Fandom: MCU
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female
Words: 557

Prompt/summary:
Lazy morning with Steve. He ditches his morning run, and spends the morning snuggling his girlfriend.

She made a small sound that was almost a moan, before she turned around and her arm fell across Steve's stomach. A hum of satisfaction slipped from her as she snuggled closer into his comforting warmth.

"Good morning, doll," Steve said, smiling down at the sleepy female and her absolutely wild bedhead.

"Morning," she mumbled.

Steve moved onto his side and reached around her to pull her even closer. Then one of his hands began running slowly up and down her back.

"Cold." Her voice was muffled from being squished against his chest. Steve reached down and pulled the duvet up and over her back, before resuming his stroking on her back. "Been awake long?" she asked.

"I woke up literally ten seconds before you. Was thinking of going for a run."

"Nooo," she whined. "Keep me warm."

He chuckled and kissed her forehead, then leaned his cheek against her hair. "No run today."

"Good."

For several long moments they just laid there. It didn't take long though, before Steve felt her melt in his arms and heard her breathing change. She had fallen asleep again. He resisted the urge to chuckle, not wanting to wake her. Instead, he leaned carefully back a bit to look at her as she was snuggled against him.

There were creases from her pillow on her cheek, and her hair was a tangled mess from having rubbed against the pillow all night. It was the most adorable sight he had ever seen, and he leaned down to kiss one the creases on her cheek. She barely stirred, only the hand resting under her chin twitched a bit.

Steve took his time to look at her. He already had her memorised from all the hours he spent admiring her before they started dating, and then the hours he had spent looking at her and worshipping her body after they got together. He knew every line and curve, every scar and bump, every perfect imperfection. Every little thing that made her her. He pulled on the memories when he was on missions without her, when she was on missions without him.

His hand slid away from her back and instead his fingers followed the smooth skin over her upper arm, across her shoulder, and then to her cheek.

A sleepy sigh slipped from her, and her lips drew into a small smile. "What're you doin'?"

"Admiring my beautiful girlfriend." Steve cupped her cheek and his thumb grazed the edge of her smile.

Her hand moved a bit, and he was sure she would have slapped him playfully on the arm if she had been more awake.

Not deterred at all by her waking up, Steve leaned down to kiss her nose, once, twice, three times, causing her to giggle. His hand stroked over into her hair, he knew better than to card his fingers through it, they'd have to cut off her hair to free him.

"I like this," she muttered barely audible, and turned her head a fraction. He understood her meaning, placing his lips on hers. The hand on her hair moved back, and held her firm against him. Her hands unclenched from under her chin and moved against his skin, almost trying to grab a hold of him.

He pulled back a fraction and spoke against her lips. "Me too."