A/n: this was literally so hard to end. I must be out of practice cause it took me way longer than it should have to actually finish. So like whatever. It’s all fluff. Part two of the Little Kiss series. I made a choice.
Pairing- Steve x Fem!reader
Warnings: can stupid endings be warning? No? Okay. Then none. It’s all fluff.
You sit alone in the common room, having a much needed moment of quiet. The cup of coffee warms your constantly cold hands. This is one of the rare moments where you are completely alone, no questions, no worried teammates, no talking.
The upcoming mission was a month away, but before that, you had coordinated a reconnaissance mission. It’s go day was tomorrow and both you and Steve had been incredibly busy with preparation and protocols.
It was 6pm. The day finally done, you had slipped away from the crowded offices and into the empty common room. The quiet was wonderful. You had to prep yourself for the intense day that was ahead of you. You close your eyes and start to focus on your breathing. And then, your phone dings in your pocket. Annoyed, you pull it out to look at who was asking a probably stupid question. But instead, it was Steve. He had sent you a simple request.
“Meet me in the lobby. 15 minutes.”
You were surprised. You’re relationship with Steve had been growing slowly. Mainly due to the increased schedule for the mission, but also because Steve took things slow, wooing you over the course of two months. Little post it notes on your computer or desk, fresh made coffee in the morning, a little squeeze of your hand in his, a tiny little peck on the cheek or forehead. As you made your way down to the lobby, you smiled a little. You didn’t know the last time someone took this much time to romance you. Probably never, if you were being honest.
Steve was waiting for you in the lobby, wearing a pair of dark wash jeans and a navy blue button up. When you approached, his eyes lit up, and he smiled. Which made you smile and pick up your speed a little bit. When you got to him, he wrapped you up in his arms, literally sweeping you off your feet. You laughed like a little girl, and Steve laughed with you.
“How are you doing?” He asked, his face buried in your hair. You’re head rested on his chest, wholly enjoying the embrace.
“I’m so tired. Today was probably one of the longest days of my life.” You replied, right against his bicep. He released his hold, but you stayed close. He was comforting and warm. Your little bay in a raging storm. Steve looked down at you.
“You ready?” You nodded and unfolded yourself from Steve. He offered his arm, and you, giggling, weaved yours through.
Steve led you through the bustling streets of the city, keeping you close. You didn’t struggle to keep up, much to Steve’s delight. You were an absolute wonder to Steve. You were constantly going, running here and there, doing anything and everything you could. You were a whirlwind of activity. He marveled at how easily you made it seem. And the fact that you were able to keep up with him so easily made you even more attractive.
You two had been walking for about ten minutes when you finally reached your destination. A small cafe with dark windows and vintage lamps. You looked up at Steve.
“Here?” The question made you sound like a child. Steve’s face grew into a smile and nodded.
“It’s nice. You’ll like it.”
You shrugged and smiled. Steve led the way in. The cafe was small and cozy, with plush arm chairs lined the walls in pairs with small tables and lamps between them. In the back of the cafe was a old jukebox, with a little dance floor around it. Steve led you to the back, and put some quarters in. He looked at the list, but hardly recognized anything. When he looked back at you, smiling to yourself and taking in the cafe, he chose the best one to put his feelings to music; Close to You, by The Carpenters. As the music slowly started, Steve pulled you into his arms. The two of you gazed into each other’s eyes as you swayed back and forth.
You actually hated the song. You didn’t really know why, it was just one of those songs that had grated on you since the second you heard it. But here, in this moment, with the one man in the universe whom loved you wholly, the song was something special. You smiled and laid your head on his broad chest. This moment of respite during such a long and busy time solidified just how much you two needed each other. As the song, which seemed to last eternity, finally faded, Steve dipped and kissed you.
It was clear by how deep the kiss was that both you and Steve had missed and craved each other’s touch. Thank goodness there wasn’t anyone else in the cafe, minus the quiet staff, because you were both quickly overwhelmed by physical desire. Hands in hair and arms tightening around your waist only pushed you both further until you pulled away, if only to refill with oxygen. Panting, Steve rested his forehead on yours. He smiled a half smile as he watched your chest heave and your face settle. When you opened your eyes, there were his ocean blues and his dumb smirking face.
“What’re you smirking’ at?” You asked, smirking yourself.
He kissed your nose and said,
“Just you. Thinking about how lucky I got.”
“Ugh you’re being so gross!” You teased, holding his dumb grinning face so he couldn’t pull away. His smile is big and bold and full of love. You squish his cheeks in your hands and he poofs them out like a chipmunk. His hands rest on your waistline and yours rest on his shoulders. He glances at his watch and looks at you.
“Come on. We have a couple for stops before we’re done for the night.”
“Oh okay! You lead and I’ll follow.” The smile you gave him could’ve stopped a bullet. Steve took you by the hand and led you out of the cafe.
The streets were much less crowded than they were fifteen minutes ago. You could walk at a more leisurely pace, and Steve even slung his arm around your shoulders. Whenever you looked at him, he was so relaxed, so happy. Was this really all cause of you? Impossible.
Steve seemed to sense your thoughts and looked at you.
Now that you though about it...your feet did kind of hurt.
“Yes, please.” And with that he stooped and you climbed onto his back monkey style. You pepper light kisses along his ears and the side of his face. You two are like teenagers. All puppy love and shared sundaes. And it was perfect. For now, at least.
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