Rules of Friendship | 18+

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*𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝*

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I had spent my years looking at Steve Rogers, and suddenly he's looking back at me and I'm scared.

Let me explain. It's not that I don't want him to look at me, but the shift was so abrupt I might as well have gone cliff diving. Coney Island has always been one of my favorite places to visit, the amusement rides, the food, and the beach and Steve knew that. We've always walked the line of being too touchy for being best friends, but we've completely walked off that line this morning, Steve has me locked to his chest, his hands curled around the back of my thighs so I don't get off him. "Baby," Steve murmured, kissing my shoulder, "We have all day, just cuddle."

I wasn't wanting to get up to rush to Coney Island, I wanted to get up so I could think.

But Steve moved his hands up my thighs, sliding over my hips and wrapping around my waist and I couldn't leave. It was too comfortable, too safe. "Do you want coffee?" I asked softly, tipping my head back so I could look at Steve, his smile meeting his eyes when he looked at me. One hand came up to cup my cheek, his thumb running over my bottom lip, pulling it down slightly.

"You're so pretty, baby," Steve's lips landed on my forehead and I completely melted against him, he would win me over every single time with that statement. And the worst part is he knew that he could too. "I got so lucky to have such a pretty girl as my best friend," and for once, that title didn't make my chest cave like it used to, it was an anchor in this new sea I was navigating with Steve. It was safe and familiar and I could manage to work with safe and familiar. Steve's palm slid down the side of my body, curling around my thigh when my bedroom door opened, the bed creaking when Bucky and Sam crashed down on it.

"Why am I letting all of you stay here," I muttered, turning my head to meet Bucky's eyes, and all he did was lean over to kiss my nose, laughing when I scrunched it up. "Bucky you have your own place, and Steve's mom is never home. The only one who should be here is Sam."

"You're gonna kick us out, baby?" And just like that, we toed that line of ruining our friendship because Steve's hand gripped the flesh of my butt under the blanket, my face burning hot when I hid in his neck. It wasn't the first time Steve had touched me like this, and it wouldn't be the last time I'm sure, I never hated it either, I always wanted more, but usually Steve was tipsy, or completely drunk. Today he was sober, he made a conscious choice to tease me and I was lost again.

"All I'm hearing is I'm her favorite." Sam gloated and I sighed, pushing up on Steve's chest so I could look at my three best friends.

"Careful Sam," Bucky teased, "Steve gets possessive over Serenity."

I felt the heat on my face, the blush covering my cheeks as Steve's hands landed on my thighs, kneading the flesh. "Sorry guys, but I'm Serenity's favorite," I squeaked when he pinched my inner thigh, "Always have been always will be. Go get ready baby," Steve smiled, curving his hands around my hips, "We have plans."

I shook my head, keeping my face hidden as I listened to Steve, Bucky, and Sam talk about the baseball game from last night. "Did I make you nervous baby?" Steve's voice was quiet in my ear, barely over a whisper as he kept his tone low so only I would be able to hear his voice, "Did you like when I put my hands here," his palms gripped my ass again, and I choked on the sound that threatened to come out, I prayed that Bucky and Sam were oblivious to what was happening under my comforter, "Besides your heart, and your brain," Steve chuckled, massaging my ass as he half-heartedly listened to whatever Sam and Bucky were arguing about, I tuned them out minutes ago, "Your ass is one of my favorite parts about you."