The Demigod From Asgard - A Steve Rogers x Reader Story

Chapter 49: Hot and Bothered *

Warnings: Fluff! SMUT! 18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI!

Your flight back to New York was at 2am in the morning and you were exhausted. Especially following the long day you had the day before, and not being able to sleep beforehand. Having to practically drag yourself through the airport. Resting your head against Steve whenever you could.

When your boarded the private jet Tony had leant you, you practically collapsed in your seat. Fighting to stay awake for as long as possible.

"Doll it's okay, get some rest" Steve says rubbing your arm soothingly.

"But you wanted to-" you begin to argue.

"It's fine, we've had an exhausting few weeks, not including the run up to the wedding" Steve reassures you "plus they'll be plenty of times in the future to do what I wanted to"

"But-" you argue.

"But nothing, now c'mon get comfy and get some rest" Steve says wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer.

As soon as you rested your head against his chest the battle was lost, and you fell asleep.

You weren't sure how long you'd been asleep but when you woke up, you glanced up at Steve to see him fast asleep. His lips parted slightly as he softly snored. He must have been reading when he fell asleep as a book was loosely held in his hands. Careful not to disturb him you took his book, saving his place for him.

He woke up about an hour later, sitting up with a large stretch and groan. You smile watching as he runs his hand through his hair with a yawn. He then glances at his watch humming to himself.

"Only an hour left of the flight" he comments smiling over at you, putting his hand on your knee.

"I know we practically slept the entire time too" you chuckle.

A short while later you heard the announcement to prepare to land. You put away everything you had gotten out during the flight, doing up your seatbelt. It was when you happened to glance out the window that you noticed something wasn't right.

The sea below was far too blue to be the Atlantic, and you couldn't see the city at all.

"This isn't New York" you say confused, glancing over at Steve.

He raises a brow slightly, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips "isn't it?" He asks.

"What have you done?" You ask him.

Steve just shrugs his shoulders with a smirk, "let's just see what they say when we land"

You furrow your eyes at him, annoyed that he wasn't budging. Clearly knowing more than he was letting on. When the jet finally landed as the pair of you stepped off you were instantly hit with a blast of hot air. At the bottom of the steps was a woman holding a tray with two cold drinks.

"Welcome to the Seychelles Mr and Mrs rogers" she smiles passing you and Steve your drinks.

"Steve, what's going on?" You ask confused.

"Well touring Europe was a lot of fun, but also very full on so I thought we deserved a couple weeks in the sun doing absolutely nothing" Steve smiles.

"But I didn't pack stuff for here" you say.

"It's fine I've got it all sorted, Nat packed us some stuff and sent it with the jet" Steve smiles nodding over to the crew who were unloading suitcases that you hadn't used over the past month.

"This is incredible Steve thank you" you smile reaching up to kiss him.

"Anything for you princess" he smiles.