Brooklyn laughed lightly, as the reindeer tugged on the willow branch in her hand. She let go of it, and the animal shook it, before bending it's head to ease it's eating.

"Okay. This is cute." She told Steve, as a fawn bounded around, before coming over to sniff them. He reached out his hand, and the fawn sniffed his finger, before mouthing them lightly. "Really cute."

He grinned at her, before focusing on the fawn, crouching down, and wiggling his fingers again. "I thought you might like it."
They were at the Leavenworth Reindeer Farm, which Steve had seen pamphlets for, while they were touring the horrifyingly nightmarish Nutcracker Museum. Why they had thought that was a good idea, she didn't comprehend, but they had gone. The soulless carved and painted eyes, the multiple grinning toothful smiles, and the almost maniacal look most of the nutcrackers had displayed had her back up, in a way she didn't think was possible.

The historical museum housed above the Nutcracker Museum had been alright. Educational, even. But compared to the house of horrors below, she barely remembered anything she had learned about the area.

Steve had paused at the door, looking over the pamphlet display, before pulling the one for the reindeer farm out, and looking it over as they left. He suggested, since the museums had been problematic, perhaps an actual living farm might be more their speed. After returning to the RV, he got on his phone, and managed to get them into the last tour of the day, before driving them out to the farm.

After the informative hour introduction and videos, about the life cycle of the reindeer, and how to act around them. Once that was done, they were given a tour of the farm, and then they were handed willow branches, and allowed to go meet the animals.

Brooklyn turned, holding out another branch to a reindeer, who came up sniffing at one of her remaining branches, watching as it wiggled it's ears, it's lips tugging at the branch. She turned her head to watch as the fawn nudged at Steve's hand, and allowed him to give it gentle scratches.
"There's a sweetheart." He cooed at it. "Such a little darling, aren't you?"

She grinned, watching him, as the reindeer pulled on the willow branches, before letting go, chewing. "It's adorable."

"It is." He gave her a quick smile, before returning to petting the fawn. "Such an adorable little darling."

Brooklyn watched as he was gentle with the fawn, and how it soaked up the attention from him. The tour guide had warned them that the fawns may or may not approach people. They had been handled since birth, with the encouragement to have them be docile for visitors, but they still were picky about the people they would pay attention to. The mothers tended to be protective, as well, and had been known to push a human away from their fawn, if they didn't care for them. Steve, apparently, passed whatever test the fawn had inside it's head. As well as that of the mother, who was standing nearby, eating the willow branches held out by a family.

"I was thinking, we could check out their gift shop. They basically claim it's Christmas, all year long." Steve suggested, as he gave the fawn a final scratch, before standing up. "You were talking about decorating for Christmas this year. What decorations we have in the storage, is for the apartment. Not for a house. More room, Babydoll."

"That makes sense." She nodded, letting the reindeer take the last willow branch from her, smiling as she watched it eat it. "Although, I have... an idea. For Christmas. Maybe."

He took her hand, leading her from the pen, wrapping an arm around her, when they had room. "Want to tell me about this idea, that you maybe have?"
"Our new special room?" She wrinkled her nose, not knowing what to call it really. "The one off the bedroom, that you designed?"
"Our playroom?" He lowered his voice, as if to keep it a secret. "You want to decorate it, for Christmas?"
"Kinda." She grinned, leaning into him. "I was thinking... maybe we should hang that poisonous plant that people kiss under."

"Mistletoe." He kissed her head. "You want to hang mistletoe in our playroom."
"It makes sense." She defended. "I imagine you plan on doing a lot of kissing in there."
"I do." He hummed, his chest vibrating against her. "I do plan on kissing you, a lot, and in different places, while we're in there."
She came to a stop in front of the small petting area, pulling away from him, to go inside. Pausing to grab one of the small bowls, she pushed the gate open, slipping through. She smiled, reaching into one of the boxes, and pulling out a rabbit, crouching down, stroking the soft fur. Steve came up beside her, taking the bowl from her, reaching out to pet the rabbit as well.

"So soft." She murmured, before pausing, the memory of roasting meat tapping at her. Taking a deep breath, she pushed it away, her hands warm instead of cold, her feet in comfortable shoes, as opposed to tight combat boots. "it's so soft."

"Yeah." He smiled, before taking it from her, holding it to his chest, holding her the bowl, before stroking it with his free hand. "And so docile."
"I imagine it has to be. Living like this." She noticed the approach of a turkey on the other side of the fence, and took out a small handful of the feed from the bowl, tossing it to the large bird. The turkey puffed up, but came over, pecking at the ground. "They're very well taken care of."
"Tourisim thrives on well kept animals." He shrugged, switching with her, handing her back the rabbit, and taking the bowls, deciding to scatter more feed. Chickens joined the turkey.

Brooklyn looked behind herself, making sure the ground was clear, and sat down, resting the rabbit on her lap, stroking with both hands. "We havn't seen the horses, yet."

"We have time." He assured her, as he continued to throw the feed at the birds, who ran around clucking and scratching, pecking every piece up. "Might be nice to have a few animals, at the new place. Just a few."
"Maybe." She allowed, focused on the rabbit. It wasn't startling from her. In fact, it had settled more into her lap, now that she was gently stroking it with both hands. It's ears twitched occasionally, and it's nose was in constant movement. "I just wonder if that's fair to them. You're going to be working. I'll be going to school, and taking care of business."
"We can think about low care ones. Chickens are usually a good investment. They lay eggs, and eat bugs." He tossed the last of the feed out of the bowl, turning to watch her. "You like him?"
"He's soft." She explained. "And so docile."

"Rabbits are usually good food. I know a few families, around when I grew up, kept them, for meat." He bent down, stroking the ears of the rabbit. "And we ate them, more than a few times, during the War."

"We did too." She offered, softly. "It was how I learned... Anyhow, I don't think I could keep them for food. Not really. I just like the feel of him."

She felt him staring at her, and his hand moved, his fingers hooking under her chin, gently forcing her head up to meet his eyes. His face and countenance was gentle, non judgemental.
"Then we won't raise them for food, Babydoll. If we get them, it'll because you want to pet them all the time." He smiled, his thumb rubbing along her chin, before he let go, offering her his hand. "So, horses?"
She nodded, gently setting the rabbit aside, giving it one more stroke, before taking his hand and letting him pull her to her feet. "The horses, please. Then the gift shop."

*****

Steve slowed the RV down, frowning as he tried to pull over as much as possible. "That's the third fire truck that's passed us."

"Wonder what's going on." Brooklyn turned, watching, as the fire truck made its way up the middle of the highway. "Multiple responders. That's usually not nothing."

"Yeah. That's what I was thinking." He nodded, looking in the side mirror, before starting back into traffic. "Can you look it up? See if it's near our planned campsite."

She nodded, moving her chair to be able to stand up and go back to grab her computer. "I also want to check to make sure our reservations went through. I would really be upset, if we went through all that time and effort to choose the campground, and then they either gave our spot away, or if the payment didn't go through."

"That would be a wrench in our plans." He agreed, keeping his focus on the task of driving. "Careful, bout to go around a bend, here."
She grabbed the edge of the table, using it to brace herself, as the RV shifted. She managed to grab the computer, being careful as she made her way back up to her seat. Once settled, she pulled her knee up to brace the laptop, opening it and waiting for the log in.
"Another one." Steve's voice was amazed. "Something has to be going on."
"Hold on." She waved a hand. "I'm checking."

The site loaded, and she began looking for local news, and updates. And there it was.

"There's a fire." She announced, scrolling down the information, speed reading it. "Over near Lake Chelan? Which is..."
She scrolled, looking at the map, using their current location to determine how far away they were.

"Ahead and to the west of us." She nodded, raising her head, and turning to look out the driver's side of the windshield. "Might be too early to see the smoke. But they're warning people to avoid the area. We're going to drive right past it, since we're not going to Lake Chelan."

"But it won't interfere with our route?" He looked at her briefly.
"They're telling people to avoid the area, and to evacuate, if you're already there.They are also saying that there might be congestion around the turn off to Chelan, as they're guiding people away from it." She scrolled down further. "The turn off to go towards the way to our camp ground is near there, so, maybe we'll be a little locked up for a bit."
He nodded, his jaw flexing. "Do they know what caused it?"
"Under investigation." She sighed. "Which could mean anything."
Closing her laptop, and setting it aside, she stood up. "I'm going to make a snack. I have a feeling we're going to give dinner a pass, as well, if what they're saying is fight."

He nodded again, his hands flexing on the steering wheel, before they relaxed. "A sandwhich sounds fantastic, Babydoll. Maybe some fruit, and chips?"
"I can do that." She told him with a smile, stopping to kiss his cheek. "Just keep us on the road, Rogers."
"I can do that, Mrs. Rogers." He flashed her a smile, before returning his focus. "Go ahead and put my pickles on the side."
"Ew." She commented, good naturedly. "Disgusting. And you expect me to kiss you afterwards?"
"Always." He laughed. "But I'll make sure there's no pickles left in my mouth when I do it."
****

They managed to make it to the Horseshoe Cove Campground, located on the western side of Baker Lake, nestled in the eastern shadows of Mt. Baker, just before the office shut down, and they wouldn't have been able to check in. The traffic on the highway had gotten slow, and heavy, right about the time it was needed for them to leave the one stretch, and move to the other, heading more north-west, than they had. By the time they got to the turn off for Chelan, several more emergency vehicles had passed them, as well as Forest Service vehicles. Helicopters could be spotted, as well, circling the sky. The scent of the air had started to take on an almost campfire scent, as well as the taste of smoke. The closer they got to Chelan, they could see the first touch of smoke above the ridge, before it was obscured by them dipping down into a valley.

Steve explained, in between eating his sandwhich, that the idea that someone had started the fire upset him.

"We have one earth, Babydoll." He explained, with his mouth partially full, keeping one hand on the wheel, the other using his sandwhich to gesture. "It's our job to leave it better than we found it. For our kids, for our grand-kids, for the future. Be it the environment, the laws, or the state of peace. That's why people do what they do. And those guys getting ready to stop that fire? They're heroes. Not the kind that they try to make me and the other Avengers out to be, but the secret ones. The ones that no one ever talks about."

She simply smiled at him, chewing on her own sandwhich.

Now, he raised his head, from where he was paying attention to attaching the water hook up to the RV. "There. That should be us, for the night."
"My great provider." She teased, coming over to wrap her arms around his neck. "I chose a fine man to attach my life to."
He grinned, bending his head to kiss her. "I'm glad you think so."

"Now, what do you plan on feeding me, for our late dinner?" She asked, leaning against his chest, letting out a laugh as he straightened up, his hands on her waist, her feet dangling.

"Well, I think we still have some steak left. I can give that a quick cook, in the RV, and maybe a salad... maybe see what else I can do as a side. You have to be getting tired of potatoes."
"Not really." she admitted. "I like how you do them in the fire."
"Ah." He sighed, putting her down, gently. "About that. I don't think we're going to be firing up the grill, today."
She pursed her lips. "Because of the wild fire?"
"Because of the wild fire." He nodded. "I just don't think we should... encourage another accident. Besides, we can do just as good a steak in the RV, as we can on the grill."
"But you like grilling!" she protested, frowning. "I mean, you really like it. And you're good at it. We can be careful. We'll make sure to put the coals out, as soon as the food is done. I won't even push for the marshmallow things, tonight."
"No." He intoned, shaking his head. "We aren't firing up the grill. Pretty sure there's going to be a 'no fire' policy, for a bit, in this area. And there's no reason to split the efforts to contain the one fire, by accidentally starting one here. Now, do you want to go down to the lake with me, while there's still sunlight? Or do you want to stay here, and read?"
"Do you promise not to throw me in, this time?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Do you promise to wear a swimsuit that can actually get wet, this time?" He raised one back. "I promise not to throw you in."
"Then I promise to wear a swimsuit that can get wet." She nodded. "Although I don't know why it matters. I'm not swimming."
"I know." He bent to kiss her again, before putting his hands on her shoulder and turning her around, slapping her backside sharply. "Go get changed, Babydoll. I'll be in, in just a moment."

She blinked at him, over her shoulder. "You're going to do that again, tonight. Just so you know. You can't just tease me like that, and not expect me to expect you to follow through."

"I'll follow through." He grinned, and she kept an eye on him, as she walked to the door of the RV. "In fact..."
He began running at her, and she let out a little shriek, running up the stairs into the RV, with him close behind.

******

She sat on a towel, on the sandy, rocky shore of the lake, enjoying the faint laughter of children down the way, while the water lapped gently at her toes. It was calm, even with the faint breeze coming off the water, while the sky was being painted in shades of orange, red, and blue, scraped by the oil like strokes of white and cotton. After they had changed, while Steve paused in his own actions to occasionally smack her on the bottom, causing her to laugh and get distracted, they had left the RV, towels in hand, and incidentals in the bag Brooklyn carried, he had led her down the path to the lake. Once there, he took her hand, and led her away from the crowds still enjoying the early evening heat, to swim and cool off. Far enough away, he stopped near a stack of drift wood, turning around and nodding, before he kicked off his shoes, and threw aside his tee shirt, kissing her and heading right into the water. As she laid out the towels, she noticed the positioning of the drift wood pile gave them a modicum of privacy.

Steve popped up in the water, inhaling deeply, before stroking towards her, until his feet were able to reach the bottom, and was able to walk. "It's a bit on the chilly side."
She tapped her kindle screen, frowning. "Glacier water. Colder than most sources. Which is why it boggles my mind you're enjoying it. Didn't you get enough of the cold water, when you had your nap?"

"Didn't feel that, then." He grinned, speeding up as his hips came above the water. "Sure you don't want to come in?"
"I'm good." She told him, shaking her head. "You can freeze your balls off, all on your own."
Looking up, she gave him a stern look, as she gave that a second thought.
"Actually, don't. Please. I kind of need those, later. You know, for personal reasons."

"Oh. So, my balls are your for personal use." He nodded, rubbing his head clear of clinging water, before he finally came fully out of the water, dropping down on the towel she had laid out for him. He rolled over onto his side, smiling at her. "You might enjoy it."

"Are we discussing your balls, or the swimming." She asked, titling her head slightly.

"Swimming." He grinned. "I don't have to ask about you using my balls."
"In that case, no, I will not." She told him, flipping the cover of the Kindle closed, laying down, turning her head to look at him. "Swimming and I are very old enemies."

"I'm sorry they did that." He rolled over, reaching out and stroking a hand along her stomach. "Swimming can be a lot of fun, sometimes. I hope Jules doesn't have that fear?"
"No." She shook her head, rolling over to rest her head on her hands. "She was learning how to move around in the water, last summer. Kitty insisted on it. Always with safety equipment, of course. And watchful adults. But she still learned to be comfortable in the water."

"Good." he smiled, rubbing her side, between where her top ended, and her bottoms ended. "Although, I would really love for us to all enjoy it, as a family."

"You and Jules can enjoy swimming, as much as the two of you want. I'll sit on the sidelines, and watch for sharks." She told him, reaching up to cup his scruffy cheek. "I'm quite alright with that."
"I'm sorry they made you afraid of it." He told her with a soft look. "It's a shame. Really."
"We all have our things we fear, Steve. And it's not so much a fear, as it is... I don't know, I just don't want to swim, unless I have to. Too many bad memories, of when I had to. Either to survive, or get to a pick up point, or even to complete my objective." She rubbed his cheek gently. "There was also the testing and various things done with water, when I was a child. Learning to withstand torture. Waterboarding. Although, that was only done once or twice. But I still remember the feeling of forced drowning."

He nodded, leaning over to kiss her.

"I'm glad you got your freedom, Babydoll." He told her against her lips. "Not just in the very least, because it allowed me to find you, and to fall in love with you. I'm glad, mostly, because it freed you from that. All of it."

"It would have ended, one way or the other." She reasoned, sighing softly, still stroking his cheek, before starting to slide it down his neck. "Can we change the subject? I really don't want to talk about that, right now."

"We can." He smiled. "What would you like to talk about?"
"The fact that you have an erection?" She suggested, looking down between them. "I mean, it's a great conversation starter."

"I'm glad you noticed." He laughed, shifting closer, his hand drifting down her side to her hip. "Is this thing seriously kept on by just that little bow?"

"Well, there's one on the other side, as well." She ran her hand down his neck, sliding her fingers down his chest, brushing his nipple, following the drying droplets of water. "I suppose we better go back to the RV....?"
"Maybe." He grinned, before kissing her, his fingers digging into her hip, pulling her close, pressing his body against hers. He licked her lip gently, while smiling. "Maybe not."

"Maybe not?" She blinked, as his fingers shifted, and tugged on the side of her bikini, and then the fabric went slack, sliding to the side of her body, still clinging between her legs. "Steve...?"

"Turn around, Babydoll." He ordered softly, his hand pushing on her hip. "Let me snuggle up behind you."
"People will see." She whispered, biting her lip.
"No one will see. We're fine." He told her, pushing again.

She swallowed, shifting, turning until she was on her other side, and he moved, pressing against her back. Another tug, and he had untied her bottoms completely, then he was pulling the fabric away, pulling it from between her legs. She reached behind herself, her hand falling on his thigh, her nails gripping slightly.
"Easy with your nails, Babydoll." He cautioned, lowly. "We just got them fixed. Don't want to have to make another stop so soon, because you were too rough with them."
There was a tug at the center of her back, and then the top that covered her breasts became loose.
"Not going to lie. I like this swim suit." He told her, pressing up against her back, his lips brushing her neck, as his hand slid around, cupping a breast under the fabric, his fingers finding and tugging at her nipple. "So easy to get into."

She inhaled deeply, flexing her fingers, before letting go of his thigh and moving her hand between them, searching for and finding his cock, through his swim trunks, squeezing it then moving her hand in a stroking motion.

"We should still..." she exhaled as he twisted her nipple slightly in response to her stroking. "We should... to the RV...."
"No..we're fine...right where we are..." He exhaled, letting go of her breast and running his fingers down her body, over her side, along her hip, dragging them along her thigh, before grabbing the lower part of her thigh, lifting it slowly, pulling her leg back, to be able to wedge his knee between her legs. He continued to tug on her leg, until she moved it, shifting it so it was tilted from her hip, her calf locked behind his leg. "We're perfectly fine, right here, Babydoll..."

She felt a whimper leave her, as his fingers stroked along her leg, brushing along her cunt, before his fingers parted her, and began to stroke the dampening flesh.
"Oooh, yes." He breathed, his lips falling to her ear, as he began to stroke, finding her clit and putting his focus there for the moment. "Have I told you lately, how much I love this sweet little pussy, Babydoll?"
The whimper turned to a squeak, her breathes sucking in sharply.

"No? How remiss of me." He kissed her ear. "Which also means I haven't told you why I love it so much. Because not only does it give me such beautiful pleasure, when I'm inside it.... or it being a wonderful way to make you feel good... but because it is mine... this is my pussy. Mine, because I'm the only one who's ever been inside it. The only one to ever feel it flex and suck, and throb so beautifully, when you're cumming like the sweet, good girl you are for me. Isn't that right, Babydoll?"
She nodded her head, licking her lips. "Yes, Sir."
"Yeah.. that's what I thought." He kissed her ear again. "Good girl. And you're right. It's mine."
She bit her lip, keeping the cry in as his fingers moved, one sliding inside her. He flexed it a few times, before pulling it out, then putting two inside her. He twisted his wrist, before spreading his fingers wide inside her, the pressure on the inner walls making her body flex, as he had described.

"Just like that." He groaned. "That's what I'm talking about. That tight little flex. The fact that, no matter how often I seem to fuck it, it stays as tight as the first time I touched you. I remember that, so fucking well. How I wasn't sure you would ever be able to take my cock. But you did, Babydoll.... You took it so well... and you continue to take it."

She nodded, biting down harder to keep her sounds in. If she could hear the people down the beach playing and splashing in the last of the evening light, she knew they would be able to hear her, if she screamed in pleasure.

"All that time, in between when you first let me touch you, to the first time you took my cock... all that fun we had in between.." He sighed, as if happy with the memory. "Learning how we liked to touch each other, and how to touch each other back... those were good times."
His hand moved again, and his fingers rubbed the inner tissues of her cunt. Her body flexed again, squeezing then releasing, and she shivered a little.

"How quickly you came to beg me to put my cum in you, and how quickly you learned to love it." He hummed, shifting his other arm under her head, using it to tilt her heat towards him. His face was so close, she could see the small fleck of green. "Even now... you love it. I think, sometimes, that you cum harder, when you are when I'm starting to fill you up. Tell me the truth, Babydoll... do you like it when I fill you to overflowing? When you stand up, and it starts to drip down your leg?"

She let go of her grip on her lip with her teeth, licking it, tasting a slight coppery tang, nodding. "Yeah... I do."
"I knew it." he grinned, ducking his head, kissing her, licking her lip lightly. "It's in your eyes. The way you respond. I bet, if I tied you to the bed, and kept you there, fucking you every time I got hard... you'd love that, as well."

A whimper left her, at the image in her brain that comment produced. The idea of him actually forcing her to remain in one spot, available for him anytime he wanted to use her for his own gratification....not that she wouldn't be gratified, either. He had that strict policy of making sure she got off as often as he could, when ever they played.

Such a gentleman, when she considered it.

Steve slowly slid his fingers from her, ducking his head again to kiss her, as he dragged his wet fingers along the side of her thigh, before reaching under it, and she felt him tugging at the fabric at his hip, where her calf was braced. She licked her lips again, her breathing coming in choppier bursts, as she realized what his intention was. It wasn't to simply finger her to orgasm, or even just teasing her. He fully intended to penetrate her, as fully as he could in this position, here, on the beach, in the dying light, while god knew who played nearby.
"There might be kids,..." she whimpered, trying to bring sense to an almost insensible situation. "Anyone could walk by..."
"No one, ever, is going to stop me from enjoying my wife, and encouraging her to enjoy me, as well." He growled, as he abandoned his swim trunks, reaching around her to grab his cock, the head brushing her spread backside, before it began pressing against where she throbbed for him. "Especially right now. Right now... I'm going to fuck you, until you cum all over my cock, and then I'm going to press as deep as I can... before I fill you. Just the way we both like, Babydoll... that sound like an idea?"
Her response, which was amazingly in the affirmative, was cut off by a short shriek, which was also cut off by Steve clamping her mouth shut with fingers that were still wet from her own fluids. The smell of her own body made her eyes roll back into her head, as his hips began to press his cock into her, steady, sure, and unrepentant. She tightened her calf on his hip, encouraging his movement into her, inhaling as hard as she could through her nose, her hand flailing behind her until her nails gained purchase on his side, skidding before stopping and grappling skin.

"Yeeeessss..." He hissed in her ear, as his hips came to a stop, pressed against her backside, his cock thumping inside of her pussy, sure and strong. "That's what I need, Babydoll... I need my tight little pussy around my cock. That's all I ever need, I think. Just you. Like this."

He flexed his hips, driving deeper in, then pulling back slowly. As he pressed in, that small cramp inside her twinged, before it receded. Not painful, but a decent reminder that it was there. Given his hand around her mouth, and his other arm cushioning her head, she couldn't bend forward the way she wanted, like she liked to do, when he was fucking her from behind. This position kept her in place, both by the location, and by his grasp.
It was similar to when he tied her up for his own pleasure. So he could move her, position her....use her, in any method he wanted to. Which was, honestly, one of the best things about letting Steve tie her up during sex. The freedom of submitting was so...well, freeing.

And it was freeing now.

The chase of orgasm that she felt, as he flexed slowly, and steadily in and out of her, while also trying to pay attention to what was around them, in case they were discovered. The danger of it, thrilling her to the core, as her husband fucked her out in the open, during fading daylight, on a public beach.

He had planned this, she realized, as his fingers shifted around her mouth, before clamping down again. The question about the swimwear, the choosing the spot hidden by the gray and silvered driftwood, bringing her out here in the latter part of the day, as the evening began to spread it's colors across the blue sky.

Her husband had claimed his moniker, 'the star spangled man with a plan'.

If she had the focus, she would have snorted in derision.

Instead, she submitted. Instead of her body naturally tightening, she forced it to loosen, to relent, to give up. To let him move his body, to use her as he needed. To fuck her as his body required him to, to reach her pleasure. She wasn't worried that he wouldn't pay attention to her own, as that was almost a personal rule for his life. But she was assured that she would be able to have more of it, if she let him take full control.

Okay, so maybe she was a greedy little slut, when it came to Steve.
Maybe he was right to call her that, when fucking her.
As if sensing her capitulation, his thrusts hardened, becoming more insistent, a small amount of shifting to ensure he was keeping his cock as deep as possible. The cramping in her stomach was a touch more sharper, but even that pain added to the spiraling, tightening pleasure growing inside her.

"There we go." He encouraged, his breath coming harder, puffing against her cheek, as he panted. "That's it, Babydoll.... you're going to cum for me, huh? Just the way I like it. Tight, and hot, and wet around my cock... such a perfect little slut for me..."

She whimpered against his hand, unable to keep from making any noise in response. She let go of his hip, bringing her hand up to grab his wrist, tugging on it, desperate to have her mouth free. She needed to moan, to whimper, to scream. She needed some way to vocalize the growing pressure inside of her, before it exploded, and sent her scattering.

"Nooo..." He chastised, his tone chiding. "Can't let you make sound, Babydoll... too many people might here, right? Don't want to let people know you're being fucked like a little whore on the beach, huh?"

He shifted again, his chest pressing into her back, forcing her over a little bit, his hand keeping tight on her mouth, while his other arm pulled out. She moved her free hand to her head, pressing it into the towel covered beach, feeling the small pebbles mixed with sand shift, but settle, bracing herself. He used the new leverage he gained by his own arm placement to drive into her harder, seeming to give up any pretense he was attempting to hide what they were doing.

If anyone walked up on them, they would instantly know what was going on in front of them.

She could imagine, the horrified look on their face, when they stepped up to their writhing bodies, the slap of their bodies smacking into each other combined with the wet sound that came from between her legs as Steve moved inside her. How the shock would possibly turn to intrigue, possibly even delight, if they were interested in that sort of thing. Maybe they would offer words of encouragement, as Steve and her put on a lewd performance for their uninvited guests.

Steve wouldn't let that stand for too long.

He often stated that every drop of her pleasure belonged to him. She didn't think he would encourage observations from anyone, let alone strangers.

"Focus, Babydoll..." He instructed, his voice going guttural. He must have noticed her wandering attention. "If you don't, I'll start to wonder if you are even enjoying this..."
her eyes rolled towards his, where she could barely see his eyes staring at her in slits, his tight jaw, his nostrils flaring as he fucked her, harder, deeper, tighter. She didn't want him to think she wasn't enjoying him. She never wanted that. It was her honor as his sub, to let him know he pleased her with every thrust, every touch, every spark inspired by his movements. To fail that, would to be to fail him.

And the White Queen never failed.

She gave him a small glare, and he grinned, bending his head and sinking his teeth into her shoulder, causing her to squeal sharply behind his hand.

"Welcome back." He growled against her skin, licking the bite. "So glad to have your full attention again. Watch the dirty looks, Babydoll.... I might take it personally.

He shifted again, looping his arm up around her head, letting go of her mouth, letting a gasping whimper leave her, before he slapped his other hand over her mouth. He slide the other one down her body, pausing to pinch her nipple. He gave it a sharp pull, before rolling it between his fingers, then let go of it, her breathing making it shudder upon her breast. He continued to slide his hand down her body, until he reached where they were joined, his fingers sliding through the messy wetness, finding her clit, and starting to rub hard.

Her hips jerked without any control of her own, at his rough touch, and he breathed out a laugh against her cheek.

"Now, you're gonna cum for me." He told her, his voice turning dark. "Even if I have to force it out of you. You're going to cum, and you're going to squeeze my cock, and make it hurt so fucking good, I won't be able to do anything else but cum, myself."
He slapped her clit, hard.

A muffled squeal left her, her eyes rolling up into her head, as she tried to jerk her body. Towards his touch, or away from it, she wasn't sure. All that she knew, was he was in control. Control of her pleasure, control of her pain, and if she wanted to be honest with herself, her entire being.

In any case, the thread she didn't know was tightening, snapped, when he slapped her clit again, before attacking it with a fervour. He was rubbing it with the pads of his fingers, as she sucked in a deep breath, letting it out with a muffled scream, and came for him

As he had demanded.

She felt the waves of pleasure batter at her, over and over, as her body was still continued to be buffeted by his thrusts, his breathing still choppy, each exhalation ending with a low, guttural, wholly male groan.

His hand slipped from her mouth, as he pushed her slightly to the side, sliding a thigh through her legs even more, his cock twisting inside of her as he moved. He braced himself over her, a hand on either side of her head, her leg twisted, spread, making room for him. He had obviously given up trying to fuck her surreptitiously, and she was quite alright with that. She turned her head, meeting his eyes, as she licked her lips.

"Please, Sir?" she whimpered as her orgasm began to recede. "Please...cum?"

His eyes, that vibrant American sky blue... looked down at her intensely. "You want my cum, Babydoll? Huh?"
"Yes, please." She nodded, licking her lips again. "I want your cum."

The corner of his mouth kicked up in a brief smile, pride on his face, before it collapsed, and effort appeared in the corners of his eyes, his mouth turning into a firm line. "Yeah. You're gonna get it, Babydoll. If you want it? I'm gonna...."
He stiffened, his cock throbbing hard, before the familiar thumping feeling, combined with the spreading wet heat filled her. A long growl left him, as his lip curled, and his teeth became bared. He was staring down at her, as intensely as before, as his hips jutted into hers, several times, as the muscles in his arms and chest became prominent.

How was it, that something that looked so painful, was pleasurable? She wondered, as she watched her husband, unable to reach out and enfold him in her arms. This moment, where he looked like he was wrestling with his own body, fighting through whatever pleasure was hitting him, looked almost like he was fighting to keep his own heart beating.

And honestly, he had remarked that he often felt like she would be the death of him, especially after having sex with her.

For all that, she reflected, as he seemed to gasp for breath, catching himself from crushing her under his body, his head dropping to let his forehead rest on her temple, she was glad that he was more resilient than any other male she had ever met.

She managed to reach up with one hand, placing it on his shoulder that was closest to her, stroking his sweaty skin with her fingers. She enjoyed how he kept his hips pressed into hers, keeping his still thumping cock in her, while still also keeping her in place.
Perhaps she would pull out some toys, later, after dinner.

"Oh, Babydoll..." he breathed, taking a single deep breath, and swallowing hard, before letting out a breathless laugh. "Always. Every damn time, Babydoll. Every damn fucking time."
She didn't understand what he was talking about, and really, she didn't care. She was still floating from the pleasure he had given her, and was more than willing to let him continue to feel his own. There was no rush.

They had time.

***

She finished setting the table, just as he turned the heat off from under the pot, pulling it from the stove and, after flipping the towel over his bare shoulder, began dishing it up onto the two plates that already held salad and steaks.

"Done." He told her, setting the pot in the sink. He shifted and picked up the plates, bringing them over to the table, setting one down in front of her, before setting the other one down in his spot. "I'll get the wine. Red?"
"If you want." She shrugged. "I'm not going to lie. I'm hopeless in knowing which wine goes with what food. Except white. I know white goes with fish. A dry white, I think."

He grinned, before going over to the wine cooler, opening it and looking for a moment, then pulling out a bottle. "Well, I think red with red meat. Granted, I'm pretty barbaric in that regard. I like to drink what tastes good. Thank god for Kitty, and her extensive wine collection."
"Especially since the alcohol doesn't affect us." She nodded, taking her seat, shifting her plate slightly, before bracing her elbows on the table, resting her chin on her folded hands. "I like the taste."
"Same." He nodded, grabbing the bottle opener off the table, and beginning the process of opening the bottle, and removing the cork. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I miss the feeling of the alcohol affecting me. But at the same time, I'm glad I have had to learn to appreciate the taste, rather than the drunkeness."
"I bet you were cute, drunk." She smiled, enjoying watching his hands movements as he was gentle with the bottle. "Cute, little, post thin Steve Rogers, drinking and trying to keep up with everyone else."
"I was a sloppy drunk." He shook his head, chuckling. "Then again, the alcohol was trash. Never could afford the good stuff, before the war, and during... Well, didn't really see the point, beyond camaraderie."

"I didn't really drink, before... well, before." She shrugged. "Kitty really kind of pushed. Wine with meals, wine while gossiping. Hard alcohol at the club. Junior liked to share a nip or two from his flask, during family events. But nothing really hit. You know how it is."
"I do." He nodded, pulling the cork out and tilting the bottle over her glass, letting a generous amount flow into the vessel, before lifting it and pouring some into his own glass. "When did you find out?"
"I was celebrating one of the dancer's birthdays. We all stayed after shut down, going shot for shot." She tilted her head, watching him, appreciating his bare chest, as he sat down. "I was the last person standing."
He nodded, picking up his glass, taking a sip. "You felt the stuff from Thor."
"Yes, I did." She laughed. "That was.. fun. Like, every thing was fuzzy, wrapped in cotton, my senses both dulled, and sharpened. And the heat? In my stomach? That was... nice. Really nice."

"You're a lush." He teased, winking at her. "My wife, the lush."
"Psssh." She snorted, waving a hand, picking up her fork and knife, cutting into the steak, before taking a bite. "I'm practically a teetotaler."
"Lies." He insisted, following suit. "You... my beloved, beautiful, amazing wife, are a lush. Or, at the very least, a cheap date. One drink, and you were floating away."

"Please. You enjoyed it." She accused, lightheartedly. "You enjoyed the sex afterwards."
"Not denying it." He grinned. "It was fun to watch you get like that, and know you were a little easier, in that state. Not that I would encourage any other woman or person to get like that, and then let someone take advantage of them. But... committed relationship."

She took another bite, nodding. "Good to know where the line is."
He laughed, shaking his head, as he also continued to eat.
After dinner, while he was doing the dishes, and a movie played in the background, she went into the bedroom, and knelt down. Opening the drawer they had located their sexual toys in. She felt his gaze on her back, as she began to pick through their various items, before she grabbed what she wanted. Rocking back onto her feet, she shut the drawer, and turned, catching Steve's head turn back to his washing. It was close enough she could have imagined it, if it wasn't for the near instant flush of his ears. It creeped down his neck, starting to bloom on his bare skin.
He had been watching.

And she loved that he had refused to put a shirt back on, after they came back to the RV.

She took her steps slowly, her fingers tightening on the toys, before she stood behind him, reaching up to hook the towel off his shoulder with one finger, before laying the leather and metal harness on the now vacated place. On his other shoulder, she draped the flogger. Once she was sure they wouldn't move, she ran her fingers down his back, feeling the jump and flex of his muscles under his skin, pausing at his waist, then sliding her fingers around it, tracing the waistband of his loose sweats. Once she found the little tie in the front, she slid both hands under the fabric, reaching down. It wasn't long, before she found his cock. Encirculing it in both hands, she began to slowly stroke it, making sure to pay attention to the loose skin at the head, moving it in the way he liked.

"I want to be fucked again, Sir." She kissed his shoulder blade, keeping her touch loose and gentle. Loving. She wanted him to know how she loved and appreciated every inch of him. Particularly the many girthy inches that he regularly used to pleasure him. "And I think I deserve to be punished, as well."

"Oh?" His voice was gruff, as he finished the dishes, seeming to be attempting to not let on how her touch was affecting him. Even though she could feel the throb of his excitement in his hard cock, as well as the gathering wetness from his pre-cum at the head of said cock. "You think you deserve punishment? What have you done, Babydoll, that deserves punishment?"
"I have dirty, dirty thoughts, Sir." She whispered, as she kissed his shoulder blade again, moving across his back to the other one, dropping kisses as she went. "Massively dirty, filthy thoughts."

Steve nodded, sucking in a slow breath as she gave him a long, strong stroke, before reaching down with one hand to begin to fondle his scrotum. "Are you ready to confess your dirty, filthy thoughts, to me?"
She grinned against him. "I am, Sir."

He put the last dish in the rack, reaching into the sink to pull the plug. He slowly reached for her wrists, tugging gently at first, but then with more force as she whined, turning stubborn. One more tug, and she let go, letting him pull her hands out of his sweats. He pushed her arms away, turning and looking down at her, leaning against the sink lightly, while raising an eyebrow at her, reaching up to grab the harness, and the flogger, off his shoulders. Inspecting them, he pursed his lips, nodding his head.
"Well then." He snapped his eyes to hers, and she shivered, at the hardness that entered them. "On your knees, Babydoll. If you're going to confess... you're going to do it properly."
She shivered again, dropping to her knees, reaching up to rest her hands on his thighs. "Yes, Sir."

"Now, Babydoll..." He reached out with a finger, still clutching the flogger in that hand, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. She inhaled the scent of the treated leather, her mouth salivating slightly at the memory of the taste of it. "What dirty, filthy thoughts have you been hiding from me?"

A/N: Leavenworth, Chelan, and now, Baker Lake! Whoot! And yeah, i also hated the Nutcracker Museum. Nothing against Leavenworth in particular, but i've always found it to be...too touristy. But I loved my summers camping at Baker Lake.
As always, votes and comments are appreciated!