((Contains material of an adult nature.))
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The sound of the shower was heard coming from the direction of the bathroom, so it was apparent Steve had agreed to at least take advantage of Lucy's offer to get warm and dry, if only for one night. The shower felt wonderful, the stream of hot water massaging sore muscles and chasing away the chill. Though physically enhanced through the wonders of modern - okay, not so modern - science, he was still essentially human. Immune to most illnesses and diseases and quick to heal, he still got cold and hungry and tired, and he could still be wounded or even killed, if he wasn't careful. Though stronger and healthier than the average man, he wasn't indestructible.
He was in the shower about ten minutes, in the bathroom about twenty. When he finally emerged, he was wearing a plain white t-shirt with the image of an eagle on the front and the letters "SSR" emblazoned on a shield, a pair of tan pants, and white socks. His hair was combed and parted neatly on the side, and he was clean-shaven.
Lucy hadn't been idle, leaving the coffee hot in the pot while she fixed something that most people might consider a little unusual for a snack. What do you get when you layer bacon, sliced red onion, sliced tomato, and cheese on toast, and grill it until it crisps" What Liv liked to affectionately call one of Lucy's Little Messes.
She was just cutting the heavy slices in half to set on a plate as Steve emerged from the bathroom, looking up only to find herself almost instantly enthralled. Good lord, you are handsome. Blinking before she could stare too much, she smiled at him, reaching over to pat the clear end of the table. "Very nice," she complimented her guest. "Sit down, this is about ready."
"Nice?" he echoed, arching a curious blond brow, completely oblivious to the reaction his appearance generated in the majority of the female population. Sure, he'd been told he was handsome and all that, but he didn't really believe it or think much about it. In his mind, he was still just a skinny kid from Brooklyn. "You're sure it's no trouble?" he asked, as he stepped into the tiny kitchen, purposely keeping a safe and polite distance from where she stood near the stove. "I really appreciate the hospitality," he told her as he shuffled toward the kitchen table. The t-shirt left very little to the imagination, only enhancing the physique beneath the thin cotton covering.
"I am absolutely certain," she assured him, brushing crumbs from her hands before setting the plate down on the table. "Just go with me on this one, I like cooking. Now sit down." Smiling, she moved to steer him to the table, reaching high to put a certain amount of pressure on his shoulders in an attempt to make him sit at the table. "Eat. How do you like your coffee?"
He let her steer him toward the table and took a seat, all too aware of the pressure she was putting on his shoulders, insisting that he sit and stay awhile. She encountered no resistance; he had nowhere else to go anyway. "Black, please," he replied as he settled himself on the chair, only realizing when food was placed before him how truly hungry he was. How long was it since he'd last eaten anything" It had only been a few hours, but somehow, it seemed like ages ago. "So, where are you from originally, how'd your sister end up here, and how'd you follow?" he asked, coming straight to the point, as he picked up the sandwich. She seemed to know something about the portals and more than likely knew how to get him home.
"Black, got it." Turning back to the counter, Lucy pulled a cup from one of the cupboards, wiping the dust out of it before she poured his coffee. "My, aren't we suddenly chatty?" she teased through a grin. "A hot shower really does work miracles." Her hand laid gently on his shoulder as she leaned over him, setting the coffee down by his hand. And it was a real effort not to kiss his cheek in the process.
"You guessed right the first time. I'm from England, a city called York. Liv got referred to a new film studio that was being set up here over a year ago, and someone taught her a little bit about how to get through the portal, so she made the move to Rhy'Din. And I, being the older, more persuasive twin, talked her into telling me how to do it, too." She grinned, moving past him toward the bed.
"That doesn't really tell me much," he admitted, taking in her story. He already knew she was from England - that much was obvious. What he really wanted to know was how the portals worked and how easy would it be for him to find his way home. No, he wasn't planning on staying, as attracted as he was to her. It just wasn't a viable option. He didn't really have much choice. He knew that come morning, he'd most likely be returning to his own little place in the cosmos, and he'd never see her again. Easy come, easy go, he mourned silently.
All too aware of her presence as she leaned over him, he did his best to focus on his sandwich and not on her hovering presence or the subtle scent of her perfume that his enhanced senses had picked up from the moment he'd first met her. He took a bite of the sandwich, blue eyes tracking her movement, wondering what she was up to now that he had agreed to stay the night.
"Well, I'm not the best at explaining things like the portals," she called quietly over her shoulder, her back to him as her hands curled up to undo the zipper of her dress. The studio apartment was too small for her to even attempt to be modest, so she figured she might as well just get on with getting comfortable and hope it didn't freak him out too much. "Liv is better at it than I am. But I could show you, probably."
Fortunately for him, he wasn't Superman and didn't have x-ray vision. He couldn't look through the wall to see her changing, but he did hear the sound of a zipper and rustling fabric and put two and two together. He only hoped she was changing into something that was a little more modest than what she'd had on, or he was doomed. "I can't stay," he said aloud, more to himself than to her. She had no idea who he was really or why he had to go home and since she hadn't asked, he hadn't explained.
It was enough for her to know that his arrival here had been purely accidental, and the primary thing on his mind was finding his way home. That was the real trick, wasn't it' "I'd appreciate that," he called back, secretly feeling a pang of regret that he couldn't stay and get to know her better, but such was the life of a superhero. He was needed back home; as far as he knew, he wasn't needed here. He finished the sandwich in silence, grateful for the meal, however simple, and washed it down with a few gulps of coffee.
"I'm sorry, what?" In the process of removing jewellery and make up, Lucy had heard him speak, but not what he'd said, and, unfortunately for his peace of mind, didn't think before moving into view. She was definitely not modest by this point, but she did match - bra, panties, and suspender belt, all made to measure, set off by the lace tops of her sheer stockings. Her hair flopped over her shoulder as she looked over at him, genuinely innocent of the fact that she really wasn't suitable for his eyes in that moment. "I didn't hear you, Steve, I'm sorry."
"What was that thing....back....there..." His voice trailed off, the question dying on his lips, his eyes practically popping out of his head when he looked over to see her standing there in only her lingerie, like a pin-up in a magazine only very real, very human, and very female, standing right there in front of him. Fortunately, he didn't drop the cup of hot coffee, but lowered it to the table before he did, gulping a breath and clearing his throat awkwardly.
"Are you trying to seduce me?" he asked, point blank, not really one to beat around the bush much. She couldn't possibly be unaware of the effect she was having on him. Though a gentleman and rather old-fashioned when it came to matters of modesty, he was still a man with the same desires and libido of any healthy, red-blooded male in his prime.
"What?" For a moment, Lucy really didn't know what he was talking about, before her own gaze followed his downward. "Oh. Sorry!" Laughing, she skipped out of sight once again. A minute or two later, she came back into view, this time wrapped up in a robe that at least covered her to mid-thigh, smiling apologetically. "I think the answer to that question is ....not intentionally, but if it's working, I wouldn't argue," she told him honestly, this time not bothering to resist the urge to touch her fingers to his shoulder as she passed. "Finish eating. I'll behave myself."
The sound of the shower was heard coming from the direction of the bathroom, so it was apparent Steve had agreed to at least take advantage of Lucy's offer to get warm and dry, if only for one night. The shower felt wonderful, the stream of hot water massaging sore muscles and chasing away the chill. Though physically enhanced through the wonders of modern - okay, not so modern - science, he was still essentially human. Immune to most illnesses and diseases and quick to heal, he still got cold and hungry and tired, and he could still be wounded or even killed, if he wasn't careful. Though stronger and healthier than the average man, he wasn't indestructible.
He was in the shower about ten minutes, in the bathroom about twenty. When he finally emerged, he was wearing a plain white t-shirt with the image of an eagle on the front and the letters "SSR" emblazoned on a shield, a pair of tan pants, and white socks. His hair was combed and parted neatly on the side, and he was clean-shaven.
Lucy hadn't been idle, leaving the coffee hot in the pot while she fixed something that most people might consider a little unusual for a snack. What do you get when you layer bacon, sliced red onion, sliced tomato, and cheese on toast, and grill it until it crisps" What Liv liked to affectionately call one of Lucy's Little Messes.
She was just cutting the heavy slices in half to set on a plate as Steve emerged from the bathroom, looking up only to find herself almost instantly enthralled. Good lord, you are handsome. Blinking before she could stare too much, she smiled at him, reaching over to pat the clear end of the table. "Very nice," she complimented her guest. "Sit down, this is about ready."
"Nice?" he echoed, arching a curious blond brow, completely oblivious to the reaction his appearance generated in the majority of the female population. Sure, he'd been told he was handsome and all that, but he didn't really believe it or think much about it. In his mind, he was still just a skinny kid from Brooklyn. "You're sure it's no trouble?" he asked, as he stepped into the tiny kitchen, purposely keeping a safe and polite distance from where she stood near the stove. "I really appreciate the hospitality," he told her as he shuffled toward the kitchen table. The t-shirt left very little to the imagination, only enhancing the physique beneath the thin cotton covering.
"I am absolutely certain," she assured him, brushing crumbs from her hands before setting the plate down on the table. "Just go with me on this one, I like cooking. Now sit down." Smiling, she moved to steer him to the table, reaching high to put a certain amount of pressure on his shoulders in an attempt to make him sit at the table. "Eat. How do you like your coffee?"
He let her steer him toward the table and took a seat, all too aware of the pressure she was putting on his shoulders, insisting that he sit and stay awhile. She encountered no resistance; he had nowhere else to go anyway. "Black, please," he replied as he settled himself on the chair, only realizing when food was placed before him how truly hungry he was. How long was it since he'd last eaten anything" It had only been a few hours, but somehow, it seemed like ages ago. "So, where are you from originally, how'd your sister end up here, and how'd you follow?" he asked, coming straight to the point, as he picked up the sandwich. She seemed to know something about the portals and more than likely knew how to get him home.
"Black, got it." Turning back to the counter, Lucy pulled a cup from one of the cupboards, wiping the dust out of it before she poured his coffee. "My, aren't we suddenly chatty?" she teased through a grin. "A hot shower really does work miracles." Her hand laid gently on his shoulder as she leaned over him, setting the coffee down by his hand. And it was a real effort not to kiss his cheek in the process.
"You guessed right the first time. I'm from England, a city called York. Liv got referred to a new film studio that was being set up here over a year ago, and someone taught her a little bit about how to get through the portal, so she made the move to Rhy'Din. And I, being the older, more persuasive twin, talked her into telling me how to do it, too." She grinned, moving past him toward the bed.
"That doesn't really tell me much," he admitted, taking in her story. He already knew she was from England - that much was obvious. What he really wanted to know was how the portals worked and how easy would it be for him to find his way home. No, he wasn't planning on staying, as attracted as he was to her. It just wasn't a viable option. He didn't really have much choice. He knew that come morning, he'd most likely be returning to his own little place in the cosmos, and he'd never see her again. Easy come, easy go, he mourned silently.
All too aware of her presence as she leaned over him, he did his best to focus on his sandwich and not on her hovering presence or the subtle scent of her perfume that his enhanced senses had picked up from the moment he'd first met her. He took a bite of the sandwich, blue eyes tracking her movement, wondering what she was up to now that he had agreed to stay the night.
"Well, I'm not the best at explaining things like the portals," she called quietly over her shoulder, her back to him as her hands curled up to undo the zipper of her dress. The studio apartment was too small for her to even attempt to be modest, so she figured she might as well just get on with getting comfortable and hope it didn't freak him out too much. "Liv is better at it than I am. But I could show you, probably."
Fortunately for him, he wasn't Superman and didn't have x-ray vision. He couldn't look through the wall to see her changing, but he did hear the sound of a zipper and rustling fabric and put two and two together. He only hoped she was changing into something that was a little more modest than what she'd had on, or he was doomed. "I can't stay," he said aloud, more to himself than to her. She had no idea who he was really or why he had to go home and since she hadn't asked, he hadn't explained.
It was enough for her to know that his arrival here had been purely accidental, and the primary thing on his mind was finding his way home. That was the real trick, wasn't it' "I'd appreciate that," he called back, secretly feeling a pang of regret that he couldn't stay and get to know her better, but such was the life of a superhero. He was needed back home; as far as he knew, he wasn't needed here. He finished the sandwich in silence, grateful for the meal, however simple, and washed it down with a few gulps of coffee.
"I'm sorry, what?" In the process of removing jewellery and make up, Lucy had heard him speak, but not what he'd said, and, unfortunately for his peace of mind, didn't think before moving into view. She was definitely not modest by this point, but she did match - bra, panties, and suspender belt, all made to measure, set off by the lace tops of her sheer stockings. Her hair flopped over her shoulder as she looked over at him, genuinely innocent of the fact that she really wasn't suitable for his eyes in that moment. "I didn't hear you, Steve, I'm sorry."
"What was that thing....back....there..." His voice trailed off, the question dying on his lips, his eyes practically popping out of his head when he looked over to see her standing there in only her lingerie, like a pin-up in a magazine only very real, very human, and very female, standing right there in front of him. Fortunately, he didn't drop the cup of hot coffee, but lowered it to the table before he did, gulping a breath and clearing his throat awkwardly.
"Are you trying to seduce me?" he asked, point blank, not really one to beat around the bush much. She couldn't possibly be unaware of the effect she was having on him. Though a gentleman and rather old-fashioned when it came to matters of modesty, he was still a man with the same desires and libido of any healthy, red-blooded male in his prime.
"What?" For a moment, Lucy really didn't know what he was talking about, before her own gaze followed his downward. "Oh. Sorry!" Laughing, she skipped out of sight once again. A minute or two later, she came back into view, this time wrapped up in a robe that at least covered her to mid-thigh, smiling apologetically. "I think the answer to that question is ....not intentionally, but if it's working, I wouldn't argue," she told him honestly, this time not bothering to resist the urge to touch her fingers to his shoulder as she passed. "Finish eating. I'll behave myself."