Strange Impressions

First Date and Make-Out Session

Friday night rolled along and I was nervous and excited for the date with Stephen. I had set out a couple of different outfits on the bed, chewing on my bottom lip in deep thought about which one I should wear. The first was a little too casual, a black tank top and blue jeans, with sandals. The next outfit was maybe too formal, similar to what I had worn to Steve’s birthday party. The last was a simple red dress with black heels.

I groaned in frustration at the indecisive options. He was going to pick me up in an hour and that meant that I was little behind in getting ready. Running my hands through my hair, I continued to stare at the three outfits, still not coming to a decision. I started to pace the floor, hands rubbing the back of my neck. It was possible that I was overthinking this and letting my nerves get the best of me. He definitely affected me in ways I didn’t think were possible.

“Sophie, are you okay in there? The guys say that you keep groaning and they’re concerned about you,” Natasha’s voice called out, knocking first. I treaded over to the door to let her in my room.

“I don’t know if I can do this. He’s going to be here to pick me up at 8 and I can’t decide on a blasted outfit. I mean, what if he doesn’t like what I choose? What if I’m too casual or too formal?” I answer her, the words flying out of mouth at a fast rate. Natasha giggled and I shot a glare her way in annoyance.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry, but you have got to calm down. The man isn’t even here and he’s already got you flustered. I’m sure he’s going to love whatever you decide to wear. It’s you in it after all. Though I don’t think that these,” she gestured to the clothes on the bed, “aren’t the right choices,” she told me. Walking over to my open closet, she pulled out a short black dress that I had bought a few years ago. It was one that I wore often to parties or special events that we attended as a team.

“Now this is what you should wear tonight and wear those cute black booties you wore to Tony’s birthday party,” She said, hanging it on top of the closet door. I sighed, relieved that she had come by and to offer her expertise. Natasha walked over and pulled me into a tight embrace, rubbing her hands up and down my back in a soothing motion.

“Stop overthinking everything. You’re not going to scare him away. Trust me. He’s crazy about you. Remember what I said-“

“Yeah, yeah, be myself. Thank you Natasha. I don’t know what I would without my best friend,” I interrupted her before letting go.

“Now, get ready. You’ve lost 15 minutes already. He’ll be here soon,” she stated, leaving my room, the door clicking shut. Quickly changing out of my lounging attire, I pulled on a matching bra and underwear before slipping on the dress. I kept my makeup natural, not wanting to overdo it too much. I left my hair down but straightened it to be presentable. Closing my eyes, I focused on pushing out all the thoughts swarming around in my head, ready to have fun.

“Sophie, Strange is here,” Tony’s voice alerted from the intercom. Breathing deeply, I took one last look in the mirror, smoothing out my dress that hugged my figure in the right places and exited my room. Making my descent down the stairs, I saw Stephen standing at the entrance of the compound, dressed in a crisp white shirt and black trousers. Turning in my direction, his shimmering blue eyes took my breath away. I momentarily paused on the staircase, taking him in, all of him. The way he looked, the way his eyes brightened when he smiled at me. I continued my way down to him, his gaze locked onto me until I was close enough to touch him.

Leaning down, he kissed me on the cheek, before he linked his fingers with mine.

“You look gorgeous. Are you ready to go? I’ve got a great night planned for the two of us,” he greeted me. I nodded and waved by to Tony, watching as Stephen created a portal with his sling ring. We stepped through, the portal closing behind us.

The portal opened up in front of us to the Sanctum Santorum, the beauty of it causing me to gasp. Stephen chuckled, taking a few steps forward and spreading his arms out.

“Welcome to the Sanctum Santorum. Beautiful isn’t it?” he commented, a smile gracing his face. I nodded, spinning around to admire all of the relics surrounding us. When I faced him again, there were just a few inches between us. I could reach out and touch him if I wanted to. I guess he could sense my thoughts because he closed the distance, wrapping an arm around my waist. He led me up the stairs to a candle lit dining room and plates of food sitting on the table.

“If I remember correctly, you love Italian food, which is what I’ve prepared for us tonight,” Stephen commented, his low voice rumbling in my ear. He pulled out my chair allowing me to sit down before he sat down across from me.

“It’s perfect. Thank you,” I told him, pleased to see a blush appear on his cheeks. During dinner we talked about different books we’d been reading, or other interests, enjoying each other’s company. Following dinner, we brought our plates into the kitchen to clean up; I washed while he dried. Handing over the last plate to be dried, our hands brushed up against each other sending electricity through my arm. It lasted only a moment before I let go of the plate, waiting patiently as he finished drying it and placing it on the rack.

Wanting to touch him again, I reached over and took his hand in mine; they were cold to the touch. I lightly traced over the scars on his hand from his accident, pressing a gentle kiss on his knuckles.

“Sophie…” I heard him whisper, my eyes flicking up to meet his. He lowered his head down, his eyes focusing on my lips. My lips parted as he came closer, his lips a breadth apart.

“Yes. What is it?” I whispered, my heart hammering in my chest. He was so close now and all I wanted was for him to kiss me, to kiss me like I haven’t ever been kissed before.

“Don’t stop,” he answered me, before he finally kissed me. He pulled me tightly against his body, deepening the kiss. My hands found their way around his neck, my fingers lacing in his hair. He kissed me once more and then picked me up in his arms, one supporting my back, the other underneath my knees. He carried me out of the kitchen and to his room. He put me down, closing the door behind him with his foot.

Stephen’s lips were on mine again, his hands cupping my face as we stood in the middle of the room, not breaking the kiss for a few minutes. He walked me back towards the bed, coming up for air, so that we could sit down upon it. I pushed him back against the pillows, straddling his lap. I leaned down and kissed him again, wanting his touch all over me. Our make-out session was getting heated and I moved my lips down to his jaw and then to his neck. I trailed kisses up to his ear, nipping a bit, eliciting a moan from him.

Meeting his lips again, he made the move to push me down on the mattress, his hands pinning mine above my head, fingers lacing together. He trailed more passionate kisses down to my collarbone before momentarily pausing his actions. He removed his hands from mine, sitting up putting some space between us.

“Everything okay?” I asked, breathing hard from the make-out session. He nodded and I placed a hand on his shoulder, getting him to look at me.

“You have no idea what you do to me Sophie. I could kiss you forever. I just want to touch but I don’t want to rush this relationship. I like you too much and I don’t want to screw anything up,” he told me. I smiled and kissed his cheek, laying my chin on his shoulder.

“I like you too. I’m sorry. We can stop. We could watch a movie and cuddle if you want to. I don’t want to rush this relationship either but I do love kissing you,” I stated, causing him to laugh. He took my hand in his, kissing it bringing another smile to my lips. I moved as he got off the bed and turned on the TV and the DVD player. Selecting a horror movie from the bookcase next to the TV, he popped it in, joining me back on the bed. We lifted up the covers and climbed in next to each other, his arm wrapping around my shoulders. He pulled me closer to him so I could rest my head on his chest and pressed play. It was a nice feeling being around him and I was happy he had asked me out on a date.

The movie ended and we laid down next to each other, looking deep into each other’s eyes. Stephen caressed my cheek, kissing me sweetly.

“Stay the night? I don’t want to leave just yet. I like being near you,” he told me, his voice low and raspy. Exhaustion was taking over both us, the night getting later and I didn’t want to return to the compound.

“Sure. I’d like that,” I responded, snuggling him, my head nuzzling his neck. I don’t know how long it took us to fall asleep but when I awoke, the sun was peeping in through the window. The next thing I noticed was Stephen’s arm draped across my torso, our fingers laced together. I turned to face him and ran my hand through his hair, my thumb resting against his cheek, rubbing back and forth.

“Good morning Stephen,” I whispered, receiving a hum in return. He opened his eyes and pulled me into a kiss. He rolled me onto my back and continued kissing me, the passion from the previous night returning. He nipped at my bottom lip, gently, my lips parting for him to slip his tongue inside.

“Mm…Stephen. What happened to not rushing things?” I murmured in between kisses, teasing him. He laughed and kissed me one last time before pulling away. He returned to his side of the bed.

“I’m stopping but I can’t help it if you’re so irresistible,” he commented, eliciting a giggle from me. We got out of the bed and had breakfast together before he returned me to the compound before training started for the day.

“Can I see you again? There’s a show coming next week I’d like to take you to,” he asked me. I nodded and he kissed me goodbye, returning to the Sanctum.

“Looks like someone had a good time,” Steve greeted me as he walked by, water bottle and towel in hand.

“One of the best times ever,” I replied.

’Training begins in ten minutes. See you down there,” he told me. I nodded and headed up to my room to change.

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