through a glass, darkly {closed to notyourgerbil}

[throtteen]

[Four weeks have passed; leisurely, pleasantly, wonderfully passed. Nights filled with moans, sighs, gasps, and lips; days filled with laughs, sighs, smiles, and caresses. Sharon can't imagine being happier than right now and right here as Steve's wife in the White House. The meeting with the British Prime Minister goes smoothly, and Sharon is there by Steve's side as she meets him with a wide grin. The charity dinner for the Veterans of Foreign Wars goes off without a hitch, and Steve is there by her side as Sharon basks in the glory. Waking up in the morning in his arms with soft words of love and endearments, gently drifting to sleep with him still in her, soft touches when no one's looking, stolen kisses behind the rose bushes; you make her feel like a schoolgirl, Steve.

Things are perfect.

Amidst cries of protest and confusion, Sharon enters the Oval Office, a mob of flustered aides and assistants behind her suddenly quieting at the sight of President Steve Rogers with some members of his cabinet.]

I need to talk to you. [Arms at akimbo, jaw clenched, eyes cold and hard, and voice rigid, she's either unaware of the meeting or she doesn't care. Survey says, it's the latter; Sharon's so blind with rage and her brain filled to the brim with anger that she just doesn't care.]

Now.

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[notyourgerbil]

Thanks. [He gives her a smirk.

And then she's kissing him before he can reply and his arms move about her waist, pulling her closer, his tongue pushing against hers and... before he knows it it's over and he's looking down at her, breathless; she looks so good like that. So much that a small part of him wants to throw her on the couch and just take her, if she wanted it; she had that effect on him.

But no, he's the president, not some horny teenager. So he lets go of her and smiles, running a hand through his hair.] It's... something. Can't even think of a good word for it, think I'll just stick with 'wow'. And 'I love you.' [He put out a hand and brushed her cheek.]

[throtteen]

[Her smirk softens into a coy smile, gaze casting downwards, and a faint blush lighting up her cheeks.]

I think that's why I love you so much. After a decade, you still make me feel like a schoolgirl. [Sharon presses her hand against his.] I'll see you later then, yeah?

[notyourgerbil]

[He gave her hand a squeeze in response, then let go..] Don't do it on purpose, it's just... well, you. [He wondered then if this want would diminish, but he couldn't see that happening anytime soon, not when she was so willing, when she wanted him so much...]

Yeah, later. I'll just be counting the hours. [Alright, he's kidding, but he did wish he could cancel the day's work and spend the rest of his time with her, espeically since she wasn't feeling well.]

[throtteen]

[The smile still remains as she looks up at him with a cocked brow.] So it's my fault that almost nothing gets done around here, then? Well, in that case, I regret nothing.

[Now she's rolling her eyes, turning on her heels, leaving, and throwing a wave over her shoulder to him.] Yeah whatever, Romeo. Just don't you dare be late.

[Six hours later...

With a giddy smile threatening to split her face into two, Sharon smoothes down her floral-printed dress again before moving over to the small table in their bedroom to check the dinner, almost as if she was making sure that the meat, potatoes, and vegetables still looked perfect. A few hours earlier, as promised, she went to the doctor and, well, obviously what she got there wasn't bad news. It was good news, in fact; very, very good news. Now, she's waiting for Steve to come back; sitting on the edge of the bed with her barefeet pulled under her knees, Indian Style, watching a Daily Show rerun.]

[notyourgerbil]

[He really had counted the hours, though not obsessively, but the thought of spending time with Sharon that evening, just like every other evening, made the day easier. Still, he had no doubt that what he was doing was right, that he was the best thing for America, and his confidence in his mission didn't waver.

It was just that having her around brightened everything. And he was hoping everything was alright, too. So when he entered the room and saw the look on her face, relief washed over him. It couldn't be anything bad, right? Not if she looked like that.

Taking off his jacket, he took in the sight of her, smiling as he appraoched her, planting one soft kiss on her lips.] Hey, what'd the doctor say?

[throtteen]

[If it was possible, Sharon's grin widens when he enters.] Oh, this and that. [She's going to tell him; she's going to tell him. The news is at the tip of her tongue, she's going to tell him. And the nerves are getting to her now. Standing up, her back turned to him and her hands wring together, biting her bottom lip. She turns back to him.]

You love me right? [What? Of course, he does. They can't have a conversation without that being mentioned at least once. Alright, she isn't dying, but she can't help but be nervous about her news. She knows he won't react to it violently, but, beyond that, she just doesn't know. And that uncertainty frightens her. At least if she can get a positive, definitive answer from him, her tongue will loosen a bit and she can reveal the news.]

[notyourgerbil]

[Her question got a look of puzzlement, but he laid his hands on her shoulders and smiled a bit.] Yeah, course I do. What's wrong?

[throtteen]

Okay, thank you. And you know I love you too. I just love you so much, and I hope you don't get annoyed by the news. Please, don't. It's good news. [Oh, she's rambling. That tends to happen when she gets really nervous (which rarely, if ever, happens).

She's able to stop herself and calm herself down with a sharp intake of breath. Alright, alright, she's going to do it. And with a poor attempt to cover up how fucking happy she is.]

Steve. I'm... pregnant.

[notyourgerbil]

R-Really? [he looked surprised at first, even though he knew he shouldn't have been, the truth was that he hadn't given it much thought... But they weren't using any protection, either, and he'd made Faustus remove taht damn birth control device. Of course if Sharon had wanted the pill he'd've let her have it, but...]

Wow, you mean I'm gonna be-- And you're-- [he couldn't keep the happiness from his voice now, and he lifted her up and spun her around not once, but twice.] That's great! [He pressed his lips to hers then in a long, happy kiss.

He really was happy; this meant so much more now that she wanted it, that she was happy, too.]

[throtteen]

Oh! Steve...! [She laughs as he spins her around, the hem of her dress flowing and flying up. She then lets out a pleased noise into his mouth, nails scrapping against the back of his neck.]

You're happy then? I was afraid you weren't going to be. That'd you see this as a nuisance.

[notyourgerbil]

[Of course a shiver goes through him at her hands on his neck, and moves to the bed, sitting down with her in his lap, kissing her again.]

Yeah, course I am. Why would it ever be a nuisance? I love you, I'd love for us to have a family. [And children to carry on what he started when they were both gone. But he found that really wasn't the only reason for his happiness at the moment.]

[throtteen]

Aw, quiet. [She rests her cheek on his shoulder, arms wrapped around his waist, as she places a soft kiss on his neck.] I bet you were having the same thoughts when you proposed to me.

[Tears begin to stream from her eyes and she looks away from him to an imaginary spot, wiping them away with a swipe of her pinky finger.] Oh god. I'm literally crying from joy. How ridiculous is that?

[notyourgerbil]

Yeah, I was... a little bit. [The more he thinks about the fantasy Faustus had created for her, the more he wishes it were just the truth.

He wipes away her tears, giving her a wide, happy smile.] It's not, you're happy. So am I. [He kissed her then, slow and soft.]

[throtteen]

[She can't help but giggle when he began to kiss her.] I'm sorry. [She pulls away.]

Just expect a lot of my swinging hormones. My mom told me she was very emotional when she was pregnant with me. I'm not sure how I'll act, but it could be like that.

[notyourgerbil]

[He shakes his head.] Don't have to apologize, and I'll keep that in mind.

Sharon, we should celebrate. [He runs his hand up her back.] Nice, quiet dinner, then maybe.... [He trails off.]

[throtteen]

[She lightly smirks.] My mom said something like that too. [Clearing her throat, she changes her voice to a little more high-pitched, posh Virginian accent;] "Never apologize for your emotions, Sharry. Pushing a watermelon through a pear is punishment enough."

Then maybe what? [Brow cocks before she softly sighs.] I don't know Steve. I'm kind of exhausted. Let's have dinner then we can discuss whatever this "then maybe" is. I don't like having things set in stone.

[notyourgerbil]

[He laughed at her impression of her mother.] You'll do fine... Sharry. [He couldn't help but tease her with the name, though he doubted she'd want him using it, which is why it was only a joke.

He lets go of her, pulling away slightly.] I think you know, but you're probably right. Maybe tomorrow, you're gonna need a lot of rest.

[throtteen]

[Yeah, she's not amused by your joke.] Glad you have faith in me... Stevie.

Is that a promise? [Sharon moves closer to him, wrapping her arms around him.] Oh c'mon; just cos we won't get intimate right now doesn't mean we can't wear each other like socks. [Lightly nipping at his neck, she whispers into his ear;] Besides, my schedule's all clear tomorrow. I'm free. In fact, I don't even have to get out of bed tomorrow if I don't want to.

[notyourgerbil]

[He shook his head, still smiling.] Right, no more nicknames.

And yeah, course it is. [He held her close, too, pulling her into his lap and resting his head against her shoulder.] S'alright, I don't mind, just being close to you... it's nice.

[But of course he shivered when he felt her teeth against his neck, even lightly, and he shifted his gaze up to her.] Really? That great, so's mine. [Yeah, he's just gonna clear it.] Lots of time for you to rest then. [And he is kidding now, since he doubts a lot of resting will happen. But he'll only do anything if she feels up to it.]

[throtteen]

Not those nicknames. [She turns to gently pinch his cheek, smiling.] Cos I just love my Captain Stamina.

[Huffing out a chuckle, she continues to nip at his neck, taking little bits of his skin between her front teeth.] You like when I do that, don't you? And lots of time for us to rest. Resting is, at minimum, a two-person activity. It's not as fun by yourself.

[notyourgerbil]

[Running his hand through her hair, he returns her smile.] Yeah, always been a fan of that one myself.

Course I like it when you take time off. Rest is a two person activity... Or in my case, it only works when I'm with you. Guess it's sort of a.. Sharon activity.

[throtteen]

[The next bite on his neck is a little harder; not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to emphasize her point.] And it better stay that way. Remember... [Her teeth move along his neck, up along his jaw, before she nips at his bottom lip.]

I've got other options, pal.

[notyourgerbil]

[He groaned softly at her teeth on his neck; he always liked it when she did that, and he liked doing it return, too.]

Yeah... wouldn't ever want anyone else, though. [Well, no one living. But he quickly silenced the direction of that thought by kissing her deeply.]

[throtteen]

[She moans into his mouth, quick fingers deftly undoing his tie then tugging the buttons of his shirt loose; their meal on the table nearby forgotten to her as a white, hot passion burns through her body. Her tongue pushes against his, hands holding onto him by his neck.]

pretend he's kissing Sharon in dis icon here xD

[notyourgerbil]

[Returning every bit of her affection, his tongue rolling against hers, he fell back onto the bed with her on top of him, one hand pushing into her hair while the other travelled down her back.

He had no objections to her removing his shirt, and the hand on her back gradually roamed downward until he took hold of her dress and pulled it up slowly.]