Fandom: MCU
Pairing: Steve Rogers x female
Words: 644

Note: This one transitions right into Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower?.

The barely there sunlight woke him. Sunrise must have been only minutes away. He stretched a bit and then looked at the figure lying next to him. She was lying on her back, head towards him and hair fanning out around her, both arms above her head, fingers moving a little bit with whatever she was dreaming.

Steve gazed at her for a few moments, he could swear on his life there was no one or nothing more beautiful in the entire universe. He resisted the urge to pull her to him and instead rolled around and out of bed. A whimper came from her at his movements. Turning around, he saw a slight frown on her face and then she began curling in on herself. He knew how much she loved his body heat, so he moved to pull the thick duvet over her body, tucking it under her chin.

"I love you," he whispered quietly, pressing one quick chaste kiss to her forehead, then headed to the bathroom to get ready for his run.

It was a beautiful, crisp morning, the sun rising over Avengers Compound. The growing daylight causing the lightly frosted ground to glitter. Steve didn't want to run for too long, it was Sunday and he wanted to just be lazy with his girl, but he would at least run until he worked up a sweat. He was sure he had time for that before she woke up.

Steve ran around the compound twice, then a bit down the road to a forest path he enjoyed, and then back for another two laps around the compound and finished off inside the gym, running who knows how many laps. By the time he made it home, he had indeed worked up a sweat.

His girl was nowhere to be seen in the kitchen or living area, and when he sauntered into the bedroom, she was still sleeping. She had uncurled from her foetal position, but the duvet was still nice and securely tucked around her. Steve unzipped his jacket and threw it into the hamper followed by his sweaty shirt, intent on taking a quick shower before making them breakfast, but the sound – almost moan – that came from her, had him grinning and falling to his knees on the floor in front of her.

She was just close enough to the edge that he only had to lean forward a little bit to place a kiss on her forehead. The sound came again and Steve could swear his heart did a somersault. He couldn't help himself and placed another kiss on her nose. It scrunched up so adorably in response. Her lips were next, and his kiss was chaste and quick, but still long enough for her breathing to change. She had woken up.

"Hi," she said groggily, but her eyes were still closed.

"Good morning," Steve replied in a whisper.

"Indeed." She took a deep breath and her tongue darted out to wet her lips. Steve's eyes snapped to her lips, and his tongue copied hers automatically. Then he leaned in for another kiss. Nothing chaste about this one, he pressed against her perfect lips, hands moving to cup her face, tongue tasting her bottom lip. She didn't hesitate to let him in and it quickly escalated, Steve nearly climbing up the bed to hover over her.

Her hands landed on his chest and moved up his neck, and then she scrambled away to his side of the bed. "Ew! You're sweaty!"

Steve just pouted, landing back to sit on his heels. She wiped her hands on his pillow. "Doll! Now I have to change the pillowcase!"

She just blew him a raspberry.

"Fine, I'll go shower." He winked at her and stood up, the rest of his clothes being pulled off and marking his path to the bathroom.