【Ｐｒｅｓｅｎｔ】
Noun:
"Something that you are given, without asking for it, on a special occasion."
Verb:
"to bring, offer, or give, often in a formal or ceremonious way."
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"𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵...
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The last few weeks had been wonderful, but you couldn't help but feel something had been missing ever since your birthday.
Steve had continued spoiling you as usual, you had gone back to work after a few days off, getting back into the steady routine of your life again, including date nights, tonnes of sex and Steve staying over at your townhouse apartment between missions.
Why did it feel like something was off then?
You were so unbelievably happy with Steve. Head over heels, stupidly, irrevocably in love with Steve.
He treats you better than any man ever had, not that the bar was high with your history of men, but you knew he was it for you.
He was endgame.
Yet in the dead of night, you couldn't stop your mind from thinking about a different set of strong hands roaming your body, a pair where one was metal, cool and unrelenting against your flush skin.
You couldn't help the visions that played behind your closed lids, the dirty, filthy ones, of the two super soldiers fucking you into oblivion. It'd been so hot, and so tender at the same time. You were beginning to worry you'd never experience anything as amazing again.
Bucky and Sam had been on their own mission for a while, tracking down old Hydra bases. So luckily, you hadn't had to encounter him since you were in the compound a few weeks ago.
You remembered the way his fingers had brushed against yours as he handed you that damn glass, the smirk that teased the corner of his lips, the icy glare that you'd now seen could be just as intense up close as he breathed against your skin....
Shaking off those thoughts, as if they were marked onto your very skin, showing everyone how much of a deviant you were, you finished getting ready for yours and Steve's date night.
He was coming straight from the compound to pick you up. You'd decided on a trip to the movies, as they were showing Casablanca, one of Steve's favourites. Afterwards, you were going to a private rooftop bar that he had heard about from Stark. You had never been before but you were excited at the thought of such an intimate evening with your boyfriend.
Wanting to go with the old-school vintage vibe of the evening, you wore a short gingham skirt with a black lacy cami tucked in, pairing it with some heels and garters to hold your stockings up. Swiping on red lipstick and adorning it with some delicate earrings. Your hair had been in rollers all day, giving it a large bouncy blow dry.
You knew Steve would go crazy for this look. Anything extra feminine he died for. He always reassured you he didn't care what you looked like, but the way his face would light up when you made an effort in skirts and dresses was as pretty as a picture.
