Infatuated - (Fem Reader X Steve Rogers)

Chapter 12 - Drawing

October, Friday Night.

The week seemed to fly by...but I was just excited to see Steve. We both had been really busy this week, tonight I planned on cooking him dinner and he was gonna stay the night finally.

I quickly went to the grocery store and picked up some ingredients to the stir-fry I was making, I then changed into a simple black relaxed dress then tying my hair up in a high pony-tail.

I start cutting up the meat, adding the vegetables into the pan first. I was playing some music in the background, swaying my hips along.

I quickly wipe my hands off as the doorbell rings, I run through my house and down a set of three stairs. I unlock the door and leap into Steve's arms, giving him a big kiss as he carries me inside. "Missed me, huh?"

"Terribly." I smile and kiss him again as he sets me down. I grab his hand and pull him with me, excitedly.

"I-love your house." He grunts as I yank him into the kitchen. "Slow down, sweetheart." He laughs as I take his bag and set it into a chair, pushing him into the chair at the counter.

"Sorry...I'm just excited to cook for you. I don't get to cook for anyone." I chuckle.

"Not even Bucky?"

"Fuck no. He doesn't deserve my cooking." I joke.

"I feel honored that I do." He smiles, leaning his head on his hand as he watches me cook.

"What do you want to do tonight?" I ask, not looking back as I start making the Rice.

"Anything you want, baby." He chuckles.

I look back and smirk, getting two plates out. "Would you like a drink?"

"Sure. Let me get it for you, I feel like I'm not doing enough." He stands and kisses my cheek.

"You don't have to do anything." I smile as he opens the fridge. "Mind getting me a water?" Steve smiles and gets two out.

I finishing dishing out the food and carry it over to the dining room. Steve follows me and sits down, smelling the food and sighing in relief. "This smells...so good." He instantly digs in.

I chuckle on how fast he was eating and take my time. "Good?"

"It's amazing!" He smiles sweetly.

Steve offered to do the dishes while I set his bag in my room. I put on a silk shirt and tank-top set and took off my makeup. Steve comes in as I was standing in the bathroom, I look in the mirror to see him changing into shorts. "Wanna put on a move?" I ask.

"Sure." He chuckles. I look over and open up the cabinet to my skincare stuff, taking out a peel off mask. I put it on my face and smirk as I turn back to my room. I quietly walk in as Steve looks on Netflix, I then slowly crawl into my large bed, then straddle his waist. "What are you- woah what's that?"

"A face mask." I smile, putting some on my hand and then putting it on his cheek.

"That's really cold." He laughs.

"It's gonna make your skin really really soft." I smile, leaning down as I finish and kissing him.

About thirty minutes later, Steve sits up with me and watches as I peel the mask off my face. "That doesn't hurt?" He tilts his head.

"Not at all."

I straddle his waist again and start to peel it. Steve instantly grabs my hips and yells out, "Ow! Jerk, that does hurt!" He laughs.

"Oh come on, baby. It's not that bad. Be tough." I smile, peeling more off. Once I was done I put moisturizer on his face and kiss him again.

"Never again." He chuckles as I get off of him.

"We'll see." I chuckle.

After another hour, I noticed Steve had fallen asleep. I slip out of his arms and grab my new sketch book and my pencil. I stare down at the blank page and take a deep breath, slowly drawing Steve's face shape. I wanted to draw him like this, sleeping peacefully.

His bottom lip sticks out a little more as his nose scrunches every so often. I smile as I draw his sleeping eyes, his hair slightly falling over his face.

Once I finish it and was pleased with the result, I put it away and sigh happily. I curl into his side and hold onto him. "Thank you Steve...you make me feel free."