Imagining Steve

Morning Breath

[A/N]
my friend and I RP on occasion and she sent me this during an RP once.
I cried.
Steve: I smile a little bit wider and peck the tip of her nose, completely speechless. The way she says those three words is enough to bring me to my knees.

Just imagine that for a moment. Steve on his f-ing knees in front of you. Steve fallen to his knees because he's in such awe, and is just so in love with you.

Anyways, this is just a nice little one shot, it's just one of the random scenarios in my head about Mr. USA

It made me smile to write it, and I hope at least one person out there will enjoy it.
[A/N]

I padded around the apartment, yawning lazily. I didn't want to get up since it was a Saturday morning. But the stupid sun had decided to wake me up, and so I was awake. There was no going back to sleep now.

I sighed wishing I could go back to bed, making my way across the hardwood floor and into the tiled kitchen. I was about to start making myself breakfast when my doorbell rung. I panicked, I was still in my scanty pajamas and hadn't showered yet. I debated for a moment, and finally chose to walk to the door. I opened it, and looked up to see Steve Rogers.

I was now both relieved, and even more embarrassed. Normally when I saw my fiancée I was already showered, and dressed in at least sweats. Right now I was in booty shorts and a rather revealing white tank top(not to mention the black bra). I winced internally, knowing that we were both extremely reserved, modest people. This was going to be a source of embarrassment for weeks.

"He-Hey Steve." I tried to say casually, leaning against my front door attempting to move past my surprise, stuttering once despite my best attempts at normal behavior. Luckily, I was always stuttering around my superhero Fiancé, so it probably seemed normal-ish.

He looked both amused and embarrassed. I took the amused part as a good sign, we were going to be married in a only 2 months, and he'd soon have to get used to seeing me in my unconventional PJs.

"Hey." His face was slightly red, and he struggled to remain casual as well. "Do you mind if I.. Uhm..." He trailed off of his question distracted, his turquoise eyes flickering from my gaze to my body. I shook my head to signal that I didn't mind.

"Come on in, do you mind waiting in the living room or wherever you want, while I shower and change real quick?" I stifled a laugh at his distraction, willing to change to avoid embarrassing him further. I didn't mind that he was seeing me in ridiculously revealing clothing, I was actually rather pleased that I was flustering him so much.

But I didn't want him to be uncomfortable, and I was afraid he might leave. So in that light I'd happily change into something more appropriate. Call us old fashioned if you must, but I also wasn't going to ditch my traditional upbringings just because I was pleased he thought I was attractive.

I mean, sure, he'd told me that I was beautiful, gorgeous, and on (very)few(not enough) occasions, sexy. I knew he was attracted to me.

But seeing him so visibly effected was admittedly enjoyable.

The better part of me wanted to save him further embarrassment, but the other part of me reeeeeeaally wanted him to join me in the shower. I felt my cheeks heat at just the thought.

"Of course." He seemed eager to excuse himself from my immediate company given the circumstances. I opened the door wider, stepping aside to let him in. He stepped inside, moving past me towards my living room, making an obvious effort to look away from my body.