the cheek, and told her he was going to go get some huckleberry ice cream, before the shop closed. He locked the door behind himself, and she laughed a little, as she cleaned up the mess from their dinner, before shifting through the bags from their shopping.
She decided, rather suddenly, to organize gifts by person.
She chose places in the RV, and designated them, in her mind, which place was for which person. This made it slightly easier, she felt, to see what she had for each person, and that she was able to make sure everyone had something.
She was stuffing a bear with a Montana shirt on it, in a cupboard when Steve unlocked the door and climbed inside, smiling.
"I figure, once we're done with our ice cream, we can go check out the casino." He suggested, carrying the containers over to the table, and setting them down, opening them and sticking spoons in them. "Huckleberry sundaes. Huckleberry ice cream, with white chocolate chips, huckleberry syrup, and whipped cream. Canned." He sat down, watching her, taking a big spoonful and shoving it in his mouth, before speaking around the ice cream. "Whadderdoin'?"

"I'm organizing our gifts." She rolled her eyes at him. "By person. This cupboard, is for Jules, so far."
He nodded slowly, working the ice cream in his mouth before swallowing. "You think we're going to be getting that much?"
"Well, with a few notable exceptions, the storage under the RV is empty. If I know Kitty...she fully expected us, or me, to shop as much as possible, during our honeymoon." She shrugged. "And yes, I think a lot of it is going to be for us. But it will also help me remember who is getting what."
"Makes sense." He nodded, pushing the second container towards her. "Eat it, before it melts."
She grinned, reaching out and grabbing it, taking a spoonful and putting it in her mouth, before the flavor hit her, and she moaned. "Oh, fuck."
"Uh huh." He grinned, taking another bite. "That's what I thought."

She continued to put things away, occasionally answering his questions about the items and the people they were for, in between bites. Soon, was scraping the bottom of the container, a slight pout forming on her lip, as she realized there wasn't anymore to get out of the container.
"That was good." She commented, as she sighed and turned to put the container in the garbage. "Like, really good."
"We'll get some more, if they're open in the morning." He promised. "But for now, why don't you make sure you have what you need, and we'll go see about some legal gambling."
She nodded, before turning to look at him. "We could."

"I thought you wanted to." He tilted his head slightly.
"Well, we're going to Las Vegas. And that's legal gambling, too." She reached down, pulling at the bottom of her tank top slightly. "And it is nighttime."

"it is. He agreed. "So, you want to give gambling in Montana a pass?"
"I was thinking, we could lay in bed, watch a movie, and maybe... just... sleep?" She gave him as shy a smile as she could muster. "It is still our one week anniversary."

"It is." He stood up slowly. "So, put out the bedroom pop out, and watch a movie?"
"Yeah." She nodded, reaching out a hand to him. "And in the morning, we'll see if they're selling more of that huckleberry ice cream."

"That sounds like a plan I can get behind." He grinned, taking her hand, letting her tug him to the bedroom, pausing to push a few buttons on the control panel, causing the sound of the bedroom pop out to motor out. "In fact, that sounds like a plan I might have come up with."
She sorted. "I doubt it. It doesn't involve you doing something dangerously stupid. Like anything involving you. Really."

He laughed, as she pulled him all the way to the moving bedroom. "What movie were you thinking of?"

"Something interesting." She told him. "Maybe something we can ignore, halfway through."
****

She woke up when Steve climbed out of the bed, letting out a little sound as he pulled the sheet up over her.
"Shhh, I'll be right back." He told her, kissing her gently, before leaving the bedroom, shutting the sliding door behind him.

She lay on her side, shutting her eyes, and letting herself drift as she listened to him. He was making coffee, by the sound of it, but he was also making something else. She could hear him humming softly, as he opened cupboards, and the fridge, and stirring, and slicing, and chopping, and cooking. The scent of eggs cooking.
Omlets. He was making omlets.
She smiled, reaching up to take his pillow and pull it closer.
Potatoes, too, by the scent.

She rolled over onto her back, staring at the ceiling as she listened to her husband cook breakfast.
Last night, after putting on documentary series on the life of the medieval person, they had practiced a little foreplay, before Steve pulled out a few of their more favorite toys, and they had a much satisfying night. Sleep came to them as they cuddled.

Now, he was making her breakfast.

She smiled, before sighing, letting the happiness sink into her, and around her. This was a perfect moment, right now, that she wanted to let go on forever. Laying in bed, listening to her husband as he hummed, and cooked. She shifted slightly, as the urge to use the bathroom hit her, and she sat up, sighing.

Moving the sheet out of the way, she climbed off the bed, going into the bathroom, using the facilities, washing her hands, and coming back to the bedroom, as Steve opened the door, plates on one arm, a smile on his face.
"Back in bed." He ordered happily, taking one of the plates in one hand, holding it out. "Can't have breakfast in bed, if you aren't in bed."
There was actually logic in that statement, she thought, as she followed his bidding, climbing back on the bed and pulling the sheet over her lap. She wouldn't tell him that, though.

She didn't want him to think he was actually getting better about using logic.

"So, what's for breakfast?" She asked, instead, smiling at him.

"Eggs, toast, bacon... and a little sliced fruit." He told her, handing her a plate, setting the other one down on the bedside table, before leaning over and kissing her. "I'll go get your coffee, Babydoll... give me just a moment."

She watched him, picking up the fork he hand placed on the plate, poking at the eggs. They were covered in cheese, and the black flakes of pepper were visible.
"Did you already salt and pepper these?" She asked, stabbing a bite.

"Yes." He answered, returning with two coffee cups, holding one out to her. "Chocolate flavored creamer, and three spoon fulls of sugar."

She couldn't help smiling at him, as she took it, taking a sip, and humming as the taste flowed over her tongue. "Perfect, Steve."

He beamed, as he sat on the bed, reaching for his plate. "You watch. I'm going to become the perfect house husband around. No one else in Esopus is gonna compare."
She frowned, turning to set her coffee cup down on her bedside table, before taking her first bite. "I'm not asking you to be a house husband, Steve. I mean, I know you're going to have responsibilities with the team. That's... I kind of already expected it."

"I can still help out a lot more." He tilted his head a little. "I'm not going to be fighting New York city traffic, getting to the facility and back. We're what... fifteen minutes... a twenty minute, max, drive from the facility? Less if I speed? In the case of an emergency, it's a lot easier than the apartment."
"Still..." She took a bite of the fruit, chewing. "I'm not expecting to come home from class, or whatever, to find you on your hands and knees scrubbing the floor."
"I'll still do that." He grinned at her. "But yeah. The point is, Brooklyn, that we're doing this so I can be home more, and not have to rush as often if I have to. I hope to have a somewhat stable schedule, while training the team. What I promised you, I will keep. I will be home with you, to help raise and take care of Juliana. I will be there, Babydoll, when you need me to be. I made you this promise, back in March, and I plan on keeping it."

She stared at her plate, poking at the cheese covered eggs. "I'm not... I don't expect you to, Steve. I know... that there are sometimes things that happen... that are bigger than a promise to a woman and little girl."

He shifted, his hand landing on her wrist, before tugging, making her drop her fork, bringing her hand up to his mouth, kissing the back of it.
"Brooklyn Rogers, I made a promise before our family, our friends, and God, to love and honor you. Above and before all others. I'm pretty sure that precludes a lot of situations, that my work may include." He told her sternly, holding her gaze. "One day, we're going to bring your father home. And I'm going to have a hard enough of a time meeting his eyes, with me having made you my wife, and him knowing damn well what that involves. I'll never be able to meet his eyes, and have him give his approval of our marriage, if I can't even keep the promise I made to you, before God, in a church, with a priest. So, there's that. And that doesn't even go into the knowledge that if I can't do that, if I can't keep that promise to you, than I will never be the type of husband you need, let alone the one you deserve. So, yes. There might be times when I have to leave you and Jules. To go save the fucking world, because there are bigger idiots than me in charge of things, and they insist on fucking ruining everything. But... that doesn't mean that I won't be carrying you, in some small way, with me, as I do it. And that doesn't mean that I won't be rushing back to you, as soon as that Quinjet sets down. That I'm not going to try to make it to every parent teacher meeting, or school play, or doctor's appointment. That I'm going to shrug, and say, 'oh well, they'll understand', when it pisses me the fuck off, that I'm called to save a fucking ungrateful world, when it pulls me out of our bed, and away from keeping you warm this winter."
She blinked at him, her throat going scratchy and painful, swallowing as she tried to process what he was saying.
"So, yes. There will be times I disappoint either you or Juliana, or the two of you together. But I will promise, no matter what, I will always come back to you." His voice was firm, assured, full of the belief that the words he was saying was as set in stone as those silly commandments from his fantasy novel. "One piece, Babydoll. I will always come back to you, in one piece."
She licked her lips, nodding her head slowly.
He flashed her a quick grin. "Even if I have to have a medic sew it back on, before I get home."

"Oh!" She snatched her hand back, slapping him on the shoulder, as he began to laugh. "You fucking idiot asshole!"

He grabbed her hand again, kissing the palm of it, before leaning over to kiss her. "I know, Babydoll... it's your cross to bear. I'll try to get better about it. If you're willing to keep teaching me, I'll learn."

She snorted, before kissing him. "Still, I worry it'll stick around."
"Well..." He smiled, before picking up his fork, taking a huge bite, speaking around the food. "I guess you better make sure to keep me on the straight and narrow. Otherwise... I might backslide."

A/N: Missed my July Fourth deadline! Arrrgh! But a day late? I can handle that!
Next stop?
Idaho! Then Washington!
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