Simon is lying on the bed, on his stomach. His head was resting on his crossed hands, hugging a pillow. The reader is sitting right next to him, on the bed, upset because of the wounds on his back. She had the first-aid kit and a washcloth prepared. With tears in her eyes, she gently pressed the washcloth to his wounds. Simon flinched slightly at the presence of a touch, but he settled back down.
She mumbled a sorry softly, and with a whisper. Simon hummed back a response, his body relaxed under her care. He may have been at ease, but the reader was not. She was not happy with what had occurred to Simon. A punishment that he did not deserve, yet he took it without any hesitation. A conviction to show off one’s power. A type of abuse that Simon took with a smirk.
It was quiet in the room. An ambience that neither of them disliked. The reader gently washed Simon’s back with a little bit of soap and water. She attempted to clean the blood.
“You’re giving me the silent treatment, or something?’
She was surprised to hear from him. “What?”
“I don’t think I have ever seen you be this quiet.”
She couldn’t say anything back. Staring at the red, angry lashes on his back, she couldn’t look away. She gently ran her fingers across his back, caressing him. This was her attempt to soothe his pain. She bent down to the level of his back and pressed her lips against his skin.
Simon tensed a bit, not expecting that contact. She started kissing different areas of his back, expressing her sorrow, her grief, and her love with the touch of her lips.
Simon turns his head to face her, “What are you doing?’
She looks into his eyes, “Giving you my love.”
She pushes him to show his back to her again and grabs the ointment. Pressing out the ointment onto the tip of her finger, she rubs it around his lesions. Simon can’t help it, but takes a deep breath, easing more and more into her touch. For him, receiving those lashes was nothing if he got to experience this kind of affection from her.
There are two fics that I have been desperately looking for. If anyone could please help me with them, I would appreciate it.
One is a Steve Rogers fic. It’s sort of a soft dark story. Where Steve, is a biker, keeps reader at his house since she saw Peter do something illegal. So she is hostage at his house till the case is over. And slowly they fall in love with each other.
The other fic is past! biker! Andy Barber and current! Ari. Where reader was with Andy. But he announces that he is having a baby with Laurie. And heartbroken Reader falls in love with Biker!Ari
"Everything is clear in my area. Cherish, Bullseye and Eagle-doe are currently monitoring the west wing."
"Roger that. How about you, Starfire?"
"All good here, Man of Steel." She rather responds with a cheerful tone.
Steve releases a sigh, not in favor of the codenames assigned to them. "Next time, I will come up with the names."
"Whatever you say, Man of Steel." Tony being the only one to respond to him.
Steve, Natasha, Clint, Sam and [Y/N] were sent on a mission to check out a possible secret Hydra location that may be partaking in illegal activities. They were informed that Hydra possibly might be conducting experiments. The group was assigned to look for any sign of danger and put a stop to it. They had split up in order to search the entire building in due time.
Steve places himself against the wall and looks out to see if anyone is lurking in the hallways. He sees two people in the shadow moving and disappearing through another door. Steve looks around one more time to see if the coast is clear. He starts to follow along the path that the two people went by and looks around for anything suspicious.
Steve presses on his earpiece, "So far, there is yet to find anything that can tell us what Hydra is planning. Anything new from your side?"
"Same result here as well." Natasha replied back.
"Maybe we got it wrong." Clint suggests.
Steve ventures on further down, but stops when he hears some movement from behind him. He quickly turns around, prepared to attack. From the shadows, [Y/N] appears in front of Steve. Steve eases back, glad to see her by his side.
"This could also be a trap, Steve. Something does not feel right. I have not even seen any Hydra men." [Y/N] tells him.
"I saw two people going this way, however I lost them. Let's see if we can find them. If not, then we will call it quits to go home."
A hesitant [Y/N] moves along with Steve as they search each area. The further they move, the creepier and darker the place gets. Still with their senses high on alert, they steadily move forward.
A voice interjects through their earpieces, "Starfire, Man of Steel, we have searched our side of the building and there is nothing to find. We are heading back to the Quinjet."
Steve responds back, “Alright. Starfire and I have one more area to look at. If we don’t find anything there, we will be joining you. Man of Steel out.” [Y/N] couldn’t help but release a snicker at him. Steve turns and gives her a fake glare.
“Copy that. Suitman over and out.”
Steve and [Y/N] venture off to the farthest wing of the building. Steve looks around, attempting to locate the two men he had seen previously. [Y/N] spots a door and motions Steve to be prepared. She and Steve lay their backs to the wall, both on either side of the door. [Y/N] has her weapon ready as Steve tightens his hand on his shield. As soon as Steve kicks open the door, [Y/N] checks the parameter of the room. It’s dark, however she is able to sense that no one is in the room. The two move further on in the room. She attempts to look for a light switch or something that can brighten the room up and give the two some sort of visibility. It appears that they enter another threshold, yet the couple do not have a single clue where they are heading.
Suddenly, they hear a hiss and turn around to see the door close up. Steve attempts to open the door, however it’s locked. He bangs against the door when the lights turn on. [Y/N] gasps to see they are locked in a clear glass room.
From above, a voice speaks up, “It is indeed a pleasure to meet Captain America and the lethal [Y/N]. I’m sorry that we couldn’t meet face to face. It is rather a shame.”
“Then why don’t you come here? Coward!” [Y/N] couldn’t help but speak out.
The man releases a sinister chuckle. “I do apologize, but I do have other things to tend to. However, don’t worry. Everything is going as planned.
“What plan?” Steve’s voice booms through the small room, quite irritated with the man.
“You see, this was only a trap, a ploy to get the Avengers to come here, so we can put an end to their names. Well if not everyone, then at least the super soldier. It is rather marvelous to have the lovely [Y/N] here as well.”
Out of nowhere, fog begins to infiltrate the room they are in from the four corners. Steve does not know the meaning of the fog and continues to break open the door. However [Y/N] is getting affected because she begins to cough, having difficulty in breathing.
"Well, that's quite interesting. It seems our Captain is unaffected, yet Ms. [Y/N], here, is having trouble. Well, looks like our plan will quite work."
"You, bastard, open this door now!" Steve yells angrily.
The man releases another chuckle, "Oh, Captain! It's too late now. By the time anyone can come to rescue you, we will be gone and your pretty [Y/N] might be breathing her last. Goodbye, now."
[Y/N] continues to cough, grasping her throat and trying not to breathe in the fume even more. Steve, giving up on his attempt of breaking out of there, moves closer to [Y/N]. He grasps her waist, helpless and not knowing what to do.
Steve remembers his earpiece and presses on it, "Tony! Tony! Are you there?!"
"Cap? Where are you guys?"
"Tony! [Y/N] and I are locked here in a room, in the west wing. There is some sort of gas- fog- I don’t know what it is. But it’s affecting [Y/N]. You need to come here, right now!"
"Steve, we are on the way. Hold on!"
[Y/N] is not sure how long she will be standing here. She slowly feels her lungs collapsing. A helpless Steve looks around at the fog still spreading. He throws his shield and breaks all four of the gaps that had the fog coming from. The entire room is misted with the fog and nothing can be seen even outside of the glassed room. Steve curses his super soldier serum, wishing he could do something.
[Y/N] continues coughing, sensing that her time is coming. She is trying her full best not to inhale anymore than she has, but it is too late. She moves backwards, trying to find a solid wall to lean on since she no longer has the energy to be standing on her two legs.
Steve contemplates for a few seconds, before moving towards [Y/N] and pulling her closer to him. He grasps her chin with his fingers and places his lips over hers. They’re not kissing, however, neither are they consuming the gas. [Y/N] has her eyes closed, however, her breathing eases a bit. When she opens her eyes, she sees Steve has his shutters closed. They stay there for a while. Feeling in the presence of the other. Steve pulls [Y/N] closer to him with his hand that was placed on her chin, having her against his chest. [Y/N] places her hands on both of his shoulders, leaning in towards Steve to the point where he has her engulfed in his arms.
A blast from the entrance door catches their attention, causing Steve to cover [Y/N] from any debris. They turn and see Tony, Natasha, Clint and Sam standing there, with their faces covered. Steve picks [Y/N] in his arms and walks her outside. A weak [Y/N] complies and has Steve take her away from the room, with the fear that she might fall at any point.
Once they exit the room, Natasha speaks up, "Are you two okay?"
"We need to leave and take [Y/N] to a doctor as soon as possible. I don't know what kind of gas that was and I do not know its side effects either. The longer [Y/N] is here, the more harm we could be doing to her." Steve explains with a stern, yet concerned tone.
Clint and Natasha move towards the front of the Quinjet, ready to leave for the Towers. Steve is still holding [Y/N], who has lost consciousness. This makes Steve and the rest of the team even more nervous. From the corner of his eye, Steve notices two bodies slumped on the floor with their hands and legs tied.
"We caught them escaping, so we gave a bash to their heads." Sam explains, rather with a smug in his tone.
Currently, that is not Steve's concern. His attention is more towards the woman in his arms. Steve just counts the seconds till they reach the Towers, praying that they are able to make it on time and be able to save [Y/N].
[Y/N] slowly gains her consciousness, attempting to feel her surroundings. She slowly makes the realization that she is in a hospital bed in the Towers, since she can identify the awful paint Tony picked for the walls. The beeping is not helping much towards the headache, but she tries to ignore the annoying noise. [Y/N] also realizes there is a sleepy Steve laying on her left side, head laid on his folded hands. She raises her hand and gently caresses Steve's hair.
Sensing someone caressing him, Steve wakes up, glad to see [Y/N] has opened her beautiful eyes. Steve inches closer to her and places his hand on her cheek. [Y/N] snuggles in towards his hand.
"How are you feeling?" Steve asks.
"My throat feels a little dry and I am slightly sluggish."
Hearing this, Steve gets a glass of water and slowly eases it for [Y/N] to drink from. He then starts to explain, "That gas was meant for me. Hydra wanted to kill me with it. However, they don’t know how strong and powerful my serum is, which is why it didn't affect me."
[Y/N] listens to him, not saying anything. Steve strokes her head, "Unfortunately, you inhaled the gas and your system was not able to bear the chemicals. Your respiratory system has started to fail. It was scary for a while until we reached the Towers and we were able to get some help for you."
"I am assuming I am on bed rest for a while." [Y/N] has a frown on her face.
Steve, with a small smile, replies, "Two weeks."
She opens her mouth to argue, but Steve places his finger on her lips. "You don't know how scared I was with you in my arms in that condition. You had me worried and I didn't know what to do. I felt so helpless, not capable of easing your pain.
[Y/N] captures his hand and places it against her cheek. "Yet, you saved me. I am still here because of you. Please don't think too hard about this nor feel guilty. I am grateful for that. Besides, I felt like a true princess when you kissed me." [Y/N] has a teasing smile on her face.
Steve, with a playful grin, "I would hardly call that a kiss."
"Oh, really? Then what is a kiss in your definition?"
Steve doesn't say anything, instead he shifts his face closer to [Y/N]. He places his lips against hers, making [Y/N] close her eyes, falling into the sensation. Steve has his hands holding her cheeks and she pushes further in order to deepen the kiss. [Y/N] couldn't help herself but release a moan, Steve exclaiming his feelings in that one kiss.
They pull apart and a breathless [Y/N] can't help herself but say, "Damn! Now that’s a kiss."
[Y/N] looked up from the book she was reading. “A what?”
Theo presented his hand out and on the palm of his hand there was a silver Hershey's KISS chocolate. Theo had a smirk on his face, knowing what she was thinking of.
"Do you want a Hershey's KISS?" Theo asked again, making it clear what he was talking about.
[Y/N] narrowed her eyes at him, suspicious of what he had in mind. She eyed at the candy that was resting on the palm of his hand, unable to decide if she wanted the candy from Theo or not.
At last, [Y/N] replied with hesitance in her voice, "Sure."
She stretched her hand out to take the chocolate. Once her hand was in Theo's grasp, he pulled her against his chest. [Y/N] gasped at his action. She looked up into his dark eyes that showed passion, love and desire. Her heart started to beat rapidly and Theo was able to hear that.
Theo placed his finger under her chin and brought [Y/N] closer. "Do you want a kiss?" Theo asked again.
This time, she realized what he was asking from her. She leaned in closer and whispered, "Yes."
Theo placed his hand around her waist and placed his lips against hers. [Y/N] closed her eyes and melted into the kiss. Her knees weakened as she felt Theo's soft lips. She couldn't help but moan at the sensation, desiring more of his kisses.
After a few moments, they pulled apart and placed their foreheads against each other. As Theo tried to catch his breath, he asked her, "Do you want a kiss?"
[Y/N] stirred around in bed, however, did not open her eyes. It was too cold and she just wanted to snuggle into bed, next to Clark. She had her back to Clark and held onto his arm that was wrapped around her stomach.
[Y/N] was actually surprised that Clark was still in bed. Usually, he would wake up early for his daily workout. However, since it was Christmas Day, she thought he may have decided to skip for today. She felt Clark move around behind her, but other than that, it was a quiet morning.
[Y/N] again felt Clark move, but he still laid in bed. Then, [Y/N] felt something cold around her neck. She gasped at the feeling and touched whatever was around her neck. She realized it was in the shape of a heart and [Y/N] opened her eyes to see a gold heart necklace. [Y/N] twisted her head to see Clark watching her with a smile on his lips and had his head leaned on his hand.
"Merry Christmas," Clark wished her in his deep morning voice.
[Y/N] still couldn’t believe that Clark had gifted her a beautiful necklace. "Clark, this is beautiful. But you shouldn't have."
Clark leans down to give [Y/N] a sensual kiss. His hand went to caress her hair. She leaned into the kiss and closed her eyes.
When he pulled away, Clark replied, "You deserve it. I wanted to give you something memorable."
She looked back at the necklace and realized that it had a clasp where it can be opened. Inside there was a small picture of them hugging each other.
"How did you get the right size?" A curious [Y/N] asked.
"I'm a journalist. I have my ways." [Y/N] was still mesmerized by the gift. "Want me to put it on you?" Clark asked.
She nodded and he took the necklace from her. [Y/N] sat up in bed and twisted her body, facing away from Clark. She captured all her hair and brought it to the side. Clark put the necklace around her neck and tightened the clasp. [Y/N] held the heart in her fingers. Clark started to place kisses around her neck, giving her the shivers. She leaned back towards Clark as he continued to shower her with kisses.
[Y/N] tilted her head to one side as Clark tucked his head against her shoulder. His arms came to wrap around her and she welcomed them. She stayed there in between his arms, enjoying his warmth.
"You like it?" Clark asked about her gift.
[Y/N] twisted her head to look at him, "I love it," she gave him a peck.
"And where is my gift?" Clark jokingly asked.
She turned around so she was straddling her waist, "It is kind of early, but give me five minutes and I will show you." She whispered seductively in his ear.
Clark slightly shivered at her words and urged her to hurry up with his gift. That Christmas morning, Clark absolutely loved his gift from her and he proved it multiple times.
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Thank you to each and everyone one of you for your love, support and encouragement. I had fun writing the 25 days of Christmas. I have recently started to write and all of your support has helped in increasing my confidence in my writing. I will be writing for fanction and I hope you all enjoy. Thank you!
[Y/N] stirred around in the bed, slowly waking up and started to be conscious of her surroundings. She blinked a couple of times, adjusted her eyes to the sunlight in the room. [Y/N] felt an arm tightened around her stomach and she twisted her head to see a shirtless Joey still sleeping. She twisted her body around so she was facing him.
[Y/N] stared at his features: his long eyelashes, his hair falling on his face, his plump lips and relaxed face. She pushed his hair back so it was not bothering him. Joey stirred a bit, however did not wake up. [Y/N] grazed her thumb to soothe his eyelids. Gradually, her fingers slide to run over his entire face. When her fingertip laid on his lips, Joey took her finger in his mouth and lightly bit it. [Y/N] gasped, not realizing that he was awake all this time.
"You are one sneaky person, Mr.Tribbiani." She playfully remarked at him.
Joey did not say anything, except pulled her close so she was almost laying on top of him. She squealed at his action and rested her arms on his chest to not lose her balance. Joey pulled her towards his face and gave her a kiss. She closed her eyes and moaned into the kiss. Joey's fingers ran through her hair.
When he pulled away, he caressed and grazed her cheek with his thumb. "Merry Christmas," Joey wished her in his morning husky voice.
"Merry Christmas," [Y/N] replied back, breathless from the kiss. She laid basically on top of Joey, her head rested on top of his chest. Joey's arms to wrap around her body and share his warmth with her.
"We should be getting up. We have to be at Monica's for dinner and we promised to help her." Joey said.
[Y/N] let out a whine and snuggled into Joey's chest. "But I want to stay right here and not move. Besides all the help you will be doing is by eating."
Joey chuckled at her words. They both laid in bed, not actually sleeping, but enjoying their Christmas morning. That is until they heard a loud knock on their door.
"Come on. Wake up!" they heard Monica yell from outside their apartment. "It's Christmas and we gotta prepare our Christmas dinner!" The couple groaned, but did not move.
"We have to get up,'' Joey declared.
"Okay." [Y/N] raised her head and looked at Joey. She was about to lean down and give him another kiss, however, another round of knocks interrupted her.
[Y/N] plopped down on the couch next to Damon who was watching T.V. They had just come from Caroline's house for a Christmas dinner. She was absolutely stuffed and felt like she couldn’t lift a leg. She leaned to the side so her head was resting on Damon's shoulder. Damon brings arm to pull [Y/N] closer to his side.
"I don't think I will be able to eat for another month now." [Y/N] whined. Damon chuckled at her words.
"I think that is an exaggeration." Damon stated.
"My stomach can blow up anytime." [Y/N] exaggerated even more.
Damon kissed the top of her forehead. They watched the T.V. for a while until [Y/N] heard some noise.
"Do you hear that?" She asked Damon. He shrugged his shoulder. [Y/N] thought she may have been imagining it and continued to watch the movie. However, she heard it again and there was some whining that she could hear.
She looked at Damon to see if he had also heard it, however, he was still focused on the movie. [Y/N] decided to enquire about it and went towards the noise. It was coming from the Christmas tree. She bent down and started to search for the noise.
[Y/N] let out a gasp when she discovered what it was. Under the tree and surrounded by blankets was an adorable golden retriever puppy. He was absolutely adorable and [Y/N] was stunned to see him. She snapped out of her daze and held the puppy in her hands. The puppy started to lick [Y/N]'s face and she giggled at his antics.
"Merry Christmas." [Y/N] heard Damon from behind her. He was watching her with a smirk on his lips.
"You got me a puppy?!" She asked.
"You have been wanting one for a while and I thought why not get you one for Christmas."
"Thank you." She gave a kiss to Damon, the puppy still in her hands, "He is perfect." The puppy snuggled into [Y/N]'s arms.
"What are you going to name him?" Damon asked her, as he pet the puppy's head.
She did not say anything for a while, thinking about a name. At last, she said, "Snowballs."
It has been two weeks and there has been no news nor any calls from Steve. He had left for a mission and had promised [Y/N] that he would be back before Christmas. However, it was Christmas Eve and [Y/N] had no clue about Steve. She did not want to call Natasha or Tony again and bother them. [Y/N] had constantly called the two about any updates on Steve, but every single time, her hopes would diminish when Natasha would reply with an agonizing 'no.' [Y/N] remembers the last time she was with Steve.
He was packing his bag for the mission while [Y/N] was standing against the doorway. She was attempting to hold back her tears, not wanting to show Steve her weakness. She wanted to be strong for him and if he saw her crying, Steve would not be able to bear it.
Steve once told [Y/N] that she is his pillar. She is what makes him strong and keeps him moving forward. However, if she broke down, then so would he. He would not be able to bear her pain and he would be crushed to see her in that state.
Which is why, [Y/N] was trying not to let any tear slide down her cheek. However, the despair and agony of Steve leaving was becoming too much for her.
"How long will you be gone?" She had asked him, her voice slightly crying. She did not want to get close to Steve, otherwise, she would just end up sobbing.
"Just one week and then I will be home." Steve was folding his clothes, neatly, just like how [Y/N] had shown her. His bag was sitting on their bed and he kept on going back and forth from the closet to the bed as he was packing his clothes. He did not want to meet her eyes. He knew that once he looked at her direction, he would break down and it would be difficult to leave her for the mission.
"Can’t you just skip this one?" [Y/N] had spoken in a soft tone. She knew the answer, yet, there was a slight hope that Steve would just stay home with her and give a pass on the mission. But that was not possible.
Steve released a long sigh and had stopped what he was doing. At last, Steve turned to look at her. Just seeing her by the doorway, distanced from him gave Steve a heartache. He couldn't imagine how he was going to be able to survive one week away from her.
"I'm sorry, baby girl. I can't skip this one." Steve had tried his best to not go on this mission. He had long conversations with Nick Fury and tried his fully best to explain and persuade him. However, Steve was not successful. Fury had demanded that Steve be on this mission and that was his final verdict.
[Y/N] had nothing else to say and stood in her spot. Not being able to bear the sight in front of her, she looked away and the tears started to slide down her cheeks. Steve walked towards her and cupped her face. Her eyes were not meeting Steve's eyes. Steve placed a kiss on top of her forehead and [Y/N] automatically closed her eyes. Steve didn't stop there, instead, he kissed both her cheeks, nose and on her lips.
When he pulled apart, he looked straight into her eyes and spoke, "I promise you that I will be home for Christmas. I will come home to you. Okay?"
[Y/N] did not say anything, except nod her head. Steve gave her one last hard kiss, making her stumble a little and hit the back wall. The aggression, passion and love all hit her at once with the kiss. Steve held her tightly in his arms, wanting to feel her in his embrace one last time. At last, Steve pulled away, both breathing heavily, and Steve took his bag and left.
It has been two weeks now and [Y/N] was dejected that Steve may have to break his promise. However, the one thing that was bothering her was that there was no word from Steve's side. She has not received a call from him nor message about updates. The silence was killing her and she couldn’t take it anymore.
She was in the kitchen, washing the dishes. Her mind was stuck on Steve and on his well being. She had a distant look as she was cleaning the plates. Then, she heard a click from the front door and that made [Y/N] freeze what she was doing. She waited, trying to hear any noise that may come from the living room. The door opened and footsteps could be heard as someone entered the home.
What made [Y/N] make a run for the living room was when the person released a long, tiring sigh. A sigh that knew only one man made. Steve. When she reached the living room, she saw Steve and hugged him. Steve was not expecting that, however, he accepted it. His arms had gone to wrap around her so that they wouldn't stumble down. Steve tightened his arms around her, happy to be home at last. He thought he wouldn’t make it and might have to break his promise. However, his determination and love for her had him fulfilling his promise. [Y/N] was sobbing, still couldn't believe that Steve was home. She kept on squeezing Steve's shoulders just to make sure that he was real and he was home. [Y/N] started to place kisses around Steve 's face, showing him love.
"What happened? Why weren't we able to contact you?" [Y/N] asked him.
"I got compromised and I needed to be quick on the mission. Otherwise, they would have caught me and be a big threat to the city. I'm sorry that I am late. I am so sorry."
"You don't have to apologize. You are here. That is all I wanted." [Y/N] looked at him and chuckled at his face covered with dirt and soot. She moved her gaze over his body to see if Steve had sustained any injuries. "Let's get you washed up and let me warm up some leftovers that I have."
"Hold on. Let me just hold you in my arms." Steve kept his arms at her waist, "Give me the opportunity to kiss you. To savor you. I missed you, baby girl." Steve slowly brushed his lips against hers, before kissing her firmly. Her heart rate spiked up the moment their lips met. After such a long time, she finally got to feel him and kiss him. The sensual kiss made her moan. Being this close to Steve, [Y/N] inhaled his scent. She cupped his cheek and deepened the kiss.
When Steve pulled away, he placed his forehead against hers and whispered softly," Merry Christmas, baby girl."
"I give up! I can't do this. This is impossible." Mark exclaimed.
[Y/N] rolled her eyes. "Really? It can’t be that hard."
Mark gave her a look, "I'm a doctor, not a gift wrapping expert. I don’t even know why I am doing this."
"You are doing this because I told you to. Now hand me that green bow and wrap this one up for me."
[Y/N] and Mark were gift wrapping Christmas presents. Everyone was planning to celebrate Christmas at Meredith and Derek's place. Everyone was told to bring their presents at the couple's house and together they would all open the presents there. [Y/N] and Mark had done their Christmas shopping a week ago, however, kept on procrastinating on wrapping the gifts. Therefore, she assigned Mark to do the wrapping and [Y/N] would put the sticker and bow on top of the gifts. They have been doing this for more than an hour; perks of having a lot of friends.
"If you think about it, wrapping presents is like performing a surgery." Mark stated out.
[Y/N] furrowed her eyebrows, "How so?"
"Well, just like a surgery, this requires time and precision."
She rolled her eyes at his comment and went back to work. Mark was slowly becoming a pro at the gift wrapping. Her gaze shifted towards Mark. He was looking absolutely adorable, focused on his job and taking his time to make the wrapping look neat and proper. She quietly picked a bow and walked towards Mark. Without him realizing, she placed the bow on top of his head. When he realized what she did, he looked up at her and saw she was trying not to laugh.
He quickly grabbed her and sat her down in his lap and her arms went to wrap around his neck. Mark snatched the bow that was on top of his head and placed it on top of her nose.
"I have to say, you are a cute looking present that I would not mind unwrapping." Mark tucked a couple of her hair strands behind her ear. [Y/N] looked away and this gave Mark the opportunity to kiss behind her ear. [Y/N] closed her eyes and slightly moaned when Mark started to pepper her neck and ear with kisses.
"At this rate, we won't be able to finish wrapping the presents,"[Y/N] mumbled.
"That's fine by me." Mark laid her down on the couch and let's just say, the couple did not finish wrapping presents that day.
"Oh man, I am so tired." Alex said as they entered their apartment.
"Maybe going to a Christmas party after a 30 hour shift was a bad idea." [Y/N] replied with humor in her tone. She placed her jacket on the coat rack and walked toward the living room.
[Y/N] and Alex had just come home from Meredith and Derek's Christmas party. They had a great time catching up with friends and relaxing after weeks of working long hours at the hospital.
"I could just sleep for days." Alex plopped himself on the couch, getting comfortable. He had one arm resting on the armrest and the other was hanging at the backside of the couch. [Y/N] sat herself next to Alex, snuggling into his side. Instinctively, Alex's arm goes to wrap around her shoulder and tucked her head beneath his chin.
[Y/N] released a soft yawn and Alex asked, 'You tired?"
"It's been a long week." She placed a kiss on his scruffy jaw. They sat there in comfortable silence. [Y/N] had her eyes closed and was listening to Alex's heartbeat. It was serene as his chest rose up and down after every breath.
"Oh!" [Y/N] sat up straight, "I still have your git to give you." She stood up and went to their room.
"I thought we already gave each other our gifts this morning?" A confused Alex exclaimed for her to hear.
"I have one more for you." She came back to the couch and presented Alex his last gift. It was a rectangular box with a bow on top. Alex shook the box near his ear, making her giggle.
"What is it?"
"Why don't you open and then you will know.'
Alex took his time unwrapping the wrapping paper and saw that it's a box. Suspiciously, Alex opened the box and set aside the tissue paper to reveal a white onesie that read 'Santa Baby.' He looked at [Y/N] with wide eyes and a shocked face.
"Surprise." She spoke softly with a big grin.
Alex cupped her cheek and gave her a hard kiss. She laughed within the kiss at his reaction. He pulled apart to ask if she is serious and she replied with a yes. Alex gave her another kiss before giving her a bear hug.
"How long?"
"Seven weeks."
"That would explain the exhaustion, the morning sickness and tiredness."
"I found out last week and wanted to give you the good news as a surprise during Christmas."
"This is the best gift you can ever give me. A child. Our child. A little Alex or little [Y/N]." Alex kissed her forehead.
Alex stood up and pulled her up to. Confused, [Y/N] watched Alex kneel down to the ground and placed his hands around her stomach. He placed his lips on her stomach and stayed there. She combed her fingers through his hair. When he stood up, Alex put his forehead against hers.
"Thank you for this beautiful gift."
"Wasn't possible without you." She teased him. Alex laughed at her words and kept her in his arms tightly.
"Attention employees of Dunder Mifflin! Make sure you have your presents under the Christmas tree in order to start the Secret Santa gift exchange." Dwight notified everyone.
It was Dunder Mifflin's Christmas party and everyone was having a great time. The Party Planning Committee had decided to have a regular, traditional Christmas theme party with a potluck, alcohol and eggnog. Michael had already decided that he will be Santa Clause, even though Andy had begged Michael to be given a chance to be Santa Clause.
"So who is your Secret Santa?" Jim asked [Y/N].
"I am not telling you. It would ruin the whole point of the game."
"Aww, come on, you could at least give me a hint."
"Absolutely not!" Dwight's booming voice startled them. "You are to tell others who you're Secret Santa is. That will be unveiled when the presents are opened."
"Dwight, aren't you curious about who you're Secret Santa might be?" Jim asked him.
"No, I believe I will know when I open the gift. Curiosity will never get to me."
"Really? Cause I am your Secret Santa."
[Y/N] smiled since she knew that Jim did not have Dwight for Secret Santa. It was actually Kevin who had Dwight. Dwight looks at Jim, believing his words.
"Really? You're not lying, are you?" Dwight was contemplating if Jim could possibly be telling the truth.
"Yeah, I have your gift."
What is it?" Dwight inquired, eager to know.
"Dwight, I can't tell you. It will spoil the fun and you won't be as excited when you open the gift."
[Y/N] started to giggle at Jim's prank and Dwight to check out the presents under the tree.
"Okay, everyone!" Michael yelled, "Let the gift opening begin!"
It was rather an interesting session. Dwight realized that Jim was lying to him and that Kevin had got him a bobblehead version of Zoran Primorac. Everyone got something and they were all happy with their gifts.
Jim took [Y/N] to the break room, in order to show his gift. They sat down and Jim presented his gift to her. It was a jewelry box.
"Jim, I thought we agreed to nothing too expensive."
"Well, there can't be any restrictions when it comes to giving you gifts. Open it."
[Y/N] opened the box to see a beautiful diamond ring. She lets out a gasp, mesmerized at the beauty. She had no absolutely no words for it.
"Jim…" She doesn’t know what to say. "This is gorgeous." Jim took the ring out of the box and placed it on her finger.
"I believe you deserve it. When I saw the ring on display, I had to buy it. I hope you like it."
"Like?" [Y/N] asked, "I love it." She cupped his cheek and gave him a kiss. Jim cupped the back of her neck, showing his love to her. They pulled away when they heard footsteps.
"There you two are!" Dwight exclaimed. "Michael is calling for everyone. Come on!"
"Shall we?" Jim asked her.
She smiles , "We shall."
The couple headed for the conference room where rows of food were placed on the table. Phyllis was serving everyone eggnog and Jim got two for [Y/N] and himself. Kevin was over at the karaoke machine, entertaining everyone.
Jim had an arm around [Y/N] and the two were talking to Oscar and Toby, when Michael got their attention.
"[Y/N]!" She turned to see Michael pointing at a mistletoe hanging on the doorway of the conference room. "You know you want to."
"No, thank you, Michael." She shook her head. Michael then tried to get Pam under the mistletoe, however, she walked away. When Meredith started to walk towards Michael, he just ignored her. Everyone was having a blast and she was delighted to see that there was no problem or drama this time.
"What are you smiling about?" [Y/N] looked up at Jim.
"Nothing. I love you."
Jim bent down to place a kiss on her forehead. I love you, too."
"How do I look?" [Y/N] turned to see Thor in a full Santa Clause costume. He had the fake belly and fake beard to make his appearance realistic.
"I have to admit, you make a good Santa Clause."
She and Thor were getting into their costumes, Mr. and Mrs. Clause, to go visit the orphanage today. Tony has always donated money, supplies, clothes and toys for the local orphanage, and this year, he wanted to do something special for them. So he had asked, more like demanded, if Thor and she could go as Mr. and Mrs. Clause.
"I can't wait to see the children and their expressions. They will be excited to see us." Thor was more excited to visit the orphanage and see smiles upon their faces.
"They will love you as Santa Clause." [Y/N] was fixing her wig so no strands of her natural hair were showing.
"And I love you, Mrs. Clause." [Y/N] turned to Thor giving her a loving look.
"Well, Mr. Clause, I love you, too. However, the children might be waiting for us. We should get going."
"Of course, but, one kiss."
Thor walked up to [Y/N] and leaned down to give her a kiss. However, she started to laugh since his 'big belly' was in the way. She was highly amused on how Thor was getting frustrated on not being able to kiss her. She maneuvered herself so that she is able to give him a soft kiss on the lips.
At the orphanage, the kids were waiting eagerly. As soon as they heard Thor yelled 'Ho Ho Ho!' the kids all ran towards him. The kids all started to gather around the couple, wanting their attention. Thor quieted them down and told them to form a line so that they could all have a chance with Santa and Mrs. Clause. Each child got the opportunity to sit with Thor and tell him their wishes. It was absolutely adorable to see how Thor gave his full attention to each child and listened to them carefully.
The children also talked to [Y/N]. She had baked chocolate chip cookies for the children and they loved it. Everyone had seconds and were still craving for more. Many kids got comfortable with [Y/N] and shared their stories with her. Almost the entire day was spent at the orphanage.
A small, shy girl had approached [Y/N] and pulled on her skirt to get her attention. [Y/N] bent down to see what the little girl wanted. "What's the matter?"
"Are you and Santa Clause married?"
[Y/N] was surprised at her question and didn't instantly answer her. Thor came at that moment, happening to hear the girl's question.
"We are married. She is my lovely wife." Thor replied, whole heartedly.
"Do you love Mrs. Clause, Santa?" The shy girl, Ellie, asked.
"I love her very, very much." [Y/N] stood up and stared into Thor's eyes. She could see the love he had for.
"And what about you, Mrs. Clause?"
[Y/N] did not look away from Thor's glaze. Her focus was only on her. They were lost into each other's gazes that they had forgotten about where they were and that they had an audience watching them. "I love him as well. Very much." [Y/N] stood on her tiptoes and gave him a kiss on the lips.
Instantly, the children started to say 'Ew!' She laughed at their antics and Thor turned to them and began to chase the children around.
Butterflies were fluttering around her stomach and nervousness was just about eating her up. She has never been this nervous ever in her life. However, it is a big day, so it is justified.
Today is [Y/N] and Jim's wedding and she has been looking forward to this day. She can't believe that after all the wedding planning and stressing over it, the day is finally here.
When Jim had proposed a Christmas wedding, she knew it was going to be perfect. But they still had their ups and downs.
"So, I was thinking, why not invite the office to our wedding?" Jim asked her as they were lying in bed.
She raises her head from his chest and gives him a look, "We are not inviting anyone from the office. Do you have any idea how stressful our wedding will be if the office came? It's best to not invite them."
Oh, come one, they can't be that bad." Jim starts to brush his hand against her hair, giving her a soothing massage.
She closes her eyes, "Our wedding is meant to be our day. You know how chaotic it will be if any of the office people came." She looks him in the eye, "Do you want to invite them?"
Jim kisses her soft lips, tangling his fingers in her hair, "No. It is not necessary to invite them. Besides, Michael might just hog the microphone and eat the majority of our wedding cake before we even have a chance to cut it."
She chuckles at his words, "Mean, but true."
[Y/N] and Jim had tried to be quiet about their wedding planning from the office. They did not want anyone to know about nor ask about it. But, sooner or later, the topic had to be raised.
At last, Michael knew about the wedding date and was not pleased to hear that he was not invited. In fact, the entire week, he had a sad face and barely talked to the couple. Therefore, Jim and [Y/N] gave an invitation card to Michael. And since Michael can't keep anything a secret, the entire office got the news about the wedding date and by the end of the week, everyone had made a reservation for the wedding.
A knock on the door grabs her attention. She turns and sees Michael entering her room.
"Michael, what are you doing here? You should be at the venue."
"I know, I know, I just wanted to be the first one to have a look at the bride."
"It doesn't work like that." She mumbles.
"Wow, you look gorgeous." Michael is amazed at how her face is glowing and she is absolutely beautiful.
[Y/N] smiles at the compliment, "Thank you, Michael."
"Are you nervous?"
"A little. But it's a good nervous feeling."
"Well, Jim is a lucky guy." Michael then turns for the door, "Okay, I will see you at the altar." He realizes what he just said and tries to clarify, "Not like you and I will get married, but I will see you there. As a guest, not the groom."
When [Y/N] enters the wedding venue, she is mesmerized by the gorgeous setting. It looked like a winter wonderland with white trees set beside each row of seats. Lights and candles lit around the scene. Guests were seated, however [Y/N]'s gaze was fixed on Jim. He had a bright smile on his face, eager to get married to the love of his life.
[Y/N] tucked her arm around her father's arm and began to walk the aisle. Everyone was smiling and watching the bride walk past them, but she was not looking at anyone. Her only focus was on Jim. When she reached the altar, her father kissed her cheek and gave her hand to Jim.
Jim whispered in her ear, "You look gorgeous."
The couple stood, facing each other and the wedding officiant started the wedding.
When it came to the vows, Jim spoke first, "You have no idea how much you mean to me. When I first met you, I wanted to get to know you even more. We sat nearby each other and always spent our time together. With pranking Dwight, to having lunch together or going for a sales meeting. Every minute spent with you are my favorite moments that I will never forget. Now, I am just waiting to call you my wife and spend the rest of my life with you. I will always take care of you and I love you. So, so, so much."
[Y/N] was giving her a loving smile, trying not to tear up. She told her vows, "When I first started working at Dunder Mifflin, you gave me a warning that I will be in for a ride. And you were absolutely right, but I liked coming to work because of you. You always made my day and I will cherish those days and moments. However, I want to make more moments with you, as husband and wife. I am very much in love with you, Jim Halpert. And I can’t wait to be called Mrs. Halpert."
The officiant asked, "Do you, Jim Halpert, take [Y/N] [L/N] to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
"I do."
"And do you, [Y/N] [L/N], take Jim Halpert to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I do."
At last, the officiant said, "By the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."
Jim pulls her close and gives her a kiss. She wraps her arms around her and closes her eyes. Even to this day, she feels butterflies in her stomach as Jim kisses her. The audience starts to cheer and applause at the newlyweds, however the couple has shunned them out. Jim even takes her in his hands and dips her down. [Y/N] can't help but laugh within the kiss.
Steve comes up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. He places a sweet kiss on her neck, nuzzling into the spot.
"What are you making?" Steve asks her.
"Roasted chicken, steamed vegetables with mashed potato and gravy."
Steve rocks around with her in his arms. He gently growls in her ear, "Sounds absolutely delicious."
Currently, on the radio, Michael Bublé's All I Want for Christmas Is You was playing, wine glasses were on the kitchen counter and candles were lit. Steve had the day off, meaning no missions, and he decided to stay in with her. They had a pretty lazy day, watching movies, cuddling and being in each other's arms. However, they were getting hungry, so she decided to make dinner.
Steve continued to sway her side to side, humming the tunes in her ear. She was slightly leaning back, getting closer to Steve. It was soothing to rest on Steve's chest, just the two of them and no other disturbances. These were the moments that she cherished the most. Having Steve all to herself did make her a little selfish, however his presence was something she loved.
The radio changes the tune to John Legend's Bring Me Love This Christmas.
I don't need my stocking filled with toy
And I don't need no gifts to bring me joy
Baby, I-I haven't hung my mistletoe
'Cause without you, baby, I can't see no point
Steve turns her around and moves her away from the stove. His hands stayed on her waist, pulling her closer so she was held firmly against her chest. Her hands slid up to his shoulders and head tipped up to look at him.
Baby I hope Santa brings you to me
'Cause it's all I wished for this Christmas Eve
No, I don't want much, your love is all I need
Baby, I hope Santa brings you to me
Steve starts to sway around in the middle of the kitchen and she follows along to his steps. They don't say anything, the radio is the only noise that fills the air.
Hope he's bringing me love this Christmas (Love this Christmas)
'Cause I deserve you here (Deserve you here)
Bring me love this Christmas (Love this Christmas)
'Cause I've been good this year
Hope he's bringing me love this Christmas (Love this Christmas)
'Cause I deserve you here (Deserve you here)
Bring me love this Christmas (Love this Christmas)
'Cause I've been good this year
She lays her head against his chest. One hand moves to sit on his left pectoral and the other hand still stays on his shoulder. She closes her eyes, comfortable in the position she currently is in.
I don't wanna light this tree alone (No, no, I can't)
I can't sing Christmas songs if you're not home
No, I-I haven't hung my mistletoe
'Cause without you, baby, I can't see no point
Steve positions his head to lay on top of hers. His hold on her tightens, never wanting to let go. These were the moments he absolutely loved. Spending time with her was something that Steve would never get tired of.
Baby, I hope Santa brings you to me
'Cause it's all I wished for this Christmas Eve
No, I don't want much, your love is all I need
Baby, I hope Santa brings you to me
Hope he's bringing me love this Christmas (Love this Christmas)
'Cause I deserve you here (Deserve you here)
Bring me love this Christmas (Love this Christmas)
'Cause I've been good this year
Her vanilla scent filling his nose. Her soft, luscious hair poking his face. He can hear her heart beating against her chest, the sound soothing his mind.
It's been so cold since you've been gone (Been gone)
This winter seems so long (So long)
And I can't get in no spirit
It feels so wrong
Steve pulls away from him and gives her a couple of twirls. Afterwards, he positions his hand on her back and gives her a dip, before giving her a small peck. She giggles, feeling like a princess. When he brings her back to his embrace, she raises her hands to wrap them around his neck. Her face up close to his, and she stares into his blue eyes.
Bring me love this Christmas
'Cause I deserve you here
Bring me love this Christmas
'Cause I've been good this year
Hope he's bringing me love (Love this Christmas)
'Cause I deserve you here (Deserve you here)
Bring me love this Christmas (Love this Christmas)
'Cause I've been good this year
Hope he's bringing me love (Love this Christmas)
'Cause I deserve you here (Deserve you here)
Bring me love this Christmas (Love this Christmas)
'Cause I've been good this year
Hope he's bringing me love (Love this Christmas)
'Cause I deserve you here (Deserve you here)
Bring me love love this Christmas (Love this Christmas)
'Cause I've been good this year
Steve can see the love and warmth in her gaze. He still doesn't believe that he got lucky in having her as his girl. He still doesn't know how an angel like her can fall in love with him. However, she has always assured him that she loves Steve Rogers, not Captain America.
Hey (Love this Christmas)
Would you bring me love (Deserve you here)
(Love this Christmas) yeah, yeah
(Good this year)
(Love this Christmas) It's the only thing I need baby (Deserve you here)
(Love this Christmas) yeah
Ho, ho, ho, ah
Yeahhh
Steve bends his head to give her a sweet kiss. She smiles, within the kiss, and places her hands on the back of his neck to deepen the kiss. Steve pulls away and stares at her in an adoring way.
However, he makes a face and sniffs the air, "Is something burning?"
"I thought you might need a break, so why not take a stroll around the streets." She replies to him, not even looking at him to see his annoyed face.
"But why here?" Still not satisfied with her answer.
"What is so wrong with this place?"
"It's…bright."
She and Sherlock were taking a walk, as a break, and since it is Christmas, many stores and houses have done outdoor decorations. Almost every single block they have been to has been decorated with Christmas lights and outdoor decorations. She was feeling cooped up in 221B for so many hours that she considered it might be necessary to take a break. Especially, since Sherlock was getting frustrated by the minute due to being stuck with a case he has.
"Yes, Sherlock, it is bright because they are Christmas lights. They are supposed to be bright because they get rid of the darkness."
"I can hear it in your tone that you are mocking me." Sherlock grumbles.
"Oh will you just be quiet and enjoy the scenery? It is so beautiful out here." She gushes out to him.
Sherlock stares at her, but she is mesmerized with the holiday lights and festive air. Sherlock can see she is more relaxed and is rather in a good mood. He had realized that she was feeling confined in the apartment and needed some fresh air. However, he was so focused on the case that he had not been paying attention to her. However, seeing her here, loosen up and enjoying her time had Sherlock smiling, faintly.
When finally, she turns to look at Sherlock, he quickly looks away, not wanting to be caught. For some while, they walk around, quietly, and look at the streets and houses. Everywhere they went, they noticed different colors of lights, inflated objects and mechanical characters. Even Sherlock had to admit it was a delight to see the holiday outside of 221B.
They spent almost the entire evening outside until it started to get chilly. She shivers a bit, starting to feel the cold. A concerned Sherlock grabs her hand and holds them tightly, as he pulls her closer to share his warmth with her. He tucks her within his jacket causing her heart to quicken its beat at their proximity.
"What do you think about the lights now?" She asked him, snuggling in close to him.
"It's a sight that is mesmerizing," Sherlock replies, "However, there is nothing that is more beautiful than you." At hearing those words, she looks forward, not being able to look him in the eye after the compliment.
"Let's go home before we start to get frostbites. I would love to have your special hot chocolate." Sherlock tells her.
She glances back at him, "Sure. I would love that." Sherlock kisses the top of her nose and they both go back home, 221B Baker Street.
"Again, where are you taking me?" She asked Stefan a third time.
"You need to have patience." Is all he said to her.
She huffed, her curiosity increasing at every step. "Patience is something that I lack. You have to accept that about me."
Stefan chuckled, "It is an attribute I love about you."
Stefan had placed a blindfold and covered her eyes. He told her that he wanted to show her something and although she was skeptical, she went along with it. Stefan had driven them into the woods and had stopped at one point. They had gotten out of the car where Stefan placed the blindfold around her eyes and had them walking for a good ten minutes.
Throughout the journey, she kept on asking Stefan where they are going and why the blindfold. But, Stefan was not very responsive and just said it was a surprise. All she knew was that he was in front of her, holding her hands and guiding her through the forest. He would place his arms around her when so she wouldn't trip over anything.
At last, Stefan had her come to a stop. He moved to stand behind her and placed his hands on her hips. He leaned into her ear and softly said, "Okay, you can remove the blindfold now."
She did not say anything, except take off her blindfold. She slowly opened her eyes and when she looked at what was in front of her, she let out a soft gasp. In front of her was a big, white gazebo with lights wrapped around it. There was a bow and green garland hanging around the bottom part of the gazebo.
From behind her, Stefan addressed her, "Let's go inside there."
Still dazed by the scenery, she walked toward the gazebo. She looked around the setting and admired the place. It was an absolutely beautiful sight, in the middle of the forest where it was quiet and calm. If she could, she would rather just stay there, distant from the world.
When she turned around to look back at Stefan and ask who this is for, she was shocked and she placed her hands to cover her mouth. Stefan was on his knees and had a small box in his hand.
"When you first came to Mystic Falls and got involved with us," Stefan started to speak, " I had no idea that you would have me wrapped around your finger. When you first introduced yourself to me, I was mesmerized by your sweetness, beauty and your beautiful personality. And the more I got to know you, the more I fell in love with you. You make me happy, you have shown me what love is and you have filled that void in my heart that I've had for centuries. And now, I can’t wait any longer. I want to make you mine, forever." Stefan opens the box to present a beautiful ring, "Will you marry me?"
She had tears in her eyes, from Stefan's confession. She was touched by his words and was staring deep into his eyes where it expressed love and warmth. At last, she replied, "Yes!"
Stefan had a big smile, while he took out the ring from the box and placed it on her designated finger. Then, he rose up to give her a kiss. His hands go to her waist and her hands slid to place them on his shoulder. She feels giddy and she has a loss of breath as Stefan kisses her. When they pulled apart, they both had a grin on their faces.
"I love you." She told him.
Stefan, with a big smile, replied back, "I love you, too, Mrs. Salvatore."
She and Steve were in Steve's apartment, watching a Christmas movie. The couple were sitting comfortably on the couch, a blanket wrapped around them. She was leaning towards Steve with her head resting on his shoulder. One of Steve's hands was wrapped around her, holding her tightly. It was a nice break away from missions and the chaos in the Avengers Tower. The calm and comfortable silence was something the couple were enjoying.
Her gaze was fixed on the television, interested in the movie. However, when she eyed the clock, she realized it was time for her to go.
"Oh! It's time for me to go." She stands up and stretches her hands out, trying to loosen some the knots in her back.
"What?" Steve glances at her, feeling cold with her moving away from him.
"I promised Natasha and Wanda that we would go shopping today and I am supposed to meet them in half an hour." She goes to the coat rack and starts to wear her warm attire. She had looked outside the window and saw it was starting to snow.
"But, baby, it's cold outside." Steve tells her.
She looks at him weirdly, but goes back to wearing her jacket and beanie. "I gotta go, Steve."
"But, baby, it's cold outside."
This makes her stop what she was doing and she turns around to look at Steve. He has a smirk on his lips and his eyes are twinkling with mischief.
She has the feeling that she knows what is going on, but she decides to give it a test, "I really can't stay."
"Baby, it's cold outside." Steve immediately replies back.
She has a full smile now, "I've got to go away."
"Baby, it's cold outside."
"This evening has been…" She slowly makes one step towards Steve.
"Been hoping that you’d drop in." Steve moves closer to her as well.
"So very nice."
"I'll hold your hands…" He grabs both of her hands in his and brings them up to his chest, "they're just like ice."
"My mother will start to worry," she turns around, as if ready to leave.
"Beautiful, what's your hurry."
"My father will be pacing the floor."
"Listen to that fireplace roar," Steve pushes her to face his fireplace.
"So really I'd better scurry," she moves away from him.
"Beautiful, please don't hurry."
"But, maybe just a half a drink more,"
"I'll put some records on while I pour," Steve directs her towards his kitchen island table and starts to pour orange juice for the two of them.
"The neighbors might think," she has a fake worried look on her face.
"Baby, it's bad out there." Steve gives her the drink.
She has a sip, but makes a face. "Say, what's in this drink."
Steve also drinks and scrunches his face as well. He looks at the orange juice and discovers that it is expired. He looks back at his amused girlfriend. He sings further with a questioned look, "No cabs to be had out there."
Her amusement rises even more when she pulls out her car keys. Steve gives her a fake glare, making her chuckle. She moves closer to Steve, "I wish I knew how…"
"Your eyes are like starlight now," Steve cups her cheek and leans down to give her a kiss.
However, she moves away, "To break this spell."
"I'll take your hat…" Steve pulls her beanie off.
"Why, thank you." She gives him a mocking bow
"Your hair looks swell," Steve tucks a couple of strands of her behind her ear.
"I ought to say no, no, no, sir." She moves around the kitchen island table.
But Steve follows close by, "Mind if I move in closer?"
"At least I'm gonna say that I tried."
"What's the sense in hurting my pride?"
"I really can't stay," she tries to convince him.
"Baby, don't hold out," Steve grabs her arm and pulls her in order to hold her against his chest. And they sing together, "Baby, it's cold outside."
The couple start to sway in the middle of the living room.
"Huh," She releases a dramatic sigh, "You're very pushy, you know?"
"I like to think of it as optimistic." Steve raises an eyebrow, and she giggles at his antics.
She means to move away from his grasp, "I simply must go."
But Steve holds her tighter against his chest, "Baby, it's cold outside."
"The answer is no."
"But, baby, it's cold outside."
"The welcome has been…"
"How lucky that you dropped in."
"So nice and warm," she finishes.
"Look out the window at that storm," Steve turns her around to glance at the window and indeed there is a snowstorm outside.
"My friends will be suspicious," she winks at Steve.
Steve chuckles, "Gosh, your lips look delicious,"
"Natasha will be there at the door," which is a possibility.
"Waves upon a tropical shore," Steve ignores her and grazes her soft lips with his thumb.
"And Wanda's mind is vicious,"
"Gosh, your lips are delicious," Steve practically growls, tempted to kiss her.
"But, maybe just a cigarette more." However, she makes a face at that comment.
"And I don't even smoke," she adds in. At the same time, Steve sings, "Never such a blizzard before."
"I've got to get home."
"Baby, you'll freeze out there."
"Say, lend me your comb," she brushes her hair.
"It's up to your knees out there."
"You’ve really been grand."
"I thrill when I touch your hand," Steve grabs one of her hands, placing a gentle kiss on her knuckles.
"But don't you see?" She twirls away from him.
"How can you do this thing to me?"
"There's bound to be a talk tomorrow."
"Think of my life-long sorrow."
"At least there will be plenty implied," which is quite funny since they have been hiding their relationship from the public for months now.
"If you got pneumonia and died," Steve sings his concern.
"I really can't stay."
"Get over that hold out," Steve places his hands on her waist and turns her to face him. She wraps her arms around his neck.
"Baby, it’s cold…" they sing together, "Baby, it's cold outside!"
"Okay, fine, just another drink then," she tells Steve.
"Well, " Steve chuckles, "That took a lot of convincing." She giggles at his remark before she kisses him gently.
