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You woke up pressed into his chest. He was warm and the sound of his heart beating a slow steady rhythm was comforting to you.
It was also new. You had woken up beside him 4 days in a row but normally there was space between you. He had his side, you had yours. Normally when you woke you just got up and got ready. You didn’t consider if it might be okay to kiss him although it wouldn’t have been the first time you had considered what it might be like.
This was the first time you had woken up with Steve where he was the potential to be more than just your Captain. Where you might get the chance to be more than just his subordinate.
You took a moment to take him in, in the soft morning light as it filtered through the curtains. The way his eyelashes fanned out over his cheek. His clear skin, free from lines and blemishes. His plump pink lips. So very kissable. You wanted to kiss them again. You wanted to feel his bottom lip between yours. Have them on your neck. Your collarbone. Your breasts.
Instead, you reached up and touched his cheek.
His eyes fluttered open and he smiled at you. “Morning,” He said. God, his voice sounded so good when he first woke up. Deep and gravelly. The kind of voice that made your knees slightly weak.
“Morning.” You replied.
“This isn’t happening until later is it?” He said.
You shook your head. “No. We got time. We’ll need to brief the others. Make sure they’re all where they need to be.”
“Good. That’s good.” He said leaning in a little.
“Why what did you want to do? Sleep in a little?” You teased.
He chuckled. “Mmm… no. Maybe order some room service. I could go for some black coffee and a big breakfast.”
You laughed. “Well, do what you gotta do.”
His blue eyes twinkled and he leaned in closer to you. You bridged the difference and kissed. It was that slow, lazy morning kiss where your lips gently caress the other’s. No tongue, just lips.
He pulled back and rest your forehead against his. “Thought we weren’t going to do that yet.”
He hummed. It was a deep contented rumble in his chest. “I’m always making excuses for why not to follow my heart like that. Thought I’d take a chance and just follow it.”
You kissed him again. This time it was brief, barely a brush of your lips over his. “The morning breath that much of a turn on, huh?”
He laughed. “Yeah, that was it alright.”
You sighed contentedly and burrowed in under his neck. “We’re nearly done. Just need to get the bust. Then, we can explore this properly.”
“Mmm, you’re right.” He agreed and pressed his lips to the top of your head. “Still hate the idea of that guy’s greasy mitts on you.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep them above the clothes.” You joked pulling back. “Room service does sound good though. Think we can get that, one last, on the boss meal?”
Steve chuckled and sat up grabbing the menu and passing it to you. “Sure. Sounds like a plan. But no mimosas. We have work.”
You scanned through the menu and made your order before going and jumping in the shower. When you came out you didn’t even think twice about dressing in front of Steve. He blushed as soon as he saw you in the towel and disappeared into the bathroom.
By the time Steve was out of the bathroom, the food had arrived and you were sitting on the bed sipping your coffee.
“Is that what you’re wearing?” He asked gesturing to the dress you had on.
You raised your eyebrow at him over your mug. “Rude.”
“No. I didn’t - that wasn’t - I just meant…”
“It’s okay.” You laughed. “I need to be in something sexy. I’m supposed to be going there to have sex with him.”
“You also have to have somewhere to conceal a weapon and a wire.”
“Awww, Stevie, worried about me?” You teased.
“Yes,” He said, his tone deadly serious. “Is that bad? Should I not be worried about one of my agents?”
“You don’t need to be. I have fought in dresses plenty of times. My bracelets both have retractable blades and my boots have a holster build in. The ribbing on the corset of my dress doubles as body armor and actually has canals to run wires along so they can’t be detected if he pats me down. Or feels me up I guess.”
“Oh,” Steve said, taking a seat beside you and pulled his plate over to himself. “I guess you have thought of everything haven’t you?”
“It’s not my first rodeo, Cap,” You said taking a large mouthful of toast.
He reached over and his hand slid up your side, tracing over the boning of your bodice. You looked down, watching his large fingers caress the fabric of your dress, then back up into the blue of his eyes. “What are you doing?”
“Just wanted to feel it,” Steve said.
“Oh, did you now?”
Your teasing words seemed to spark something in him. He carefully moved your plates aside and then pulled you roughly into his arms, kissing you hard. You wrapped your arms around him and moaned gently against his lips. Not quite sure where this was going but liking it nonetheless.
He pulled back and looked at you. “You’ll be careful.”
“Of course. I always am.”
“I just - this… I don’t want it to end before it’s even begun.”
You smiled and kissed him gently. “Trust me… I know what I’m doing.”
One Year Later…
“Oh my god! The same room and everything.” You almost fell through the door laughing and spun around wrapping your arms around Steve’s neck. “You old romantic you.”
“It seemed apt,” Steve said, pulling you tight against him and teasing his lips down the side of your neck. “Happy anniversary, sweetheart.”
It had been a full year. The mission had gone exactly as intended. Arrests were made. People were convicted and sent to prison. You and Steve had gone home and started juggling working together and dating. It hadn’t been nearly as bad as you’d thought. People had teased you a lot. Not nearly as much as they had teased Steve though. Tony and Sam, in particular, seemed to get a special thrill about seeing if they could make him blush. Often their taunts revolving around him giving you orders.
When it had become non-newsworthy you and Steve had just settled into it. The Avengers had always been more like family anyway, so your part as both agent and Steve’s girlfriend fit fine. Other people had dated and broken up and moved on. It seemed slightly inevitable when you did the job you did.
Now it was your one year anniversary and he’d brought you back to the very place your relationship had started. The room with only one bed.
Steve kissed your throat and ran his hands up your sides. A soft hum escaped your lips as your skin prickled under his touch. “Steve,” You hummed. “There’s only one bed.”
“Oh no, what will happen?” He teased, picking you up and tossing you on the bed.
You laughed loudly and started stripping off your clothes. He tore his off, tossing them to the side before almost launching himself into your waiting arms.
You wrapped yourself around him, kissing him hungrily. All you wanted to do right now was the one thing you wouldn’t let yourself do one year ago. It was time. The bed would win.
He rutted against you, his erection growing as your wetness grew. Hands roamed everywhere. Massaging, squeezing, stroking.
By the time he lined himself up at your entrance you needed him more than you had ever had. All you wanted was to feel him penetrating you.
“Please, Steve. Fuck me.”
He smirked down at you and thrust deep into your cunt.
The two of you moved together, as he thrust, you rolled your hips and clenched your walls. Your nails dragged down his back and he pulled your hair and sucked on your throat hard enough to mark.
When you kissed it was hungry and passionate. Your tongues swirling together as you nipped at each other’s lips. Your whole body buzzed like an electric current was running through it. When Steve’s fingers came to your clit, that was it. You lost all control and came hard, crying out and bucking up under him.
He kept moving and all you could do was hold on. His fingers worked your clit in a series of random patterns, both small and large and impossible to predict, as his thick cock penetrated and stretched you. Your first orgasm passed making way for the second and then the third. When the fourth hit, it dragged him over too and his hips snapped forward as he emptied deep inside your pussy.
He rolled off you and pulled you into his arms. “The bed won. I knew it would. They always do.”
“You are so weird, you know that?” Steve said with a laugh.
“Mmm… I know.”
“Okay, weirdo,” He teased and kissed your cheek. “Clean up and room service?”
“Sounds perfect.” You hummed and stretched out in the bed. The tropes had won in the end and you weren’t in the least bit upset about it.