Happy Birthday, theineffableamberjae
Second of my four June 12 birthday fics, this one for one of the Chatroom Crew :)
June 12 - “You’re so cute when you’re tired, you know.” QuakeFalcon for @theineffableamberjae
“Oh, Sam,” Daisy sighed as he staggered in through the apartment’s front door, across the living room and collapsed face down on the couch. “You didn’t.”
“Can’t help myself,” he mumbled into a cushion.
“Did they say ‘on your left’ again?”
“About sixty fucking times, between the lot of them. It’s not fair, T’Challa’s not even super-serummed, how can he fucking lap me like he does?”
Daisy smiled behind Sam’s back, sat down beside him on the couch and paused, her hand hovering above his sweaty shirt, nose wrinkling slightly.
“They do it because they know how much it riles you, darling. You need to stop going out and trying to match them. You can fly, remember. They’re jealous of that.”
“Ugh,” he rolled over, looking up at her. “I’m being an idiot, aren’t I?”
“You’ll note that Clint, who’s the same age as you, isn’t daft enough to go running with them. And he’s widely acknowledged to be the actual idiot of the Avengers.”
Sam smiled wryly up at her. Daisy offered the water bottle she was holding.
“Oh, you are the actual angel of the Avengers,” he took it from her and gulped down half of it. “I don’t think I can get off the couch,” he realised then. “My legs feel like cooked spaghetti.”
She had to laugh, got up and went to fetch a towel, tossing it at him. “Dry off some of that sweat and I’ll massage them for you.”
Sam groaned with pleasure at the thought. Daisy’s skill with vibrations made for the most incredible massages. Towelling his legs off, he collapsed back against the cushions.
“You’re cute when you’re tired, you know,” Daisy said, smiling down at him, at his closed eyes, at his solidly muscled body relaxing under her touch.
“I’m cute all the time,” Sam said with a lazy smirk, not opening his eyes.
Daisy chuckled, shaking her head. “So modest, too.”
“Yup.” He opened his eyes and grinned more widely. “So much to be modest about. Good looks, talent, the most amazingly gorgeous girlfriend…” Reaching out for her, he grabbed her arms and yanked her atop him for a kiss.
“Ew, you’re all sweaty!” Daisy protested laughingly, wriggling to get away.
“Come and shower with me, then,” Sam invited temptingly.
“So you’re not that tired, then.”
“Sweetheart, I’d have to be dead not to want you, not just tired,” his hands drifted down to her ass, squeezed lightly. “So about that shower…”
“Well now you’ve got me all smelly and sweaty too, I don’t suppose I have much choice,” she sighed affectedly, grinned down at him. “Come on then.” She helped him stand with only a faint groan or two, followed him to the bathroom - and just before he got there, darted past him with a pat to his ass and a cheeky “On your left!”
“Oh, you are so gonna get it for that,” Sam warned.
“Counting on it!” she gave him a wicked look over her shoulder, turning the shower on and pulling off the robe she was wearing, tossing it at Sam. He batted it away with a grin and followed her in under the hot spray, forgetting about his weary muscles entirely.