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Warnings: (relatively light) smut, language

Ah... There's nothing better than a Sunday night at home and a big fluffy couch. That's where I'm at now, and I've come to the realization that it's probably the best place in the whole world—especially since Steve got done with his evening workout and said he'd join me. He showered real fast upstairs and now lounges on the other side of the sofa with slightly dampened blond hair and glistening ivory skin. His pecs are taut beneath the thin material of his baby blue t-shirt and the grey sweats he wears leave NOTHING to the imagination on what sort of magic-wand he's packing beneath (and lemme tell ya, that wand is damn magical... Harry Potter would be envious).

"You promise you didn't watch any without me?" Steve's voice breaks my train of thought. He's looking at me over the top of his water bottle as he takes a long chug. He drinks an abnormal amount of water.

"I promise," I laugh lightly. Who would've thought that Captain America was a huge fan of Game of Thrones? We both watched it separately for months, not knowing the other was doing the same, until one day he walked in on me in the middle of season 2 downstairs. We both freaked and decided that he should wait to watch any more (I was a lot farther behind than him) and then we could pick up watching them together. So far we've watched three of them in the company of one another. It's been a lot of fun, but the most fun part has been talking about it all the time—over hash browns at breakfast, when a random theory pops in my head when I'm choke-holding a Hydra agent on the field, or when Steve texts me at two a.m. to debate about our predictions for the story line and then we end up talking for hours about our own lives.

Yes, it's been a hell of a good time.

"Good. Because I was going to have to do something drastic if you'd watched ahead without me."

"Drastic?" I repeat with a cackle. I'm trying to set up the boxed set DVD for the most recent season. Tony said he'd download them all for me electronically, but I like to collect them after—so Steve bought me the limited edition shimmery silver ones. Sweet, isn't he?

Steve smirks. He shimmies back into the couch to make himself more comfortable. He looks a lot like a child when he pulls the woven blanket up to his chin and looks at me with those baby blues. I bite my lip to keep from laughing too loud. "Well, I hadn't thought of a punishment yet, but there would be one."

"I already thought of one for you." I successfully manage to bring us to the menu screen. I come back to the comfy couch and plop onto my side—noticeably closer to Steve than I'd been before. I hope he doesn't mind... because I'm fucking loving it: being close to his warmth, smelling his shampoo...

"Really? What is it?" Steve seems intrigued and entertained. He props himself up a little bit, and when he does, his knee accidently brushes against my bare one. I have to bite my tongue to keep from shivering. Just as soon as he's there he's gone.

"I'd make you take Peter Parker off my hands for one blissful training day."

Steve's pretty head tilts back with a laugh. "Oh that kid..." he smiles. "Drives you crazy, too?"

"Endlessly! I love the boy to death, but I just can't deal with the thousand eager questions..." I shake my head and smile a bit broader to hear Steve's continued laugh.

"He's like that all the time. It doesn't help though that he's got a bit of a crush on you."

"Oh lord," I sigh.

"Can't really blame the kid though," Steve seems to say without thought. The words sound so easy and smooth, but the aftermath is his wildly blushing cheeks and slightly stuttering tongue as he says, "Well, I mean, because he's a kid and all."

I nod—biting down on my tongue. Talk about disappointment. "Right. He's just a kid."

Steve clears his throat at looks to the huge plasma screen with such intent you'd think the show had already started. "Wanna watch it?" he skips to the point.

I pick up the remote and pass it to him. "You're on remote duty, Captain."

He smiles at me with soft pink lips. "Guess it's only fair—you did it last time." He points the remote to the screen and then presses the green button with ease. He really has gotten the hang of modern technology.

The intro music starts and we're both already thrilled. I scoot back to where my body sort of sits on the cushion closest to Steve without actually touching him. He's got a blanket and an extra pillow where I don't, but he offered to give me one earlier and I stupidly turned him down. Now I'm regretting that decision. I should've asked if we could share.

A fight scene takes over the screen. I become engrossed in the action: trying to keep up (if I can't, Steve usually steps in to explain it all later). I'm so preoccupied that I don't notice my body shifting away from its upright position to a more comfortable leaning point...

The side of my temple touches something both soft and rock-hard sturdy. It takes a good moment to realize its Steve's shoulder. He's gone rigid under me; as if he can pretend I'm not there.

"Oh, jeez, sorry Steve." I quickly pull up. "I was just trying to get comfortable."

He looks down at me there and shows a pretty pearly smile. "No worries, Y/N. I don't mind."

I want to ask him if he's sure—like, is Captain America REALLY okay if I lay on him? But he looks back to the TV without another word. So I take this as the ultimate go ahead; leaning back on him gently with my legs tucked slightly up into his lap. He moves a bit, and I worry he's going to push me off, but then I find that he's just throwing the blanket around both of our bodies. I'm slightly shocked at how warm he is, but it's not a searing heat—it's soothing. His breathing is deep and slow. His heartbeat matches the melodic patterns of his sighs.

I'm comfortable for a little while. Then... then the sex scene starts.

I can feel Steve's body turn to stone. The two characters who happened to be favorites of ours now get it on hot and dirty. Sex noises like skin slapping and sighs fill the room. It's getting noticeably intense. I'm tense, he's tense... I'm sure his magic wand is pretty tense—it's all just a goddamn mess, okay? And to make it all worse, I can't decide how to react. Do I pretend to be asleep? Do I make a joke? Do I just grit my teeth until it's all over? Why the hell hadn't I thought of this scenario before? This show has more pornos than Tumblr!

Just when I'm about to make a terribly stupid joke, I feel Steve's hand on my knee. No—not exactly my knee. He holds the part that I'd describe as the very beginning of the thigh. It's above the blanket while my leg is below. He holds it hard until his knuckles nearly turn white. I don't want to chance a look into his face, but I'm very curious. I want to know what he looks like when he gets all hot and bothered.

His hand moves slightly upward. My heart is racing. What the fuck is going on? The cells of my body are all vibrating like sex shop dildos and all I can focus on now is the sound of gasps and pants from the TV and Steve's inhuman grip on my thigh.

Already impossibly gruff, his clutch screws tighter. His fingers cement soon-to-be bruises and I can't help it—I whimper. I'm not sure if it's from pain, need, or lust, but the noise tumbles out and Steve's made a gasp before I can even apologize.

His hand is gone like a dream. "Oh shit, Y/N was that you?" He stares wide-eyed at me. Oh god, I was right, his horny face is delicious. Those pretty little cheeks of his are slightly pink. The dampness of his lips seems to be from licking them. They glisten with a shiny light-red sheen.

"You mean was that my noise?" Wow, this is embarrassing.

Steve blinks. He looks confused and flustered. "N-no, I mean was that your leg? I thought it was a pillow or something." Before I can protest he's pulling down the blanket to prove himself right. He sees the little marks of his fingers already beginning to form on my thigh and a lump drops in his throat. "Oh my god, Y/N, I'm so sorry."

"No, no it's not a big deal. I don't mind."

"You—you don't mind?" Steve stares at me, completely dumbfounded.

I stifle an uncomfortable laugh. "Not really, I mean, you got to get some of your tensions out... and it kinda loosened me up a little bit, too." I smile at him in a soft way in hopes he doesn't feel too bad.

Steve glances back to the screen. The sex scene is reaching its crescendo. How the hell is it not over yet? We're both wound so fucking tight.

When Steve looks back to me I immediately sense the shift in his big blue eyes. Then the hand on my leg from before is back—much gentler now—and he holds my knee softly as if testing the waters. Our eyes stay locked. Then his fingers lethargically begin to trail up my thigh.

My head turns closer to him. From my spot on his shoulder I can feel his thundering pulse. Heavily I breathe until my eyes flutter closed and my lips softly part. I wait there, feeling a hand on my upper thigh now and another moving to hold my neck, and then it all just bursts into flames. His lips on mine feel like the Fourth of July. He kisses me harder than I imagined he maybe would, but perhaps it's because the blood pumping in his veins now is so hungry for human touch that he's thrown all precautions out the window. I know that's how I feel as I dig my nails into his shoulders and arch closer. I'm starving for him. Goddammit, this moment feels as amazing as I dreamed. I don't ever want it to end.

With my hands on his shoulders I lift up and onto Steve's empty lap. He immediately shuffles to allow me more room. There are fingers in my hair and more down near the end of my tank top. The fabric is being tugged and twisted impatiently.

Not wanting to wait for him to ask, I break away from the kiss to rid myself of the tight shirt. Then our lips are together again with twice as much ferocity as before.

Steve's hold on my neck keeps me back when he asks, "Is this really happening?"

I laugh lightly—my hands trailing to the ends of his shirt. I run my nails up and along his abs beneath the fabric. "Yeah, Captain, I guess it is."

Steve grunts just before our lips clash together once more. "Finally," he breathes in a relieved sigh. My heart flutters within my chest. It probably would've flown out of my mouth if not for Steve's lips pressed tightly to my own.

The warmth of Steve's kiss trails down my jaw. He brings his mouth to my dimples then to my ear before reaching the crux of my throat. My head falls back with an airy gasp. The short blond hairs I have clenched between my fingers are slick with sweat. I tug harder when Steve starts sucking on my shoulder. He pulls me closer as I gasp and fidget with the surprise of his teeth grazing my tender flesh. Smirking, his mouth parades farther down my chest.

By this point, Steve's magic wand is nearly poking out of his boxers with excitement. The stiff member pressing to my hipbone is unmistakable.

I pull impatiently on Steve's shirt. "Take it off." I sound bossy as hell, but I honestly don't even care. "Now."

Steve looks up at me with the cheekiest grin I've ever seen. Without a word, Captain America takes my command. He goes quickly to kiss me again. But I've stopped him with a hand to his peck.

His brows, thick and blond, nestle closer together. "Y/N?" he pants. "Is something wrong?" He regards the way I stare at him with wide eyes.

I shake my head. "Not a thing." My gaze flits back to his face. "Not a goddamn thing." I sort of breathe that last part as I've become so bloody invested in trailing my fingertips up the lines of his abs. With each centimeter my touch travels, Steve's body shivers. I bite down on my bottom lip to fight a grin. Am I really the one making him feel this way?

"Okay, I'm gonna need to kiss you again," Steve laughs. I'm giggling too when he grabs my chin and brings me back up for another deep, lusty peck. He tugs me harder into his lap—his erection rolling against the yoga pants wedged in the apex of my thighs. "I've wanted this moment for so long, Y/N."

Taking that as a good sign, I'm filled with enough confidence to take the next step. I grind my hips hard and deep against Steve—rolling so far down that my pelvic bone whirs with the alarming sensation.

"Fuck," Steve growls. He bites my bottom lip.

"Language," I manage to mutter around his lips.

Steve chuckles, but the laughter turns into a moan as I grind into him again. With the next thrust, Steve's hips are lifting slightly to meet me halfway. It's my turn to moan when I feel the length of his erection perfectly glide against my silk-covered folds.

"Y/N?"

I hum my acknowledgement into his mouth as we kiss harder. Teeth class together.

Steve parts our lips. Our hips are suddenly still. His thumb toys with my plump bottom lip as a lazy sort of smirk lights up his face. His eyes, big, blue and lovely as ever, dance across my flushed face. "Come up to my room with me?" he whispers into the room for only my ears.

A nod takes over my head. As soon as the gesture is registered in his mind, he's picked me up from the couch in his super soldier arms. I laugh and clutch tighter to his neck. My worries of falling dissipate when I feel his lips nibbling on the skin below my ear. I sigh and close my eyes.

"Don't worry, babe. I'm not gonna let you go."