Fandom: MCU
Pairing: Steve Rogers x female, mention of Tony Stark
Words: 588

Note: This is a direction continuation of Who kisses the other awake in the morning?.

Steve stopped by the bathroom door and turned around, facing me in all his naked glory. "Coming?"

I chewed my lips, pretending to consider. "I don't know... You made me touch your sweaty self."

"You don't seem to mind my sweat when I'm chasing your fifth orgasm." But he shrugged and disappeared into the bathroom.

I felt a shiver run down my spine and I swear my core tried to clench around something that wasn't there. When I heard the water running, I slipped out of bed, picked up his clothes and threw them away, then entered the bathroom. Steve was already behind the glass door, head bent back to soak his hair.

"What took you so long?" he asked when I stepped inside.

"Someone had to pick up your laundry."

"It's Sunday, I can pick up my laundry tomorrow." Steve stepped aside to let me have a go at the water, while he worked the 2-in-1 shampoo and body wash into his hair and all over his body.

"It is Sunday," I said, head bent back and eyes closed, completely soaking myself.

"Wanna make dinner together later or should we order in?" Steve asked, motioning for me to switch places with him.

"Pretty sure we have leftovers from yesterday." I shivered from not being under the warm water but took the moment to give Steve a good once-over, the water and suds cascading down his impossibly chiselled body. "I don't wanna dress up for anything today, not for cooking and not even to have something delivered. Just wanna wear as little clothes as I can with you all day."

Ignoring him as he paused for a second to look at me, I began shampooing my hair, smirking slightly.

"Leftovers it is. But what if Tony has eaten it all by dinner time?" We switched places again. "You know how he is when hungover."

"You're gonna have to go sneak it out of the fridge when you're dried off."

"Me? Why can't you? If Tony catches you stealing food, he won't mind. Me on the other hand..."

"You want Tony to see me in just my black lace panties?" I stopped rinsing for a moment to look him in the eyes and emphasise my point. Something flashed in his blue eyes, and I smirked again. "Told you I wanted to wear as little clothes as possible today. Conditioner, please." I held out my hand as I let the water pressure rinse out the rest of the shampoo.

Without a word, he handed me the bottle. He watched me closely as I squished some of it into my palm, rubbed the slippery substance between my hands and began working it into my hair. I tried not to let it show how his gaze was making me burn. But there was no hiding it when he stepped closer, an inch away. I was just about to take a step back to rinse, but he laid one hand behind my back, pulling me flush against his naked body. He laid a finger under my chin, holding me right where he needed me as he moved to press his lips against mine. I hummed and slid my arms over his shoulders.

But he broke the kiss and pushed me away slightly. "No no, doll, you continue with your hair. I'll do your body." I stepped back under the water and Steve dropped to his knees, his hands sliding down my body, and then making me spread my legs. "Hold on tight, doll."