For my poor captainhill heart: Sweet Moments prompt, Slow Dancing (24) ♥
Sweet Affectionate Moments meme
A/N: this took way longer to write than i thought and it isn’t my best work but i hope you still like it!
Maria had heard him come in over the sound of the shower running. She took her time washing the dirt and grime off her body, letting the warm water relax her soar muscles. Once out, she removed the condensation from the mirror and went about cleaning the minor scrapes she’d gotten. An angry bruise was already visible on her ribs and she knew that more would make themselves know by tomorrow. Towel drying her hair, she smiled at the sound of Marvin Gaye crooning in the living room. Another five minutes went by before she emerged from the bathroom. Clad in only a pair of underwear and one of Steve’s t-shirts, she padded down the hall.
She could smell the curry take out from where she lingered by the hall. The brown paper bag was a dead give away and she took a moment to watch him take the containers out. Their eyes met moments later as Steve looked over his shoulder at her. He gave her that boyish smile she loved to much, head tilting just so.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get over seeing you in my clothes.”
Pushing off the wall, Maria chuckled softly and closed the distance between them. Her hands automatically going to rest upon his chest. He looked tired. There were mild dark circles under his eyes. For once she was glad that tomorrow was her day off. Who knew that Maria Hill would begin enjoying days when no work was involved.
“I can take it off it you want?” Arching a brow, she grinned at him and at the way his fingers flexed around his hips at the suggestion of something more.
Her arms slid up over his shoulders and looped around his neck. Steve brushed his thumb gently along the edge of a scratch along her cheek but said nothing.
“I’m fine, Rogers.” Maria said, answering the question visible in those blue eyes of his.
She felt the rumbled of a hum before she heard it. Her own fingers finding the short hairs at the back of his neck, they both found comfort in the small caress. Resting her head on his shoulder, Maria sighed softly.
With Marvin Gaye softly filling the apartment, they began to sway back and forth. The living room lap emitted a warm glow throughout the living room as they held each other. They held each other and swayed gently like flowers in the breeze. Once they had dinner, they would fall into bed in a tangle of limbs wanting to feel grounded in each other. But for right now, swaying in the living room to Marvin Gaye’s smooth voice was enough.
