#innapropriate

The knock at the door had you on edge. It was well past a reasonable time for company and you hadn't been expecting anyone. Your eyes flit to what's closest to the front door, and anything you can use to protect myself if opening the door goes south. You silently pad your way to the front, sporting a huge Captain America shirt that falls to your thighs. You take a deep breathe before opening the door and...

Before you have time to register what is happening, you am crushed into a giant hug. It's Steve, he's home. It takes a few minutes for the adrenaline to step aside before you properly hug him back. He had been gone for ages- two weeks and 4 days to be exact. You feel tears prick your eyes as you nuzzle in closer. You had missed him so, so much but you hadn't expected him back for another few days. You look up at him to say "I missed you," "I'm glad you’re safe," "You scared me to death"-anything but you are met with a crushing kiss. You’re slowly pressed up against the inside of the front door, hearing it close with a click. He kisses me deeply and you can feel the words he isn't saying: he missed me too.

When he finally gives me a chance to breath you say, "What are you doing here? I thought I was supposed to meet you at the tower on Friday?" We didn't come to my apartment often, in fact, Steve had only been here one other time. You both had rooms at the tower and that is where most of your time was spent. You had been recovering from an injury that kept you out of the latest mission, which is the only reason you had been staying here instead. You realize Steve is still in his suit and his shield is still strapped to his back- he must've walked straight off the Quinn Jet and straight to his car to come here. Not that you were complaining, the suit did wonders on his already perfect body. You preen at the fact he couldn't wait a moment longer to see you, because that is how you always felt about him too.

"We were able to wrap up early. There was no need to drag the mission out anymore, not when I have a pretty girl sitting at home waiting on me." Cap says, pressing another kiss, but this one to your forehead. You blush furiously, realizing just how long it had been since he held you, touched you. You flush even more when he tilts his head, smirking at you. He had heard your heart beat kick up, curse him and that super soldier hearing-

Next thing you know, your feet are off the ground as Steve hauls you up and carries you back towards your room. Anxiety prickles in the back of your mind because you and Steve had never done anything like that here. You weren't sure that the hand-me-down full size bed would provide enough space for the two of you. Before you can protest though, you back meets the mattress and Steve is grinning down at you.

"I missed you. I missed you so much I couldn't wait for you to get to the tower. I need you darlin'" He says, punctuating his sentences with kisses up your leg, staring near your ankle and working his way up, up, up....

You quickly tug his hair and pull him up for another kiss, this one deeper, more sensual as he trails a hand under your oversized t-shirt. He leaves it on but when he reaches your underwear and slowly gives them a tug down. You gasp when he gently thrusts against you, feeling him, feeling how much he wants you-needs you. "Please." You let out, a plea and a command and a whine all at once.

Everything is a blur from there, kisses, bites, skin-you are both starving, desperate. Steve was incredible, and you could tell the pent up energy was starting to get to him. He was going hard, rougher that usual and you would be lying if you said you weren't enjoying yourself. Steve gives a particularly delicious thrust you hear the bed make a cracking sound that has you both freezing. Shame paints your face, a little embarrassed. Steve decides to ignore it, thrusting again, hard, deep-

Crack!

Steve looks flustered and frustrated, before quickly smiling to himself. "Wait here doll, just a second- be right back." He says soothingly when you whine at his withdrawal. You feel the euphoria wearing off as you wait for him to come back, your mind starting to race about what in the world he could be doing.

But oh gods was it worth it when you see Steve, America's golden boy, lean in your door frame, naked as the day he was born, with his shield in one hand and a devious smirk on his face. You lay there, drinking him in, broad shoulders, delicious abs, his long, hard-