Imagining Steve

Makeup {Breakup P2}

This one is kinda short but I just wanted to publish a cute little fluffy story before I went to sleep.

You sat in your kitchen eating your broken heart out. You were only sipping at a milkshake, which honestly wasn't so bad compared to the things your friends ate when they were crying over their lost loves.

You were starting to regret every part of that stupid voice message. It had been impulsive and stupid and you wanted to take it back. You loved Steve and missed him so so much. You didn't know what you were going to do now. You didn't know where he was, you didn't know how to find him, but you wanted too.

So here you were wallowing in your despair and stupidity. You'd tried reading Twilight and listening to music. You'd tried watching Twilight(Edward was the perfect gentleman and reminded you of Steve), you'd gone on a Disney marathon. When all of your favorite things only made you feel worse you gave up and started eating ice cream and sitting there staring into the wall dejectedly.

You heard a quiet knock on the front door that pulled you out of your mixed thoughts and panicked. You were in ratty pajamas and probably looked like a horrible mess. You put the milkshake down and headed for the door, when you realized you couldn't change into something better quick enough to answer the door.

You walked over to the door, unlocked it, and opened it. Lo and behold, there stood the last person you thought could ever show up right now, Steve.

Your mouth fell open as you took in his sorry state. He had cuts and bruises all over his face and neck and you nearly cried out in shock. He was in a heavy green jacket and dirty khakis, and a duffel bag was slung over your shoulders. He looked injured and broken and he looked down at you with the most wistful gaze you had ever seen. His turquoise eyes were what tipped you over the edge. They stared into your's and looked completely repentant.

"[y/n] I'm so sorry I-" he began to apologize but you threw your arms around his neck and started to cry before he could even really start speaking.

"I missed you! Where've you been? I've been worried sick, what on Earth happened to you?!" You let out a flurry of words as you clung to him and tucked your face into his neck. You felt your own tears stream down your cheeks as you clung to him. You felt his strong arms wrap around you, and although he had looked beaten and tired he held you tightly to him.

"I haven't had any time. Fury's had me working nonstop. " Steve's voice was filled with new strength as he held you close.

"You're here now," You told him through your tears and you hid your face in his neck. "That's what counts."

"There's no excuse for the way I've treated-" you had already had enough of his apologies. You just wanted the two of you to be happy. You could see that he was worse for wear, and you trusted that he was telling the truth about Director Fury.

You leaned up and pressed your lips against his just to shut him up. He stopped talking. His arms pulled you closer, and his lips responded to yours. He deepened the kiss and you eagerly kissed back, realizing just how much you'd missed him.

"I love you." He broke the kiss, smiled down at you, and caressed the side of your face with his fingers, his hand was rough and warm. You reached up and put your hand on his and looked up into his eyes.

"I love you too." You'd yearned to hear these words in person for weeks and you'd pined away wishing for the feeling of his hands brushing across your face.

"Um... Do you want to come in?" You offered, stepping out of his arms and pulling him into your apartment. You shut the door and stepped closer to him again. He'd dropped his duffel by the door and slipped his shoes off. He'd learned long ago that you had a "no shoes all around the apartment" rule.

"Do you want to stay for a few days?" You offered. You was honestly a little surprised at your confidence in asking him, you were normally a lot more conservative in your relationship. But you figured it was time for a change.

He looked pretty surprised too.

"If you wouldn't- if you wouldn't mind." He stuttered and slipped his jacket off, you smiled to see that you weren't alone in your nervousness.

"I don't mind." I looked up at him with a small smile. "Besides, it'll give us a chance to watch Star Trek."