( sara doesn't mind the moment to catch her breath herself, sitting back a little, running a hair through her mess of blonde waves that's surely gotten mussed by now in all the excitement. she's content to just watch steve for a moment, catch a glimpse of that sheepish little smile of his.
the man sitting beneath her feels like an oxymoron in the way the strong carve of muscle she could feel when her body pressed flat against his gives way to such a soft smile like that, to words that sound far more genuine than what she's used to. it's stupidly endearing, even when sara isn't entirely sure what to make of him. )
First time for everything, huh? ( coupled with a smile that's about as genuine as it gets, considering she thinks she's being funny and diffusing whatever tension seems to have him in its grip. )
i love ruining steve rogers' life
the man sitting beneath her feels like an oxymoron in the way the strong carve of muscle she could feel when her body pressed flat against his gives way to such a soft smile like that, to words that sound far more genuine than what she's used to. it's stupidly endearing, even when sara isn't entirely sure what to make of him. )
First time for everything, huh? ( coupled with a smile that's about as genuine as it gets, considering she thinks she's being funny and diffusing whatever tension seems to have him in its grip. )