Rules of Friendship | 18+

𝘚𝘪𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 ♡

𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦

➵➵➵➵➵➵➵♡➵➵➵➵➵➵➵

I groaned when a body laid on top of mine.

I knew exactly who it was, always did. So instead of opening my eyes, I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling Serenity closer to me. "You don't have to come to these," Serenity spoke against the skin of my throat, and I grinned, turning my head slightly just to kiss her forehead. She was wearing one of my shirts, and a pair of jean shorts hugged her hips and the curve of her ass beautifully, but I was focused on that S pendant I gave her, I could feel the chilled metal against my shirt. She was on her final night of rehearsals before the opening night of the show, and if I had to hear her sing Honey, Honey one more time I might scream, but then I saw the grin on her face as she pranced around the stage, and it made everything worth it. I would see this play a million times if it meant I got to see that smile.

"And miss spending time with my favorite person?" I hummed, pushing Serenity up slightly, just enough to kiss her softly, and her body went languid in my palms, I loved that about her. She gave herself fully to me every time, "I don't think so."

"Couldn't convince Bucky and Sam to come with you?"

I grinned, seeing her mirror it immediately, "As much as I love spending time with them baby, sometimes I just want you to myself. I share you with them enough."

It was true, sometimes I just wanted the moments when Serenity was fully mine, where her attention was on me only. It was rare, especially with all of us staying in the same place, but I soaked in every minute, every glorious minute of Serenity on me, in my arms. She was my favorite person, that wasn't a lie, she has been forever, and that's never changed, it never would. Even if this relationship didn't work out, there would be no one that could replace Serenity for me, not my love for her, not my want of her, not the comfort she provides me. I tried to find it in other people but was never successful, and now, I didn't want to be successful, I had every single thing I wanted in a spouse, wrapped up in Serenity.

Serenity sat back on her heels, with her thighs spread over my hips, and linked her fingers with mine. I knew what she was thinking, she never stopped. So I offered my other hand, letting her play with my fingers as she figured out how to string her words together, but before she could my name was yelled across the park, and I winced, recognizing the sound anywhere. Peggy Carter, ex-girlfriend, the aunt of my other ex-girlfriend, and the biggest headache I've ever had. Serenity pushed off of me, creating space, "Serenity, wait baby-"

"Steve!" I cringed when a voice from Malibu College surrounded me, fuck, now was not the time to have my past relationships come to haunt me. Especially when my relationship with Serenity was so unsteady, so new. Her name was Mallory, and she was sweet, I fucked her a couple of times after a party, she's always wanted more, but I was committed enough to my relationship, Peggy knew I slept with other people, but I was with her most the time, and it seems she's brought my past to haunt Serenity, because when I glanced at Serenity, she looked like a kicked puppy, tucking her knees under her chin. "You must be Serenity," Mallory smiled sweetly, but Serenity flinched, she always did, she knew when people weren't being sincere. "You never mentioned that she looked so scared all the time Steve. She really is like your little sister."

Jesus, not now, please. If there is a God out there, come swallow me up, because Serenity had a tremble to her hands, I only knew because she was sitting on them.

"Mallory," I cleared my throat, sitting up so I could shield Serenity a bit, I knew it was worthless, but I still needed to try, "I didn't know you were coming to New York."