Sunflower

39

"I'm ganna hit the shower," I whispered, before getting off his lap.

He smirked, and I knew why. "Mind if I join?" he asked looking me up and down, licking his lips.

"Not at all," I whispered, vanishing behind the bathroom door.

He heard the shower tap open, and immediately stood up, walking to me. When he entered the bathroom, I had already completely soaked my body under the shower head. My hair hung over my shoulders as I rinsed off my body.

Steve smirked, getting into the shower with me, closing the glass door behind him. I turned to him, being surprised by a kiss. He slid his one hand onto my cheek and the other around my waist. I got pushed against the wall, my hips pulled against his groin and his lips against mine. My back was arched, and my hand was on his cheek.

The water fell over both our heads and in between our faces, making our passionate kiss more enjoyable. He pulled me away from the wall and direct under the shower head, making the hot water soak us more.

He traced his hands down my arms and waists, to my thighs, immediately pulling me up to sit around his waist. I giggled, tracing my hands into his hair, suddenly looking down to him.

"You look hotter from this view," he laughed, holding my waist tightly.

I giggled, pulling my soaking hair out of my face. "Well, I don't mind having to look down to you," I whispered, leaning a bit down, crashing my lips into his.

Suddenly I felt a sharp pain on my wound, making me screech in pain. In panic, Steve dropped me to my feet and turned off the war water.

"It's just the sudden heat," he said, cupping my cheeks. "Let's get you to bed. You need rest now."

He pulled a towel of the rack outside the shower and wrapped it around me, before lifting me up under my legs and arms. Gently he carried me to the chair in front of my vanity, placing me down on it. I held my hand over the wound, still feeling the sharp pain. Steve grabbed his shirt off the floor and handed it to me, allowing me to pull it on. He pulled a pair of underwear out of my drawer, handing it to me.

He stood behind me with another towel, suddenly drying my hair. I looked at him in the vanity mirror, seeing him focus on my hair as he tried to tie it up in a little bun.

"Thanks Steve," I whispered, giving him a soft smile.

He bent down in front me and smiled. "It's okay princess, I'll stay the night."

I smiled a bit brighter but kept it soft. He helped me up and took me to the bed. He let me lay down comfortable, covering me with a blanket. I felt my body shiver as he laid down in front of me, looking at me in the eyes.

I closed my eyes, rinsing out the pain in the wound, which was hopefully going to feel better the next day.

~

Someone's warm breath flew over my forehead. I slowly opened my eyes, feeling someone's arms around me. In front of me I saw Steve's bare chest, with me laying tightly against it. I barely moved my one arm, when Steve woke up, opening his eyes.

"Oh, I didn't mean to wake you!" I whispered, seeing him move himself to sit up.

"Don't worry," he whispered in a deep morning voice, almost sending me into a complete abys.

I sat up, wiping the sleep off my eyes. I yawned, stretching my arms wide. Steve suddenly wrapped his arms around my torso, from behind, and pulled me to sit on his lap. I giggled, turning my head to meet his eyes.

"How's the wound?" he asked with a caring tone, his eyes looking up at the cut.

I lift my hand, feeling the scar has dried up a bit, and the pain had stopped. I smiled at Steve. "A lot better, almost like it's no longer there," I joked, making him laugh. He leaned a bit forward, lips approaching mine. Merely millimeters before they reached, Steve's phone rang, grabbing his attention. He reached for it, and I got off his lap and stood up. He lifted it to his ear, answering it.

"Yes, Tony?" he asked as I walked into the kitchen, getting myself a glass of water.

When I turned around, Steve was leaning against the frame of the door, looking at me. I noticed he was shirtless, but he already wore his jeans and belt.

"You have to go?" I asked, noting his phone in his hands.

He sighed. "Unfortunately. There's a thing going down in Queens and Tony wants a few of us to go," he said, pushing himself to stand again.

"Need me to come? I can help?" I asked, putting my glass of water down on the counter in front of me, looking at him.

"No," he denied. "He doesn't need everyone, and you could get a worse head injury."

I smiled. "Who is going then?" I asked, leaning against the counter.

"Me, Tony, Parker, Natasha, Thor, Vision and Wanda," he said out of memory. He walked forward, standing across the counter from me.

I sighed. Natasha, Wanda, and I were supposed to get drinks soon, well tonight.

"Well, you should be off then," I joked, while pulling his shirt off me and handing it to him.

He smiled, pulling the shirt on. "I'll see you around the compound," he said, before suddenly grabbing my chin, lifting it up and giving me a kiss.

Without saying anything else, he grabbed his keys off the little table next to the door, and fled out the hotel room, shutting the door behind him. I gave a chuckle, before heading to my bedroom. I pulled on a pair of jeans and a loose dark brown shirt. Brushed my teeth and combed out my hair. I blow dried it properly, as it was still a bit damp. I wrapped it up and pinned it with a loose hair pin.

Breakfast was simple, some toast with avocado and peppers. The rest of the day I huddled myself up in my bed with a book under my nose. I knew I wasn't quite in the mood for the shops, but I did want a drink.