#beefybucky

Today was no different. I would give him a polite smile as I walked through the dimly lit corridor, as he passed by me with an awkward pursed lip and his hands hurrying to dive into his pockets. He was dressed up, with dark wash jeans and a leather jacket, but he never took off the hat, hiding his beautiful hair. I just sighed gently, putting my head down and unlocking my front door with droopy eyes. I had just ended another double, and it was nearly midnight by the time I left. My uniform smelled of condiments, and my button-up was stained with an unknown substance. I pulled it up to my nose, grimacing when I smelled French onion soup. Closing the door, I flashed my eyes over his door one last time.

It was a shame, really, that he was so off-putting. He was sexy in a beefy blue-collar way. Like he would pick you up with one arm and sling you around his shoulders. I bit my lip as I fantasized about his strength and stripped down to my underwear, replacing my bra with a spaghetti strap and flopping onto the bed with a sigh.

A few days later, I passed him on my way out in the morning, with him just making his way home from what looked to be a long night. His face was tight, and his eyes fought to stay open, but his hat had mysteriously disappeared, revealing the voluminous hair underneath. I couldn't help but smile.

"New look?" I spit out before remembering that we had never actually exchanged words. His head jerked up, looking at me with wide eyes. He faltered for a moment, both of us just standing awkwardly. "Sorry, I uh-" I chuckled nervously. My hands ran over the uniform I wore once again. Clean, this time at least. "I noticed your hat was missin'." I pursed my lips, wishing for a fast and painless death, as that would be more merciful than living through this moment.

"Oh, uh.." He twitched, running a hand through his hair. His voice was deep and gravelly, intriguing me in the best way possible. "Lost it. Long night." He gave me a stiff, close-lipped smile.

"Ah." I rocked back on my heels, slapping my hands together. He flinched lightly at the sound. "Well, isn't it gettin' late!" I looked at my watch. 5:30 am. "Duty calls. See ya, neighbor." I sent him a flirty wink and practically ran away, fleeing the scene.

"I'm tellin' you, Nat! Never seen this man in broad daylight. He's either a night shift employee or a Tinder freak!" I balanced four waters on my tray as I walked in sync with her out of the kitchen. "Mornin' Folks! How we doin" today?" I painted on my million-dollar smile for the family in front of me, quickly collecting their orders before joining her once again.

"Sounds iffy to me. Never say nothing to you?"

"Nada. I said hi a few times when he moved in, but he never responded, so I just brushed it off and moved passed it. Such a shame, too. Lord forgive me for sayin', but that man's like a sin on Sunday. I can only imagine what lies beneath the leather jacket. And before you ask, do I know his name? No the fuck I don't!"

Natasha snorted, rolling her eyes as she put in her table's order. "Baby, I think you need Tinder. When's the last time you got some?"

I huffed. "Couldn't tell you. I don't think I've been out since I was kickin' it with Steve. He was such a good wingman. But he kept tryin' to set me up with his friend James, saying he was struggling to get into the dating scene." I rolled my eyes, air quoting the words.

"So he's short and ugly?" Nat smirked, speaking matter-of-factly.

"My best guess. Never agreed to it. God, maybe I should go out with him. Steve, I mean. I miss him." I sighed.

"See if he wants to go out tonight. Sam and Wanda might want to go. I need to get fucked." I let out a barking laugh, quickly sending a group thread.

"Alright. We're on a mission tonight, Team." Nat rubbed her hands together and made everyone get into a football huddle. Cold October air made goosebumps rise on my arms, and the fact that my outfit consisted of a skin-tight minidress and open-toe heels didn't offer much help. "Objective number one: Find Sabine a sexy hunk to take home. Try and find a quiet one, men should be seen and not heard, unless it's in bed." She snickered at her joke.

"I second that! I don't want a talker."

"Baby, if all goes well, you won't be doing much talking." She winked at me with a wicked smirk.

"Keep it classy, Nat." Steve scoffed, shoving her playfully.

"What did I just say?" Steve huffed, but obliged and stayed silent. "Objective number two: find Sam a girl so he'll stop textin' Wanda."

"I do not!" Sam whined, but refused to make eye contact.

"Now, let's drink." She jumped up, pulling us through the bouncers and straight into the madness. Strobe lights flashed over the crowd of people, sweaty bodies rubbing against one another. Blow by Kesha blasted from the speakers, drowning out the buzz of conversation and forcing everyone to yell. I beelined for the bar, ordering two rounds of shots for the five of us. I downed both and let out an excited scream, dragging Nat and Wanda to the dance floor.

The night was spent rubbing against the girls, jumping around like crazy, and getting more and more delusional about my dance moves the more shots entered my system. I briefly took the time to dance with the guys, but I never saw them in any other way than platonic. Steve was soft for Nat, and Sam was... well, he was just Sam. It wasn't long until the night was over and the close was near. People were slowly disappearing until there was only a small group left.

"Hey, baby." A long arm snaked around my waist from behind, pulling me towards him. I whipped my head around to see my ex boyfriend, Brock, smiling down at me. I frowned, rolling my eyes and attempting to pull away from his grasp, but he latched on tighter. He lowered his lips to my ear, his bottom lip ghosting along the shell. His voice made goosebumps rise on my skin. "Long time no see."

"Let's keep it that way." I flashed him a large, sarcastic smile and drove the point of my heel into his foot. He yelped, flipping me to face him and sending his palm into the side of my face. I gasped, grabbing my face and going to punch him, but the security guard beat me to it. In seconds, the muscled man had him on the floor and held his wrists with one hand. He yanked him up effortlessly, leading him to the EXIT sign. I watched wide-eyed as the man turned back to look at me, but I was met with the concerned face of my mysterious neighbor in a security uniform. He furrowed his eyebrows before turning back to Brock.

"Oh my god, are you alright?" Nat ran up to me, grabbing my chin and turning my head both ways for her to assess the damage before wrapping me in a tight hug. The left side of my face stung and felt tingly and numb. Sam and Steve were cluelessly walking out of the bathroom, furrowing their eyebrows when they saw the peculiar scene in front of them. I nodded slowly, too stunned to speak.

Damn. Neighbor boy looked good in his uniform.

"Ma'am?" I jumped when I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I turned to find him staring down at me with the same pained expression on his face.

"Uh-"

"Buck?" Steve looked at the man, both of their lips curling into a dorky smile when they saw each other. "You work here?" He leaned in to give him a friendly hug.

"Started a few months ago. My new flat is pretty close. You should swing by sometime." He looked back down at me. "I'll call you later, for now I gotta settle this before I have a lawsuit up my ass. Need you to come with me." He nodded down to me, clearing the mess of people and leading me out of the main floor and into the back office. I could still feel the vibrations of the music, but I now heard my thoughts running a mile a minute. He walked over to the other end of the desk, sitting across from me. His eyes glazed over my face, his eyebrows furrowed tightly.

"Is it bad?" I whispered, wincing as I grazed my fingers delicately across my cheek. The burn felt stronger as my face warmed under his gaze. I knew there were probably a few tears running down my face, but I was past the point of caring. He realized he was staring, jumping, and clearing his throat.

"No! Uh, no." He winced at his gruff words. "Just making sure you're okay."

Not the best lie I've heard.

I sighed. "You're names Buck?" I looked at his shirt, pulled tight over his thick, rippling muscles. The top didn't leave much to the imagination.

"Uh, James. Bucky's my nickname. Middle name, technically." He whispered the last part, pursing his lips and squinting when I pulled my hands into my lap. "You?"

"Sabine." I let out a shaky breath.

"I'm sorry." He looked down, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck.

"For what?"

"I should've been there before he touched you. Kind of my job to prevent all this." He shook his head slightly, looking back up with an intense expression. "Let me give you a ride home. Least I can do."

"You don't have to do that!" I winced at the facial movement, a jolt of pain rising in my skin. "I'm sure Nat can take me."

He sighed. "Please, Sabine, let me do this." I let out a sigh of defeat. He looked so pitiful, biting his lip nervously.

"What did you say about a lawsuit?"

"In case he tries to press charges on me. You need to file a report, but I want to make sure you're safe before we do that." He stood up, muscles tensing as he stretched. He extended a hand out to me, helping me stand up without moving my hand. I could feel the heartbeat under my skin. I was suddenly very aware of the tiny black dress I was wearing. I could feel it ride up as I stood, and I struggled to pull it back down without exposing my chest. He paused, leaning back and grabbing his leather jacket off a coat rack, and passing it to me. I gave him a small smile and whispered thanks before pulling it over my shoulders. It hung low, a few sizes too big on my body, but it smelled like his cologne. Mature. Deep. Masculine. He walked with a quiet confidence, cool yet dominating. He scanned the perimeter for Brock, leading me with a reassuring hand on the small of my back.

His car was sexy. Blacked out Bentley with wooden interior. I raised my eyebrows slightly. "Fancy car for a security guard." He chuckled at that, steering us smoothly out of the parking lot and towards our apartment building.

"Wasn't always one." He mumbled, fiddling with the radio before he settled on soft rock. "Where are you from? Your accents not what I'm used to in the city."

"Georgia. Born and raised." I smiled softly, looking over at him as he cruised smoothly.

"Never been. I like it, though. Your voice, I mean." He paused, coughing awkwardly. His neck grew hot. "Sounds pretty." He whispered the last part.

I giggled at his nervous demeanor. "Thank you. You know, I was pretty surprised to find out my neighbor was the guy that Steve kept trying to set me up with for months."

"He did?" Bucky looked mortified. His features stayed gravely still.

"Mhm." I decided to tease him a little. "Told me he was a little awkward and quite the introvert. Not too slick with the ladies." I winked playfully. Bucky blinked slowly.

"He did?" He whispered, running a nervous hand through his hair, the other tapping against the wheel.

"Damn right he did. When he told me of all his lady troubles, I was picturing you about a foot shorter and whole lot less cute." I smirked.

He blew out a large breath, but bit down on his lip when I added the last detail. He looked at me through the corner of his eye. "Less? So you think I'm cute?"

"You heard me." I looked at the window as we pulled into the parking garage, the conversation dying as we made our way home. We sat comfortably in the elevator, the occasional ding filling the space.

"How did you know Brock?" He looked down at me, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

"Um, we dated in college. Met him when I started my clinicals. His dad was my professor." I licked my chapped lips.

"You went to NYU with Steve?" Suddenly curious, he pursed his lips.

"Yeah. How... did you know?" I faltered. He realized how it sounded and stuttered slightly.

"Uh, not in a creepy way. Just, Brock and I..." he paused. "We go back." His features stiffened.

"Oh." The door opened in front of us, and we walked slowly. I secretly wished we lived farther from the club.

"So, when did you meet Steve?" He paused in front of my door.

I smiled. "Senior year of undergrad. He was my lab partner."

"That makes sense."

"What does?"

"I would always go out with Steve and Sam, but I was deployed before you all met." I furrowed my eyebrows, still confused. "I would've remembered seeing a girl like you." He whispered. I smiled, suddenly aware of how tall he was, looking down at me with an unreadable expression.

"You're military?"

"Was. Marines." He winced, pausing before speaking again. "How I got this bad boy." He held up his left hand. I squinted, suddenly noticing the glint of grey metal through the long sleeve.

"I didn't notice." I whispered. "How far's it go?" I ghosted my fingers over the metallic palm, his body shuddering.

"Uh, all the way." He coughed, pulling back slightly, suddenly uncomfortable. "Well, you should get some sleep. I'm here if you need me." He gave me a tense smile before turning around. I sighed nervously, hesitating to go inside. I looked at my door dreadfully.

"...James?" He turned around, looking at me expectantly. My lips pouted lightly, my body nervous. "M'scared." I looked down at my heels.

"Scared of what?" He turned to me fully, speaking with a soft tone. I looked back up at him, and the tender look he held made the tears welling finally fall down my face.

"He knows where I live." I bit the side of my cheek harshly, wiping my face before he could focus on the tears. He said nothing, turning away and unlocking his door. I frowned until he faced me again and held an arm out to motion me inside. I gave him a weak smile and walked into the darkness.

He followed behind, switching the light on and illuminating the neat apartment. The layout was similar to mine, except for the large window in the living area. The place was minimal and tidy, but it felt cozy all the same. Bucky tossed his keys on the counter, walking straight for the kitchen.

"Can I get you anything? Water, tea, whiskey. All I really got." He rummaged through the fridge. "You hungry?"

"Water's good. Thanks." I pulled the leather jacket off my shoulders and kicked my shoes off in the corner. His walls were covered with books, shelves dipping under the weight. "Quite the reader, huh?" I bent down and glanced over the titles. I smiled when I saw Charlotte's Web. He walked up behind me, glass in hand.

"Yeah. Steve didn't lie about me being quite the introvert. Books are better than people." He passed the glass to me, and I took it with a smile, sipping it slowly.

"Whatcha readin' now?" He smiled widely, excited to talk about his interests.

"A Gentleman in Moscow. A man on house arrest in a hotel, watching the russian revolution happen from a window. Just started it." He looked out the window, watching cars filter through the street.

"Sounds intriguing. I'm more of a movie girl myself. I love film." I looked up at his face, focused on the moon. He looked down at me with a relaxed face.

"What's you're favorite movie?"

I blushed, embarrassed to answer. "Almost Famous. I know, boring."

"It's not boring. I don't think I've ever seen it." We faced each other, dangerously close.

"You'd like it. Best soundtrack. Rock music, drugs, groupies, mental illness. Pretty much sums up the 70's." He snorted at that, giving me a dorky smile.

"And how would you know?" He whispered, squinting at me. I set my water glass down on the table next to me, eyes not looking away from his. I smirked, shrugging teasingly.

"Lucky guess," I whispered. We stood there, mere inches apart. I could feel his warm breath on my face. His eyes searched my face for any hesitation, but found none. Before I knew it, his lips were crashing into mine, his right arm wrapping against my waist and pulling me close. I gasped, but pulled him down toward my face with my arms wrapped around his neck. His tongue grazed my bottom lip, and I happily granted him access. I felt him run his tongue across my top teeth, moaning as he did. He smiled into me at that.

I pulled away, his face confused but quickly shocked as I grabbed his metal arm and wrapped it around my waist. "You sure?" I nodded before kissing him again. "Don't. Wanna. Hurt. You." He spoke in between breaths.

"I trust you." I pulled away and looked him in the eyes. "Now you gon fuck me or no?" I stared at him with a bold expression. He chuckled, shocked at my blunt words.

"What fool would say no to that?" He mumbled before pushing me back against the wall, hands gliding down to my ass, giving it a nice squeeze. I sighed, and his lips pressed up against my neck. I felt him ghost my earlobe pausing slightly.

"Been holding myself back, y'know? Been hard to keep my eyes off you every morning, walking out of here on those jeans that fit you so well." I yelped as his hands yanked my thighs into his grip, holding me in the air.

"That so?" I smiled cockily, kissing him roughly and pulling his bottom lip back with my teeth. He sucked in a deep breath, suddenly walking swiftly to the hallway. He held me with one hand as though I weighed nothing, the other opening the door. He turned the light on, facing me and backing me up against the bed. I felt my knees hit the mattress, and I fell down to a sitting position in front of him. He towered over me, ripping off his long sleeve to expose his muscled torso, tight six pack on full display. I sighed in content, watching the way his muscles flexed as he moved. He chuckled at my response, reaching his flesh hand out and holding my cheek. I winked at him, and he wiped his thumb against my bottom lip. His face was stiff, jaw clenched.

"When Steve told me about his little friend, the pretty blonde with bambi eyes, I'll admit I was intrigued." He squinted his eyes. "But I knew she wouldn't amount to the doll living next door." His metal arm twitched. I watched in awe, the prosthetic having full mobility just like his other arm.

"You think I'm a doll?" I teased, watching him undo his jeans with a blank expression. His ability to go unreadable excited me. I glanced at the dog tags around his neck curiously.

"You're perfect." He threw his belt to the side, pausing to look at me. "Most beautiful woman I've ever seen." He spoke so sincerely that I felt myself stutter over the honesty.

He held out both hands for me to grab, helping me to my feet. "Now this," he reached behind me and found my dress zipper. "Needs to go." He pulled me into his chest, slowly dragging the zipper down. I reached back, pulling his hands away and grabbing the bunched-up dress, pulling it down my body without breaking eye contact. He licked his lips at the sight of my breasts falling free, the only thing left being my black underwear. He blew a piece of hair out of his eyes, taking in my curves with a smile.

"Beautiful." All he mumbled before leaning down to kiss me, tangling his large hands in my hair. His metal hand felt cold on my burning scalp. I slid my hands across his abs, up across his chest, and around his neck. He groaned when I tugged softly at the hair close to his neck, pulling away to toss me onto the bed. I giggled, leaning on my elbows as he kicked off his jeans, standing in nothing but a pair of navy boxers. His imprint was huge, and I could already tell it was going to be a tight fit. I licked my lips wickedly, smiling as he climbed over me.

He leaned up on his knees, straddling me with an intense look in his eyes. "You sure you want this?" His hand ran through his hair.

"Without a doubt." I batted my eyes at him.

"Fuck me." He whispered before kissing me roughly. His tags grazed my neck lightly. He pulled away, moving his lips against my neck until I let out a whiny moan. He smirked, focusing on that one spot and biting down. I groaned, hand running across his firm bicep and squeezing. He pulled away with a smug look. "You like 'em?" He flexed his arm in front of me. I rolled my eyes at his cockiness, but the sight made my panties soak even more. I rubbed my legs together. He noticed, laughing breathlessly. "Take that as a yes."

"Oh-" I was cut off when he pulled one of my nipples in his mouth, twirling the other one with his hand. I moaned needily, arching my back against the mattress. My skin felt as if it were on fire, my core throbbing painfully. "Please, Bucky."

"Yes, baby?" He looked up at me, and I almost died at the sight before me. His hair was messy, face flushed as he let go of my nipple, still kneading my other breast. "Tell me, what do you want?" He kissed my sternum.

"Touch me. Please." I whispered, breathing shakily.

"As you wish, darlin'." He winked with a smile before dragging his hand down, pulling the elastic of my underwear back, and letting it slap against my skin. I gasped, jumping in surprise. He chuckled, body traveling down until I felt his breath on my thigh. "Soaked through." He pressed his cheek into my inner thigh, dangerously close to my pussy. I sucked in a sharp breath. "This all for me?"

I nodded, grabbing the blanket under me with my nails. He pulled back. "I asked you a question. Use your words."

"Yes." I huffed, biting my lip in anticipation.

"Good girl." I moaned at the nickname. Bucky pushed my legs up, gliding from the outer sides and up, slowly pulling down my underwear. I exhaled loudly when the cold air hit my pulsing heat. "Beautiful." He mumbled before diving in.

His tongue was wicked, and he knew just how to use it. I let out a string of curses when he wrapped his lips around my swollen clit, sucking lightly before pulling away and moving his attention elsewhere. I groaned when I felt the roughness of his fingertips graze across my clit, moving down and teasing my entrance.

He slowly inserted one finger, his other hand holding my thigh still. His pace was slow and torturous. I wanted to say something, but all I could do was gasp when he inserted a second finger. His fingers were thick and long, and felt much better than my own. His hand fucked into me at a steady pace, mouth focused on my clit, drawing figures across and applying the perfect pressure.

"Oh my god," I moaned, biting into my bottom lip harshly. I tangled my hands into his hair, tugging roughly. He let out a feral groan at the feeling, and I gasped as he vibrated into me. I yanked his head back, looking down at his soaked stubble. It turned me on even more. "Need you. In me. Now." He smiled, pulling his fingers out and licking them clean.

He watched me the entire time. "So sweet." He whispered, pulling my knees apart and breathing heavily. "Been dreaming of this. Of you." He pulled his boxers down, freeing his large, bobbing cock. I gasped at the size, angry and red with anticipation. He chuckled at my reaction. He leaned forward, pressing a slow, tender kiss to my lips. I smiled lazily as he pulled away, wrapping my hand around his tip. His entire body shook, breath gravely still. "Fuck."

I giggled, gliding my hand up and down a few times, watching his jaw clench tightly. "Now you gon fuck me or no?" I whispered, repeating my words from earlier.

"Better than you've ever been before." I rolled my eyes at his confidence.

"That's bold. I have high expectations." I winked at him, whimpering when his tip grazed my entrance.

"Make them higher." He said sternly before pushing his hard length into me, drawing out a choked moan. He blew out a large breath, grabbing my thighs and pulling my legs to wrap around his body. He held still for a moment, letting me get used to his size. "You okay?" His eyes looked into mine intensely.

"Mhm. I trust you." I whispered.

"I need a yes or no, sweetheart." He furrowed his brows.

"God, yes." He smiled, pulling his hips back slowly and pushing back into me deep. I was breathless, the sheer size of him and the feeling of him on top of me making my thoughts fuzzy. I wrapped my arms around his large back, hands grasping at his shoulders. He maintained eye contact with me, both of our eyes closing occasionally. His rhythm was slow and deep, stretching me in a way I've never felt before. My breath was gone, sucking in a deep breath when he moved faster. His hips snapped against mine, surely leaving a mark in the morning.

"Feel good, baby?" He whispered in my ear, sending goosebumps down my back, and I arched into him. One hand held the small of my back, positioning me so he could go deeper. The other propped on his elbow over my head, his head falling next to mine as he rocked into me. I moaned loudly, nails digging into his shoulder harshly as I felt my orgasm building. He groaned, pulling his hand away from my back and grabbing my thigh, lifting one leg up to rest on his shoulder. I screamed at the new angle, my senses overloaded.

"Better than I could ever imagine." He mumbled, lips brushing against my jaw. I felt tears gather in the corner of my eyes, biting down on my bottom lip as he pounded into me. He opened his eyes, immediately slowing down and pulling my face towards his concerned one. "Hey, what's wrong? Did I hurt you?" His face went white at the thought.

"No, God. Feels s'good." I tapped his arm. "Keep going. Please, Buck." I whined, letting out a choked sob when he rammed into me, quickening up to the same intensity as before. His calloused thumb wiped my tears away, holding my face gently.

"Doin' so good for me, aren't you?" He whispered with a smile, kissing a few straw tears away. "Fuck baby, I'm close." He tried his best to keep up, but his movements grew slightly more frantic. I dug my nails into his back even harder, surely drawing blood but he couldn't be bothered to care.

"Oh god," I breathed, screaming as I came, white hot pleasure surging through my veins. I bit down on his shoulder, eyebrows tight as I clenched around him. He continued to fuck hard, dragging my orgasm out longer until I was quivering. I threw my head back, gasping heavily when he pulled out of me, jerking off roughly to get his own release. I replaced his hands with my own, twisting my wrist and pumping him until he moaned and came all over my stomach, some hitting my breasts. I slowed my movements when I felt him come down, hand dropping to my side.

We both were breathing heavily, sweat coating our bodies. He threw his head back, taking a large breath before looking down at me. I gave him a lazy smile, too exhausted to care that his cum was dripping between my breasts. He groaned at the sight, closing his eyes and relishing in the moment.

After catching our breath, he slowly pulled himself off of me, climbing out of the bed and walking to the bathroom. I admired his bare ass and smirked when I noticed the deep red lines on his back. I could hear him shuffling around, coming back with a baby wipe. He gave me a gentle smile as he cleaned my thighs, his touch featherlight. He then cleaned my chest, getting up once more to toss the wipe and pull his boxers back on.

In all honesty, his lack of words scared me. "I can leave if you want," I mumbled, looking down at my bare thighs. He whipped his head around, looking right at me.

"What? No." He walked over to me, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I didn't mean this as just sex." He played with my hair as I looked up at him.

"Oh." I whispered, embarrassed for bringing it up in the first place.

"Is... that what you want? Just sex?" He whispered, pursing his lips.

"No! I just... I'm not used to guys wanting me to stay after it's over." I stared at him, waiting for him to lash out and decide he hates me and wants me out.

"I will always want you to stay over." He stated firmly, grabbing my hand and squeezing it. I smiled brightly, squeezing his hand. "I'm gonna go get some water. If you want clothes, feel free to help yourself. Although god knows I prefer you without them." He winked, pressing a kiss to my cheek before standing up and walking out of the room. I giggled at him, admiring his room. Only now I notice the smell of his clean sheets, and the way all his clothes were organized by color in the open closet. Clothes. I shuddered, goosebumps rising on my bare skin.

I heard the tap running in the kitchen. I stood up, legs like jelly, carrying me weakly to the closet. I grazed my hands along the fabrics until I paused on a soft blue Henley. Smiling, I pulled it off the hanger and over my body, sighing at the feeling.

I used the restroom, running my hands through my hair in the mirror and detangling all the knots. I looked like a mess. My makeup was smudged, and I had a small trail of mascara dragging down my cheeks. I washed it off the best I could, looking up when I saw him walk back into the room. He smiled when he saw what I chose.

"Don't you look good?" He mumbled, passing me the glass I had earlier, only now it was full. "Drink. You need it."

I obliged, finishing the glass and earning a kiss on the cheek. He groaned, wrapping his strong arms around me and pulling me into his warmth. I accepted happily, letting him engulf me.

"Steve lied to me," I mumbled against his collarbone. He chuckled, and I could feel the vibration.

"How's that?" He pulled away, grabbing my hand and heading me to the bed. He sat down, pulling me to stand between his legs. I held the sides of his face, feeling the prickle of his stubble on my palms. He looked up at me with adoring eyes.

"Said you weren't good with the ladies. Seems to me like you're pretty smooth." I winked, and he scoffed loudly.

"Leave it to Steve." He kissed my palm, grabbed my waist, and flipped me to lie on the bed. I squealed happily, laughing when I landed. He pulled the covers back, climbing under and holding out his arms for me to climb into. I nuzzled happily into him, wrapping my arm around his beefy chest and burying my head in his side. My leg pulled up and wrapped around his thigh. "Light on or off?" He whispered, motioning to the lamp next to him.