A Sunday Kind Of Love | 18+ { Steve Rogers}

S•E•V•E•N | Baby, I Love Your Way

Happy Tuesday! (If you're reading this Monday night hope your Monday was a good one lol)

TW: Oral sex, body dysmorphia.

@Jesse_Winter_Soldier, thank you once again for beta reading!

Update so I can't decide if there will be 27 chapters to this story or if there will be a second installment; I have so many ideas bouncing around for these two!

I have also finished the first chapter of my Bucky Barnes fic! I'm excited to share that with you all! I haven't titled it yet, but I'll let you all know when it will be up!

Thank you all so much for your continued support on this story! Your comments give me life!

Happy Reading!

-Sif

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The month of July announces itself with a heatwave. Aubrey is thankful she agreed to go away with Steve for the Fourth of July weekend and his birthday, which she was unprepared for, enlisting Zak's help to pack everything for her first overnight with her boyfriend.

Aubrey had everything but a swimsuit. She told Zak she didn't need one, but he insisted you cannot go to a lake house over the Fourth of July weekend and not go swimming, or at least lay out in the sun. Little did he know Aubrey had no plans of wearing said swimsuit if she even found one. So here she is, walking around the clothing store, looking at swimsuits. Chewing on her bottom lip, she ruffled through the rack, holding up—a gaudy-looking swimsuit.

"What about a two-piece?", Zak suggested holding up an emerald green slip of a swimsuit.

Aubrey blanched, "I-I don't know, Zak.", she said, feeling very unsure.

"Aubrey, babe, listen to me. This is your first official weekend trip together; you wanna be fun and sexy.", he said, wagging his eyebrows and holding up the swimsuit. "And baby, this is sexy!", he purred.

So Aubrey found herself in the dressing room, pulling on the swimsuit she was sure she wouldn't fit over her hips. Once the bottoms were in place, she hoisted up the top, tying it.

"You almost done in there?", Zak asked through the door.

Aubrey looked at herself in the mirror; the dark emerald green complimented her complexion and hair color well. The bottoms were high-waisted, covering her tummy, minus the strappy bits on her hips exposing skin. The top had thick straps that slipped over her shoulder, coming together in the front to be knotted. Taking a deep breath, she stepped out of the dressing room.

Zak turned around, hearing the door squeak. "Holy shit, Aubrey.", he said, walking toward her.

"It's too tight, isn't it?", she asked, pulling on the bottoms.

Zak shook his head, "No. Fuck, you looking sexy as hell.", he said, giving her a once over. "Like, if you weren't like my sister, best friend, and platonic soulmate, I might toss my name into the running."

She rolled her eyes, turned around, and she heard Zak whistle.

"Damn, girl, that ass though!", he said, making grabby hands.

Aubrey swatted him away, giggling as she hurried back into the dressing room. She wouldn't tell him because he would be insufferable, but Zak made her confidence soar sometimes. He was the best hype man, always knowing what to say to make her smile and feel sure of herself. Aubrey paused to look at her reflection one more time, she turned to the left and right; okay, maybe Zak was right. She did look good in this swimsuit.