Steve Rogers One Shots

Walkin' in a Winter Wonderland

Gone away, is the blue bird
Here to stay, is the new bird
He sings a love song,
As we go along,
Walkin' in a winter wonderland

The radio speakers played one of your favorite songs as you sat at the dining table, your fingers wrapped around a mug of hot chocolate.  There was already a good 3 feet of snow outside, small flakes still showering down outside of Steve's apartment.  

The blizzard last night almost convinced you to stay at headquarters, but Steve had insisted you crash at his place.  It was a lot closer and he had plenty of room.  You were still wearing the sweatshirt he gave you.  It was so big it came down to mid-thigh, the sleeves going far past your finger tips. 

You and Steve had stayed over at each other's places before.  He would always take you in his arms once alone with you, and he loved the scent of your hair.  Cuddling was his favorite past time.

You hear a creak behind you and see him rubbing his eye while the other hand rests on the brass doorknob.

"Good morning, sleepy-head."  You rest your cup on the table and walk over to him, tugging the sweatshirt down even though you knew it was covering you just fine.

"Good morning beautiful."  His voice was still heavy with sleep, low like a baritone and rough like gravel.  You loved his voice like that.

"Hungry?"  You wrap your arms around his upper torso and rest your head on his shoulder.  Steve drapes his arms over yours and showers your face with kisses.

"Steve, stop!  I'm ticklish," you giggle, trying to pull away.

"I know," he chuckles, whipping around to press you against the wall, his lips running down your neck.  You laugh and press your hands against his chest.

"Go brush your teeth, I'm warming up waffles."  You finally push his face away only to have his lips crash into yours.

"Mmm, Steve...Go!"  You laugh and push him through the door, slapping his back.

"I'm going, I'm going!  Just let me have some fun," he grumbles, giving you a playful pout before strolling off to the bathroom.

You can't stop giggling as you prepare breakfast, throwing some strawberries and whipped cream on top before setting it on the table.  You plop back down and bring the warm drink to your lips, savoring the heat as it runs down your front and into your tummy.

Steve finally walks back out, his face fresh but his hair messier than ever.  You giggle when you see it's state, blushing when Steve smiles down at you and bends over to press his lips to your forehead, getting a whiff of your hair before sitting down to the hot meal.

"So what's the plan for today?"  You peek over the rim of your mug to see Steve's eyes roll back in pleasure.

"Let me enjoy this amazing breakfast, and then you can ask me."  He grins up at you before scooping another bite into his mouth.

"I'm glad you like it."  After draining your cup, you place it in the sink and pull out the hot coffee pot and pour it into a separate mug.  Setting it down next to his plate, you lock your arms around Steve's shoulders and stand there behind him, your cheek resting on the top of his head.

Steve finishes the food, so you reach for the empty plate before Steve holds your arms to his chest.

"I'll get it, don't worry.  Just stay here."  He leans back into your shoulder, his muscles loose and heavy against your frame.  Your lips find his, and you can taste the remnants of the whipped cream on his mouth.