𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 || 𝟏𝟖+
❝I'm convinced that you are heaven in a person, Angel.❞
The one where a tired Steve Rogers escapes his past and ends up finding the love of his life during a very snowy Christmas time in London, UK.
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CHAPTER FIFTEEN: KISS AND MAKE UP
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The second the apartment door shut behind them, Steve had his lips on hers again, kissing her with a passion that seemed so much more meaningful than anything they'd ever done before. Slight moans escaped Angel's mouth while they both fiddled with the buttons on their coats, eager to get them off as quickly as possible. While they undressed each other with shaking hands, barely interrupting their kiss, Angel felt like she was floating. High above, on cloud nine, light as a feather, her skin tingling with anticipation of what was about to come next.
Heat spread through her body, her hands wandered up and down Steve's now naked chest. She felt the definition of his muscles beneath her palms before having to pull them away to allow him to slide her sweater over her head, tousling her hair. As she stood in front of him, her lips slightly swollen, her cheeks burning crimson red, looking up at him through her lashes, he clenched his jaw. His eyes wandered over her face, her chest that was merely covered by her bra, and his eyes grew even darker. Never in her life did Angel feel so wanted by someone.
"Angel," Steve muttered, his hands smoothing down her frizzy hair before cupping her hot cheeks, "I need you."
His voice was raspy and came from a dry throat, and the buzzing of his voice in her ears made Angel feel the heat pool between her legs. Simply knowing how bad he wanted her, how much he needed her, sent her into a state of utter ecstasy.
"Then why'd you stop?" she managed to choke out in a teasing voice, and he inhaled deeply at her question.
"Very good point," he hoarsely whispered, his hot breath hitting her lips. When he leaned down eventually, connecting their lips again, Angel sighed in relief. She melted into the kiss, curved her body against his, feeling his bare skin on hers while his large hands unclasped her bra before sliding it off of her and tossing it aside. He pressed her against the wall behind her, right in the empty space between the hallway dresser and her bedroom door, kissing her once more before leaving her lips. Instead, his mouth left a trail of pecks down her jaw and neck, found a sensitive spot by her collarbone which he nibbled on for a second, making the young brunette groan.
She was looking down, following his actions, one hand grasping onto the edge of the dresser next to her, the other brushing her own hair out of her sight. As Steve continued his path of kisses down her chest, pressing pecks between her breasts, then down her stomach until he reached the hem of her jeans. His hands left her sides and opened the button, then the zipper. When the thick denim slid down her legs, Angel bit her lip at the sight of the dark blond looking up at her through his long lashes for a moment as if asking for permission. But she knew that he was aware that he had any permission he wanted. The things he could do to her if he wanted to...
She stepped out of the pants that had landed around her ankles and kicked them aside. Somehow, she also got rid of the thick socks she'd been wearing. Now, she was only wearing her underwear. That thin, dark grey fabric of her panties which had lace around the hems was the last piece of clothing on her body while Steve was still in his jeans, kneeling in front of her. When his lips found her lower stomach, just below her belly button, she sucked in the air at the sensation. Just that simple action had her legs feel weak already. She closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling while he slid off her panties.
