( TIED TOGETHER BY A RIBBON )

warning: steve doesn't 'die' a virgin because of this chapter. if this makes anyone uncomfortable, the real smut starts at the hotel room. it is sprinkled throughout the chapter, but they don't get naked until the hotel room.

EDITH WAS READY FOR HER DAY BEFORE THE SUN WAS UP. She was dressed in a pink blouse and black skirt, her hair curled and her make-up done. Which was all for Steve, because he was coming back today and the giddy butterflies were swarming in her stomach. Because of that feeling, the wait to see her significant other was torturous. Edith just wanted to be wrapped up in Steve's arms again, warm and safe and home. 

She was reading a book, the Hobbit, that had been on her brother's bookshelf, when the front door was knocked on. Edith found herself jumping up, not caring about the fact that she dropped the book without marking the page. She would have to find it later, but right now her main priority was seeing Steve. Steve, who had been gone for six months touring to promote war bonds, Steve. Steve, who Edith's pretty sure was the love of her life, Steve. Steve, who was simply her home. 

Edith found this out when she flung the door open and immediately wrapped herself around Steve as soon as she saw it was him. 

He burned hot now, a side effect of whatever they had done to him. It was one of the things that she enjoyed from this whole procedure, knowing that if she was ever cold around him, he would warm her up. And, as much as Steve was probably enjoying the new found height, she missed her small Steve, who was fragile but that seemed to make him even stronger. 

A yelp escaped her mouth when she was scooped up, Steve carrying her through the threshold of her apartment. Edith found herself clinging to Steve's neck, the man having a shit eating grin on his face as he walked over to the couch and plopped down, Edith still in his lap. When she knew it was safe, she unhooked her arms from around his neck and smacked him on the chest. Which only really made him laugh. Edith realized it probably felt like she was tickling or tapping him or something. 

The smile never faded from Steve's face. Edith couldn't help but melt into him at the soft look of affection in his eyes and the way that the curve of his lips were holding all the love and admiration he wanted to say but didn't seem to have the words. She understood that. The feelings she had for Steve were fierce and ever present. Missing him was like missing a limb. And whenever he was here, beside her, it was like she had found something she hadn't known she lost. 

Steve kissed her own smile softly, in greeting. Edith's hand moved to cup his cheek, keeping their lips connected and pulling him back in when he tried to separate. It was a slow kiss, different then the ones they had shared in her bed all those months ago, which were exploring and passionate and hard. The two of them had been trying to get to know each other, in a way, and Edith's pretty sure Steve wanted to show off his kissing technique. 

Right now, however, the kiss was one that felt like returning to someone. Like they knew each other so well and were talking through the kiss, telling the other how much they missed each other. Which, really, they were. He pulled back a moment later, his forehead still resting on her's. Edith opened her eyes to look into those almost too blue ones Steve had, watching the soft. affectionate smile curve onto his lips again. "Let's get married."

Edith blinked at him. Let the words cycle through her brain as she watched Steve's hopeful expression. Surprise shocked her system, making her eyes widen as she continued to stare at him. Not that she was going to say no, it was just so sudden. "Like, right now?"

Steve nodded, his arms tightening around her. "Yeah, let's go down to the court house and get married." 

Edith blinked at him again, speechless. Then she started to nod. Her head moved up and down quickly, enthusiastically because Steve Rogers was asking her to marry her and this was everything that she ever wanted. It was Steve and he would be her's and she would be his and this may not be what she pictured about her wedding when she was a kid, but this was completely a Steve thing to do. And with him leaving to go to Europe to tour and go to give some motivation to the soldiers there on the base. Gordon was really looking forward to seeing Steve in his Captain America suit. 

"Yes," Edith continued to nod, surging forward to kiss him, saying against his mouth, "let's get married." 

Steve kissed her hard, his lips pressing urgently against her's, licking them open and his tongue delving into her mouth. Edith moaned, clutching Steve's shoulders harder and pulling him closer to her, kissing him deeper. Steve groaned against her mouth, shifting so that he was hovering over her, Edith's back pressed against the couch cushions. 

Steve's hand was resting on her hip, the other holding himself up so he wouldn't crush her, his mouth moving from her lips, kissing down her jaw and to her neck. Edith clutched at him, trying to keep the sounds that were threatening to escape her mouth. When she felt his teeth scrape against her throat, however, she arched up, a loud moan escaping her mouth. 

Her eyes widened, a hand flying to cover her mouth, feeling a blush cover her cheeks. Steve moved back, staring at her, his blue eyes darker. They stared at each other, before Steve was pushing away and helping her up. Edith was holding her hand over her neck, wondering what the hell made her react like that to Steve using his teeth. 

"We should-" Steve trailed off, shifting his weight from foot to foot and clearing his throat, "we should change into something more appropriate for a wedding." 

Edith nodded, still feeling speechless on how her body reacted to Steve, moving towards her room. She knew as soon as Steve had stated that they should get married, her thoughts jumped to her mother's wedding dress that was hanging in the back of her closet. It was silk and clung to her torso before flowing out from her waist. She changed quickly, glad that the make-up she had had was neutral, slipping into a pair of heels that made it so the only thing dragging was the train in the back. 

Edith studied herself in the mirror, smoothing down the silk, trying to get the non-existent wrinkles out of the pristine fabric. When she felt ready, she grabbed the veil her mother had left, the light fabric with lace accents being pinned to her hair to stay in place. Edith stared at herself some more, wishing that Gordon was here. The thought about how Steve probably felt the same way about Bucky made her stomach sink. However, a knock on her bedroom door startled her out of her reverie and she turned to see Steve standing in a nicer button up and a pair of slacks. 

She wasn't sure where he had gotten either of them, but with the way each of them was hugging his muscles on both his legs and his arms and chest, she wasn't about to complain. He was fixing the cuffs of his sleeves, getting the right one buttoned up before he was looking up and freezing at the sight of her. Edith realized that she may have been a little overdressed with the somewhat more casual approach Steve took with his clothes. 

"Edith," Steve sounded wistful. Edith watched his throat bob as he swallowed. "You're beautiful." 

She smoothed the fabric down again, turning back to the mirror to examine herself once again. When her eyes finished looking for any imperfections in her appearance, finding none that were prominent enough to fix to look decent, then looked at Steve through the mirror. "You don't think this is too much?"

Steve shook his head, moving forward to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her back. He dropped his head onto her's, his chin on her hair and the veil, his blue eyes staring at her in the mirror. She felt his arms tighten around her waist a little more, before he was unhooking himself and connecting their fingers, pulling her towards the door. "I think you look perfect, darling." 

Steve pulled her out of the apartment and hailed a cab, telling the driver to go to the courthouse. Edith watch as the driver nodded, though he didn't immediately pull away from the curb, squinting at Steve through the rear view mirror. He then shook his head and shoulder checked, pulling into the moving traffic and towards their destination. 

Steve squeezed her hand the whole way there, turning to her every second or so to smile at her so widely Edith was sure she was going to go blind by how beaming the smile was. Edith just stared at him, not able to look away from him. Her soon to be husband. The man she was hopefully going to call her's for the rest of her life. Her home. 

The wedding was quick when they got to the court house. The most timely thing was getting the marriage license, which they had to wait a little bit for it to process. Once it was in hand, they made their way to a church they knew could get them married right away. Luckily, when they arrived, there wasn't a long line and Steve and Edith were able to pledge themselves to each other in the eyes of God. 

Steve gripped her hands, embarrassed about the fact that they didn't have rings, but was smiling so happily at her that it didn't even matter. The preacher read the sermon, just the basic one, Steve and her repeated the basic vows, but Edith meant every single word. She try to convey that with her eyes and tone of voice, making sure to look Steve in the eye. He seemed to be doing the same thing, squeezing her hands tightly, and when the preacher finally said you may now kiss the bride, Edith was more than happy to stand on her toes to press her lips to Steve's. He seemed more than happy as well, the two of them kissing more than they probably needed to. 

But that was that. She was official Edith Rogers. She was Steve's and Steve was her's. 

They got back to her apartment after getting the marriage certificate, glad that it was done. Sure, it may have seemed a little rushed, but Edith truly wanted to be Steve's. Steve was the person that was meant for her, she could tell, and so getting married quickly like this was an option she was okay with. Plus, he was leaving for England and his USO tour there, so she wouldn't see him for how long after this. It was serendipity and Edith was okay with that. 

The two of them sat on the could together, riding on cloud nine as they exchanged kisses and giggled about the fact that they were now married. Steve apologized about not having a ring, which Edith had waved off and gave him another kiss for. This one turned heated quickly, Steve pulling Edith onto his lap and tracing his tongue along the seams of her mouth before delving inside. Edith moaned at the way their tongues intertwined, pushing herself closer to Steve. 

His hands played with the buttons on the back of her dress, his mouth moving off of hers to trail kisses down her neck. He got to the junction of her shoulder before he used teeth, Edith flushing as her hips bucked forward at the scrape, a loud moan escaping her mouth. Steve pulled back, breathless. Edith could feel his interest as she experimentally canted her hips forward again, which made Steve's head fall back, his eyes closing. 

His hands had found her thighs, squeezing enough that Edith was pretty sure there would be bruises, helping her hips move at a slower pace. She didn't think this was how this was going to happen, that they would have sex on her living room couch, both still fully clothed. But, the sweet friction was too good to stop, so Edith pulled Steve into another kiss, full of tongue and panting breaths as they moved together.

Steve bit her bottom lip lightly, which pulled a moan out of Edit again, her body arching into his. He pulled back them, whispering something about how gorgeous she was before he was swearing and stopping her hips. Edith opened her eyes, not even aware that she had them shut, furrowing her eyebrows as Steve gently put her on the couch beside him, standing up. They both looked at the very obvious tent in Steve trousers, Edith blinking because it looked massive. 

"I have to go," Steve said, his tone frustrated as he adjusted himself in his pants. "The rehearsal for the show is about to start."

It took a moment for Edith's pleasure filled brain to hear what he said, comprehend it, then let out a small, "Oh." Steve raked his eyes down her body, looking at the wedding dress that still clung to her, casting a look towards the door. He shook his head, moving to give her a long kiss that was all passion, teeth, and tongue. Edith responded, pushing herself closer and grabbing a fistful of his hair to keep him close. 

She whined when Steve dislodged again, planting a kiss on her forehead before he was worming his way out of her grip and rushing out the door, a goodbye and I love you, Wife! thrown over his shoulder. 

Edith sat on the couch for what felt like an eternity, just feeling. She was happy, content, but there was also a pressure in her stomach, one that had started building when her and Steve started to move together. It took a moment more to collect herself, moving to her room to take off the wedding dress and the veil and put it all back carefully in the back of her closet. 

As she stood in her underwear in her room, looking at her slightly messed up hair and make-up in the mirror, a thought occurred to her. Edith moved to her dresser, pulled open the top drawer and dug to the back. She bit her lip, looking at the lingerie she had grabbed, blushing. It was obvious that, especially with their wedding night, Steve and her were most-likely going to have sex. 

With that thought, she carefully got dressed in the fancy underwear, ignoring her own arousal, making sure to clip her stocking with to her girdle. Then she went and got the emerald dress she knew Steve liked, putting it on before taming her hair and fixing her make up. When she was done, Edith smoothed down her dress, blushing at the fact that she was wearing lingerie under it, then made her way to her living room to entertain herself until she had to meet Bucky's family at the show hall. 

The show was fantastic. Steve was a sight to see, the months of putting on shows really helping to make him charismatic and amazing to watch on stage. From her view close to the stage, she could admire Steve's stature and how he looked in those tights. Bucky's siblings cheered the loudest when Steve punched Hitler. Edith fanned herself when Steve hoisted the motorcycle with the three Star Spangled Singers on it over his head. 

She didn't see any ropes or anything helping him, which made her squeeze her thighs together as she clapped and cheered for her husband. Her husband felt really good to think about. She squeezed her thighs tighter together. 

After the show, one of the ushers came to get them to lead them backstage, Bucky's family really excited to see Steve again. When they got to his assigned room, they all jumped at the chance to hug Captain America, chanting about how good he was and singing the parts of the song they remembered. Edith stood behind them, waiting for her turn to see Steve, smiling at how enthusiastic they all were.

Steve gave them his time, smiling and hugging and listening. They were like his second family, Edith knew, so she watched with a fond smile as she waited her turn for Steve's attention. When they had their time with him, the oldest turned them around so that they could get home and thanked Steve for the tickets. He smiled and waved them off.

Then, he turned to Edith. She noticed that when his eyes landed on her, they darkened the tiniest before he was striding towards her and taking her cheeks in his gloved hands and kissing her hard. Edith melted into the affection, her mouth moving with his in a sloppy, wet kiss. 

"Darling," he pulled back, his eyes searching her face, before he was moving away, "I'm gonna go check with the stage manager, see if I'm still needed, then I'll comeback for you." 

Edith nodded, leaned forward to steal another kiss, then Steve was moving out of her reach and she was left to wait impatiently in his dressing room. It took him maybe a minute and a half to come back. Steve took of his costume quickly, Edith waiting out in the hall, before he was dragging her away, Edith's laugh echoing off the halls of the place.

They walked in the night air, stealing kisses when no one was looking and holding hands. Steve lead them to his hotel, to the elevator, where the operator asked which floor. Once told, the elevator started to move, both Edith and Steve standing side by side, fidgeting and looking over at each other every couple of seconds. Nervousness and excitement coursed through Edith's veins, and when they were finally at their floor, as soon as the cage opened, Steve took her hand and started running down the corridor. He had enough mind to throw a thank you at the employee over his shoulder, but his excitement for what was about to happen seemed to make his manners disappear. 

When they got into his room, however, it seemed that their inexperience was prominent. They kissed sloppily, but as it came to stripping off clothes, Edith wasn't sure where to start and Steve didn't know where to start. Their teeth knocked together, which wasn't a bad feeling, per se, but it seemed that Steve's experience started and ended with kissing. Edith only knew that of what went on with Steve. 

Edith put her hands on Steve's chest, gently pushing him away. His lips were kiss swollen and his hair was a mess, his eyes now full of curiosity as he stared down at Edith. She took a deep breath, nodding to herself, before she was reaching her hands behind her back to get out of her dress, the nerves suddenly slamming into her stomach and making it roll. Steve watched her with rapt attention, frozen, like he was trying to memorize everything that Edith did as she took careful steps back, going to find the bedroom. She knew she wasn't sexy, not like the stars in the picture shows when there was a rare occasion of seeing them in a slip or a robe. But she was Steve's. That was enough.

The emerald fabric fell with a soft sound of air, pooling around her feet. With pure force of will, Edith warded off the feeling of needing to cover herself. Steve's face was turning red, his blue eyes dark as his eyes scanned her form. His fingers twitched from where they were resting at his sides, a tell that he wanted to grab a paper and a pencil, before they made tight fists. Edith shyly smiled when Steve met her eyes again, and his breath came out in a whoosh of air. 

"You're beautiful, Edith," Steve said quietly into the air. Edith shifted, before she was stepping out of the circle her dress made on the floor and taking a step backwards towards the bedroom.

Edith gulped, her voice shaking with nerves as she said, "Come on, Soldier." 

Steve took a step forward, his fingers finding the buttons on his shirt and starting to undo them. Edith watched as he took his time, his hands shaking only slightly, each button a slow, delicate process. When his shirt was tossed by her dress, his undershirt next, Edith was able to take a look at Steve. His torso was all rippling plains of muscle, skin basically glowing in the light above their heads. She reached out, her fingers brushing against the skin, feeling all the power that was underneath the skin. 

Slowly, Edith raised onto her toes, pulling Steve's head down to connect their lips. This one was not like the giddy, excited ones from earlier. Instead, it was slower, conveying the nerves and the feelings that each one felt. Steve's hands rested on her hips, squeezing gently, pulling her closer. She could feel his length pressed against her stomach, hard and insistent and it made her gasp. They pulled away at that, Steve resting his forehead against hers, Edith feeling his fingers over her back, trailing up to the hook that would take off her bra.

"May I?" Steve's voice was low and husky. Edith could only bite her lip and nod. It took a couple of tries before Steve was able to get the clip undone, but when he did, he delicately helped her take it off. The rush of cold air made Edith shiver, as well as the feeling of Steve's hands moving over the skin. He was gentle as he trailed his hands over the newly exposed skin, a gasp escaping Edith as he swiped his thumb over her right nipple. Seemingly in a bought of confidence, Steve took it between his thumb and finger, pinching, Edith arching into the touch with a gasp that turned into a small whine. 

Steve watched in rapt attention, giving the same attention to each nipple. Edith panted and made noises, finally pulling Steve into a kiss when she felt deprived of contact. Steve went willingly, his tongue tasting and teasing, coaxing her to do the same thing, the kisses turning more heated now that they were getting used to each other. 

Steve pulled back, looking down at the lingerie that Edith was still wearing with a raised eyebrow. He thumbed at the fabric, adorably confused. Edith giggled, pushing his hand away, giving his hand a squeeze as she guided it to his own pants. "You get your pants off, I'll get this off, alright?" Steve nodded, blinking down at himself before he set to work, Edith doing the same. She really didn't get a good look at him when she finished pulling off her underwear, Steve immediately connecting their lips again in a passionate kiss. 

Steve traced the seam of her lips with his tongue before plunging in again, Edith moaning as they kissed. When he disconnected their lips, his mouth trailed down her jaw to her neck, his teeth scraping every so often, making small whines escape Edith's throat and her body to arch towards him. She didn't really have time to think about the fact that Steve had pushed them back. Edith was on the bed in an instant, blinking up at Steve, who was stood at the foot of the bed. It hit her again that they were both bare to each other and the serum really had made him muscled and tall and Edith still couldn't believe that that was her little Steve.

Well... he wasn't exactly little anymore.

"Have you always...?" She trailed, looking at him with a gulp. Steve was red from the top of his head to his chest, but he nodded his head in answer. Edith stared some more. "Is it gonna fit?" Edith watched as Steve's mouth opened and closed a few times, trying to come up with an answer. Despite the fact that Edith was now a little nervous about how well endowed Steve was, she waved him off. "I mean, it won't hurt to try, right?"

The look that she got was not amused. "If this is too much, Edith, we can stop," Steve said. He was still very much red in the face, and despite how much Edith knew Steve meant his words, she could only watch the dot of pre-come gather at the tip of his cock. 

"Steve," she said seriously, meeting his eyes, looking into those beautiful baby blues (with a hint of green). "You're my husband. I want to do this with you on our wedding night. So get over here so we can make love." Steve nodded, shifting so he was kneeling on the bed. 

Edith moved so that they were both further on the bed and pulled Steve over top of her, connecting their lips in a passionate kiss. Steve moved his lips with hers, using one hand to balance over her as to not put too much weight, the other hands dragging down her skin, leaving a trail of fire wherever his hand moved. 

A moan escaped her mouth as he brush against the mound of nerves between her legs. Steve stopped, pulled back the tiniest bit, experimentally dragging his fingers against that spot again. Edith arched, moaning, her fingers fisting into his hair to pull him closer. The friction was perfect, sending sparks through Edith's veins, her mind doing nothing but focusing on the sweet feeling of Steve's fingers circling that spot. 

The first breach of one of Steve's fingers was weird. The sensation was not something that Edith was used to, not that it hurt. It was just so strange to have the feeling of him using his fingers. She looked at him with a raised eyebrow, which got Steve's reply, "Bucky said this could help to make the actual deed easier." 

Edith focused on the sensation as he pumped his finger in and out of her, moaning when a particularly pleasurable thrust sent shivers up her spine. One finger became two, which felt even stranger. There was a slightly burning sensation from the stretch, which Edith shared, so Steve stopped and let her get used to it. Soon enough, she was grinding her hips, trying to get more sensations out of Steve's hand as she gripped onto his shoulders, her hands having moved when her first felt the spark sending pleasure. 

When she felt ready, she nodded to Steve, who nodded back. He got up, found a condom and started to roll it on, but Edith could tell just by looking at it that it was uncomfortable and too small. So, she made the conscious decision that since they were married, if she got pregnant, it wouldn't be bad. What was bad was the way Steve's member was softening and he was looking down at his body with a frown. 

"Honey," she whispered, getting onto her knees and moving to the edge of the bed, using Steve's hips to pull him closer. He still had that defeated look in his eyes as Edith pursed her lips. Carefully, she removed the condom, tossing it away to be picked up later, taking Steve gently in hand. He moaned at the feeling, Edith gently pumping his cock, spreading the pre-come that was collecting at the tip down the length and to the base. "You're so beautiful," she kept her eyes on his as she squeeze him a little harder, not sure what she was doing but glad for the moan that it got in return. "I never want to see you look at yourself like that again, okay?" 

Steve just nodded quickly, his hips canting forward into her fist. Edith gave his cock a few more strokes before she was moving so that they could get the show on the road. Her back was pressed against the blankets, Steve hovering over her. He leaned down and connected their lips, kissing her breathless as he sought friction, his hips moving against her's. A moment later, he was pulling away, his forehead resting on Edith's, "You're sure about this?" All she could do was nod, bucking her hips up in anticipation. 

When Steve entered, it was uncomfortable. The stretch was not like with his fingers, boarding on painful as he inched himself slowly in. She tried to breathe through it, gripping onto his hands as Steve made sure their foreheads were together, staring into each other's eyes. And when he was fully seated, Edith didn't let him move, just closed her eyes and breathed, willing the sensations of pain to go away. To be replaced by the feelings from before. 

Edith could tell that Steve was barely holding on. The sound he had made when he had entered was magical, a deep groan of pleasure that had made Edith shiver. So, when the pain faded even a little bit, she let Steve start moving. Edith got to watch the man fall apart above her, the pleasure obviously overwhelming as he thrust slow and deep. It wasn't until Steve was almost done that Edith started to feel the same pleasure, but she let him finish, groaning into her lips as he tried to kiss them through it. 

However, she got her own finish when Steve was ready to go again. He set the same pace, Edith moving her hips to meet his. It was amazing, the feeling of connection the two of them had, being so close as Steve pulled out almost all the way before thrusting back in, his hand holding hers, his mouth kissing down her neck. It wasn't until he sunk his teeth into her shoulder in a bruising bite that Edith arched off the bed and into him, the coil of pleasure inside her snapping. Steve was blinking down at her when her vision returned after whiting out. 

She coaxed him to start moving again, to finish up. They went another round after that before Steve's libido was done for the night, it seemed, Edith coming another time so hard her vision whited out because Steve had bit her again, this time on her shoulder. She didn't know why that was what did it for her, but that's what seemed to be the thing. 

They laid in bed after Steve had gotten them cleaned up in a bath, wiping them off and letting Edith relax a bit. Steve had her draped over his body, arms wrapped securely around Edith as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear tiredly. They both fell asleep like that, warm and loved. 

Edith had woke up when Steve had tried to move her, claiming that he needed to go pee. It was still dark outside, so Edith hummed and let herself be moved, Steve leaving for what seemed like a minute or two before returning. She had been dozing off again, so when he shook her gently, it made her blink her eyes sleepily at him. 

"Edith, darling," Steve whispered into the air between them. She sat up and smiled at him, leaning forward until her head was resting on his shoulder. Edith felt him gently pick up her left hand, feeling something smooth against the base of her ring finger. "I know this isn't much and probably not what you want," Edith blinked her eyes open and looked at where Steve's fingers were delicately tying a baby blue ribbon around her own finger. "But until I'm able to afford an actual ring, this will have to do, alright?"

"Where'd you get it?" Edith asked quietly, blinking back the tears in her eyes because this little ribbon was already a symbol of their love in her heart and she'd only just begun wearing it. It almost seemed better than a ring, happiness blooming in her heart. She hadn't even really been expecting a ring. 

"There was some kind of basket in the main room," Steve explained, staring at her with a nervous look. Edith beamed at him, trying not to cry as she leaned forward and planted a kiss on his lips. Steve sighed out in relief and let the kiss take him, "I love you."

"I love you, too," Edith mumbled back against his lips, pulling him closer to her with arms around his neck, falling backwards so that his weight was on her. "Now, can we go back to sleep please?" Steve chuckled, nodding, rearranging them to be more comfortable so they could get back to sleep. 

The sky is blue. The night is dark. Steve and Edith Rogers were in love with each other. 

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alternative chapter title: in which edith becomes a size queen and has a biting kink. 

please practice safe sex. use a condom. idk why i made steve grab the wrong size of condoms, but he did, so please make sure you have the right size. 

i hope you enjoyed this chapter! these two are cuties and i love them so much. next chapter, i've decided not to do another letter chapter, but i will write some highlights of tfa from edith's perspective!