Steve Rogers One Shots

Out on the Boardwalk

Steve had insisted that you come out for a walk. It was kinda chilly for June, but you let him drag you out to the waterfront anyway. His hand didn't leave yours the whole way over, but you didn't mind.

"Why didn't you want to leave?" He looks down at you with a little frown.

"I was just a little tired, with the training Nat put me through this morning, I thought I would die." You smile and look down, hearing Steve suck in some air through his teeth.

"Shoot! I totally forgot, you're training for your final exam. Do you want to go back?" He stops and your linked fingers tug you to a stop.

"It's fine, I needed some fresh air anyway."

So you two walk in silence, taking in the cold air and twinkling lights across the water, belonging to a passenger boat. Steve talks about what to expect, going over basic maneuvers. You laugh and assure him that you'll be fine. "Just enjoy the fresh air."

Steve stops by the thick railing lining the walkways around the bay and leans on it. You join him and lean on his arm, shivering at the close proximity to the gusty, frigid winds that accompany the waters below.

"Here." Steve pulls off his brown leather jacket and places it over your shoulders, and immediately warmth spreads through you.  It's not from the jacket, though.

You laugh at the thought and Steve looks at you with an amused smirk. "What, too cliché?"

"No..no! It's perfect," you stumble over your words, trying to regain the serene bliss you had felt a moment before, but Steve does it for you.

He helps you shrug yourself into the jacket, then spins you around to face the water. His chest presses against your back and you let you head loll onto his shoulder, your eyes closed. His hot breaths make your neck tingle, and you lift your head to watch the sun set, the fiery orb disappearing, melting, into the horizon. The interchanging pinks, purples, and oranges are magnificent, and a content sigh escapes your mouth.

Steve nuzzles into your neck, and you spasm away from him when he brushes the sensitive dip in your shoulder.

"That tickles, Steve, stop!"  You giggle when he presses his face further into the crook of your neck, this time leaving a sizzling kiss and letting his lips wander the expanse of the exposed skin.

You feel his hands grip your hips and he turns you so he can make his way to your cheeks, your nose, and, finally, your lips.  He uses the railing to balance you against his body, and his lips shimmy between yours so they're overlapping, and so he can better play with the soft skin.

You feel an insistence vibrating in against your hip, and you try to get lost in Steve until is seems to get louder and more intense.

"That's probably for me..."

Steve moves back, and leans against your forehead, pressing the phone against his ear while letting his hands stroke at your cheeks.  He lets out hmhm's and okay's once in a while, but once he's ended the call his lips are back on yours, his fingers winding into your hair.

"Steve...mmh...Steve, we should go back.  Oh, jeez..."  Steve slips a hand down to your hips and pulls you flush against him, effectively erasing any previous thoughts.  

"They can wait.  I have better things to do."

"Like what?"

"Well, for starters, I'd like to do you."