America's Sweetheart and The Girl Next Door

Laundry day

You try to stay calm, you always do this. You meet a nice, good looking guy and immediately feel tingly in your stomach. This is kind of an old people building, so you didn't expect to bump into some so young?

He has something familiar though, but you couldn't place it. Maybe it's just his vibe. Which was a bit weird by the way, he seems very formal and polite.

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In the next days you hadn't really bumped into him. Sometimes you heard him leave his apartment or talk in the hallway with the sweet old lady from next door.

Until you desperately needed to do laundry.

With a laundry basket loaded off you tried to close your door. When you finally succeeded and turned around and you bumped your basket into Steve Rogers.

"O I'm so sorry" you say embarrassed.

He looks at you friendly and you notice that he is about to do laundry too. The thought that there are a lot of panties in your basket pops up in your head. Maybe you can act like you forgot something and come back later when he's done.

Steve holds his basket in his one hand and gestures with the other that you can go down the stairs first. No way out now...

You both put your basket on the table in the middle of the laundry room. You haven't said much yet and don't know what is normal to talk about while you're doing laundry. One thing you do know, is that you have to keep him busy with a conversation before he might sees you holding some panties.

"So how are you doing mister Rogers?" You still don't know if that whole 'Miss' thing was a joke or not, but you decide to better be safe than sorry.

"I'm doing fine, thank you for asking. Only I haven't workout as much as I would like."

It takes you too long to notice that that is a joke about the punching bag, so you just smile at him.

"Have you settled in yet, Miss Y/L/n?"

"Umm yes I guess. My apartment is still a bit empty, but I will buy some more furniture once I've made some money."

Just as you're holding one of you black lace slips, Steve looks over at you. His eyes go from yours to your panties. He looks away quickly and if you aren't seeing it wrong, he is turning a little red. The fact that he's uncomfortable, makes you actually a little more comfortable.

"Have you lived long is this building?" you ask once you've tossed your underwear in the washing machine.

"Not for too long actually" he answers.

You both shut the washing machine and grab your empty basket. You gesture that he can go first.

When you're walking behind him on the stairs, you can't help but notice what a great ass he has. You feel guilty for staring at it and try to look away.

You both smile and nod at each other as you disappear into your own apartment again.

Not much later you go downstairs to pick up your washed clothes. Steve is already grabbing his.

"Hi again" you say as you pass him.

"Ma'am" he greets you with a nod.

You can't tell if this guy is serious or not.

You both leave the laundry room again. When you reach the stairs, Steve motions that you can go first.

As you're walking up the stairs, you realize that he now has the same sight as you had earlier this morning. You're wearing sweatpants and secretly hope that your ass is looking good in them.