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An Emery & Chris story

By avenger-nerd-mom

Actor Chris Evans and his lovely new bride, Emery Rose, celebrate their big day surrounded by family and friends

Warnings: Language, FLUFF

Word Count: 5355

December 10, 2016

He steps up behind her and takes her tiny hand in his, his warmth like a blanket around her.  “By the way, I have a huge hickey on my collar bone” he whispers in her ear.

Emery gently brushes against his arm and giggles, “You just said it couldn’t show on camera!”

Chris freezes momentarily when the doors open in front of them and a distant voice booms, “Introducing Mr. and Mrs. Christopher Evans!”

“Can I request a matching one in another spot later?”  He kisses her briefly, waiting for the right count of the song before advancing into the room.

“You can have whatever you want dear husband,” she giggles again as she pushes him forward to make their entrance as the happily married couple.

Their presentation dance is thankfully forgotten as all their friends and family rush to surround them, hugs and congratulations abound.


“Excuse me, excuse me,” the DJ calls over the microphone, breaking through the low roar of the room.   “I’ve just received a text message from the bride that says ‘Please announce: if you all don’t stop clinking your glasses every five seconds to get us to kiss, I’m closing down the bar.’ Apparently the bride wants to eat and enjoy this meal, and she is willing to bribe us with booze.”

Scott Evans turns to the young man sitting next to him. He had introduced himself earlier as Steven, a recent graduate from her class, now studying in New York. Chris had secretly arranged for a few of her favorite students to be guests at the wedding.  “Bribery? Is that her method of motivation in class?”

“No, man but if she’d bribed us with alcohol, I at least wouldn’t have cared I didn’t understand Advanced Trig.”

Scott claps the kid on the back and laughs loudly.  “You, I like. Stick with me, kid.”

“Ah, man!”  Emery calls out.  “Who hired a Yankee DJ?  It’s not ‘if you all don’t stop.’” She mimics the Boston accent of the DJ, one of Chris’s childhood friends, and other friends playfully boo and hiss.  “It’s more like this: ‘if y’all don’ stop!’”  All the Southerners in the room applaud for the distinction.  “Leave me in peace to eat; I can kiss him ‘all I wan’ to’’ later!”  Her over the top drawl mimics a famous line from a popular movie set in the South.

From the shadows of the room, Chris isn’t sure if it is Seb or Renner that yells, “Let her eat!  She needs fuel for energy later.”

He looks to his blushing bride and laughs as she mumbles under her breath. “Your fuckin’ friends are rude… but correct.  They do realize our grandparents are here though, right?  Does everything have to be a damn innuendo?”

Grasping her skirt and inching it up, his hands hidden from view behind the tablecloth, he keeps sliding his hand up until he can tease his fingers along her bare thigh. His voice full of laughter at the joy of the moment replies, “Have you not been paying attention for the last year? YES. Yes, everything has to be a damn innuendo.”


Called to the center of the dance floor the couple prepares for their spotlight dance, all eyes on them, giggling and whispering to one another.  When the music begins, Emery quickly realizes this isn’t the version of the song she wanted, but her eyes soften and fill with tears when she realizes it’s actually perfect.

“It’s you… That’s you on the piano?”

Before Chris can answer, his voice comes over the speaker singing words of love just to her and he looks to her with his eyes glistening from tears.  “People fall in love in mysterious ways…. I fall in love with you every single day,” he sings along, his breath warm against her temple. “When my hair’s all but gone and my memory fades, and the crowds don’t remember my name…”

“I’ll still love you the same,” she joins in, her quiet voice matching his, fingers tugging his shorter hair, just the way she likes it.

“You’re mine, for always?” he sniffles, chuckling as he wipes away his own tears.

“You know it.  Till the end of the line, Mr. Evans.”  Although her blue sequined Captain America shoes she wore on the first day they met give her added height, she still has to pull him down to her to kiss his cheek, tasting the salty tears trapped in his beard.  Wrapping her hand around his neck she toys with the collar of his suit coat as her lips blissfully meet his.

Pulling back slightly, his nose slides against hers as he inhales her flowery scent.  Getting lost in his beautiful bride, he whispers, “That’s the most wonderful thing I’ve ever heard, Emery Rose Evans.”

His lips, sweet and tender, capture hers, slowly brushing over her glossed pink ones.

The newlyweds could care less they are on display on the dance floor  surrounded by the love of family and friends.  Emery’s eyes flutter closed as her lips touch his and she raises her hand up to caress his closely cropped hair.  The soft impression of her mouth against his causes her heart to race and she can feel it beating against his solid, familiar chest.  Home.   His arms squeeze tight around her, pulling her close as his hands roam across her back.

Although the kiss began chaste and a show for the onlookers, it begins to build heat.  Darting his tongue across her lips, tasting her, Chris deepens the kiss and her hold on the back of his head tightens as they continue to sway to the music, a sense of a true dance totally lost.  She moans quietly against his mouth, parting imperceptibly to allow him to suck on her top lip as he loves to do.  He pulls off with a biting tug, a promise for later as the music dies down and flows to the next song, set as a traditional dance for the bride to dance with the fathers, and the groom to dance with the mothers.


Emery’s younger sister Mackenzie pulls on Emery’s arm and draws her attention away from wedding guests offering congratulations.  “What are you doing?  Chris works with them,  I need to make nice–”

“Shhh.. You’re ovaries will thank me.  Look.”  She spins her sister around towards the dance floor, where Chris has dark haired Stella in one arm and fair haired Dakota in the other, dancing and laughing with them.

“I mean, he’s my brother in law and all, but that makes me wanna have kids with him!”

Emery smiles, shaking her head at her slightly tipsy sister’s honesty.  She sucks in air between her teeth before admitting, “Damn, that is sexy.  My bearded dork… He’s gonna make a great dad someday.”

“You change your mind? You still wanna wait?”

Continuing to watch her handsome husband with their nieces, she moves to sit at the closest table, taking a few moments to rest.  She nods to the quiet couple at the table, smiling as they raise their glasses to her in congratulations.  Her sister pulls up a chair next to her and they whisper conspiratorially.  “I’m in no rush.  He doesn’t like it, but I don’t wanna start our family while he’s still so obligated to the studio.  I start my new job in January. He’ll be home on the weekends, and days I don’t have office hours, I can go into Atlanta and be with him on set.  I just wanna enjoy being his wife for a bit.  Adjusting our lives together, creating us first.  I still gotta figure out how to deal with paparazzi and gossip before I bring a little one into our world.  There’s no rush.”


Looking to the dance floor, the young girls so comfortable in his strong arms with his shirt sleeves rolled up, exposing his hidden beauty, her heart skips a beat.  “But yeah, I guess seeing him like that does make me hurt a little… Fuck, he’s really beautiful, isn’t he?”

Mackenzie giggles, accepting two beer bottles from the waiter as he walks by, handing one to her sister.  “Sis, I still can’t believe you captured your favorite superhero.  It’s like right out of some silly movie.”

“Or the best written fan fictions,” Jen comments as she wanders passed the table and joins the girls for a quick respite.  “Damn girl, you really know how to throw a wedding!  This is impressive.  So much eye candy,” she giggles as she collapses against the back of her chair.  Her eyes skim the dance floor, pinpointing various fantasies she sees on display.  “Tom is just as charming as I thought he’d be!  I thought I was going to die when he asked me to dance; his hand on my hip, guiding me to the floor.  Maybe I did die…  This is my ghost.  The ghost of Jen.  I’m not kidding.  This is the best wedding reception ever!”

Emery smiles at her fangirl friend.  She’s so grateful so many of her girls in the fandom world were able to join her for this special occasion.  “Don’t die; you haven’t met Seb yet, have you?”

Jen’s head drops back and she releases a primal sound.  She giggles and raises her head up, searching the floor for him.  “No.  I haven’t.” She shakes her head.  “Some of the guys disappeared to play in the snow, of all things, and I haven’t had the chance to meet him.  But when I do, talk about ‘best written fan fics…’  I’ve got some fantasies for him.”

Raising her hand for a high-five, Mackenzie slurs slightly, “Oh, sister, don’t I know it.  I’ve read your stuff.  Damn.  Why don’t we go get freshened up a bit, be ready when those handsome men reappear?”

When one of the photographers approaches the table to talk to Emery about getting some more posed photos, Mackenzie and Jen sneak off together.  They walk away arm in arm giggling over different fangirl story ideas that could take place at a wedding reception.


Taking a breather from the snowball fight, Chris steals a few moments from the party atmosphere to gather with his Marvel co-workers and friends.  Robert gestures towards him with his water bottle, “So young lad… the wedding night? Any questions; concerns?”

Renner sees where this is going and playfully jumps in. “Yeah, you know, wedding night jitters… It can be stressful. Don’t be upset if your-” the hero themed snack table close by catches his eye and he can’t hold back the joke on the tip of his tongue. He chuckles, scratching his head. “Don’t be worried if your, uh, ‘flagpole of freedom’ can’t rise up for a salute.”

Knowing they aren’t finished, Chris just pinches the bridge of his nose, dropping his eyes to his shoes.  Shaking his head in mirth and disbelief, he holds in his laughter.

“Yeah, man. It happens,” Mackie interferes trying to keep a straight face. “Emery’s a sweet, quiet girl; I’m sure she’ll understand if you can’t perform any heroic deeds.”

A wicked grin gracing his countenance, Robert brightens at the name of his favorite little red head. He knows she’s just what Chris needed in his life to move him forward into true adulthood, and he has nothing but the best wishes for the couple, but he can’t help taking the opportunity to joke with his closest friends. “Hey, about Emery-”

Seeing that his new brothers Reece and Dan have joined the gathering, and wanting utmost respect for his wife, Chris cuts through his friend’s thoughts. “Hey now, none of that locker room talk about my sweet, innocent wife-”

Mark Ruffalo jumps in, coughing, ‘bullshit’ under his breath.  “Bullshit; My trailer’s right next to yours on set-”

Chris stares him down and the group shares a chuckle at his defensive posture.  ”-And no need to worry about me and my ‘salute.’ It’s all good,” he promises waving his hands in an explanatory gesture indicating that everything is in working order.

Seb steps up. “Well, man, we got you a little something. Don’t use ‘em all in the first year,” he advises, handing a gift bag to the groom.

Chris peers into the sack and doubles over in laughter, rising back up and doing his signature left-boob grab maneuver on Grillo, who just joined the circle.  Frank chuckles too, seeing what’s down in the bag. Through wheezing laughter, Chris spits out, “Jesus fuckin’ Christ! There must be like a thousand condoms in there!”  He shakes his head at the assortment of colorful foiled packets his friends have gifted to him.

“Hey, you don’t need all those tonight,” Seb teases as he reaches in and pockets some for himself. “That one bridesmaid is pretty hot.”

The men turn to the group of women out on the dance floor and Chris releases another gut busting laugh. “Oh, man, that one?” Raising his eyebrow, he nods to his close friend. “Yeah. Just be careful with that one…”

Seb’s intrigued expression shows he’s not interested in Chris’s friendly advice, and who is Chris to warn his friend and keep him from some undoubtedly sinful fun? Chris drops the topic as Hemsworth raises his glass in a toast, all joining in with kind words for their dear friend and his new bride.

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Moving away from the dancing bridesmaids and collection of friends, Emery’s sister-in-law Susan finds her husband wandering across the room towards her.  “Are you okay?” she asks Reece. “What has that little huddle all about?”

“What?” he asks, not truly hearing her over the din of the party room. His dazed look causes her concern.

“Babe? You’re scaring me a little; what’s wrong?” She pushes him towards the door to the quiet hallway.

Reece smiles down at his wife, waving at his father who is heading back into the room through the other doorway. “Wrong? Nothing’s wrong,” he explains, his voice full of mirth and wonder. “I think I have the coolest sister ever. She actually married a real super-hero… I’ve talked renewable energy with Ruffalo all afternoon, I’m golfing with Downey tomorrow and Scarlett asked to see pictures of our baby…. I’m just… I’m a nerd. I’m in frickin’ heaven right now. Am I dreaming?” He chuckles, cornering his wife against the wall.  Leaning down to kiss her neck, she tilts her head back to accept his affections.  His tone drops seductively. “By the way, have I told you how beautiful you look in this bridesmaid dress. The classic style really shows off your, uh,” Reece pauses, looking down to his wife’s plump breasts busting out of her dress, mashed against his chest.  “Pretty eyes,” he laughs.

She rolls her ‘pretty’ eyes knowing exactly where his mind is headed.  “Honey, if you don’t let me go, this dress will be ruined. I’m about to explode. I just wanted to tell you I’m going to find a quiet place to pump.  Little Luke will just have to wait to get the real thing later… Oh, and the photographer is trying to round the men up for more photos. Save me a dance for later, okay?”


Waiting on the snow covered patio the wedding party huddles together for warmth and anticipates further instructions.  At Emery’s request Chris hired their new friend and photographer, Erin, and a small team of professionals to take the official and candid photos for their special day.  The men are summoned for more photos in the fading light and slowly begin to move to the appointed location.

“Hold up, come back here!” Emery calls out to Chris as he begins to walk away to join the groomsmen for more photos.  “Why is your ass wet?”

Chris grins sheepishly, jumping in front of his charming bride to block the snowball Scott poorly aimed at him.  “Sorry sis,” her new brother shouts.  “I was aiming for meatball, there.”

The groomsmen send up a cheer when her well aimed snowball hits Scott solidly in the chest.  Her brother, Reece, laughs and says, “Scott, I’d say you throw like a girl, but she proved that wrong.”

“Not thrown many snowballs before,” she whispers to Chris, “thank goodness it was a packing snow, or I’d have looked like an idiot.”  She brushes the snow from his jacket and smiles as Erin snaps some candid shots.  “Honey, I asked ‘why is your ass wet?’”

“Earlier in our snowball fight, I fell on it,” he admits, rubbing his hand down the back of his thigh.  “I think I might have bruised something…  I couldn’t get traction in the snow in these dress shoes.  Shit.  It didn’t stain did it? We gotta fuckin’ return this thing, right?”

In the dimming sunlight Emery bends to check out the ass of his pants and playfully bites at him.

Capturing the photo Erin shouts, “Oh, that one goes on Twitter!”

“You be nice to me,” Chris laughs shaking his finger at her, “Or it’s back to Disney full time for you!”

“Oh, it’s such a horrible place to work.  Taking photos of happy families and couples all day,” she laughs, playfully moving him to the right lighting for the photo she wants to snap.

Emery elegantly slides in next to him, a natural in front of the camera and Chris’s heart grows  full of pride.  Such beauty and grace… Home.  

“I don’t see any stains, but it’s no big deal.  We own the suit,” Emery replies with a sly grin on her face.

Blocking her from the cold chill in the air, he pulls close to her.  “What? Why?”

“Are you kidding me?!  That is Suit Porn at it’s finest, and it’s all mine.  Like once a month, I’m just gonna have you put it on and walk around the house and bring me things,” she giggles.

Adjusting his movements for Erin to click her photos as the sun sets against the falling snow, Chris teases, “Oh, really?”  He nods his head.  “Fine.  That’s fine.  A long as you return the favor occasionally and put on this dress and do the same.”

Blushing, she bows her head, “Oh, honey, no.  This is vintage.  This is going away safe.  Ilaria and I already have planned to get it framed, but we can get a replica made.”

Chris laughs, his eyes wide at the thought, happy to see his wife willing to spend his money freely on something frivolous.  “I adore you, kitten.  And I see it has pockets?”

“It does!” She exclaims. “Every good nerd girl knows a wedding dress must have pockets!”

Rolling his eyes, Chris chuckles, “I understood that reference.  I wish I didn’t, but I do….”

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As the afternoon moves into evening, and the photos outside are finished, Chris and Emery take the stage again to introduce the next “activity” for the wedding guests.  The two giggle and tussle over who will actually speak before Chris finally places the microphone in her hand and presents her to the crowd with a flourish of his arms.  Stepping into the limelight, she laughs and mumbles “Chicken shit,” under her breath before addressing the crowd.  “Hey, y’all.  We hope you’re having a wonderful time.  Chris and I wanted to thank everyone for making time in their busy schedules and for battling the winter storms this week to get here-”

Leaning over her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her tiny frame, he chimes in, “I tried to tell her snow and Boston could be a bad combination, but she’s a little hard-headed. However,  I think we can all agree, the day was amazing and the snow was beautiful; just what she’d hoped for…” He smiles as the crowd cheers and applauds, lightly placing a kiss on her temple before letting her continue her speech.


“We have a family wedding tradition in the Thomas family that some of you might not be familiar with, known as the Dollar Dance,” Emery continues.  “The idea is you can dance with the bride or groom, but you have to make a donation, traditionally used to collect money for expenses of starting a new household together.  Well, no one wants to dance with me,” she giggles at Chris’s motions that he does,  “and we don’t need another toaster, and I’ve got all these handsome Marvel men and women here tonight so they’ve agreed to help with my family tradition, with a little twist!”  She smiles as family members begin to shift towards the stage, preparing for the awaited dance.  “For your donation, you can twirl around the floor with any of the lovely people around the room tonight, but since Chris and I don’t need the money, all the money will be divided and donated to Christopher’s Haven, here in Boston, and the shelter where I volunteer my time in Savannah.”

Chris blushes and shakes his head when her fangirl friends go crazy, and lines actually begin to form around his friends.

Wait, there are some basic rules,” Emery begins to explain.

“Just like a teacher to spoil the fun!” her friend Lillian yells across the room, her eyes on Mackie.  She gives a little shove to her friend Gitali, motivating her to move quickly to find Chadwick for the first dance.

“Ha-ha, dear. Shushie.  Really. I promise the rules will work in your favor…  I know how a fangirl mind works; I had to create some guidelines to keep y’all in line!  Some of these handsome men are VERY married so be respectful. Same goes for ScarJo and Cobie, gentlemen.  I guess everyone else is fair game.”

“I’m available ladies,” Renner adds in motioning to the women closest to him, including Emery’s sister in law Susan and her friends Monica and Sophia.

“Me too,” offers Hiddleston, his arms already wrapped around Emery’s friend Devika. Emery gives her friend Danielle a thumbs up as she patiently waits behind them, bouncing on her tiptoes with excitement.

More cheers and laughter fill the rafters of the old farmhouse setting.

“Bring it down, bring it down,” Emery laughs, treating the crowd like she would a roomful of excited students.  “My good friend, Jen, was given a heads up on this. She has pledged an undisclosed amount for a FULL song with Seb, so back off. Get in her way, and I think she’ll hurt you…”

Chris erupts in laughter behind his wife, a full body shake as he nods his head in agreement to this statement.  He gives a salute to his friend, quietly standing in the corner, silently sending him luck.

“Hey, hey!  I gotta question!”  Mackie calls out from behind one of the many displays of food, his voice booming and playful. “This is a lustful looking group of women… Now, I know I agreed to this, but I’m gettin’ a little scared.  Where are they putting this money? Like am I gonna be pulling ones outta my briefs later?”

Sounds of heated catcalls fill the air, including ones from the beautiful bride, covering the microphone as she releases her laughter.  Blushing and laughing with her, Chris shakes his head.  “Mackie, anything that has been in your pants, we don’t want it.”

A random voice calls out, “Speak for yourself!”  Emery bites back her laughter at the slightly drunken outburst of her friend Violet, as she and their friend Deb wait for their dance with Frank Grillo.

“See!  That!  That’s what I’m talking about… “ Anthony shouts.  “I’m starting to feel a little uneasy about this.”

“Man, relax.  It’s for charity,” Seb laughs, stepping forward and clapping his friend good naturedly on the shoulder.  He makes eye contact with Jen as she begins to cross the room towards him and winks at her.

“Yea, we bein’ pimped out for charity!” Mackie exclaims clapping his hands and blowing a kiss to his lovely wife, who happens to be waiting in line behind Emery’s friend Tammy to dance with Chris Hemsworth. Frowning, he shakes his finger at her disapprovingly.

“Don’t worry Anthony, our nieces and nephews are coming around with bags for the donations to be placed in. Ladies, be appropriate and remember-”

“Mrs. Evans? What if I want to dance with you?” Robert Downey Jr.’s charming voice booms from the left side of the room.

Shielding her eyes from the spotlight, Emery smiles at the kind man’s suggestion. “Well, aren’t you a sweetie!  Nah, I’ll let you do that for free,” Emery laughs, waving aside his offer.

“No, sweetheart. A deal’s a deal.  It’s for charity.  I got $6000 bucks,” he says, stepping forward and waving his checkbook.

Emery stares at Robert in disbelief, her mouth slightly agape and Chris gently pushes her forward. “For the kids at the hospital? She’s all yours man.”

“Getting rid of me already?! Well, come here, handsome!” Emery laughs as Robert sweeps her off the stage into his arms, gently setting her on the ground.

“Well, I’ll pay $1000 to dance with RDJ,” calls out another sweet Southern drawl.  “I didn’t realize he was on the dance card!”

“Who is that?” Robert looks around in search of the owner of the lovely voice.  “Is that your mother?” he asks Emery his voice full of flirtatious charm.  “I’ll pay another $1000 just to listen to her slow Southern words whispered in my ear as we dance.”

As the DJ begins to play “Dangerous Woman,” at the request of Jen for her dance with Sebastian, Emery pushes Robert away.  “Oh, hell no.  I am not dancing to this with you.  Next song.”  She laughs and grabs her husband instead.


The couple lean against the doorway, smiling at friends heading outside to enjoy the cool night air and s’mores around the campfire.  Crouching down, Emery helps Miles and Dawson put their gloves on to go outside to join the snowball fight.  “Do you think the Hulk can be on my team?” Miles whispers to the newest member of his family.

“I don’t know, bud.  He’s right behind you, all you gotta do is ask.”  Emery prods him forward and her heart soars when Mark sweeps the little boy over his shoulder and carries him outside, chanting “Hulk loves snow!”

She watches Chris with her dear friends from back home, Lisa, Carol and Jenny, as the ladies say goodnight and wish them the best for their happy futures together.  He kisses each woman gently on the cheek and thanks them for coming, reminding them of the breakfast the next morning before everyone leaves town.

Exhaling slowly Chris pulls his bride close to his side and kisses the top of her head, her curls loose and frizzy from the warmth of the room and a night of dancing and fun.  Murmuring against her temple, he declares: “You look good with kids; you’re gonna be a natural. You know that right?”

“Only ‘cause you know how to balance me,” she admits.  Changing away from the touchy subject of children, she teases, “So, are you still mad we didn’t get married at Disney?”

Chris waves at some friends who are leaving and responds, “You’re forgiven. Mickey Mouse in a Pats jersey on the groom’s cake made up for it, and we’ll be there soon enough.”

“So, where are we going on our honeymoon?  Are you still not telling me?”

“Nope.  It’s a surprise; you’ll find out when we land.  I made sure Mackenzie actually packed you real clothes this time though.”  He smiles at the memory of Emery’s first visit to Boston last Thanksgiving. “And the vows?  You know I didn’t write them at the last minute last night.  Were you happy with those?”

Emery giggles as his hands caress down her arms warming her from the wintery night air at the open doors.  “We said words? In front of the minister?  I don’t remember anything; my heart was pounding so loudly in my ears and I couldn’t stop thinking how handsome you looked.  Did we even say ‘I do?’”  She leans her weary head against is chest.

“Yes, we did, kitten. I do, man and wife, the whole thing…  we can watch the video on the flight tomorrow night.”  He sighs happily, lifting her chin up to meet his joyful blue eyes.  “Hey, I wanted to tell you, before I forget… I’ve never seen you look so beautiful as you do tonight.  This image of you will be burned in my brain forever.  So beautiful, happy, peaceful.”


“You don’t look too bad yourself,” she smiles, spinning in his arms, crashing her chest against his solid body. He lands against the wall with a quiet ‘oomph.’

He chuckles as he sees her pulls dilate and darken; his kitten wants to play.  “Tired of being the belle of the ball?”  His raspy voice suggests his growing need to leave their friends and family.  “I believe last night you said something about a blowjob the next time you saw me?”

“That could be arranged,” she giggles pressing her lower body closer to his, circling her arms around his neck.  Licking her lips to tease him, she forces his head down so their lips can meet.  Full of promise with a building fire rising behind it, her tongue plays gently along his plump bottom lip but he doesn’t let her in.

Slowly retreating, Chris rests his forehead against hers and quietly inquires, “When can we get outta here?”

Although he’s pulled away from her lips, they are still connected at the waist and he makes his presence known by pulling her even nearer to him.   She chuckles, “Babe, we still have about twenty, maybe thirty minutes.  We haven’t thrown the bouquet or the garter.”

Rising tall he leans back against the wall, looking down at his petite bride, his chosen life partner.  He rolls his eyes.  “Such old-fashioned traditions, kitten.”  He teases as he caresses her cheek, looking over her shoulder briefly to watch their friends enjoy the company of one another.

Shrugging her shoulders, she smirks.  “Just be careful when you climb up under my dress.  Don’t flash the goods.  My underwear disappeared about 20 minutes ago.”  She smiles at his ragged breathing.  She holds her left hand out, turning her hand in the party lights to admire her sparkling wedding ring.  “And the stone on my hand isn’t the largest diamond you’ve given me that I’m wearing right now.”


She is pulled away by her younger brother Parker for a dance before Chris even has a chance to respond.  She looks over her shoulder and giggles as the meaning of the words dawn on him and his jaw drops. She wiggles her eyebrows flirtatiously and winks at him.  He shakes his finger at her and mouths the words ‘naughty girl.’  The sound of her laughter is carried away with the music and he is caught up in a dance with his older sister Carly.

Later, as the strains of “Don’t Stop Believing” begin and the room goes wild, he catches up to his sweet bride again.  Loud  voices ring out, all chiming in, the crowd mimicking Chris’s rendition with “schinger in a schmokey room, schmell of wine and scheap perfume.”  Chris shakes his head, surprised by the affection the crowd shares for the song simply based on a silly role he once played.

Without words, Emery can sense his pride, but she all out laughs at the scene she sees behind him as she watches their friends Jen and Sebastian leaving the reception hall together.

Pulling her to the center of the dancing circle, he holds her tight and growls in her ear, “Diamond?  Do you mean what I think you mean?”

She winks and smiles, licking her lips seductively, anticipating their wedding night fun back in their shared room soon enough.  “Yes, Mr. Evans. Every little part of me is now yours and you are mine. Forever and always, I’m with you till the end of the line.”


Introducing Mr. and Mrs. Evans


Other snapshots from the big event


This story concludes the second series for Emery and Chris!

Watch for two scheduled follow up stories in the future!

A special thank you to all the ladies featured in the story.  Without your love and support through the last year, this story- these characters- wouldn’t be who they are today.  This has been an amazing experience for me and I owe you my gratitude.  Thanks for being part of my tribe: Lisa, Kaiti, Carol, Jen, Susan, Lillian, Jenny, Violet, Deb, Tammy, Monica, Danielle, Devika, Gitali and Erin

A very special thank you to Whitney (aka mculove1) for creating beautiful wedding portraits for Chris and Emery, featuring actor Chris Evans and actress Rachel Lefevre

A special thank you to Lisa (akathewife101) you know I owe it all to you!  And the wedding ring edit is SPOT ON.  Thank you so much for your unwavering support.

All photos were found on Pinterest.

Click here for the next Emery&Chris story, You Promised: a Honeymoon Drabble

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Mad for Plaid

By avenger-nerd-mom

Just picking some things up at the store for a good time…

Word Count: 2039

Warnings: NSFW, language, PLAID, Sex in a Public Place, oral sex, groping, self-stimulation

Pushing the cart loaded with Halloween goodies from the store entrance, I round my favorite corner, just past the row of fashionable boots for winter and fall.  The men’s department.  Fall. Warm colors. Sweaters. Plaid… Yummy.

I’m lost in my thoughts and my eyes focus on a color palette that I can only refer to as “Fuck Me Plaid” as I finger the soft fibers.

His hands come around me tossing a few Henleys into the basket before grasping the red cart handles and bumping his strong thighs against my ass.

“Hey beautiful,” he whispers against my hair, his voice instantly causing a warm flood to my inner core.  “Which ones do you like?  I can try a few on, just for fun.”

“You’ll be my life-size Ken doll?  I can dress you up just how I want?”

“I prefer that you undress me,” he growls pushing against me again this time his cock hard, as an invitation.

I chuckle.  “Down, boy.”  Reaching to throw two shirts in the cart I push him away smiling at his forward behavior.  “Save that thought for home.”

Looking around, this end of the store seems desolate, giving him freedom to do what he wants.  “Now,” he says, more gruffly.  Rough fingers dance down the side of my neck, sliding across my shoulder, pulling the collar of my t-shirt open wider. His soft lips press a wet, open mouthed kiss against the newly exposed skin and I shiver involuntarily pressing back against him.

“In the fitting room?” I retort quietly with shock, not wanting my voice to echo in the store.  I turn to face him.  “You can’t be serious?”

His smile is wicked and the gleam in his eye is purely sinful.  “Deadly.”

His voice rumbles through me as nervous butterflies float through my system.

This man.  This fucking man. Always pushing my buttons, testing my limits and reaching beyond, each time encountering a high greater than the one before.

“It’s on the list,” he reminds me, taking my hand and pulling two more shirts off the shelf and handing them to me.

“It’s on the list.” I state, resigning myself to the inevitable, dropping the Henleys on top of the snacks and holiday gear. He maneuvers me towards the fitting rooms and places the cart along the wall.

Walking behind me, he places his hand on my shoulder, advancing me down the short hallway to the open door at the end.  Looking back behind us, I see no one is around, although I am sure we are on store cameras somewhere.  His cap is pulled low and no one can see his identifiable blue eyes and cut jawline, covered by dark scruff, perfectly trimmed and fashionable.

Entering the room first, I see us in the mirror.  His smile is purely predatory and his eyes grow dark with lust. Closing the door behind him he motions me to sit, handing me the other shirts before placing his ball cap and phone on the ledge.  He runs his fingers through his shorter hair before crossing his arms at his waist to pull off his gray washed out Henley. As he stretches back, the finely toned muscles ripple under his radiant skin.  I can feel myself beginning to ache with need for him as he creates a desire in me to break out of my comfort zone.  To ease my discomfort I cross my feet at my ankles and wiggle my legs back and forth effectively rolling my thighs together in a self-stimulating manner.

I open my mouth to question him but he places a lightly calloused finger across my lips, shaking his head ‘no’ indicating for me to be quiet.  He leans to me placing his hand against my neck, his fingertips teasing along the collar of my v-neck t-shirt again and whispers in my ear, “Shhh… We don’t want anyone to hear us.”

Inhaling his scent I bite my lip, nodding my understanding. With him close I reach and tug on the drawstring of his track pants, grazing my hand along his sweet Adonis. Keeping my tone low, I voice my complaint. “I thought you wanted me to undress you?”

He chuckles, nibbling on my ear, replying, “You will, dear, soon enough.”  Pressing his hand over mine, I feel his heat, his blood rushing through the raised vein on his hip. He grasps my hands and places them in my lap. “No touching,” he quietly growls as he steps back.  Placing his firm hands on my thighs, he also silently signals me to stop moving. Damn him.

He takes my favorite plaid from me. I lean back against the mirror just to watch as he teases me.  The grin on my face is infectious and he can’t seem to keep a straight face either as he unbuttons the shirt. I watch as the muscles in his arms roll over one another and I can’t suppress a small giggle. He scowls at me, holding back his own laughter. He turns away and my laughter inside bubbles as his cute ass wiggles when he bounces on the heels of his feet.  He’s  unable to keep still as he pulls his arms through the sleeves, the soft flannel covering his back.

As he begins to pull the fabric tight across his deltoids, connecting the row of buttons across his chest, his tight form takes shape under the clothing. The large expanse is covered with the ruggedly male design and hugs his waist. His shoulders raise as he pulls on the collar and he turns to me, admiring himself in the mirror, ignoring my presence. He runs his hands down his chest, tugging on the tail of the shirt and pulling it into place. For good measure he fluffs his hair. A small grin indicates he likes the feel of the shirt.

I’m a mess.  He’s so fuckin’ beautiful. Suits. Workout clothes. T-shirts and jeans.  Beautiful in all of them. But something about plaid… He can take me hard and fast right here and I don’t even care if anyone knows.  And he knows it too…

The bastard decides to raise it up a notch. As he begins to unbutton the right sleeve, he makes eye contact with me and I’m helpless to stop the whimper that escapes me lips. ‘I hate you,’ I mouth the words, running my middle finger over my lips, licking them in the process.

“You’re too easy,” he laughs, the sound echoing in the small room, rolling up the second sleeve.

I sit forward on the round stool, dumping the other clothes to the floor and I slide forward on the seat just enough to open my legs wide drawing my hands over my thighs, tight in my yoga pants. I have a feeling we won’t make it to the gym after getting dog food. The heat of my covered pussy burns at my palm as I begin to rub myself over my clothing. My cunt tingles and swells at the possibility of our sex. I drop my head back, letting my hands roam. His breathing speeds up as my hands glide over my hard-earned abs, my shirt twisted around me, exposing my tummy.  A flood of wet washes through my sweet space and I grow bold under his guidance.  I tease along the colorful waistband of the pants, my breath steady as a calm surges over me. Slowly rolling my head up I lock eyes with his before plunging my hands down into my panties, beginning to finger myself with no remorse. The slick is welcoming and my walls so soft; I can feel the smirk on my face as I bite my lip, exciting myself as the realization hits me that once we start our play my body is all ready for him.

He steps to me and stops my hands.  “As much as I’d like watching you get yourself off,” he stops as my scent fills the air between us, inhaling deeply. His wicked smile darkens his eyes as he brings my hand to his mouth, savoring the little tease as he caresses his tongue over my fingertip.  “I said no.”

Even with his forceful grip on my wrist, I can still wiggle my fingers to stroke the delicate skin on his inner wrist, the spot he loves for me to bite and kiss and I feel goosebumps form on his skin at my touch. Challenging him, I look deep in his eyes, seeing my own reflection there, teasing, “Oh, not at all? I thought you meant I couldn’t touch you.  Okay, so we are clear on that now.  Good.”

Once again he fights the laughter I see on his face.  “You are a pain in my ass, you know that don’t you?” he whispers.

I simply nod my head yes.  For all his talk of being in control, he truly likes more to be playful and loving, and I like reminding him of that. Any chance I can get.

He drops my hands and quietly commands me to stand. In one quick swish, he pulls my shirt over my head, leaving me in a barely there sports bra and my nipples harden against the friction and the cold air in the store.  “So pretty,” he whispers as he runs his fingertip down my exposed sternum, caressing down to my sensitive belly button.  I inhale quickly and lean to his touch as he runs his hands around the waist of my fitted pants pulling me close to him, crushing my tits across the cozy material and his hard body. He raises my arms and places them over his shoulders, swaying us in time to the music on the store radio.  He looks down between us, my boobs pushed up against him.  “Maybe these should be free?”  With the flick of his finger, the bra falls loose and he pulls it free, the heavenly fabric of his shirt against my skin.

“I think we kinda have to buy this one now,” I giggle.

“I plan to buy them all,” he whispers.  “It’s funny you find them so sexy.”

“I do; just something about you in plaid makes me weak in the knees.”

“Really? Weak you say?” he places his hands atop my shoulders and pushes me down, and before my knees buckle I realize what he wants from me and I drop to my knees in front of him, resting on the pile of other clothes to buy.  I balance myself momentarily with my hands on his hips, brushing the fabric against him before dropping my hands, following the no touching guide.  I wrap my arms behind myself and tug on the braid I can feel hanging down my back. As that action tilts my head back for him, he smiles down on me as he frees his stiff cock from his pants.

On my knees I suck him into my mouth, swallowing as much of him as I can into my warmth, allowing him to fill the empty space. Playing my tongue against the vein on the underside of his beautiful rod, he moans and rocks into me reaching out with one hand to support himself against the full length mirror. Bobbing my head I wash over his length, loving every inch. My cheeks hollow as I prepare to take more and he twists the tail of my braid like a rein around his hand, pulling me on and off his cock.  He breathes in sharply, making me moan around him, gaining confidence and speed as he releases a slow, shaky breath.  “Keep that up and you’re gonna make me come,” he grunts quietly continuing to face fu-

“MOM!  Earth to mother?  What are you doing just standing here looking at plaid shirts? Come on, we’re gonna be late to soccer practice,” my annoyed teenage daughter tugs on my arm, breaking my deliciously sinful daydreams.

I smile, shifting my legs together at my own wicked thoughts.  “Yes, babe. Let’s go,” I comment tossing the shirt in the cart.

“Does Dad really need another plaid shirt?” she complains, rolling her eyes.

Turning the cart around to head to the check out, I simply laugh, “Yes, honey, yes he does.”

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Best Present Ever

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Best Present Ever

An Emery&Chris Story

*a Chris Evans fan fic*

By avenger-nerd-mom

Chris has a break from set in Atlanta and goes to visit Emery, weeks before the wedding

Warnings: language, fluff, competitive nature

Word Count 716

“Dammit, Emery!  Are you that horny?  That’s your fault; you said no sex till the wedding and I intend to make you suffer…  What the hell?” Chris laughs at her third attempt to get him to go to bed, poking her in the ribs.  “Yes, I’m exhausted but I’m fine to cuddle on the couch. What’s the rush?” Complaining, he burrows his face tighter against her boob as they snuggle on the couch.  “I just got here,” he whines.

She wraps her arm around his shoulder, hugging her tired superhero to her little body.  The fall air has a chill in the house, but not enough to start the heater.  He works as her natural furnace, heating her up just by being next to him.  “I just really missed you and I’m excited you’re here… And well, we got our first wedding present in the mail this week.”  She reaches for the remote on the couch beside her and clicks the TV off for the night.  “When I called to personally say thanks, our friend said to go ahead and open it early.  But I can only show you in the bedroom.”

“Damn, what kind of kinky friends do we have?” he murmurs, his voice full of sleep and she can hear the slight wheeze in his chest from his cold he suffered from earlier in the week. With her sabbatical from work, she had been able to join him in the little apartment in Atlanta the studio had rented for them.  He healed quickly and was back on set in no time thanks to her hot soup and tender care.  She would be the first to admit she was enjoying the time off to do what she wanted, and it was nice not to feel stressed with wedding preparations and training for her new job position which would begin in January.

Emery chuckles at his comment about their friends, brushing back his hair, shorter for working on the set.  Her fingers freeze for a moment as they brush against his naked jaw, still not used to him back in stealth mode.  “The best kind.  The kind that really understand us…”

“Ok, now I’m curious,  cause everyone knows I have a wild side, but you still appear to be about as goody two-shoes as they come…  Can I have five more minutes here, snuggled up next to you on the couch? Then I’ll go see this kinky-ass gift we got?”

“I promise, you’ll love it.”

When his soft puffs of air turn to gentle sounds of sleep, she kisses the top of his head and leans her head back against the couch, pulling his favorite Pats blanket over them both and drifts off to sleep herself.


In the early morning hours, fully rested he wakes and remembers she had something she wanted to show him in the bedroom.  He gently picks up her sleeping form and carries her into the bedroom.  In the low light glow from the bathroom, he can’t really tell what he’s seeing, so he kicks the door wide open for more light.

He begins to laugh and the rumble through his body shakes her against him and she wakens, his attention focused on the bed.  There’s only one explanation for such a gift.  “Hayley?”

Emery giggles.  “Yea; who else?  She said your love of games and competitive nature should carry into the bedroom as well.”


Sitting her on the bench at the end of the bed, he pulls off his his boots one at a time, laughing.  “I swear, that may be the best wedding present I’ve ever seen!” His eyes grow dark as Emery removes her sweater and tugs her t-shirt over her head, revealing a pale pink lace bra.  “So I guess naked bed Twister is on?”

“Oh, honey, it’s so on right now!” she giggles, turning to crawl up the bed to reach for the spinner board on the nightstand as he yanks her yoga pants off her ass, playfully smacking her butt.

“But if we’re naked, even if we are on your self-imposed sex ban, are there really any losers to this game?” Chuckling at her cutthroat glare while he slides his sweatpants down his muscular legs, he answers his own question.  “Baby, this is such a win-win!”

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Happy Anniversary


Happy Anniversary

An Emery & Chris story

*a Chris Evans fan fic*

By avenger-nerd-mom

Chris and Emery spend their anniversary together in a crowded house with family

Warnings: NSFW Language, Adult Situations, Oral Sex, Loving Couple SMUT, anal fingering

Word Count 4377

“Oh, holy hell.  I think my ovaries just exploded.  What are you doing?”

Chris rocks the sweet baby girl in his arms and turns to Emery.  “What does it look like we’re doing?  We’re making breakfast.”

“She said a bad word,” whispers the little girl against Chris’s neck.

Smiling down at her and winking at Emery, he says “You’re right.  She did.  What do you think we should do about it?”

The little girl claps her hands together and giggles, “She should get a spankin’!”

“Hear that, Em?  Later, you should get a spankin’,” He wiggles his eyebrows at Emery and she holds back her laughter.  “No bad words in this kitchen.”

Emery holds her arms out to the the little but she shakes her head and snuggles tighter against Chris’s chest. He chuckles and kisses the top of her head.  “Are you gonna spend the day in my arms?”

“Uh-huh,” the little girl giggles, running her hands over the top of his freshly shaved head.  “It’s skitchy.  Like your face.”

“Ah, honey, I’m glad my face is skitchy again,” he chuckles, rubbing his cheek against the girl’s delicate skin.

Chris flips the pancakes before turning his attention back to Emery.  “Good morning, beautiful…  Hey, sweet pea.  I’m gonna sit you right here for a minute.”  He sits the blonde angel on the counter next to the pancake batter.  “Don’t wiggle; I don’t want you to fall and get hurt, okay?”  He taps her on the nose before pulling Emery tight into his arms.

He quickly licks his lips in anticipation, his eyes lighting up at her quick smile, whispering, “Happy Anniversary, jelly bean,” as their mouths collide.  His plump red lips push over hers, his tongue teasing his way in between hers, flicking against hers, minty fresh. Brushing his nose against hers, he dips his posture lower to greet her easier, pulling her up on her tiptoes at the same time. His hand spans across her tiny cheek as he holds Emery’s face delicately, his other hand tight around her waist.  He releases her mouth and goes in for another.

Her tongue graces the tip of his and it’s like electricity between them.  She wraps her arms around his tapered waist, pushing under the elastic band of his plaid pajama bottoms and squeezes the top of his ass cheeks while Chris deepens the kiss.  She can feel his rising body heat pressing against her belly as her mouth opens wider for his searing kisses.

“Hey! Not in front of my kid! Get a room!”

Emery and Chris jump apart as Emery’s younger sister Mackenzie enters the kitchen.  She doubles over in laughter when her daughter jumps too before exclaiming, “What’s burning?”

“Oh shit,” Chris grumbles, hiding his blush from his future sister-in-law.

“That’s a bad word, Mister Chris.”  She shakes her finger at him, succumbing to a fit of giggles when he playfully bites it.

“Shame, sis.  Not even married yet.  Don’t be groping him like that,” Mackenzie teases.

Throwing out the burnt pancakes, Chris grumbles under his breath, “This isn’t really what I had planned for our anniversary, babe.”

“I know,” Emery shrugs, sweeping her niece Dakota into her arms.  “But it was really sweet of you to rent this house for us all to come to so we could get out of the path of the storm in Savannah.”

“Have you seen the news yet?  Is it bad?”  Mackenzie as she pours herself a cup of coffee and Emery indicates she doesn’t know.  “Hey, man.  You really wanna make pancakes for everyone? Dad said last night he’d just take us all out for breakfast.”

“I didn’t hear that; but I promised this one,” he tilts his head towards the little one reaching out to him, “a Mickey Mouse shaped pancake.  And I always make good on promises to pretty girls.”  He winks at Emery as he steals Dakota back into his arms, telling her to keep her little feet tight to his body so she doesn’t get hurt.

“Did I hear someone say pancakes?” Dawson asks as he bounces into the room.  “Can I have one?”

Chris continues pouring the batter in the hot skillet, balancing the little girl on his hip while his nephew- to- be waits for his mother’s answer.  “Fine, you can each have one, but when Grandpa takes us out for breakfast you only get fruit and yogurt since you already ate, alright?”

“Yes!” The little boy high -fives Chris and proudly shows off his new Captain America tennis shoes, already dressed for the day.  “Aunt Emery said you would take us to the pumpkin patch today, is that right?”

“Yup Little Man, that’s the plan, but not till later, closer to dark, alright?  This resort has a bonfire and hayride later tonight.”

“No ghost stories though, right? I don’t wike scary stuff,” Dakota says.

Chris tickles her belly laughing at her use of the word “wike” just like his niece and nephews although she has no particular trouble with any of her word sounds other than her distinct Southern drawl.  He secretly hopes like hell his children one day sound like their mother and not his Boston brogue.  “No ghost stories.”

As more of the family file through the kitchen to get their morning coffees, plans are made to get breakfast and for everyone to attend the local fall fest after eating.  Emery’s mother Anita offers to clean the mess Chris made while he and Emery get ready for the day. Before he can head to the room for a shower, her father pulls him aside quietly.

“Thank you again Chris for your hospitality.  Living along the coast isn’t always an easy thing.  I’ve been listening to the news and watching TV.  I’m a little worried, and I’m trying to keep everyone busy today.”  The furrowed brow on Preston Thomas’s usually relaxed face shows his worry and concern.  “But I also don’t want everyone under foot.  I’m insisting everyone goes this afternoon, and of course, you and Emery are welcome to join us, but it is your anniversary and I’m trying to get the house empty for a few hours.  I know your plans changed too because of the storm.  Sure is something with them closing Disney, isn’t it?”

“Yes sir it is; I think I read they hadn’t done that for a storm since 2004. You really don’t mind if Emery and I stay back this morning?  I think she wanted to see some of the craft vendors? Maybe we could meet up with everyone later.”

“Son, I think that’s a fine plan.”  The older gentleman’s Southern voice booms through the hallway as the others spill from the kitchen and head to their rooms to get ready for the day.


“Good night you two; I’ve left the front door unlocked since Parker and his girlfriend are still out on the Haunted House tour,” Anita announces.  Her rolled eyes indicate just how she feels about her youngest son’s girlfriend.


“Yup, sounds good,” Emery smiles.  “Good night, Mom.”  She waits till her mother is out of the room before whispering to Chris, “God, I thought they’d never leave.”

“Me either,” he whispers back, chuckling at the grin on her face as she leans in for a kiss, feeling her warmth against him in the darkened room.

Her lips taste sweet, like the wine they’ve shared and he pulls her bottom lip between his sucking it in for a quick nip.  She giggles and twists on the couch, climbing over him and straddling his thigh, pushing him back against the couch.  “Now, Miss Emery.  This behavior isn’t very becoming of a Southern belle.  Just what do you think you’re doing?”

She looks down at him, her hair cascading down to hide the both of them, a mass of wild curls. A flash of pure wickedness glints in her blue eyes as she begins to unbutton his shirt.  “You know, a year ago today, you showed up in my class, ball cap and jeans, big bouquet of flowers, and I thought it was a goddamn joke.”  She smiles brightly, leaning to kiss him, tilting his head back to capture his lips better, a playfulness between them.  “I thought ‘how could it be he found me, my hero on the big screen?’  Every day for a month, I worried you’d get tired of me and leave-”

“You are rather difficult to put up with- ow!” he helps as she twists his nipple.  “That hurt.”

“I’m difficult?”  She asks.  “Oh, honey,” she shakes her head.  “You.  You are the difficult one…. You’ve had too many yes people in your life. I’m the ‘no’ you needed.”  She giggles, thinking of all the times she has had to tell him no.  “But we balance each other.  I know your fans think I’m a Mary Sue, but you needed me. Computer science proved it… Thank god for dating websites.”

She struggles with his belt buckle and he shifts on the couch for ease of access as she finally slides it loose.  Dragging her fingers down his tight abs she revels in his near perfect body, ready to go back to work any day for his last contractual commitments.  Her fingers tease the tiny hairs across his abdomen and a small moan escapes his lips.  She tugs at the button on his jeans and pops it loose, turning her hand, palm to his chest as her perfectly manicured fingernails torment along the waist of his Calvins.

“Mary Sue?” he asks.

“A trope girlfriend, too perfect to be true.” Her reach hits its mark and she wraps her hand around his imposing dick, already straining to be free.

“Oh, kitten, you are so perfect; definitely too good to be true,” he sighs, debating watching her hands or leaning his head back against the couch and just melting into her caresses.  Car lights shine through the window and he curses.  “Shit, Parker’s back! Can we continue this elsewhere?”

In a quick motion Emery pulls off her shirt and tosses it to him.  “I’ll be waiting.  You get them set-” hearing a commotion on the front sidewalk, she freezes.  “Fuck! They’re fighting again.  Quick; let’s get down the hallway before we get sucked into their drama.”

Chris throws her shirt back to her, picking up their glasses and bottle of wine before quickly following her to the hallway, whispering, “If all they do is fight, why is he still with her?”

Turning on the light to their bedroom she laughs.  “Don’t you remember the drama of being right out of high school and being in love?  It’s that age. That’s what they do.”

“It’s gonna fuckin’ wake the whole house,” he complains, placing the wine glasses in her outstretched hands, before locking the door behind them.  “And I’m still a little weirded out having sex with you when your father is in the same house with us.”

Shaking her head and giggling, she places the glasses on the dresser. “Now who’s the eighteen year old boy?  Newsflash: My dad knows we have sex.”

“That doesn’t mean we have to do it when he’s around,” Chris hisses, wincing when the front door of the house slams shut and the arguing continues in the living room of the rented home.

With her hands on her hips Emery just stares at her fiance. “Christopher fuckin’ Evans, are you kidding me right now?”

“What?” His smile taunts her as he prowls towards her.  “You were the one that said you thought we should wait till the wedding; I mean, I can just go take matters into my own hands, so to speak. Do you have a problem with that?”

She chuckles and steps around him as he moves closer.  “You wouldn’t do that tonight! I said after this weekend was over…”

“No. I’m okay, I don’t want your little pledge of chastity to be broken…  This morning was quite good after everyone left.  And I thoroughly cleaned down the kitchen counters while you went for a run…” He licks his lips and smiles at her intake of breath when the cold door brushes up against her back.  His voice is low and rumbles between them and he delights in watching her skin start to flush as her breathing speeds up, turned on by his little game of cat and mouse.  “I mean, you said so yourself, we didn’t have sex last October 8, why should we do it this year?  I believe your exact words were ‘We should never have sex on October 8.’”

Her eyes dilate as he runs his fingertips along the purple lace edging of her bra, goosebumps forming behind the contact.  “That was stupid of me,” she whispers. “Why would you listen to me?”

“I was told I’m always supposed to answer the bride with ‘yes, dear.”  He leans to her, placing his hand on the door to the left of her ear.  Her eyes drop to watch his mouth as he slowly forms his words, teasing her with his pretty pink lips.  Catching the tip of his index finger under the strap of her bra, he pulls it towards him, running his fingers along the satin ribbon to her shoulder and sliding it down her arm. “I seem to recall a year ago tonight trapping you against the whiteboard in your classroom.”  Looking down he sees the rapid rise and fall of her chest.  “And you reacted just like this… and I ached to reach out to touch your freckles.”  He skims his palm up her jaw, his thumb gracing across the freckles on her cheek till his hands tangle in her wild red hair just behind her ear.  “And I wanted to do this…”

Like a magnetic force pulls her away from the door, she crashes into him, his mouth connecting with hers, winding his fingers in her curls.  She sighs beneath him, stretching up on her toes to be closer to him, sliding the unbuttoned shirt from his broad shoulders and pushing it down his arms, squeezing along his impressive biceps while removing the offending article of clothing.  She rubs her leg up against his as their mouths silently continue their dance, greedily lunging for one another.  He grabs under her thigh and holds it to him, pushing her back into the door, pinning her there and pushing his hard cock against her exposed belly.  The door rattles from his thrusts and he spins her around, lifting her off the ground in the process and carrying her to the bed. Gently he tosses her in the middle and smiles as she bounces on the bed.  His concentration is broken briefly as he hears the angry sounds of the younger couple move to the kitchen and when he focuses back on his beautiful fiance she has stripped herself naked. “So we’re having sex on October eighth?”

“Ask me each year; this year we are.”  Giggling she sits  up on her knees with her hands on her hips, her lovely breasts on prominent display in the darkly lit room.  Her eyes shine as she watches him push his Calvins and jeans down his muscular thighs.  He steps out of them quickly and crawls to the center of the bed in front of her.

“Yes, ma’am,” he replies, wrapping his arms around her waist as she scoots closer to straddle his thigh.

“Hi,” she says quietly.  “I was kinda wanting to ride this thigh out in the living room before we were rudely interrupted.”

Shaking his head at her silliness, Chris grabs her hand and places it around his throbbing cock.  “Well, this is where we left off with things…His head drops back as she begins to stroke him and he’s aware of her heat against his muscled leg.  “Shit, Em, you’re so wet.”

Her slick dampens his thigh as she begins to slowly hump him, pulling and tugging on his thick cock as her lips hover above his.  His eyes are heavy lidded and full of want and her mouth surges forward, commandeering his, claiming his lips for her own.  Her eyes remain open in trust, watching as his lush eyelashes flutter against his cheeks.  She savors making him weak, listening to the smacking of their lips as she grinds against his leg.  Her hands caress the veiny ridges of his taut manhood and she wants to remind him that he belongs to her as much as she belongs to him.

Sliding off his leg, her lips release from his with a sweet pop.  She scoots back and lowers herself between his legs, worshiping at his beauty. Her own scent attracts her attention and she drags her tongue across the slick on his leg, kissing and biting along his inner thigh on one side and kneading with her hand on the other, crouched down on her elbows, her ass up in the air.

His hands roam softly but surely over her back, biting back the sounds building within him, knowing there are too many people in the house.  His breath is stilted when her tiny hand reaches around his cock again and she shifts forward accepting him into her mouth, warm and inviting.  Her tongue swirls over the slit, lapping at his pre-cum and she moans in delight.  “Fuck Em, no noises.  You know what that does to me,” he tightly whispers.

She pulls off and grins at him wickedly.  “Shit, no, kitten.”  She plunges her sweet opening down his shaft and hums against him, her body bouncing with her inescapable laughter. “Too many people. And I’m not exactly quiet, come on,” he groans and pleads.

Sliding back and forth on his rod with a renewed passion she continues to make tiny hungry sounds.  He caves and relaxes into it, doing his best to keep himself quiet, biting his lip as his hands caress down her back.  He arches over her, his chest to her back as his hands cup down over her ass.  She’s not playing fair and is quickly driving him to his tipping point as her hands cup his balls while her mouth works him over.  Running his hands over her rounded behind, he reaches between her legs and she is nearly dripping with her own need.  His touches coax from the back of her throat her own sounds of desire, low and primal. Gathering the wet he can, his hands smooth over her puckered asshole and he bites at her hip, sucking and leaving his mark.  She rocks back against his touch, craving it.  Slowly he teases her rim and she rocks back on him, slowly releasing his cock from her mouth as he distracts her with his intimate petting.

“Thank you for letting go,” he chuckles against her exposed side. “If this is our last fuck till the wedding night, I wanna be inside you when I come.”

“Think you can play with my asshole and get anything you want from me, is that it?” she giggles, her face buried into the downy bed comforter.

Moving positions behind her, he chuckles as he runs his hand down her spine, teasing with the other around her tight hole.  He swats at the tight flesh of her ass and grips it in his fingers, pulling back at the divide between her cheeks for a better peak.  Reaching between her legs again, his fingers slide between her folds as he gathers more of her juices.  He smiles at her strong exhale of breath as he drags the wet back over her ass, gently plunging his thumb inside.  She pushes back against him as he chuckles, “Seems to work that way, kitten.”

She shrugs her shoulders and melts into the bed as he slowly and lovingly fondles her virgin space.  As her mewling sounds grow, he is pleased by his kitten and ready for more.  He slowly removes his hand, quickly wiping up on her discarded shirt before grabbing her hips and thrusting deep inside her wanting pussy.  Their foreplay has left her ready for all of him and no time elapses before she begins thrusting back against him, hitting balls deep.  He balances one hand on the bed at her hip and grips her shoulder with the other guiding their lovemaking.  Rising up, her palms flat against the bed, Emery reaches between her legs and begins to play with her clit.  Her fingertips graze his cock as it pounds against her cunt and her touches push them both over the edge.

Chris can feel her velvet walls tightening around him, surges of desire heating them both. She rises up, wrapping her arm around the back of his neck, her back to his heaving chest.  To hold back his desired cries of ecstasy he bites down on her exposed shoulder, her orgasm ripping through her body as she sags against him and with another thrust and quiet grunt his seed pushes into her before he stills.  Their bodies wrapped together, a sheen of sweat, rest on the center of the bed momentarily before he slowly lowers them to lay on their side as one conjoined piece.  Two separate entities made whole when placed together.

Her contented sighs almost seem like purring and he ponders the random selection he had with the nickname ‘kitten’ for her, but how perfect it is in moments like these.  Nibbling below her ear he whispers, “Where do the deep philosophical thoughts come from right after mind blowing sex?”

“No clue,” she sleepily replies, twisting the hair on his arms in her fingertips.  His arms are still wrapped tight around them and she knows soon enough she’ll have to remind him to let up with his heavy superhero hold.  But for now she is perfectly content to be crushed by her future husband’s weight.  “What was it this time Socrates?”

“Something about how we weren’t whole till we found each other… It makes me think of a quote a read once, but damned if my brain can place it right now. Now all I can think is ‘sex, boobs, coming, sleep.’”

Shifting the weight of his arm to rest across her hip, she pulls the bed coverings over them, not even caring they aren’t under the sheets and blankets.  “Real deep thinker you are there, dear. Not unlike a cave man.”

“Hey, I’m evolved,” he chuckles, “I let you come first.”

She swats at his arm.  “Thanks for that… shhh… this cave woman needs sleep too.”

“I love you, future Mrs. Christopher Evans.”

“Sure thing.  I love you too, future Mr. Emery Thomas.”

“I don’t think it works that way,” he chuckles, kissing her neck once again.



Waking to find him facing her, Emery is struck by his beauty.  She reaches to caress his soft beard, knowing it will be gone soon for work commitments, but doesn’t want to wake him.  She inhales his masculine scent, a smell that is distinctly him and one she now knows isn’t found in any bottle or candle.  His form is better than those of the sculpted Greek gods of days gone by.  His body is a thing of beauty and she remembers the fangirl days of searching for every possible image, even the ones a fan never admits to searching for.  But it is his face that holds her heart.  His sweet innocence as he sleeps is one of the true pieces never depicted on film and she relives moments like these when they are apart.  His dark lashes against his pale skin.  The morning sunlight in the window actually showing the blue veins behind his pale eyelids, a testament to his Irish heritage. The laugh lines around his eyes which seem to deepen each day due to his playful nature and easy humor.  The beauty mark on his left cheek.  His red slips swollen and bruised from last night’s collisions. His trimmed beard with hints of red and gray hair.  His perfect jaw line, almost as though it had been chiseled in marble.  She holds back a giggle at the thought that some days it’s the best seat in the house.  She blushes at her random sexual thought as her eyes continue to soak him in…  The little scar on his neck.   The words of wisdom forever stained on his collarbone… He is true Heaven on Earth and he belongs to her.

Barely moving his lips, he whispers, “Are you done memorizing me? Gettin’ kinda creepy.”

Reaching to caress his cheek, she laughs, “Good morning, ass.”

His eyelids flutter open and he raises slightly to kiss her fingertips before they retreat again into her morning space.  “I love you too…  Hey; remember I was waxing poetic again right before we fell asleep?”

“You mean your deep random thoughts after you came?  Yeah; what about it?”  she smiles brightly, waiting to hear his thoughts.

“I remembered the quote, and I want you to know October 8th will always be important.  Ya ready?”

Emery giggles and strokes his beard, curious as to the words of wisdom she’s about to hear.

“Okay, Mark Twain said it.  Something about only having two important days in your life.  The day you’re born and the day you know why.  I knew the minute I saw you, you were gonna change my world. I was born to love you, Emery Rose.”

Tears well in her blue eyes.  Rolling closer to him, she kisses him tenderly before whispering, “Christopher Robert, that may be the sweetest thing you have ever said to me.”

Smiling like a love sick puppy, he asks, “Really?  Cause I really need a good hook for the wedding vows… You told me I had to use my own words.  Can I use Mark Twain’s and add to them?”

She tugs his Saint Christopher’s medallion. “Like I said, you’re an ass.”

“But I’m yours.”

“Yea, I know… Till the end of the line…” She rises from the bed and pulls on his shirt, tugging it down to cover her ass, before peeking out the door into the hallway.  With the coast clear, she darts into the hallway.

Chris’s laughter rings through the lower part of the house when he hears her father’s voice complimenting her in his shirt and her stuttered response.

Included gifs are from the TV show “Under the Dome”

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Killing Time


Killing Time

An Emery&Chris story

*a Chris Evans fan fic*

By avenger-nerd-mom

Thanks to car trouble, Emery and Chris have some time to kill

Warnings: None, Fluff

Word Count 911

This story was originally written and posted in October 2016 as a thank you to MCUlove for her amazing talents!  She surprised me with this beautiful edit of Emery and Chris and this scene popped into my head.

Now that the time is finally HERE, a few edits have been made to the story to fit the timeline that has developed over the last two years. (Although we know from leaked photos (September 2018), Chris has “Steve hair” right now, I’m leaving those details to match the photo edit that inspired the story!)

September 2018

“Well, aren’t you going to say something?” he huffs as removes his sunglasses, wiping away smudges from the lenses.

Shrugging her shoulders, she smiles and leans against the side of the car.  “What good is that gonna do? Really no point to get upset, jelly bean.”

“Jelly bean?” Chris complains, slamming the hood of car down and wiping his hands against his pants legs. “Don’t talk about food; I’m starving,”

She watches, hiding her grin, as he silently throws his little fit, stomping his feet against the tire as he walks to her.  She reaches in the window and grabs her travel bag, extracting one of his protein bars and tossing it to him.

He clumsily catches it, irritation still written all over his face.  “Damn, babe. I’m really sorry.”

“Chris. Knock it off. It’s not your fuckin’ fault the rental car broke down.  You said the service will be here in about two hours; we can still get back to Vegas in time for Scott’s birthday party tonight.  It’s not a big deal.” Rubbing his back, she soothes his nerves, taking a nibble of the treat when he offers her a bite. “We’ve had a nice drive today.  It’s exactly what I wanted when I said ‘let’s get away for awhile.’”

Chris brushes back her curls, moving his body to lean against hers, smashing her against the side of the car.  “You aren’t just saying that to make me feel better are you?”

“Now, why would I do that?” she giggles, wiping a drop of melted chocolate from his lip and sucking it from her thumb.

“Because that’s what you do.  You always know just what to say to make me feel better, and you are always so calm in any crisis.”

“We do have a lot of little mishaps, don’t we?” she giggles, wrapping her arms around his waist.  “Just in the last few weeks, the water pipes flooding everything in the LA house, the deal falling through on the place in Boston we wanted and the hurricane messing up my conference in Orlando.”

Pouting, he smiles wearily.  “I’m still mad we had to cancel Disney, ya know,” leaning in to kiss her forehead.

“I know. But it was just a quick weekend anyway. I rescheduled it for October, before you start work in Toronto.  We’ll go then and do the Mickey party; I promise…”

The smile on his face could light up the whole world and her heart soars. “That’s almost better than Disney at Christmas; you know that right?”

She giggles as he covers her face in kisses. “I figured…. It’s the same weekend as the anniversary of our first date, right before the Chicago con. I invited Carly and Ryan to bring the kids; I hope that’s okay?”

“Perfect; you always think of everything.”  He removes his jacket and lays it over the open window.  “Aren’t you hot in that jacket?”

“Yeah, but I think I better keep it on,” Emery says matter of factly.  “I didn’t plan for this and I don’t have sunscreen. I don’t wanna get burned.”

Chris nods his head to show his understanding.  “So, babe, two hours to kill… And don’t take this personally, but it is too damn hot to use the time to fool around.”  He pushes off of her and raises his thin tank top to wipe the sweat from his brow. She grabs his belt loop and pulls him back close.  He chuckles and shakes his head ‘no,’ but she steals a quick kiss anyway, dragging her fingertips over his exposed belly.

“None taken babe. And no offense, but the heat zaps me. Can’t say I’m too interested,” she giggles, ducking away from the playful swipe he makes to hit her arm.  “If there was a place to stretch out, I’d vote for a nap.” She steps around to the back of the car and hops up to sit on the trunk, the metal hot on her tiny little hands.

Looking at his watch, he sees some time has passed. “An hour and forty-five minutes.  What can we do for all that time if we aren’t using it as sexy time?”

“Sexy time? Really Chris,” she teases, shaking her head.  “Well, there’s a deck of cards in the bag. Or we could talk.”

He groans.  “Talk? We talk all the time.  Who wants to do that? Talking to my wife is icky.”

He throws his head back in laughter when she sticks out her tongue and flips him off.  “Come here,” she motions her finger in a taunting tease, taking his hand and moving him to stand between her legs.  She tightens her knees against his tapered waist and takes a nervous breath and raises her blue eyes to his.

“What, kitten?”  He reads the change in her mood. “What should we talk about? We’ve got time on our hands.  I’m not going anywhere.”

She lovingly rubs her hands across his scruff, over the top of his freshly shaved head, as if she is memorizing every feature.  For a moment his heart drops, as if she is about to share bad news. She kisses his lips gently and draws back to look him in the eyes.  Sighing again, she sits up tall as a beautiful smile graces her face. “Maybe, Mr. Evans, we should start picking out baby names… We’re about ten weeks pregnant! Baby Evans is about the size of a strawberry. Wanna see a picture?”

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an Emery&Chris story

*a Chris Evans fan fic*

By avenger-nerd-mom

Chris and Emery wind down for the evening and Chris is amused by his bride to be

Warnings: Fluff; Every day life

This is my 100th story!  Yea, me!

October 2016

“Hurry up,” Emery’s loud southern drawl carries through the downstairs of the house. “Some of us have to work for a living? I need sleep. And I need snuggles. Get in here and turn out the lights!”

Her plea is met with silence, but she smiles at the sound of the back door being locked shut and West’s nails clicking across the hardwood floors; Chris muttering, “No girl, go to your spot.”

She knows if he had his way the dog would be sleeping in the room with them, possibly even their bed, but she isn’t willing to relent on that training. Maybe she’ll change her mind with the next dog. But it is highly unlikely.

Chris surveys the living room and smiles at the little changes to the space that was once solely hers. A Patriots throw blanket graces the back of the couch and his hand weights are in the corner. New photos and frames of their vacations together fill the shelves and his guitar hangs on the wall.

The cat jumps out of her favorite hiding place and nips at his ankles and he leans down and playfully swoops her up, resting her on the back of the loveseat by the window, where she seems to like watching the car lights pass by during the night.

Checking the lock on the front door, he kicks his shoes closer to the wall, knowing Emery’s need for order early in the week.  With the house full of guests over the weekend, it’s not as clean as she likes it, but he plans to remedy that tomorrow while she is at school.  By Thursday night, she won’t care if things are out of place; she’ll be so tired from work, but on Monday night, cleanliness is still important.  He shakes his head at this little quirk of his bride to be, smiling to himself.

“I’m hurrying,” he chuckles, stepping into their shared room, recently redecorated to match their collective tastes.  He takes in the warm glow of the lights against the freshly painted carmel colored walls, the earth tones more masculine than her previous color pallet.  Papers are spread across the floor but Emery is nearly passed out on the bed, not fully rested from a weekend of visitors from the North, members of his family.

“Done grading?” he asks as he flicks off the switch.

As soon as the room goes dark, he pauses mid-stride.  “Wicked? What the hell is that?”

“Wha-?” she sleepily asks, her voice dropping off.

“Your ass says ‘Wicked’ in neon-green, kitten,” he laughs, climbing in bed besides her.

In the moonlight through the window, he sees her lift up, looking over her shoulder and she giggles.

“Oh, that! It’s my Halloween underwear!  It glows in the dark.” She explains like it it’s nothing and shifts her body to snuggle next to his side, staying on her stomach, but throwing her arm across his waist and her thigh over his, rock solid and ready to go back to work on set soon.

He laughs, the movement jostling her while he wraps his hand around her toned thigh, pulling it up higher against is body.  “Excuse me?  Halloween underwear?”  He kisses her temple gently.  “Why have I never seen it before?”

“I don’t know. It was with all my other holiday clothes?  I have no idea…” she fights sleep, inhaling his scent and wanting as much time with her fiance as possible before he is away again on business.

“But we were dating last October?” He smiles at the thought of their one year anniversary coming up soon and it fills him with a sense of pride; accomplishment.  Like he did something so right to find her…

“Oh, but a year ago, we weren’t at the stage in our relationship when you I let you see my underwear.”  She reminds him as she runs her fingers through the fine hairs on his belly.

He pauses in thought, gently furrowing his fingers through the strands of her silky red hair.  “Seeing it- no.  But I do recall last Halloween you did let me have some tricks and treats… and I still enjoyed your sweets, even if I didn’t see your ‘Wicked’ underwear.”

“Babe, I’m pretty sure in that tight Black Widow costume I wore, I wasn’t wearing underwear.”

“Oh, my god!  That’s right!  Damn…  How could I forget?  What are you planning for us this year?”

“If I don’t get sleep, I’m going to be a zombie. Can we figure it out later?” she stifles a yawn and snuggles closer.

He sighs, pulling her tight to his side.  “Sure thing, kitten,” he whispers against the top of her head.  “Have sweet dreams… and wicked ones…  I know I will…”

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