Moments: Six

Moments: Six

Pairings: Chris Evans x reader

Word Count: ~8k

Warnings: A little of everything: smut, fluff, angst, language, alcohol.

Note: As usual, the italics are flashbacks. I tried to give us some tidbits of the time they’ve been together without writing out six months! Bolds are text. I’m aware that the timeline in the real world of movie releases and shooting is off; it’s a work of fiction so I manipulated things to work in my favor… or I was as vague as possible to avoid anyone noticing.

This got filthier each time I came back to it. I’m not sorry; I’m into these two horndogs.

Moments Masterlist

2014: Washington DC (6 months together)

Chris: flight just landed, see you soon Y/N: 💋can’t wait to see you Chris: hope you didn’t make plans… Y/N: get here quick or i’ll start without you

Y/N hit send on the last message and then stared at the last picture she’d taken. She was heavily debating sending it to him. It had been two very long months since they’d seen each other and both Chris and Y/N were very open about how they planned to spend at least half of their time together.

She took a deep breath and attached the picture. It was simple and tasteful should it fall into the wrong hands, but did not leave a whole lot to the imagination. It was Y/N’s reflection in her floor-length mirror, sitting on the end of her bed in one of his flannels that she’d stolen the last time she saw him; the shirt was all the way unbuttoned and she had nothing on under it. She’d artfully draped the bottom of the shirt across her thighs to cover herself… but she was quite pleased with it.

Chris: i’m in public 🥵️ Y/N: seems like a you problem

She giggled to herself before standing up from the end of the bed. She examined herself from several angles before deciding to simply turn her back to the mirror and drape her arm over the top of her head, making the flannel rise and expose the curve of her ass; she smirked over her shoulder into the mirror. She hit send and was not surprised when she got another immediate response.

Chris: bunny, i’m wearing sweats Chris: this is cruel

Y/N didn’t respond to those, opting instead to saunter into the living room of her condo while she buttoned 2-3 of the buttons on the shirt and then poured herself a glass of wine. Once she was tucked under a blanket on the sofa, she flipped her phone back open and went to one of her albums of photos she and Chris had taken together or sent to each other in the six months together.

They weren’t all scandalous, but plenty of them were. She scrolled quickly through several of him shirtless in low-slung sweats or his boxer briefs; she didn’t need any help riling herself up right now. Y/N slowed down when she got to the last time she’d visited him in LA two months ago. The LA trip was four months into their relationship but was the first chance for her to see the Hollywood side of Chris.

LA: 4 months together

Chris stretched luxuriously in his California king, the sunlight glowing behind the drawn curtains. He blinked open slowly, reaching towards the other side of the bed to pull Y/N’s warm body closer to his. When his hands came up empty and he found her space cold and empty, he fluttered his eyes all the way open and forced himself to sit up.

It was barely 7a, but he knew his little east coast girl had probably been awake for hours. She’d been at his LA home for three days and couldn’t seem to get acclimated to the time difference. Chris started to push himself out of bed when he heard the creak of the floorboards and looked up to see Y/N tiptoeing back into the room with two mugs in hand. He watched her use her elbows to try to push the bedroom door closed again and couldn’t help but laugh at her face when she used too much force and the door closed with a loud thud.

“Sorry, babe, did I wake you?”

“I was just coming to find you,” he took the cup of coffee from her and turned to put it on the nightstand, “how long have you been up?”

Y/N crawled back into bed and Chris took note of the way his ratty old Adidas t-shirt she was in made her look so effortlessly sexy. “About two hours,” she said sheepishly as she accepted his open arms and snuggled into him.

“Not bad this time! By the time you leave, you’ll be sleeping until 9,” he grinned and kissed the top of her head. She’d tucked herself into his side and hitched her leg up over his hip. He held his arm around her shoulder while she played with the hair on his chest and his other hand came to rest on her knee. A silence fell over them while they both took at the moment. Being next to each other, being able to touch each other and hear the other's breathing was a rare commodity and this moment was precious. In their four months together, they’d managed to visit each other several times and spoke on FaceTime most days– sometimes just for a quick five-minute call and sometimes for hours.

“What time do the festivities start today?”

Chris sighed and shifted in bed enough to reach his coffee and take a long sip, “you mean the chaos?”

“Aren’t you excited?”

He snorted, setting his coffee back down and readjusting her so she was as tightly wrapped around him as possible; he couldn’t get enough of her weight pressed against him and her heartbeat tapping against his skin. “This is the part of my job I really loathe.”

Y/N was silent, letting him gather his thoughts, and eventually, he continued, “I love acting, I love bringing a character to life and making people happy. I love telling these stories. But I hate the cameras flashing and the microphones in my face and the same question from ten different people and making sure I don’t fuck up in an interview.”

“That does seem stressful,” her fingers were now tracing his tattoos, “and there is no way to avoid any of that?”

He shrugged, jostling her body slightly, “it comes with the territory. I just wish you could be there.”

She lifted her head and looked at him carefully, “Why? I thought your team said it was a bad idea.”

“I shouldn’t have told you that,” he sighed heavily, “it’s not a bad idea. It’s just a risk because of the attention that’ll fall on you if you walk the red carpet with me or you’re seen holding my hand at the after-party. And believe me, I wouldn’t let you out of my arms if you were with me.” He ran his fingers up her spine, lifting the shirt she was wearing and exposing her backside. “But I want you there. You’re just… you make me…” he let the words hang heavily in the air between them while he stared at her. Then he finished, “I’m calmer when I’m with you.”

Chris’s hand ran back down her back and settled on her ass, squeezing it gently before offering a playful slap. It made Y/N yelp and pull away, “Christopher!” She moved to sit up but he was faster– he rolled himself on top of her, the sheet that had been covering his naked body slid away and he settled himself in between her legs. He trailed kisses across her neck while his hands pushed the shirt up her body to expose her breasts and kneed one in his hands. He moved his face towards her lips to kiss her but instead of moaning as she often did when his hands were on her, she made a noise of disgust. “Evans, I love you, but your morning breath is on another level, go take care of that, and then we can pick this up.” She laughed, pushing at his chest but he was frozen above her, his eyes wide.

“What?”

Y/N made a face, “no one has told you your breath smells? C’mon, Hollywood, even you’re not immune.”

“No, you said…” He was gaping at her, still holding a breast in one hand and anchoring his weight with the other. He was breathing his morning breath directly on her face, making her squirm, but he didn’t care. He needed to be sure he’d heard her right. He needed to be sure this was happening.

“What did I–OH!” Her brain caught up to her mouth and she realized what had come tumbling out. She felt heat creep up her neck and cheeks and her hands flew up from where they’d been on his chest to cover her face.

Gently, he rearranged his body to cradle her head in one hand and use the other to pry her hands away from her face. Begrudgingly she let him. “I’m going to kiss you now, bad breath or not.”

“You are?” Her voice was small and she held her bottom lip between her teeth. “Are you sure?”

“I love you too, Y/N,” Chris grinned at her before slotting his lips across hers and kissing her, pushing his tongue into her mouth– but that was where she drew the line.

“Okay seriously, toothbrush, we can make out after.” He chuckled as he rolled off of her and sauntered into the ensuite. Y/N watched his ass as he left and he knew it; he threw a wink over his shoulder and wiggled it at her before closing the door behind him. She pulled the covers up over her face and squealed.

Once he was back out of the bathroom, he crawled back across the bed and sprawled on his back, pulling Y/N on top of him to kiss her while she was pressed against him. He pulled her shirt over her head and moved her body up so she hovered over his face and he could slowly, painstakingly feast on her. Before she could hit her high, she pulled off of him, turned around, and slid down his body to take him in her own mouth. He kept working her over, adding his fingers inside of her or using his hands to pull her apart. She continuously had to stop her work to breathe heavily or let out a low moan before returning to him.

Y/N crashed over the edge first, again needing to pause to cry out and pant heavily before finishing him off and collapsing on top of him. She was well aware of her glistening sex directly in his face but she didn’t care. She was so content and relaxed feeling their bodies pliant and pressed together.

All too fast, Chris’s alarm went off to remind him that his team would be arriving soon to do all the prep for premier day. After a shower together, she sat beside him, watching him prep for questions, be primped and poked and prodded, and then he dragged out to the waiting town car- not before a searing kiss- and leaving her alone in his beautiful, huge home.

It made her sad. She knew it was to protect her and her privacy, but she didn’t want it anymore. They’d been photographed before and speculations had flown around before dying down. Chris was cavalier and handsy in public, always with a hand in her back pocket, on her waist, a kiss on her cheek or forehead or lips. It wasn’t a secret they were together- even if it hadn’t been officially confirmed by his team- and it made her sad to be left behind for such a big moment.

Chris text her from the car, then even from inside the theater- he missed her, needed her presence, and couldn’t wait to have her on the red carpet with him someday. Yet she still couldn’t shake her growing sadness and questioned if this would work. If his team would always get the final say. She’d commit to him for life tomorrow if he asked, but she couldn’t do it if it came with all these rules. It didn’t help that she’d taken Chris’s team up on a few drinks while he got ready- something he usually did- and once he left, she opened a bottle of wine.

She allowed herself to wallow and her anxiety to spike while she snuggled into the couch and drank more. She turned her phone off and left it on the kitchen counter, opting to give herself a full drunken pity party and watch old episodes of Gilmore Girls.

The front door slammed and startled Y/N; she sat up quickly and pulled the blanket over her head- as if that would stop an intruder.

“Y/N!” Chris’s voice barked from the front door. She could hear his footsteps in his dress shoes but opted not to take the blanket off of her or respond to him. She just slithered back down. She heard him come to a stop and would’ve bet money his hands were on his slim hips. He repeated his name softer- he was standing over the sofa.

“What.”

“Your last text said ‘maybe I should go home’ and then you didn’t respond again. For 45 minutes. I was worried you actually left, so I came home.”

The blanket was still over her but she shrugged and then hiccuped.

“Are you alright?” She could hear his voice dripping with barely hidden anxiety.

“No.”

“What’s going on baby?” The couch cushions shifted when his weight sat next to her. His hand was heavy on her hip as he pulled the blanket away from her face. He stifled a laugh when he saw her hiccuping and clearly drunk; she was adorable. “Babe?” He prompted again.

“I’m hungry.”

He was grinning. She didn’t need to look at him to know that, “is that the problem? You’re hungry? I can feed you.”

“You don’t have what I want,” she stuck out her bottom lip and whined.

“I’ll go to the store and get you whatever you want.”

“Why would you do that? You’re a movie star who’s too important for me and I’m not good enough to be with. Why would you bother going to the store for me? Aren’t you supposed to be at some fancy Hollywood party?”

He sighed, “is that what this is about honey?”

She was crying. She wasn’t even aware of it through her hiccups and snot, but she nodded weakly. Chris pulled her gently by the shoulders and dragged her up and into his lap.

“Baby, I fucked this up. I should’ve pushed for you to come. Tonight should’ve been with you by my side. I’m proud of you and I love you and I shouldn’t have let it pan out this way. Hey,” he jostled her, using his forefinger and thumb to tilt up her chin. “You are the most important person in my life. It’s been four months but I know I’m going to marry you. You’re it. You should’ve been there tonight. I’m so sorry it made you feel like you aren’t good enough for me. You’re so far out of my league, baby,” he kissed her nose and her cheeks, and her forehead. Using his thumbs, he tenderly wiped tears away and kissed her lips gently. “Talk to me, Y/N.”

She was quiet while she tried to calm down her blubbering.

“Y/N, sweetheart, you’re killing me. Please talk to me.”

She tucked her face into his chest and mumbled against his Dolce suit. If she’d been sober, she would’ve spent far more time admiring him in his dapper outfit for the evening. His hair was growing back and his Cap muscles were still intact and required his suit to be perfectly tailored to his sinewy body. But alas, she was far from sober and burrowed deeper into his chest. He pulled her away and asked her to repeat herself and she said, “I really want a Cinnamon bun.”

Chris's guffaw echoed across the room and reverberated through both of them. He patted her hips, kissed the top of her head, and moved her off of him, “I’ll get you a cinnamon bun.” He started to stand up, “do you want to come to the store with me Bun?”

“Bun?” Y/N looked up at him as she climbed off the sofa and followed him to the bedroom where he changed out of his handsome shout and into sweats. Her eyes tracked his quick movements and before she knew it, he was pulling her by the hand back out of the bedroom and to the garage.

“My drunk little Cinnamon bun. My sweet bunny,” he laughed again as he held the car door open while she climbed in, “I think it’s a good nickname for you. I poured my heart out and you asked me for pastries. I don’t want to forget this moment, so you’ll forever be my cinnamon bunny.”

In the morning, the tabloids and online outlets all had various headlines and photos from their late-night grocery run: Chris Evans Bails on Marvel Premiere to Grocery Stop with Girlfriend. Needless to say, his team was furious with both of them, Y/N was very hungover, but when Chris answered each phone call in the aftermath, he started the same way: “Confirm it. She’s not going anywhere.” She continued to scroll through those visit photos and then entered more photos that had been sent during their time apart, more shirtless, more from bed, more that made her heart race, and then got to the pictures from her second Prague visit, just about three months into their relationship. They’d gone sightseeing, they’d been to dinner together, and they’d been able to be a normal couple in the early stages of a relationship while they could remain inconspicuous tourists to most people.

Chris had taken several days off of shooting to take her to museums and on dates, to spend one whole rainy day together in his hotel room, and to introduce him to some of the people he was working with. By that point, they’d hit a rhythm and had gotten to know each other much better. They were calling most days and spending hours on the phone. No matter how tired they were, they always made the time to call– it was new and exciting– and Y/N had never known that phone sex could truly be so good… especially when a delivery had arrived at her front door containing something that he could manipulate from an app in Prague.

Between Y/N’s two trips to Prague was Chris's trip back to the states for a two-week break from filming. He’d spent the first week at home in Boston visiting with his parents, his sisters, and his brother for a while…

DC: 2 months together

Chris finished loading the last of the dishes in his mother’s dishwasher before he grabbed another beer and headed back to join his family at the table. They were in the middle of a conversation about town gossip, as they always tend to fall into when the siblings are all back together when he sat down between his mom and brother.

The lull in conversation allowed Scott to start a new topic with a smirk on his face, “So Chris,” he leaned back in his chair, partially in a show of casual confidence and partially to get further away from Chris’s swatting distance, “any special lady in your life?”

Chris couldn’t stop the blush that covered his face; Scott knew damn well what he was doing. He was Chris’s confidant and knew all about Y/N. Hell, he’d been on the phone when they’d finally connected and then called incessantly the day after to find out all the details. He’d given them easily while Y/N showered and hung up quickly for fear of her catching him gushing just hours into their relationship.

He clenched his teeth and glared at his brother over his shoulder but the damage was done: his mom and sisters were at full attention now. “Chris?”

“I just– she is– we’ve been–” Chris stuttered several different responses and dropped his head, rubbing his still closely shorn hair. He took a swig of beer and then sat back in the chair, taking the opportunity to smack Scott across the chest before looking at the women around the table. “Yes.”

With practiced composure, all three of them nodded but were clearly bursting with questions. Lisa spoke first, “what’s her name?”

“Y/N.”

“Where did you meet her?”

“Prague.”

“No you didn’t,” Scott piped up, clearly loving this moment.

“Shut up,” he grunted. “We reconnected in Prague. I met her in…” he hesitated; where should he even start this story? How much energy did he have to expend on this right this second? Assuming they stayed together– and he hoped like hell they did– it would all come out, but did they have to know all the pieces right now? “I’ve known her for a while.”

“Is it someone we know?”

“Yes!” Scott piped up. “I mean you know of her.”

“So no one we’ve met before,” Lisa prodded, “how long have you been seeing her?”

“Two months, but it’s been mostly long distance. We’re still figuring things out.”

“Does she live in Prague?”

Chris shook his head, “no, she lives in DC.” Shit. He’d said too much.

Carly’s eyes widened as she processed, “you don’t have to work next week, do you?”

“No,” he said quietly, avoiding his mother’s eye contact; he’d told his family that even though he had two weeks off, he had to spend the second one in DC to work on some promotions for the latest Captain America… which wasn’t entirely untrue. He did have one meet and greet while he was there. But he’d scheduled that after he knew he was going to visit Y/N. “I’m spending the week at Y/N’s before I head back.”

“Is it serious?” Lisa asked quietly. She watched her oldest son’s face; everything about him was different. He was lighter– he had been from the moment he’d walked in the house today and every phone call she’d had with him in months. He was more clear-headed, he was calmer, he was happier. Lisa knew, even if Chris didn’t, that this woman would be different for him.

He nodded, “I think this is it,” he voiced to the quiet table. It was the first time he’d said it out loud but he’d been thinking about it since he woke up with her the very first morning. The way his heart swelled being near her and his chest ached with the need to talk to her every day, to know what she was thinking and wearing and had eaten for breakfast. He could hardly sleep if he hadn’t talked to her and even then he slept better when she was with him– he’d never had that before. He, quite frankly, didn’t always like to share a bed with someone for more than a night or two, but he craved her touch and her laugh, and hearing her voice soothe the voices in his head.

The moment was broken when Chris’s phone started to vibrate on the table and Scott snatched it before Chris could. “Look who it is!”

“Scott, c’mon, man,” Chris held out his hand to his brother who had jumped up from the table and was wiggling the phone at Chris where Y/N’s ID picture– the two of them in his trailer in Prague taken by one of his co-stars– was on the screen trying to FaceTime.

Scott stuck his tongue out at his brother. Then he turned the phone to face him, swiped across the screen, and grinned at Y/N, “hey sweetheart!”

Chris heard Y/N’s laugh, “Hi Boo, are you tormenting my boy?” Just the sound of her voice made Chris’s knees weak and he knew he was grinning. It didn’t matter how angry he was with his stupid brother, just knowing she was right there made him melt.

“He makes it too easy!”

“Be nice to him, I like him, and I owe you a broken ankle.” Chris barked a loud laugh and Scott shrugged with another smirk. The sisters and their mother exchanged confused looks.

“I’ll try,” Scott moved further away from Chris who was stalking toward him. “Do you want to talk to him?”

“Yes, please.” Y/N’s sweet voice was killing Chris; he needed to see her face too.

“Scott, give him the phone,” Lisa finally chimed in when she took in Chris’s mixture of smitten, love-dumb puppy and enraged brother.

“Fine,” he sighed and stopped moving, allowing Chris to stride across the room and snatch the phone away while Scott yelled, “but I think he should introduce you to everyone since we’re all here!”

“There’s my girl,” Chris practically cooed when he got the phone in his hands and started to head toward the back porch. “I miss you, baby.”

“You’re with your whole family? I can call you back. I just missed you too. I hadn’t talked to you since you landed yesterday and I needed to see your face,” she was in her living room– still the same one he’d stormed out of three years ago– and was sitting by the windows. He could see a glass of wine on the window sill behind her; her hair was piled on top of her head and she was in a sweatshirt and her glasses. “Now that I’ve seen you, that'll give me enough to tide me over. Go hang with your family.”

Chris still hadn’t made it across the house and to the back door, so everyone was, of course, listening. Lisa grinned at Scott and whispered, “do we like her? I think we like her right?”

Scott nodded vigorously, “we love her. She’s good for him.” Then to his brother, he yelled, “Mom wants to meet her!”

“Scott!” Lisa looked scandalized and turned to Chris, “do not make that girl talk to me, that is not fair to put her on the spot like that.”

“I’m fine!” Y/N yelled back through the phone and then to Chris, “if you’re okay with it, I’d love to talk to your mom.”

Chris glanced from her to his mom, sisters, and brother, waiting anxiously at the table, and then back to Y/N. He turned his back on his family and whispered to the beautiful woman on the phone, “are you sure?”

“Only if you’re okay with it.”

The smile that spread across Chris’s face was so huge that it actually hurt. He nodded as he walked back to the table and Y/N heard the scrape of a chair while Chris shuffled. He propped his phone up on an empty bottle of wine on the table and Lisa came into the frame, taking in Y/N for the first time; Y/N waved happily and greeted her before Chris was even settled next to Lisa in the frame.

45 minutes later, Chris wasn’t sure why he’d even hesitated. Y/N had chatted easily with Lisa, asking questions and easily laughing with her; his sisters waited a whole 10 minutes before they were clambering around the phone, shoving like classic siblings to try to get closer to the phone. Eventually, they moved to the living room and took to just passing Y/N around the room to talk to people with Chris trailing her and plopping down beside whoever was speaking.

Finally, after Carly and her family had left and they’d all talked enough, he yanked the phone away from Shanna and made it out to the back patio where he walked far enough into the yard to be sure he wouldn’t be overheard. “Hey baby,” he intoned, enjoying the moment for just them. “Thanks for that.”

“They’re delightful,” she offered genuinely, taking a sip of wine and then trying to stifle a yawn, “I’m glad I can put faces to names.”

“They adore you already,” he clicked over to the texts that were coming in on the family chat– the approval messages were flying in quickly with how adorable she was, how genuine she seemed, how much they hoped she could meet her, Lisa even suggesting Thanksgiving or Christmas. He smiled at the messages and then went back to Y/N, “Mom wants to see you for the holidays. Fuck, I can’t wait to wake up on Christmas morning with you. We can be here, we can be in DC, we can be in Puerto Rico, I don’t care. I just can’t wait to be with you more, baby.”

“I can’t either,” she mused quietly, her heart swelling as she listened to him talk about the future. The holidays were months away and he wanted to be with her as much as she wanted to be with him. They talked about the future in passing but this moment– after meeting his family– felt more concrete. This was it. He was it. He was the one. She listened to Chris continue to talk about potential holiday plans and smiled at him, offering encouragement and trying not to be too distracted in her daydreams of their future.

“You’re tired,” he said eventually when he saw her rub her eyes and watched her eyelids droop, “you should get some sleep. We can talk tomorrow.”

“You’ll have my undivided attention, I promise,” she blew him a kiss, “but you’re right, I need some sleep. Today was long.”

“I can’t wait to kiss you,” Chris didn’t attempt to hide the longing in his voice as he continued, “I just want to kiss you every day for forever, baby. Goodnight.”

They hung up and continued to check in via phone the rest of the week– albeit less frequently than usual so that Chris could spend some real quality time with his family. By the time Tuesday rolled around, Y/N was buzzing with excitement. Chris would be here by dinner time.

He’d insisted that she not pick him up from the airport– that he could easily take a cab– but she refused, even parking and walking in to wait at baggage claim. She bounced on her feet and played with her scarf while she paced and waited.

Eventually, the carousel started to flash the flight number and passengers gathered. She strained her neck and waited for his familiar public personal- hat, shoulders hunched, moving quickly- and spotted it quickly. He was behind a couple who was ambling, arm in arm, and she could tell he was debating between steamrolling by them and letting them be.

He was too far to yell, so she pulled out her phone- seeing that his was in his hands- and sent a simple im in a red scarf by the benches text. She watched him check it when it buzzed in his hand and then look up from under the brim of his hat to scan the room.

When they finally made eye contact, she felt like a racehorse waiting to be released. She knew he wouldn’t want to draw attention to himself but Y/N was coursing with adrenaline and need. She was trembling with excitement and so relieved when he broke into a grin and jogged around the couple to get to her.

To her absolute shock, he dropped his backpack, leaned forward, and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. Chris planted a very public, very emotion-filled kiss on her lips right there in the middle of Dulles baggage claim. She tucked her legs up behind her when he lifted her off the ground. He finally set her down and slid his hands into the back pocket of her jeans, giving her a quick squeeze before moving his hands to her hips and kissing her once more.

Chris knew his team would get wind of it- someone would snap a photo- and they’d be posted online and everyone would be pissed that they had to scramble.

He didn’t give a shit. She was his and she was back in his arms and he didn’t care who knew.

During his DC visit, he’d stayed mostly tucked away in her apartment, leaving to go to the gym or grab groceries, but enjoying the time relaxing at Y/N’s. She’d taken a couple of days off of work but not the whole week, so they spent a week of domestic bliss in the honeymoon phase. They’d wake up together, eat breakfast in bed, and shower together before she’d head off to work. When she got home, he’d have a simple dinner ready for her and listen to her day; he’d talk about his script and they’d run lines together. They’d finish the evening wrapped up together before falling asleep skin to skin.

And finally, she scrolled back enough in her photos to get to that first week. That first week of sex and room service. They had very few pictures from those early days– Chris had a few on his phone that no one but him could ever see– as they’d spent every minute that he wasn’t at work in his room. She’d kept her room for an additional two nights before Chris told her to cancel it and stay in his suite, to save the money and the time pretending that she’d ever sleep there again. Chris went to work, twice taking her on set to watch, and she wandered the city during the day. She’d head back to the hotel in the afternoons, usually arriving just in time for Chris to burst in the door and pounce on her. It didn’t seem to matter how exhausted he was from a day of arduous, physical scenes, he was always always ready for her. He’d taken her apart in every way possible in that short week together; she was glad they didn’t have all day together or there was no way she’d have been walking by her flight home the next Friday.

The slow scroll through their memories had taken her almost twenty minutes and she was startled when her phone buzzed in her hand.

Chris: 10 minutes

Y/N sent a quick reply and then a deep breath. Her nerves always spiked right before she saw him. The butterflies in her stomach and anticipation rising made her have to work to calm down. She took another sip of wine and went to the fridge to check if the beer she’d bought was cold enough. She then padded back to her en-suite to brush her teeth and check her makeup once more.

By the time the downstairs buzzer went off, she was pulsing with excitement and practically sprinted across the apartment to let him in. The last three minutes were the longest while she waited for him to climb the stairs and get to her. She was afraid to open the door in just the flannel- she didn’t need her neighbors catching a glimpse of too much- but she couldn’t decide where to be when he arrived. She was headed back towards the sofa when the knob turned and Chris called, “honey, I’m home,” and she couldn’t stop herself from running back across the room and into his arms. He kicked the door shut while she covered his face in kisses and he dropped his luggage to pull her against him.

“Hi, baby,” she cooed when she finally stopped kissing him long enough to look at his handsome face. “I missed you.”

“I’m all yours for 48 whole hours,” he grinned. His hands were already unbuttoning the handful of buttons she’d fastened; hers were already at his waist, yanking at the sweats he’d flown in.

“Get them off,” Y/N gasped between open mouth kisses he trailed across every bit of skin within reach. “Stop distracting me,” she whined, pulling back far enough to firmly grasp the waistband of his pants and shove them down. He kicked off his pants and shoes in one movement, only stumbling slightly but recovering to manhandle Y/N by the hips to press her chest against the back of the door.

Chris’s hands seemed to be everywhere at the same time while his lips trailed over her neck and shoulders, sucking licking, and kissing. His hands grasped handfuls of her ass, massaging and squeezing it more aggressively than he intended and unintentionally pushing her against the door; when her breath caught and he caught her eye over her shoulder, he squeezed roughly again and leaned in to murmur in her ear.

“Want a little roughhousing, bunny?”

Y/N mewed and pushed her ass back into his hands.

“Oh really,” his chuckle was dark and he slowed his movements, easing the pressure of his hands and trailing them up under the flannel and eventually pulling it off her shoulders. It drifted to the floor beside them next to his sweatpants, shoes, and luggage.

It wasn’t lost on Y/N that anyone walking down the hallway of her building could hear them pressed up against it, rattling the hinges, but she couldn’t get enough of his touch. His hands were soft and light trailing back down her shoulders, over the back of her ribs, to her hips, and finally landing with a rough smack on her ass before smoothing it over. She gasped and felt herself push into his hands again; his other hand raised off her other cheek and he landed another spank and another soothing rub, this time including a kiss as he knelt behind her.

Chris tilted her hips up and out, exposing her to him. She glistened in front of him and he used his hands to slowly pull her apart, his fingers sliding carefully through the slick. From this angle, he could see her clench and unclench around nothing. He was rock hard and his mouth watered when he took a hot lick up the center, continuing to trail up her lower back and spine to her neck, his tongue trailing across her skin and leaving goosebumps in its wake. When he was standing again, his full weight leaning against the door frame and Y/N’s body, his tongue ending its travel at her earlobe and changing over to nibbling on her soft skin.

Without a word, just the sound of both of their heavy breathing, he rutted against her, his boxer briefs still a barrier between them but his bulk rubbing deliciously against her, the cotton dampening with each thrust. “I want to taste you, babe, but I need you so badly.”

“Please fuck me, Chris, please,” she was whimpering, frantically rocking her hips back into him. Y/N kept one hand on the door, bracing her weight and the other reached back to blindly grasp for the band of his briefs. She turned over her shoulder to look at him, “please, now, Chris.” She was still trying to get his shorts off and he finally stepped away from her and dropped them quickly. She turned in the process and stepped forward and taking his length in her hands before he was entirely undressed. She pumped him slowly, the way she’d come to know he liked it, squeezing and twisting her wrist occasionally as she did.

“Fuck,” he groaned, grasping the back of her head and pulling her towards him for a dirty kiss.

“Please,” was her only response, pumping faster and starting to drop to her knees. Chris stopped her and pulled her off of him, using both hands to turn her by the hips to face the kitchen island. Their hands now interlaced, he leaned forward, his chest pressed to her back, and held her hands to the marble. The tip of his nose rubbed the back of her neck, and she sighed, “don’t be gentle, Chris.”

He hummed in response, making sure her hands were planted against the counter before again dropping to his knees behind her and again pulling her open, tasting her briefly, getting her bucking against his face before he stood up and plunged into her without preface. He paused at her gasp, allowing her a moment to adjust; with his chest pressed to her back, his fingers laced with hers, her head was able to fall back against his shoulder. When she murmured, “move, baby,” he did as she asked, setting a punishing pace and force. Although it was better than pressed against the door leading to the hallway, her kitchen was still quite close to the hallway; anyone walking could hear their dirty, lewd moans and the sounds of skin slapping.

Chris didn’t have to reach around to play with her clit; she came fast and hard without it, surprising both of them– and he pushed her towards another. He clenched his teeth and moved his hands away from hers to hold her hips steady. Y/N braced her whole body against the counter and met him thrust for thrust, fucking herself back on him. The second time she came, she’d used her own hands on herself while his fingers squeezed bruises on her hips. After her second climax, he came with– quite literally– a roar and pumped his seed into her.

His body weight slumped against hers on the counter and she turned over her shoulder to lazily kiss his cheek and stroke his neck. “I love you and I miss you,” she told him quietly, enjoying the moment of their bodies still connected and their breathing in sync as they came down.

“I love you,” he kissed her shoulder, “and I miss you,” he kissed her neck, “and I think we should talk about that while I’m here,” he kissed her lips.

Y/N pulled away, “about what?”

“About how much I love you and don’t like being away from you.”

“Chris…” her voice was laced with a warning tone, “what are you thinking.”

“Right now I’m thinking that I want to pull out and go snuggle in your bed instead of the kitchen island.”

Y/N agreed, and winced when he pulled out; she’d be deliciously sore tomorrow from the places he’d just hit. She led him into the bedroom and then the ensuite, pulling him into a quick shower with just a makeout session (okay, and some heavy petting) before he went back out to the foyer to turn out the lights, lock the door, and bring his suitcase in. She was in a simple pajama set and was crawling into bed when he came back, still wrapped in a towel, and bent over to dig through his suitcase for clean underwear.

When Chris finally joined her in bed, Y/N was sitting upright and staring at him, “okay, talk please.”

“Bun, I didn’t mean to freak you out,” he claimed his side of the bed and sat against the headboard. “I’ve just been thinking about us a lot.”

“Okay…” Y/N loved him, heart and soul. She loved everything about him, even the things she’d come to find annoying. She loved him, even when she didn’t always like him. But if he was about to propose, she’d say no. It wasn’t time for that yet, but his quiet demeanor was making her heart race. He held his hand out to grab hers and she let him. He interlaced their fingers and she felt the cool press of metal into her palm. Her eyes widened, and her heart race increased.

He was smirking his beautiful, perfect, stupid smirk at her and she was ready to cry. He was doing this right now? Panic coursed through Y/N.

Chris squeezed his hand in hers and then let go, slowly pulling his hand back to his lap.

It was a key.

She released a shaky sigh and picked it up, turning it through her fingers. If Chris wasn’t so nervous, he’d laugh at her. She looked like she’d never seen a key before the way she was staring and turning it over.

“What is this Chris?”

“It’s the key to my Boston house. I also have one made for you for the LA house too, but this one,” he pointed to the key in her hand and scooted closer to her, putting his hands on her knees, “this one is home. I’m hoping it can be our home.”

“What are you saying?”

“Move to Boston. Live with me.”

“In Boston?” Y/N’s eyes snapped up quickly from the key in her hand to Chris.

He nodded tentatively, “if you don’t want it to be my house now, we can go house hunting and get something that is just ours. I don’t care, I just want us to have a home together.”

“My life is here, Chris,” she said quietly. “I can’t move to Boston. My family, my friends, my job… they’re all here. For my whole life, I’ve been here.”

“I’ll fly you home whenever you want to see them. Or them to you. You don’t have to work right away when you move up, you can take your time and get used to the area and decide where you might want to work. I’ve thought about it a lot too and I know my mom would get you a job at the theater if you wanted to do something different. We’ll figure it out.”

“Have you really thought about this at all? We’ll figure it out doesn’t feel like a well-thought-out plan.”

“Of course I have! I’ve been thinking about asking you to move in with me for months.”

Y/N bit her lip and looked back down at the key that she was continuing to fidget with, “what if you move here?”

He hesitated, then shrugged, “I can’t really work from here.”

“You don’t work from Boston. You live there when you’re not in LA. I don’t want to uproot my life to move to Boston and have you in LA for half the year.”

“I won’t be in LA! Boston is my home. I’m only in LA when I have to be in the studios there. Most of the time if I’m not home, I’m on location.”

Y/N huffed, “that’s not a selling point, babe.”

“So,” he asked quietly, “you don’t want to move in with me?”

She knew she had to choose her words very carefully. She wanted to live with him and built a future with him; she wanted to marry him and have kids with him, but she didn’t want that with his lifestyle now. Y/N had thought about it so often– they’d never been more than two weeks in the same place. What if they spent longer together and it didn’t work? What if they hated the way each other chewed pretzels or left the door open to pee? What if he was away so much she got lonely? What if loving each other wasn’t enough?

“I want to move in with you,” she said calmly and clearly, “I’m just afraid we’re rushing it. And I’m afraid to move my whole life out of state when you’re not even there all the time.”

“After I finish directing, I’ve already cleared my schedule for the next seven months. I have eight more weeks on this project, not including two weeks of press and premieres when it comes out, and then I’m free for seven months.”

“Seven months?” She asked incredulously, “is that enough?”

“It’s enough for me.” The earnest look on Chris’s face was killing her. She knew this wasn’t the answer he was hoping for; she knew he’d been nervous to talk to her about this. She also knew that she needed to have her own life and not succumb to just being ‘Chris Evans’s girlfriend’. She had an identity and a career and friends and didn’t want to lose all of that.

“You’re enough for me,” she emphasized, “This scares me.”

“Keep your apartment here,” he said quickly, rushing to get out his thoughts, “Keep it until your lease is up, or extend it for another year. Keep it exactly as is, you can come back whenever you want and stay here and you’ll know you have a safety net to come back to if we– if it– in case you need it.”

She shook her head, “I can't afford that–” she saw the look on his face and cut him off, “--and before you offer, that’s too much to let you pay for it.”

“But that’s the solution. You can keep a piece of you as long as you want it. And if you aren’t happy with me or you aren’t happy in Boston, you won’t have to start again.”

“I don’t know, Chris, that seems like so much. Isn’t it too fast for this?”

“Think about it,” he sighed, leaning across to kiss her and take the key from her hand. He reached around her to toss it on her bedside table and then pulled her down to snuggle into his chest. “We have all weekend to talk about it.”

Y/N looked up at him and studied his pretty blue eyes, the scruff of his beard, and his whole handsome face. She sighed and pressed her lips into the soft juncture of his neck and jaw. “I’ll think about it.”

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