Saving Steve (Steve Rogers x Reader)

*Chapter 55 - Steam*

"Good Morning, маленький кролик."

You stir at a gentle, nearby voice and a single accompanying tap on your forehead. Blinking thrice, you find yourself staring up into a familiar face. Although it's framed by unrecognizable short, white hair. 

"Wha-?" you say, rubbing your eyes and letting them adjust to the early morning light. As everything comes into focus, a flood of familiarity has you letting out an excited gasp. "Nat!" you squeal excitedly.

You feel Steve stir beside you as he groans and sits up. But the moment he sees who's in the room with you, he lets out an uncharacteristically high-pitched squeak as he pulls your orange and yellow blanket close to his bare chest - like an embarrassed teenager being caught by a parent.

"Nat! Get out!" he yells, face glowing bright red.

"Good to see you're still enjoying each other's company" she grins, a cat-like smile on her face as she slinks over to the office doorway. 

"OUT!" shouts Steve.

"Fine, fine," she sings, holding up two hands as she opens the office door. "But I expect to see you both in ten minutes. We've got work to do."

With a sly grin and a wink she slips out the door, pulling it closed firmly behind her.

The moment she leaves, Steve lets out a huff and falls back on the sofa, covering his face with his hands. You laugh and lay back next to him, propping yourself up on your elbow as your fingers drift over his bare chest.

"Morning," you laugh, pulling Steve's hands away from his face to place a kiss on his reddened cheek.

"I can't believe she just walked in here without knocking," Steve groans.

"Calm down, baby. It's not 1940 anymore. No one cares," you giggle, running your fingers through his hair. He grumbles and you pull your blanket aside, tossing it to the floor as you throw a leg over Steve's hips, both of you still bare from the night before. 

"Sweetheart," Steve says in a low, warning tone as you rest your weight atop him. 

"Nat said we have ten minutes," you grin, kissing Steve's neck. As you do, you feel a small twitch on your thigh.

Steve takes a deep breath as he sits up and gently pushes you from on top him. "No, Y/n. We don't have time."

With a frown, you relent. "Fine," you say, standing from the couch and letting your hips sway as you walk over to the office chair, your pink bathrobe still hanging over it from your shower the day before last. "I'm going to shower...you're invited," you say tossing a flirty smile back at Steve as you pull the robe over your shoulders.

Steve's face, nearly returned to its normal color, flares red once more as his eyes widen, pupils dilating as he adjusts his position on the couch. You take the opportunity to walk across the room and lower yourself to your knees between Steve's thighs. Steve's breath catches as you slowly reach for his jaw, guiding him gently down to kiss you as your other hand rests on his thigh, stroking slowly. 

"I love you Steve," you whisper quietly, repeating the words you had said for the first time the night prior before rising to your feet and making your way to the office door, leaving a stunned and speechless Steve behind. 

Smiling to yourself, a certain sense of liberation lightens your heart as you are finally free to say out loud what you've been carrying inside for weeks. As you reach the bathroom door, you pull it closed, but leave it unlocked. 

As the water runs, you set your clothes on the sink counter and let your robe slide from your shoulders, pooling on the ground and leaving you bare, save for Steve's tags, which always hang around your neck.