Fandom: MCU
Pairing: Steve Rogers x female
Words: 824

Whimpering. Groaning. Rustling of fabric. Something was after me! Fear filled me and I tried to run away, but it was all darkness around me. Panic at going blind made me scream...

My eyes flew open and I gasped, choking on the dream-scream, heart pounding in my chest. Like it was trudging through quicksand, my brain processed my surroundings, I wasn't blind. Dark ceiling, the small round shapes of the downlights, currently off.

Another groan made me snap my head around to Steve lying on his back next to me. It had been his whimpers and moans, not mine. My eyes had adjusted enough to see the moonlight making the sheen of sweat on his forehead shine, some of his hair clung to his temples. He made another sound, anguish all over his face.

My heart broke. I knew Steve had nightmares from time to time, it was the reason why he had been hesitant at first to us sleeping in the same bed, fearing what he could do in his sleep. Not even considering the fact that I was more than capable of taking care of myself should he get violent. And of course, it had to happen now, the first time we decided to spend the entire night together.

I shifted so I was facing him. "JARVIS," I whispered. "Can you turn on the lights but dim them halfway?"

The A.I. didn't respond, thankfully, but did as I asked.

"Thanks," I mumbled and moved a bit closer to Steve. His brows were furrowed, lips parted and breaths coming out quick and shallow. "Steve?" I tried.

He moaned. My eyed widened. I knew that moan.

"Steve?" I said again.

He whimpered my name. No, this was definitely not a nightmare. And in the corner of my eye, I saw it. The blanket making a nice tent above his boner. Smiling, I reached out to push the sweaty hair away from his temples. I wasn't sure if I wanted him to wake up.

When his moans came faster and more desperate, I knew I didn't want him to wake up. My name slipped from his lips again, breathlessly, and then there was a long drawn out groan. His eyes snapped open just as mine moved to the lovely tent, seeing the wet spot growing there.

"Oh god." If ever one could hear embarrassment in a voice, this was it. I looked back up at my boyfriend and saw the blood rush from his boner to his face. He laid his arm over his eyes. "Oh god oh god oh god."

"What's wrong?" I asked amusedly, sliding my arm across his chest, kissing his shoulder.

"This is so embarrassing," he muttered.

"Why?"

"Why?!" He lifted his arm to look at me, but it seemed he was too embarrassed to look for long. "Waking you up by having a wet dream. This is so wrong."

"You said my name, didn't you? I think it's sweet." I snuggled closer to him, but he moved away.

"I need to clean up." He sat up and grabbed the blanket, leaving me without one.

"Hey! Blanket!"

Without a word, he stood up and wrapped it around his hips, suddenly shy about letting me see him naked. He went to the closet, pulled out a new one and tossed it onto the bed, then found a pair of boxers and strode into the bathroom.

I heard him turn the water on. And for a long time, the sound of it was the only thing I could hear. Worry began to creep into my mind and I was wondering if maybe I should go back to my own room, but then he finally turned it off and came back out again, red boxers on. He went to turn off the lights and then came back to bed.

"You okay?" I asked, facing him.

"Yeah." He stared up at the ceiling. "Just thoroughly embarrassed, but so glad it wasn't a nightmare."

"Don't be embarrassed. I'm flattered you have wet dreams about me even when I'm here with you. Even after the fun we had tonight."

"That's super soldier restitution for you. Let's go back to sleep." He raised his arm, signalling for me to come closer.

I scooted as close as I could, sliding my arm over his chest and nuzzling his neck. He wrapped both arms around me, and the entire situation had something bubbling up inside me. He had been vulnerable, embarrassed, seemed almost cross with me for a while, but when he didn't kick me out and instead wanted to snuggle again... I had known this for a while, and I felt bold in the darkness of the room. It was time. "I love you, Steve Rogers," I whispered against his skin. "I love you." I emphasised it by kissing his shoulder.

He sighed deeply and it sounded like he chuckled, but I couldn't be sure. "I love you too."