These are the Hands of Fate - Steve Rogers x OC

Two: Ocean Blue Eyes Looking in Mine, I Feel Like I Might Sink and Drown and Die

A/N:
This is five thousand words of smut so mind the content warnings in the introduction, please. ♡

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February 14, 2020

Steve hadn't touched her.

Well, maybe he had but not the way that she wanted him to.

There'd been nothing more than just a fleeting brush of his hand or his arms wrapping around her waist and she swore that she was going to lose her mind if he didn't actually do something soon. Hot and bothered didn't even begin to cover how she felt.

In an attempt to get the ball rolling, Maggie had started trying to drop some not-so-subtle hints; wearing skirts that were just a little too short, shirts that were cut a bit lower than what she typically wore, tighter jeans, and once, in a last-ditch effort, no bra under her thin sweater when they relaxed together while watching television one night.

It had been several weeks, and she was beginning to think that, maybe, Steve just wasn't attracted to her in that way. Those thoughts would creep in when he'd take her hand from where it roamed across his chest and bring it to his lips, pressing a kiss to her palm. Or when he'd end their time together with a chaste kiss before they went to their separate bedrooms in the evening. Or when he'd blushingly avert his gaze while she trained in just a sports bra and leggings, leaving little to his imagination, as he tripped over his words while talking.

They'd been a couple for just over a month and Valentine's Day had seemingly come out of nowhere. She hadn't celebrated the hallmark holiday since she was in college, in a stable, long-term relationship. It wasn't as though Maggie been completely single since then; she'd had a handful of friends-with-benefits arrangements when she was in Europe and during graduate school and, of course, there'd been Ben just a few months earlier but something about her relationship with Steve just felt indescribably different.

Earlier in the day, she'd accidentally put a dent in his effort to surprise her by leaving work early in an attempt to surprise him. Typically, she was the last one home in the evening, but she wanted to come home early before he returned from his support group meeting. When she'd arrived back in their apartment, she was surprised when the elevator doors opened for her to see Steve, waiting for the doors to open so he could descend to the level her office was on.

After a moment of surprise, he'd held out a small bouquet that he'd been on his way to deliver to her and she'd flung herself into his arms, giggling at the sweet gesture. Neither was particularly disappointed with the failure of their plans, too eager to spend time together. They'd mutually decided to have an intimate evening in since Natasha, ever the secretive one, had departed for the weekend with only a text saying she'd return on Monday.

In the dim light of the living room, a movie played on the television, but the couple's attention was elsewhere. It wasn't as if every kiss between the couple had been innocently sweet; lately, their make outs had left her wanting more and more. Her knees pressed into the soft cushion of the couch as her legs were spread wide, straddling his lap. With her arms wrapped around his neck, one of her hands played with the hair at the nape of his neck as their tongues danced together.

She was keenly aware of where his hands were on her sides, willing them to move where she really wanted to feel him. She felt the heavy warmth of them trail up her sides, his thumbs rubbing gently against her ribs as a warmth began to spread throughout her core. As soon as one of his thumbs brushed just slightly under the swell of her breast, her breath caught before she felt his hands begin to retreat like the tide.

At his movement, she let out an uncharacteristically whiny moan and finally gripped both of his hands where they'd landed on her hips and dragged them slowly up her torso until they each rested on her breasts, not breaking their kiss.