[ He likes her smile. It was nice in the cuddlr, but it's better like this. More vibrant. Living color. He's found that the more used to technology he gets the less it can capture the person. It doesn't catch the way the skin may crinkle or the way her cheeks change color just the slightest bit. It doesn't get all the little bits and pieces that make a person. He'll always prefer face to face for this very reason. Because her smile is enough to make Steve smile even bigger. He just hopes he doesn't look a little crazy.
Steve takes a breath when her fingers wrap around his wrist. She's pulling him along, but there's not too much effort. He'll happily go with her. Following her into her kitchen like a new big bulky puppy. He's not a vase guy. His mother wasn't either. Mostly because when Steve was younger fresh flowers turned him into a sneezing mess. He could only tolerate one in the house. She tended to use pop bottles for whatever he picked her when running the streets behind Bucky. There's a warm feeling of nostalgia in his stomach when he watches her find a place for his flower.
But then she turns and for half a second Steve feels the warmth shift gears. There's a knot in his stomach and his mouth feels a little dry. The way she can look at a fella makes him almost wanna shake. But he's strong and firm. ] I like to be outside the box. [ He knows why he's here and so does she. He lifts a hand to cup her cheek and for a moment he lingers. Taking a second to look her over. He bows, but he stops short. ] This is okay right? [ Steve, you just typed slightly poetic dirty things to her and you're asking this question? Then again she might not wanna be kissed yet. He doesn't dare to presume. ]
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Steve takes a breath when her fingers wrap around his wrist. She's pulling him along, but there's not too much effort. He'll happily go with her. Following her into her kitchen like a new big bulky puppy. He's not a vase guy. His mother wasn't either. Mostly because when Steve was younger fresh flowers turned him into a sneezing mess. He could only tolerate one in the house. She tended to use pop bottles for whatever he picked her when running the streets behind Bucky. There's a warm feeling of nostalgia in his stomach when he watches her find a place for his flower.
But then she turns and for half a second Steve feels the warmth shift gears. There's a knot in his stomach and his mouth feels a little dry. The way she can look at a fella makes him almost wanna shake. But he's strong and firm. ] I like to be outside the box. [ He knows why he's here and so does she. He lifts a hand to cup her cheek and for a moment he lingers. Taking a second to look her over. He bows, but he stops short. ] This is okay right? [ Steve, you just typed slightly poetic dirty things to her and you're asking this question? Then again she might not wanna be kissed yet. He doesn't dare to presume. ]