Fandom: MCU
Pairing: Sam Wilson x Female
Words: 587

Prompt/summary:
Lazy morning with Sam. Lots of touching and kissing. Dedicated to @iguess-theyre-mymess, as is everything I write with Sam.

How can she smell so good? Sam thought as he nuzzled her neck, breathing in the scent of her skin and her hair, the smell of her shampoo lingering after last night's shower. Feeling his chest squeeze with emotion, he pulled her carefully closer, not ready for her to wake up yet. He just wanted to enjoy and admire her sleeping form a bit.

She fit so perfectly against his body, her back against his chest. Her legs were bent slightly at the knees and his own knees fit right into the angle she made. Sam resisted the urge to lay his hand on her breast, and settled for resting it against her stomach instead, feeling the smooth skin there.

His lips moved without him meaning to, and they kissed her naked shoulder. She let out a breathy sound and stirred a bit. Letting his lips do what they want, they began dropping soft kisses all along her shoulder, and down to her neck, as far as they could go before her hair got in the way.

"Sam?" she enquired, her voice gritty with sleep, but he could hear the smile on her lips. "What are you doing?"

"Kissing you," he answered against her skin. "Didn't mean to wake you."

She turned in his arms, and looked up at him with those beautiful eyes that never failed to melt him. "I don't mind being awakened by this."

"I wanted you to sleep a bit longer, but I couldn't help myself."

There was that smile that made his heart beat faster. And one of her hands reached up and touched his cheek. She was so warm. Sam leaned into it and closed his eyes. Then her hand snaked up and back to his neck, bringing him closer. She raised her head a bit, and their lips met. It was chaste and quick, and Sam dropped his head down to nuzzle her again. But she hummed in annoyance, and he connected their lips again.'

Even though he was hard, it was morning after all, it wasn't a rush to do something about that. He was more than content with leaning over her, impossibly close, kissing her. She did rub her thigh against him a couple of times, as his hardness pressed against her. It was their weekend, and Sam decided they had more than enough time to take care of that later.

Her hands played with the hair at the nape of his neck. It was getting a bit long, and he had contemplated trimming it, but the feeling of her playing with it made him decide it was no rush.

Air soon became a necessity and Sam pulled away, taking a deep breath, causing her to chuckle. He smiled too, carding his hand through her hair. "Take my breath away, why don't you..." She stuck out her tongue, and he dived down to kiss her neck in punishment. He knew just the spots to make her melt in his arms, and the spots that tickled the most. Sam went for the latter now, one hand wiggling its fingers against her waist. She laughed out loud, writhing beneath him.

"Sam! Please stop!"

"You don't stick out your tongue to me, babe!"

Her giggles filled the room, and the only sound Sam loved more was the whimpers she made when he made her come undone.

"Samuel," giggle, "Thomas," giggle, "Wilson!"

He paused for a moment, eyes full of mischief staring into her.

"Kiss me instead, bastard."

"As you wish, love."