Fandom: MCU
Pairing: Steve Rogers x female, mention of Natasha Romanoff
Words: 493
"I had a good time, Steve," I said as we walked into the elevator, smiling at him as he pressed the button to move us up.
He blushed a bit. "Good. I had a good time too." There was something about the way he said it that indicated he had wanted to say more but held himself back. I had a feeling what it was about because I was wondering too, but I gave him a few moments if he wanted to bring it up. Instead, he asked if I had picked a movie yet for movie night, it had become my turn to decide.
"Not yet. I'm wondering if I should make you all watch one the franchises I'm a fan of, even if Natasha claims she will die of boredom." The elevator reached our destination and we stepped out. "I could do one movie each time it's my turn, but I might end up being banned from planning movie night."
"I'm sure you wouldn't!"
"I'm pretty sure I would." I chuckled.
"Well, if that's the case," he nudged me slightly with his elbow, "I'll gladly watch the movie with you and the others can sit there and watch whatever they want."
I stopped outside my door, and I looked up at him, his blue eyes shining. "Or you and I could watch those movies anyway, and still go to movie nights with the others." I was honing in on the subject I felt hung in the air earlier.
"I'd like that," he said, his voice almost a whisper. He was standing very close. "If we watch some of the movies I want to watch, but the others don't."
"An ultimatum, Steve Rogers? I would have never thought..."
He just raised an eyebrow cheekily, and it was such a far step from the stumbling, nervous and shy man he had been at the start of our date.
"I accept," I said.
Steve grinned and began talking about something, but I couldn't hear a word. He was so close and that smile was so bright and his eyes so blue, even in the dim lighting of the hallway. I watched his lips move and I had been wanting this for so long and he'd been so sweet and wonderful all night, and I just...
Before I could think twice about it, I laid my hands on his chest and leaned up, my lips pressing against his. He seemed to freeze, but I moved my hands, almost making a grabbing motion on his shirt, and he responded. His arms went around my waist and pulled me to him, deepening the kiss and I hummed. It was everything I had hoped it would be, and then some.
After a long moment, but not nearly long enough, he pulled back, leaning his forehead against mine.
"Sorry, I couldn't help myself," I whispered. My lips were tingling.
"I'm not complaining." And he leaned in for another one.