I'm Not Yours

18. Give Your Heart A Break

"Don't wanna break your heart, wanna give your heart a break. I know you're scared it's wrong like you might make a mistake."

Hmm...

The shifting of the bed starts to tug at my senses and I slowly start to come into consciousness. I feel fingers trailing along the bare skin of my stomach before I'm suddenly pulled against something firm. There's a moment of stillness and my mind almost goes back to sleep, but it's far enough over the edge that I start to wake up instead.

I start to stir and then I hear some quiet shushing before feeling gentle kisses along my back. But what was probably an attempt to get me to go back to sleep now has jolted my senses as I remember whose bed I'm in.

Shit...Steve.

My mind panics for a moment as I think back yesterday morning, waking up alone, confused, and feeling like I did something wrong. But considering that instead of an empty bed, I feel Steve's hand gently caressing my skin, this morning is already starting differently.

"Good morning." I softly say, still feeling a little unsure about this.

But the satisfied noise that Steve lets out starts to rid the uncertainty. "Hmmm...yes it is." he whispers and then pulls me closer to him.

No surprise...he's hard.

I shift so that I can lay on my back and look up at him, and despite my still slightly groggy state he seems fully awake. I feel his hand on my cheek, his touch awakening all my senses, and the sleepy fog of the morning quickly lifts as he gently caresses me.

As soon as Steve sees that I'm fully awake he leans in, brushing his lips against mine once before starting to kiss me. Without even thinking I slide my hand into his hair pulling him closer, the idea that maybe we shouldn't be doing this only coming in as an afterthought.

But I kiss him back, reveling in feeling wanted instead of rejected. Steve's hands slide down until he can get his fingers under my shirt. He flattens his hands out, touching as much of me as he can while he shifts his body until he's on top of me.

Both our breaths are picking up and this is heading in a direction it definitely shouldn't. And once his lips leave mine and start to head towards my neck, I manage to get through the horny haze and get my brain to respond. "Easy Roger's." I say in a slightly breathless tone. "We broke enough rules yesterday."

He runs his lips against my throat and for a second I forget what I was saying, letting out a soft sigh. I feel a satisfied smile against my skin. "That was yesterday." he says, starting to make his way towards my chest. "And I think we can make an exception for today."

I look down and see him give me a devilish smirk before he puts his mouth over my breast, the fabric of my shirt doing nothing to keep the sensation of his teeth grazing my nipple. I can't help but moan as I arch my body towards him, wanting to protest when he starts to move lower. But when his hand starts grazing the inside of my thigh I get an idea of where he's intending to take this.

"S-Steve." I say as I feel his lips on my stomach. "Should we do this without..."

I hear him let out a soft chuckle as he brings a hand back up, sliding it under the waistband of my shorts. "I already asked him, he said it was okay...today at least."

I'm sorry, he what?!

"You asked Bucky if you could–" My words are cut off as he runs a finger between my legs, making me momentarily forget what I was even thinking about. "Ah fuck." I moan out, my hips have a mind of their own as they grind against his touch.