He hated premieres.
Really, he hated any time he had to go to a place with many unknown people. It was then that his anxiety went into complete overdrive, leaving him overthinking every single word and move and making the evening a living hell. Alcohol helped, sure, but the downside was he had always balanced a fine line between getting himself relaxed and comfortable and getting wholly shitfaced and making a complete ass of himself in front of dozens if not hundreds of cameras. However, in the end, there wasn't a choice - especially as Captain America, the lead of not only the newest superhero movie but also a part of a massive universe meant to take years to complete.
He gave himself one last look in the mirror, spraying some more cologne on his neck as he took a deep breath, the uneasy feeling still present. Even though he had done things like those for some years now, it never felt comfortable to him, and it would probably stay that way for some time. Just as he gave himself another once-over, checking his suit for any visible stains or creases when he could hear a knock on the door.
"Coming!" He yelled out, moving to open it. He smiled as he caught a glimpse of who was standing outside.
"Hey, Chris. Ready for the big reveal, darling?" A soft, British accented female voice, and the view of her beautiful face worked their magic almost immediately. Even though they started dating (and sleeping together in both the literal and figurative sense) nearly 6 months ago already, the sight of her never failed to make him feel excited and happy, managing to push the anxious feeling to the side almost immediately.
"Of course, Hayley." He spoke only half-truthfully - he wasn't excited to be at the premiere himself, but it was sure to be fun with her company.
"I'll be waiting in the lobby. Unless you want to come along..." She said, cocking her head to the side, her red lips curved up into a warm smile.
"One minute." He spoke as he then quickly gathered up all he needed, returning to the entrance in a few moments. She stepped to the side as he exited the room and locked the door, letting out a gasp as he now saw her fully. She looked gorgeous - her dark brunette hair in a neat ponytail, dressed in a crimson red dress which displayed her generous cleavage practically on a silver platter.
"Like what you see, Chris?" She spoke, her smile turning into more of a smirk as she heard and noticed his reaction.
"Very much. You look beautiful. Amazing." He replied, somehow managing to keep eye contact as she chuckled in response.
"You're looking quite fetching yourself, if I may say so... what a pair we make..." She mused as she extended her arm, Chris moving his to link up in the middle as they started to walk down the corridor. As they reached the elevator, he looked at her, smiling before beginning to close the distance between their lips.
"Nuh-uh, Evans. You'll ruin my lipstick." She spoke, tone leaving no room for discussion. He gave her his best puppy dog eyes in response, but she didn't even budge an inch, giving him a stern look reminding him of some of his teachers from his old school days. However, if he was good at one thing, it was improvising - so he moved lower, pressing a sloppy kiss to her cleavage instead.
"Typical." She almost deadpanned, not being able to suppress a giggle as the empty elevator then arrived with a loud "ding."
"You didn't give me much choice, did you?" He replied, smirking himself as he moved inside alongside her, the door closing right after them. "To be fair, it was probably for the best."
"I suppose not... glad to know you haven't lost your quick-thinking skills... Captain." She replied in a whisper, the last word spoken with a more husky tone, causing a jolt of pleasure to travel straight to his groin.
"Agent..." He replied with a similar husky whisper, letting his hand travel down to squeeze her ass, a gasp leaving her lips in response. Just as he moved in to latch his lips onto her neck, he felt the elevator slow down. Quickly, he moved two steps away from her, composing himself as she did the same. While they were dating, they still didn't want to attract too much attention - so, painfully for both of them, any public displays of affection would have to be limited to what would be expected of friends and co-stars - and not lovers. He caught her eyes, smiling as they stepped out of the elevator into the spacious lobby, the ushers approaching them immediately, scooping them off to their separate limousines. As he entered the luxurious car, Chris sighed, already feeling more anxious as he squeezed his thighs, trying to breathe in and out slowly.
You can make it. Everything will be fine. Hayley's there too, remember? - He thought to himself as the car drove on.
Overall, it could have been worse.
Chris sighed quietly, relaxing in the back seat as the limo drove back towards the hotel. He did have a few drinks, but he was still cognizant, only feeling a relaxing buzz inside his head. He was tired, the few hours on the carpet enough to sap any energy he had, now wanting only to get back to the hotel and be left alone. He almost fell asleep on the way, only barely staying awake as the car finally reached the destination. The rest of the way back up to the suite was quick, and soon he found himself back inside, slipping off the suit jacket and shoes as he laid himself on the bed, letting out a loud sigh of relief. He left the glasses on the nightstand as he relaxed into the pillows, before hearing a knock on the door. He grumbled to himself before finding enough energy to get off the bed, reaching the door and opening it. His mood changed instantly when he saw it was Hayley, still dressed in that gorgeous red number, holding a bottle of champagne and two flutes in her hands.
"Got that as a parting gift. Thought you could help me polish it off." She spoke with a smile as he returned it, opening the door wider.
"Always happy to help." He spoke as she walked in, closing the door behind her as he couldn't stop himself from taking a look at her ass. She kicked off her heels, putting the bottle and the flutes down on the vanity. She turned around, a warm smile still decorating her lips as she looked at him. He moved in closer, immediately swooping her into a soft, slow kiss. His hands moved to rest on her hips as hers wrapped around his back. They stayed like that for a short while, lips sliding against one another before they broke apart, foreheads touching as they looked at each other.
"Couldn't help yourself, could you, darling?" She quipped grinning.
"Well, we're alone now... no cameras or gawkers..." He whispered into her ear, letting his hands rub up and down her hips, feeling the dress's material with his fingers. "We can do whatever we want to..."
"Mhm..." She hummed, her hands mirroring his motions. "..and what is it you want to do, Christopher Evans?"
He stayed silent for a second before pressing a hard kiss to her neck, lips sliding up to her ear as she gasped, her nails digging into his back.
"The champagne can wait. Now... I want to make love to my girlfriend." He whispered into her ear before moving his head down, pressing another sloppy kiss to her cleavage. "If she's up for it..."
"More than. You know I love me a good shag...especially from you..." She replied, a quiet moan leaving her lips as Chris continued pressing kisses onto her breasts' pale skin. She groaned before moving back a step, turning around. "Unzip me, love?"
Chris didn't have to be told one more time. He could already feel his cock harden in his trousers as he stepped forward, pressing a suckling kiss to the back of his lover's neck as his fingers grasped the zipper. He pulled down slowly, groaning as he noticed she wasn't wearing a bra underneath the dress.
"Damn..." He spoke as he pulled down further, soon reaching the end. With a few shimmies, the dress then fell to the floor, exposing Hayley's back, the only piece of clothing left being a red thong, perfectly accentuating her ass's curves. Chris closed the distance again, lips hot on her neck as his hands slid up her ribs to cup her massive tits. A sinful moan escaped her lips as he squeezed the soft flesh, feeling her nipples hardening under his fingers. She wasn't passive either, rubbing her ass against the growing and stiffening bulge forming in his trousers' front. He pressed another, suckling kiss to her neck, fondling her tit with his left hand while his right slid down to caress her belly.
