Steve's Birthday Calendar Day 1: Favorite Steve Ship
I adore a ton of Steve ships. SamSteve, Steggy, Thundershield, WonderCap, American Pi, Captain Hill, among others. But, yeah, it's gotta be my beloved AntShield.
Unfortunately, I wasn't able to make anything ahead of time, so how about an early WIP Wednesday? And maybe one day I'll actually finish this one, lol.
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"Scott," the word merely a breath from Steve's lips as he pulls back, despite his body's reluctance. "What are we doing?"
“Kissing.” The brunet smirks, not missing a beat and kissing Steve again.
Smartass, he thinks fondly, his return of the kiss brief though his hold on the other man’s waist remained strong. “That’s not what I meant.”
“We can take this inside, if you want.”
November’s chill had been long forgotten by the captain, but he shivers from the nimble fingers playing at the nape of his neck and darkened eyes pulling him in. Once more, he gives in. He tastes a hint of sweetness and wine before he drags his lips away. “But we can’t.”
With a groan, Scott pulls out of his grasp and lands back against the brick wall behind him, taking his warmth with him. “God, you’re such a pain in the ass.”
“So I’ve been told.”
Scott laughs. It’s low and rough and makes Steve’s stomach flip. He resists the urge to kiss him again. Misses those hands being on him, even though they’re only inches away. Wonders if he could recreate the way the streetlight plays on Scott’s features.
He is in so much trouble.
