CUDDLR.

[leaguer]

SARA LANCE (29) my girlfriend says i'm good in bed

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[leaguer]

( most bad guys don't, but sara's a morally grey probably-formerly-considered bad guy with a heart of gold who will relish in giving steve the tips that it's so devastatingly clear he requires. )

Hey, anything can be code for sex if you try hard enough
For example, I could really go for some fondue tonight
Maybe even knock boots with someone
Roll in the hay
Get to know someone biblically
If you know what I mean

[recruited]

[ They really should learn to appreciate a quality set of abs. It might endear them more. ]

Man, I'm pretty sure some of these sayings might actually be older than me.

Question is are you really looking to get some fondue or is it just another example?

[ It's tough to say if he means fondue or fondue. It's Steve. ]

[leaguer]

You're pretty funny for an old guy, too.

Which one do you think it is?
I'll leave that up to you
Make you think about it a little bit more.

( something's telling sara nnnnnot to push it too far, considering his — she'll call it "delicate sensibilities" due to his original time period. doesn't mean that she's not going to tease the hell out of him and make him sweat it out if she can help it, though. )

[recruited]

You know the old saying with age comes wisdom. They forgot the part that with age comes jokes. Many, many, many jokes.

[ He is very delicate. Delicate sensibilities often kicking in. ]

It's not nice to leave the elderly just wondering. When we don't have answers our imaginations run wild. It's not pretty. Ya know telling me is actually doing a public service.

[leaguer]

All dad jokes aside
Your imagination running wild is kind of the whole point
I might be doing you a public service already and you just don't realize it

Or maybe you just don't want to admit it

[recruited]

[ That's the Steve Rogers specialty. Dad jokes and sass that never seems to have an ending point. Buckle in, Sara. ]

Sure you wanna mess with my imagination? Been alive a long time. It gets pretty vast.

[ It doesn't. He knows some things, but he's not creative in that sense. He has a lot to learn. But he can talk big. Steve's always been good at that. Even when he weighted a hundred pounds soaking wet. ]

What makes you think I don't wanna admit it?

[leaguer]

Because you're dancing around the topic, Mr. Rogers.

( talk about dad jokes. grandpa jokes? sara can rock 'em on occasion — like right now, as she fights off the urge to tell him to fondue her already. )

I just wanna get to know that imagination of yours a little more.
See if things are as pretty inside as they are outside.

[recruited]

[ Well, she's not wrong. He is dancing around the topic. Only because Steve's not overly used to talking about it this up front. But maybe he needs this. ]

Alright. Inspire me and I'll see what I can do for you.

[ Though that sounds far dirtier than he intends, but it works. ]

[leaguer]

( it certainly works for sara, anyways. luckily for steve, even if he crashes and burns spectacularly, she'll probably still be incredibly endeared.

in the meantime: )

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Decided to leave at least a little bit to that so-called vast imagination of yours.

[recruited]

[ He almost drops his phone, but his reflexes are better than the average human so he catches it. Trying to process how she looks that nice. He's never met a girl with abs that nice. Not even Nat. ]

I'm very inspired. Wow. You're a one of a kind lady aren't you?

[ He'll elaborate soon. He just needed to clarify that. ]

thanks phone tags for the hecked up html

[leaguer]

( or i could try that again

don't worry — in the meantime, sara's gonna be over here, entirely too satisfied with herself. )

You could say that.

i dug it outta the coding LOL

[recruited]

[ He know she's alone in his apartment, but he's looked around his living room like five times to make sure that he doesn't have anyone watching him. Like he could somehow get into trouble for this. You're a grown man, Steven. ]

The first thing that came to my mind is I wanna really kiss your stomach. Well, you in general. All over.

YOU DA REAL MVP

[leaguer]

( it's more of an answer than sara's expecting, and boy, does she like it. he's a fast learner, this one — a total loser or not. sara's none the wiser. )

I like the sound of that.

All over, huh?
I bet your lips would feel nice all over
Against my stomach, down along my hip bones, my thighs
Might even let you kiss me all nice and properly if you're lucky

the only accomplishment i can feel proud of

[recruited]

[ He's bad at this. He can only really go with what sounds good in his head. What he wants as well. He doesn't go too dirty because while she does seem to be giving off the signs that she can handle it Steve still worries. Like he usually does. ]

Really now? I think I'd like that. You look like you have nice lips. Soft. Perfect you could say. And your neck. Bet I could kiss that too.

[leaguer]

( is he, though?? is he really that bad at this? because sara's inclined to disagree, if only because of the way her thumb swipes to unlock her phone a little too quickly each time she gets the little alert chime from cuddlr. )

I bet you could, too.
You thinking about using your hands at all, Steve?
You look like you probably have good hands but what do I know

[recruited]

[ As an artist maybe he can paint a picture. Words are easy to come by when you're giving a big speech, but a little more difficult when they're directed at a pretty girl. He learned that. ]

I'm an artist. My hands are pretty good.

I'd be happy to have my hands do some wandering. Fingertips down your sides. Only if you're not ticklish though. Raising your shirt slowly. Bit by bit. Kissing each new spot that's exposed. Until I can get it off. Touch you for real.

[leaguer]

( steve's good at painting pictures — so good that he's putting sara's imagination through the ringer, making her bite the inside of her lip as she reads to keep focus, her foot bouncing restlessly as she lays sprawled across her couch, legs crossed.

sara's going to reel herself in a little before she gets too carried away — because god does she want to get carried away right now. )

For the record, I'm not ticklish.
I dunno why I doubted you, Steve
Your imagination's still pretty good in your old age
Makes me want to tell you to put your money where your pretty mouth is

[recruited]

[ He appreciates the compliment. Where his pretty mouth is. No one's ever told him that. Somehow it seems less strange to hear from someone like Sara. Or maybe it's just cause she's really pretty. It negates the awkward factor that could come from literally anyone else. ]

What'd you have in mind?

[leaguer]

If I gave you my address, would you come over?
If it's not past your bed time, I mean.
You've been so good about indulging me so far
I wouldn't want to seem greedy.

[recruited]

I think I got the time for you.

What's your address, Sara? I'll let you be as greedy as you like.

[ Deep breaths, big guy. ]

[leaguer]

( you can do it, steve!! at least sara believes so, or she wouldn't be sending him a map pin of her apartment right now. )

Just remember that a lady doesn't like to be kept waiting
I'll expect you here in a jiffy

( look at her — she can be old timey, too. )

[recruited]

[ He's big talk when he's here. Here in his apartment and not near her, but he can handle this. He can handle this. This is okay. This is good. He's been on a few dates. Granted they all sort of simmered out and he went back to his life every single time. He maybe threw himself into work with SHIELD a little bit more, but he did try. He can do this too. Maybe it's not the usual for him. Maybe it's a little more direct, but he can handle direct. He likes direct. At least he doesn't have to guess what's going on.

Steve leaves his apartment. He doesn't take too long. Maybe he doesn't take a jiffy, but he gets there. He stops though. He plucks one flower from a vendor, pays and then he makes his way there. Maybe that's not traditional--whatever this is--behavior, but Steve has never been traditional. He wasn't back then and he isn't now. He goes by the beat of his own drummer.

Call him old. Call him lame. Call him just out dated. But he knocks. Twice. He fixes the sides of his hair four times before Sara can probably get to the door. But when it opens he presents the single flower like a nerd. You sure you wanted this booty call, Sara? ]

[leaguer]

( he's tall.

— no, he's big. built.

it's the first thing sara really notices when she opens the door. his face is almost too handsome to even be considered legal. she wasn't worried about who might end up at her door, but there's always the curiosity to compare the self-curated cuddlr profile to the person in real life. steve? steve is like being ... reverse catfished, having someone who's all that you expected and then some, show up at your door.

and then there's the flower, which her gaze finally meets after doing a once-over of him for probably a second too long. steve brought her a flower, after teasing banter and steamy texts, and it just — makes her lips curl into a wide smile, a warm feeling starting to bubble up in her chest that makes her feel like she could laugh.

instead, she curls her fingers around the stem of the flower that's been presented to her by this frankly unfair-looking old man, takes a step back to let him into her apartment, and says a deeply profound, ) Hey.

[recruited]

[ She's small. Then again most people are fairly small next to Steve he's found. If he was his original size before the serum then she'd probably be taller than him. But right now he's realizing just how different their sizes are. But he knows exactly what's underneath the top. Abs that he's pretty sure give him and Thor a run for their money. But he probably shouldn't be thinking about Thor and compared his abs to Sara right now. That's not the important thing.

He's a little nervous about the flower. This isn't a date. This isn't a friendly conversation. This is something else entirely. Something that's not in Steve's wheelhouse, but he's trying to expand. Bucky told him to get out there more. Try to enjoy this little vacation they've been given. Not really a vacation though. Not with everything back home still circling the drain. But he's here to change that right. Being here at Sara's front door is going to change that. And maybe a few other things.

Steve's smile widens when she says hey. Simple. He steps inside and around her. Careful not to bump or bulldoze her. Once inside he turns to look at her. ] I uh--I don't normally do this. [ He pauses. ] Ever. [ Another smile. ] I hope that's not weird or bad form. [ To bring a flower to whatever this is. ]

[leaguer]

( steve states what's been pretty apparent to sara from the moment she laid eyes on him, but she doesn't judge him for it. no, it only serves to make her more curious about steve — about what his life's been like, about his personality, considering she likes what she's seen thus far — which is a pretty new thing for sara, too. one night stands are usually supposed to be just that — one night. this feels different, and it's absolutely exciting. )

First time for everything, ( she says with a sly smile; whether she's talking about his lack of random cuddlr hookups or her own lack of floral gifts during her own random cuddlr hookups is anyone's guess.

tentatively, like she's dealing with a baby deer she doesn't want to scare off, sara curls her fingers around his wrist, featherlight, gives a little tug so he'll follow her into the kitchen of her relatively small generic eudio starter apartment. almost mindlessly, one-handed, she grabs an empty wine bottle from the counter, fills it with water from the sink, and places her beautiful little gift inside (she's never really been a vase kind of girl), still keeping steve within arm's length of her. once she's satisfied with that, she turns back to him, eyes bright and a little mischievous when coupled with the small grin on her face. ) Hell of a precedent you're setting, Steve Rogers.