ᴀɴᴀʀᴄʜɪsᴛ sᴇʀɪᴇs | B. Barnes, S. Rogers, L. Laufeyson

Dreams Are Whack Bro | 17 |

Her face was hot as she buried it in the pillow as she tried to think of anything but the hazy look he gave her, his dark blue eyes clouded as he clenched his jaw.

Nope. Not thinking about it. Noooope.

She rolled over, and placed the pillow over her head as if it would block out her less-than-pg-thoughts.

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Steve tossed and turned, unable to get to sleep.

Dammit. He rolled out of bed and opened his door, staring at the door across from him.

"I shouldn't be doing this." He muttered, but tapped against the wood and stood back.

A moment later, the girl herself appeared. Her eyes were hazy from sleep, and her hair was messed up. She was still wearing the hoodie, which dropped to mid thigh.

"Steve?" She said, blinking a few times and looking up at him.

He bit his lip, and stood there, trying to conjure up the courage to do what he wanted to.

"Hey, what's wrong?" She grabbed his large hand in both of hers, her brow furrowed and her eyes worried.

His eyes flicked down to her hand, then back up to her face and then finally came to rest on her lips.

He moved fluidly, backing her against the wall and pushing her face to his, their lips meeting.

Harli pulled back, her eyes wide. Steve stared down at her, awaiting her reaction.

A grin split her face, "Finally."

She pulled his lips back to hers, her hands brushing over his chest. He pushed her farther against the wall, hands on her hips.

"Fucking touch me." She said against his lips, reaching down and placing his hands on her ass.

He pressed himself against her, having to bend down to even reach her. Growling in annoyance he picked her up, slamming her back against the wall and then diving back in. Her legs wrapped around her waist, pulling him even closer.

Steve kissed down her jaw, licking and sucking on her neck, trying to find her soft spot.

He found it quickly as she drew in a sharp breath, her fingers digging into his back.

After leaving several already-darkening bruises on her neck, he walked her back into his room and dumped her on his bed, slipping off his shirt and crawling over her.

"Fuck-" he hissed, his hips bucking slightly as she ground down on him.

Her hoodie came off and he ran his hands along her body, tracing every indent and scar, every curve and crease.

Her hands flew over his bare chest, cold fingers dragging down his abs as he shuttered, gripping her hips harder and her back arched against him.

A loud noise came from the corner of the room and he pulled himself off the girl, looking around the room.

Nothing moved, and he turned back to Harli, but she had disappeared. "Harli?"