Warning! There's sexual content in this oneshot, but it's adorable...

- 2015 -

The Avengers programme and being scouted by Captain America himself was the best thing that could've happened to me. I had lived a rough life, kept in a prison during my youth, poked and prodded by scientists until I possessed the unique ability to create manipulative fire. At first I hated this ability, after all all I wanted to do was to live a normal life. I tried to hide in the shadows but a part of me couldn't stop myself from saving twenty children from a burning school bus by manipulating the fire away from them so they could climb off safely. This act made the New York Times, and the next thing I knew I was being carted off to the Avengers Compound on the outskirts of the city as I had a prospecting future.

A year later and I was training hard, happier than I had ever been in my life and for more reasons than just the Avengers programme. I had met Sam Wilson, a military veteran who was also a councillor for other vets. He was a kind and loyal man, quite sassy and very good-looking. I was immediately drawn to him when we first met a year ago, and with each new detail I had learnt about him the more I found myself falling for him. Our relationship turned from flirty friends to a full on relationship, something the others liked to tease us about but I didn't care - I was happy.

He accepted me for who I was, something not many people had done in the past. We got on unbelievably well, and our relationship blossomed into a very loving one although as we had only been together two months neither of us had said 'I love you' yet, even though I was almost certain my feelings were that strong. The last thing I wanted to do was to scare him off however, so instead I kept the emotion to myself.

Right now we were snuggled up in bed together, Sam snoring away peacefully whilst I laid on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. It was only 05:00 but I was quite the early riser, so I laid quietly smiling up at the man I loved. The sun was rising slowly, the light orange glow creeping its way through the skyscrapers of New York, landing on the glass windows that led to my balcony. Careful not to wake him I stood and slipped on my short silk dressing gown. I walked quietly over to the glass doors, sliding one open and stepping out onto my balcony.

In the city below me cars were already travelling around and the streets were beginning to fill with the hard-working office workers on their way to work. I often found it peaceful just to stand out here and watch the world go by, the smells from the many plants I had on the balcony creating a relaxing atmosphere. It had definitely been a long time since I felt this happy.

Suddenly a pair of arms snaked their way around my waist, them of course belonging to my boyfriend. "I thought the bed felt cold," he whispered in my ear, pulling me backwards into him and leaving light feathery kisses along my neck.

"Sorry," I whispered, smiling uncontrollably as his grip around my waist tightened.

"What're you looking at?" He whispered against my neck, his lips never leaving my skin.

"Just the city... I can't believe how lucky I am," I couldn't help but say, this causing him to pull away and look at me with slight confusion.

"What do you mean?" He asked and I turned around to face him properly, his arms still wrapped tightly around my waist whilst I moved mine to wrap around his neck.

"I mean I've got a sweet apartment with a great view, I've got a rewarding job and I- I'm with a perfect man," I teased and he smirked, pleased with the compliment. "Sam... I love you," I dared to say and his eyebrows rose. I felt confident to admit my feelings for the man, but there was a sudden sense of doubt as he remained quiet for a moment, apparently shocked. I let out a sigh of relief however when the corners of his lips turned up.

"Good," he pressed his lips softly against mine. "I love you too."

I felt elated hearing these words, as though I was on cloud nine. Our lips moved against each others passionately, his hands gripping my waist tightly and pulling my body flush against his. Our tongues connected, the two of us clearly wanting more but we had to pull apart to breathe. I bit my lip, looking up at him and seeing his mischievous smirk.

"I love you babygirl," he whispered lovingly and I hid my head in his chest to hide my embarrassment. He just laughed and cupped my cheek, forcing me to look up at him and as soon as I did his lips were back on mine. It was a loving, slightly heated kiss, our arms holding each others body tight. His kisses always took my breath away as he physically swept me off my feet, me wrapping my legs around his waist to keep myself up. He slowly walked me back inside my flat towards my bed and I knew exactly how this morning was going to go.

He gently lowered me onto the messy sheets we had just come out of, subtly posing in the classic American Beauty pose. Sam's eyes were on me like a falcon's on it's prey, and I bit my lip teasingly. This move always made him initiate, as he quickly crawled over me, his face aligned with mine. I giggled at his eagerness, our lips locking together in a sweet, lazy kiss.

His hands ran across my body lovingly, his lips never leaving mine, his delicate touch on my thighs sending shivers down my spine. His fingertips danced under the leg holes of my shorts, teasing me until I couldn't take it any longer. "Sam... please," I looked into his dark eyes as they sparkled.

"Anything for you babe," he whispered, tugging at my pyjama shorts. I let out a deep breath as his lips delicately touched my stomach, my pyjama top slightly askew. He gently tugged down my shorts and underwear, me always feeling a little embarrassed when he undressed me but his lips teasing my skin made it feel as though electricity was running through my body.

I breathed in deeply when he pressed his mouth against my pussy, clinging onto the messy bedsheets tightly as he licked me softly. Sam was always so gentle in the morning and honestly it sometimes felt better than the times we go at each other roughly. Something about the gentle morning sex made us feel closer, like we loved each other more and that we weren't just craving the others body. It felt like we were craving the whole person, the love, the kisses, the intimacy. My heart always raced that little bit more during these times, and they always felt more romantic.

My eyes fluttered closed as I embraced the pleasure his tongue was giving me. He was pushing his tongue inside me making my womanhood wetter, him knowing exactly what to do to keep me satisfied. "Ngh- yeah Sam, like that," I breathed, my back arching a little as he continued his movements. His grip was tight on my thighs, keeping them apart to give him plenty of room. Just the sight of him between my legs was enough to make me melt, let alone how good he was making me feel. I could feel my orgasm coming, but before it could he pulled away. It was like he had a sixth sense that could tell when I was close to cumming.

"Time to take this off," he gestured my pyjama top, pulling it from my body carefully, my hair messily falling down. "God I love you," he whispered, cupping my cheek and kissing me deeply. I couldn't help but smile against his lips, our tongues connecting but the passion still being strong. He laid down behind me, my neck craning backwards to try and remain on his lips but it was an awkward position so we parted and I watched him push down his sweatpants to reveal his erection. With one hand he lifted my leg up and pushed his dick against my womanhood, moving his hips slowly and coating his dick with my wetness.

"Sam, don't make me beg," I whispered with a pout and he chuckled.

"I won't baby, I promise," he kissed my ear and slowly pushed himself in from behind, moving his slowly until he was all the way in. My weak grip was on the bedsheets whilst his was on the thigh of my leg he was holding up, his strong hips allowing him to thrust from behind in the spooning position. We were both breathing heavily, a few strands of my messy morning hair over my face whilst Sam nibbled at my neck lovingly. It felt perfect, being here with him, and I felt like the luckiest girl in the world to have such a loving and doting boyfriend.

He pulled out of me and changed our position so that he was above me, our faces close and my limbs wrapped around my body. He eased his dick back into my entrance, filling up my pussy and rubbing against my g-spot. "Sam, more," I begged and he was keen to deliver, moving deeper seemingly keen to chase down his own release.

His thrusts were slow but deep, his naked chest right up against mine, our foreheads pressed together, our names leaking from each others lips. I cupped his cheeks as he held himself up, his arms either side of my head and his biceps bulging making a delicious sight. His thrusts were deep and slow but incredibly sexy, and I felt myself go a little wild as my orgasm hit me hard. "I'm cumming babe," he growled deeply, pushing in one last time and squirting his load inside of me. My legs were trembling and I was panting heavily as he stayed inside of me for a moment, the two of us kissing slowly and passionately.

"I love you Sam," I whispered against his lips and he smirked.

"I love you too (y/n)," he whispered back, the two of us smiling brightly. "I'll help you get tidied up," he added, pulling out from me. He grabbed tissues from the side and insisted on cleaning me up so I didn't have to move, something he did almost every time we had morning sex. He had pulled his sweatpants back up and threw my underwear at me, but he conveniently hid my pyjamas.

"Sam where're my pyjamas?" I asked but he shrugged nonchalantly.

"You don't need them," he teased, clambering back into bed with me and pulling me close to his body. I just chuckled dryly, snuggling against him, drawing random patterns with my fingertips on his smooth chest. "You haven't got anythin' you need to do today, do ya?" He asked after kissing my head sweetly.

"Nope, free schedule. Do you?"

"I'm free too. Sounds like a stay-in-bed day for us," he smirked and I bit my lip, liking the sound of that.

"That sounds like a perfect way to spend the day," I pecked his lips. He pulled the duvet up to cover the both of us a little more, and together we slowly fell back asleep after a heated and passionate early morning.