I WANT FLUFF PLEASE, PURE STEVE ROGERS FLUFF
Here you bloody go, I wrote half of this whilst I was drunk and didn’t bothe proof reading so bloody ENJOY.
My head snapped around from my book tocheck my radio on my bedside table—I wasn’t sure if I was hearing things or ifSteve Rogers was paging me at 3am in the morning.
“Hellllooooo,” the radio crackled again—Iwasn’t imagining it.
“Hello?” I answered quickly, my voicefilled with curiosity—what the hell did he want?
“I knew you’d be awake,” I couldpractically hear him smile down the line—I didn’t have to see him to know that hisstupid grin was plastered on his stupid face.
“Well yeah,” I rolled my eyes as I set downmy book, “I literally told you this morning that I haven’t been able to go tosleep before 5am.”
“Meet me in the stairwell of level 12,” Hecompletely ignored the fact that I’d outed him.
“What?!” Why the fuck did he want to meetin the damn stairwell? “Are you joking?” There was no way he was being serious.
“I’m being one hundred per cent serious,five minutes, I expect you there.”
“Jesus,” I huffed down the line, “way to bepushy, but yeah okay whatever, see you in five.” I rolled out of bed and shovedmyself into my dressing gown, praying that whatever he had in store for me wasworth leaving the comfort of my sheets.
“You better have a good reason for doingthis Rogers,” I said monotonously as trudged up the stair with him. I’d met himon level 12 like he’d requested and he’d graciously let me know that we’d bewalking up two more levels because our stupid elevator was down.
“Trust me,” he stopped in front of the doorto level 14, “You’re going to love it.” He pulled out a key from his backpocket and I wondered to myself why the door was locked in the first place.
“So,” he turned to me as he shoved the keyin, “this is where I come when I can’t sleep and I want to share it with you.”He opened the door slowly before standing aside so that I could make my waythrough.
“Uh—“ I could feel my throat run dry as Ilost all sense of how to speak. “Um, yeah okay.” I was so nervous, I’d neverhad anyone share their safe space with me before and I didn’t know how I wasgoing to cope.
My heart began to race as I made my wayinside—I wasn’t sure what I’d been expecting, but it definitely hadn’t been anindoor garden. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Despite only being dimly lit bylanterns the garden was breath-taking. There were vines covering the walls,bushy ferns in the corners, garden beds filled with almost every flowerpossible and most importantly, there was a lily pond, right in the centre ofthe room.
“Holy shit Steve, this is beautiful.” Ijust couldn’t understand how what I was seeing managed to exist, how had he hadthe time?
“Your favourite flowers are lilies right?”He raised an eyebrow as he took my hand—I almost jolted away, I hadn’t beenexpecting it.
“Yeah, wait how do you know that?”
“What?” he said as he sat down on a smallbench in the middle of the room right next to the lily pond. “You think I don’tlisten to you when you ramble on in the kitchen?”
“Yeah!” I laughed lightly as I sat downbeside him, “No one ever listens to me when I ramble.”
“I listen,” he entwined his hand with mineagain and I gulped uncomfortably. “I know your favourite flowers are lilies,that you’re afraid of the dark AND the ocean. I know that your favourite bookis a tale of two cities and that you read it every night because you can’tsleep till early parts of the morning.” He used his free hand to nudge my facetowards his. “I know that when I wake up the first thing I think about is whatyour daily joke is going to be, I know I think about knocking on your doorevery night and asking you out to dinner—“
“You what?!” I didn’t think he realisedwhat he was saying, “Steve—“
“I’m being serious,” his thumb grazed overmy knuckles. “I’m not good at this whole dating thing you know?”
I nodded sincerely, he’d complained to meabout it a few times and I truly felt bad.
“But I want to try with you, honestly.”
“With me?” I swallowed the lump in mythroat. I’d never thought about Steve in that way. I mean I’d always thought hewas good looking, but I never considered dating him. It made me giddy to thinkthat someone actually listened to all the stupid things I had to say—everyoneelse just seemed to brush me off, Steve never had and I’d only just noticedthat.
“Yes,” he nodded, “with you.” He leanedover to fish out a lily from the pond. “So will you?” He held it out to me withthe most innocent eyes and I’d never been so mesmerised by a man before. I wasseeing someone in a whole new light and I honestly couldn’t believe I’d missedit.
I wasn’t sure completely, but the way hewas presenting himself made me want to try. “I mean,” I admired the flower fora second before plucking it gently from his hand. “There’s no harm in trying.”
“Perfect,” he grinned, “How about I pickyou up at 7pm tomorrow?”
Three knocks on the door let my nervousstomach know that Steve was at the door. 7pm had taken all day to arrive andI’d spent all morning feeling like I was going to be nervous.
“Hi,” I smiled as I opened the door to anervous looking Captain—who to my surprise was holding a bouquet of peonies.
“Hi,” he replied as he cracked his knucklesnervously. “I—um—got these for you.” He held out the flowers to me and Igraciously accepted them before planting a kiss to his cheek.
“Thank you—I might start my own garden atthis rate.” I motioned for him to come inside as I trudged towards my shelvesso that I could locate a vase.
He let out a small laugh as he shoved hishands into the pockets of his black jeans. “Don’t think I’m helping, I’ve got awhole one of my own to look after and barely any time.”
I laughed—really laughed and I had no ideawhy, because his joke hadn’t been that funny. It was clear that things were changingand I wasn’t complaining, because I knew it was for the better.
“It’s okay I might just get Bucky to helpout,” I teased knowing he would hate it.
He scrunched up his face “I mean sure, goahead.”
“Stop it,” it was my turn to place anencouraging hand on his shoulder, usually that was his job.
“I won’t lie,” he smirked, “that made meslightly jealous.”
I laughed lightly “I could tell.”
“You know what,” he looked towards my TV,“how about we forget the dinner reservations, we’ll order some take away and wecan watch any show you want to.”
“You’re kidding, I would fucking lovethat.” I’d never felt so relieved in my life—I hated dates, the thought of themmade me nervous to the point where I was almost sick—I was surprised that Ihadn’t already vomited.
“Perfect,” he grinned as he walked towardsmy sofa. It was times like these I was thankful that Tony had given me a masterbedroom.
“Do you mind if I change?” I asked, alreadyunzipping my dress, not waiting for his answer.
I smiled to myself as I flung the dress Iwas wearing back into my cupboard—I knew he was watching me.
I pulled on an oversized t-shirt and mademy way over to the sofa.
“So,” I said as I plopped myself downbeside him “have you watched stranger things?”
“No,” he shook his head, “but people keeptelling me it’s good.”
“Wonderful,” I grabbed the remote frombeside me, “you’re about to be shown a masterpiece Rogers.”
I’d fallen asleep at about episode 5 ofseason 1—I assumed that all the wriggling Steve was doing was because he wastrying to regain feeling in his arm.
“Shit,” I recoiled, “I’m so sorry.” Trustme to have fallen asleep on my date.
“No!” he quickly stopped me, “it’s okay!”
“Are you enjoying it?” I smiled as I lookedtowards the TV. I’d already seen season 1 which was probably why I’d fallenasleep—that and the fact that I hadn’t had a good nights sleep, despite beingshown Steve’s beautiful garden.
“It’s good—but,” he placed his knuckleunder my chin and I felt a shiver run through my body. “I think I would ratherbe spending my time doing this—“ before I could gather what he meant, he wasalready crashing his lips against mine and boy I wasn’t complaining.
Everything about him was gentle and I justcouldn’t handle it—I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer,eliciting a groan from him as his threaded his fingers through my hair.
“Shit,” I moaned against his mouth as hedecided to act with more urgency. We were like hungry animals—Steve Rogers wassomething that had been in front of me for so long and I hadn’t known I’dneeded him until he was shoving his tongue down my throat.
“Please don’t rip my shirt off,” he joked—Ireally was tugging hard, my brain clearly didn’t understand he was already asclose as he could be.
“I’m so tempted to,” I tugged hard again, justto show him I meant it.
“I don’t have expendable funds to buy moreshirts to take you on dates—“ he breathed before placing a trail of kisses downmy neck.
“Oh my god,” I sucked in a breath, “do notfucking do that again or I’ll literally rip all your damn clothes off.”
“Oh?” he had the audacity to do it again,but ten times slower.
“That’s it—“ suddenly I was struggling hisbelt buckle, but he was pushing me away.
“No,” he scolded as he pulled away. “No,no.”
“Why not?” I really didn’t see why it was aproblem.
“I just—“ he turned away, “I’m sorry—shit,this is gonna sound so stupid, but I’d really just like to wait, I want this tomean more.”
I grabbed his hand, “stop it Steve, it’snot stupid at all, I get it I promise.”
“Yeah?” he turned back towards me.
“Yes.” I wrapped my pinky around his,“look, why don’t you sleep—we can finish the series tomorrow.”
“That sounds like a plan.” He pulled myhead towards him and planted a kiss against my forehead, “goodnight.”
“Goodnight Steven.” I stole a quick kissfrom his lips, my head feeling somewhat giddy at the fact that I was seeing himthe next day.
“Oh wait,” he fished for something in hispocket and finally picked out a key. “This is for you,” he held it out to me, “yourpersonal key to the garden for when you can’t sleep.”
Attached to the key was a small lily keyring and I swear I felt like crying.
“Get out,” I scolded as I grabbed the key, “hurrybefore I kiss you again.”
He let out a loud laugh, “goodnight, I’llsee you tomorrow.”
