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( 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

[ 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.

( 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

[ 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.

( 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

[ 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?

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.

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. ]

( 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. )

[ 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? ]

( 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.

[ 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. ]

( 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.

[ 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. ]

( sara gazes up into those big blues of his like she's trying to piece all of these different things about him together — that whole "frozen in ice" thing, his fumbles with modern slang, his innate grace when it comes to stringing words together into something much more than silly texts on a screen, the sheer charm that he has without even trying. frankly, she can hardly wrap her head around it, and then —

it doesn't matter, because he's cutting right to the chase now, surprising her yet again as fingers (weathered, she notes mentally) brush against her cheek; sara's only natural reaction is to tilt her chin up, lean into his touch.

— except he stops short? her eyes blink open to meet his with a furrowed brow, confused and a little concerned and then steve just. speaks. asks such a ridiculous question that she can't help but laugh, mostly just surprised by it. but, as if to prove to him that she's not laughing at him, she slides her hand on top of his against her cheek, stands on her tiptoes so she can close that damn gap without his help, lips capturing his in a warm kiss that she lets linger, tugging him down to her level. )

That answer your question? ( sara asks once their mouths part, a little breathy, hint of a laugh still carrying in her voice. )

[ He's always liked a lady that knows how to take charge. He was drawn to Peggy almost instantly because she didn't take anybody's shit. That included other male soldiers which at that point in history he knows damn well wasn't easy. Sharon was the same. Maybe it's not just by chance that he liked her cuddlr. A confident woman is a very attractive woman. And right now Sara's pretty much turned herself into the number one contender in his eyes.

Those lips connect with his and he lets out a noise. Somewhere between mild shock and pleasure. The question has him smiling though once the kiss comes to an end. Which he doesn't intend to let fly because boy does he wanna kiss her again. Especially after that. ] I'm enlightened now. [ Steve decides to let his instinct do a little bit of driving. Well, instinct and logical thought since they are indeed still standing in her kitchen.

His hands circle her waist on either side and he uses that hold to pick her up and put her onto the edge of the counter. To get her closer to his height as he steps in and leans towards her. ] Let's see if I can answer a few more. [ Without another word Steve kisses her. A little deeper this time. He's not a complete geezer. He has done plenty of kissing before. His nerves are doing a wonderful job of quieting down for once. ]

( there's a power in the way that he lifts her and sets her onto the counter that sends a certain thrill of excitement right through sara. she makes no efforts to hide her desire for control, for power, in these types of situations — in fact, she thrives on it. it's no different than establishing her skill in battle — well, maybe a little bit. either way, sara comes out on top and pleased.

she doesn't relinquish said power very often — it only comes with those that she considers her equal and maybe even then some; steve's abilities deep under the cute-but-geeky façade start to push themselves to the forefront and sara is a little more than into it, mouth still partially open like she might've gasped in that split second.

sara doesn't have to worry about coming up with some quippy, flirty response, because the guy finally takes the opportunity to just go for it and kiss her, even deeper than she'd kissed him the first time, and by god, he's actually a really good kisser (for an old man). a hand slides up the back of his neck as her lips part against his to deepen the kiss, thighs parting instinctively so she can urge him closer to her. )

[ His making out ability does not really extend to kitchens. When he's kissed a woman it's usually been on a doorstep or a couch after a date. Sometimes something a little simpler. Though the most complicated is probably Peggy and their kiss while he was about to jump out of a moving vehicle. Either way despite this actually being inside a home and not a moving vehicle in the middle of a firefight his brain still whirls. Trying to decide how to get out of the kitchen. What's polite and what's just too much?

But he can't overthink this. Which Steve wants to do. He won't let himself. Maybe he's a little less likely to botch this up because they talked beforehand. He knows what she wants. What they discussed. He at least wants to get them somewhere more comfortable. Maybe with less dishes and knives. If she thinks it's the last time he's gonna lift her she'll be mistaken. Because this definitely won't be it. He's stronger now and he's not afraid to use it.

With her thighs parted and him closer he pulls her against him. One arm around her and the other stooping lower. His hand cupping her ass as he hauls her off the counter and carts her out of the kitchen. Blindly taking them in the direction of the living room. Hopefully. His shins hit the couch and he knows he's correct. Steve lets himself fall back onto the cushions and settle in the corner with her. His lips only break from hers to breathe and smile. ]

I try not to make out around knives if I can help it. [ It's not that funny which is why he tilts his head and moves in to press a light kiss to her neck. ]

( sara's far too caught up in the moment to overthink any of this anymore — not when she has his decidedly very good hands holding onto her as her legs tighten around his waist, carrying her into the living room, and there's that electric sort of excitement that goes right through her as she marvels at his strength yet again, straddling his lap once he's got them on the couch.

a laugh bubbles up from sara's chest at his comment — he might not think he's funny, but she certainly does, considering her veritable arsenal of knives and other weapons she's got stashed in this place, including in her bedroom. it drives home the fact that all in all, the two of them really have no clue what the other one is about and there's a certain thrill in that, especially when she ends up on the lap of this handsome mostly-stranger who — god — has a mouth that feels stupidly nice against her skin.

it makes her tilt her chin up, drape her arms over his shoulders lazily, give him access to more of her neck, a pleased hum simmering low in the back of her throat, corners of her mouth still curled up into a smile. )

Knives aren't so bad, ( she says through a breathy laugh. ) It's the people wielding them you've gotta watch out for.

[ Steve never really got the teenage years that a lot of people did. Sitting on a couch and making out. Though it was more making out in the backseat of a car in his time. He didn't have money for a car. No one in his family did plus he was a New Yorker. Not practical. But he never got this. Anything close to this. He missed out on those experiences. The laziness that came with making out. Or even the urgency that eventually erupted when you just needed something more.

Maybe he should have gotten to know her better. Should have asked more questions. Hell when Bucky went hunting for dates for Steve he put a lot of effort in. He made sure they were the right fit. Steve contacted a girl, flirted and then sort of just went with the flow. Which has taken him right into Sara. With her places in his lap and her body pulled close. He can't explain it.

But he should tell her. Because he's not sure if it's fair not to tell her. ] Knife talk aside. [ He smiles weakly. Catching his breath. ] I uh--something I should say. This? I don't do this. And by this I mean the whole thing. [ Please catch on, Sara. Please catch on. ]

( 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. )

[ He's not sure if now is the time to ask her questions about herself, but he wants to. For a moment. He wants to know more. But they're already well on their way to something far more fun. He knows that. Maybe later. Or maybe not at all. He's not sure what's going to happen after. Maybe it's a one time event. He doesn't ever presume to know the ins and outs of the female mind. But damn does he wish he was a mind reader in this exact moment.

Steve's appreciative. That she's not gasping or asking how it's possible. That seems to be the general consensus when he tells females something that sounds impossible about himself. They get one look at him now and can't put the pieces together. But they don't know how he looked back in his time. ]

As long as you don't mind my inexperience in that department. [ He's done his fair share of kissing. Lots of it. But everything else kinda of isn't his wheelhouse. He knows what to do. He's not that hopeless. Maybe it's just the anxiety that's got him a little jittery. ]

( nope, here's that stereotypical surprise, once sara finally pieces it together. she'd just thought — that he didn't really do the whole casual sex thing — but from the sound of it ...

luckily for both of them, it's quickly tucked away in a heartbeat; sara has some semblance of tact, and league of assassins training in the art of deception, of being exactly what your mark wants you to be. steve's probably as far from a mark as he can get, but that doesn't mean that sara won't be happy to adapt herself to him.

rather than give him a verbal answer, she gives him a physical one. she tips her head forward and captures his lips in another kiss, slow and even a little sweet despite the way she deepens it, her hips starting to roll, slow and steady, against his lap. sara can be patient with him, and she sure as hell can teach him; he's got as good a teacher as any.

maybe she wants to test the waters a little further, though, if only to see how he'll react. still kissing him, a hand undoes her jeans and the other links her fingers with his over the top of his hand, guiding it towards her abdomen, just beneath the fabric of her shirt so he can feel that the picture that she'd sent him was no joke — all that muscle.

the difference between her fingertips and his, rough and weathered, over the carved v at her hips is stark, sends a little shiver through her. but before sara makes herself too antsy, she guides him lower, curving between her thighs, and when she tugs her hand away, she leaves his there between denim and the smooth fabric of her underwear, her hips continuing to grind just that little bit to really help him feel her. )

[ Well, she did her very best to contain it. He doesn't mind it that much. He expects it. He tries not to make it public knowledge unless he has to. It's not that he doesn't want to, but mostly that he just gets busy. Being an Avenger sort of sucks up your personal life in a big way. That and Steve Rogers likes to pretend that's the reason he's not dating. Not because of any other emotional reasoning. Definitely not. But her surprise doesn't last long and he untenses when she looks less shocked.

He's a little concerned about the lack of words, but Sara goes right ahead and bypasses all of that. No need to really talk about it. Because she's kissing him and he's really thankful for that. He hates talking about it. He always winds up tripping over his words and crashing and burning. Her hips move and Steve holds her a little tighter than he intends. The sudden surprise friction really nice.

Sara is a lady of action. He hears the button being undone and then suddenly she's got his hand and it's moving. Under her shirt and up over the muscle. Never had a dame with muscle like that, but he's liking it. But she's got other things in mind. She guides it down and down and down. Right to where she wants it. Right where he's not expecting, but he's willing to lean into it. It's not too hard to figure out.

His hand presses into the front of her jeans firmer. Giving her hand a little something to push into. His kiss fades into some heavy breathing because he's gotta say he really likes it. All of this. All on his own his hand lifts out, but only to dip back in, but get inside her underwear as well. Giving her more to feel as well. ]

( steve responds well — no, better than she could've anticipated to the unashamed way she guides his hand between her thighs and leaves it there to figure things out for himself; the fiction between her underwear and his fingers is intoxicating, and makes her crave more. and — god, does he give her more.

that's the biggest surprise of all, steve's lack of hesitancy when it comes to slipping those fingers of his between her bare skin and her underwear, and there's a soft moan that pushes past sara's lips that proves it. he'll be able to feel exactly how hot he's gotten her, fingers gliding against her easily as her hips roll against his hand. )

That's — ( sara starts, licking her lower lip as she tries to gather herself a little more, steady herself from how badly he's got her worked up — to a level that she hadn't quite anticipated. ) That's good.

( she thinks he deserves a reward for that at least, or maybe she just wants to get some of her clothes off because of how flushed she's feeling. either way, she tugs her t-shirt up over her head and tosses it aside in one fluid motion, leaves an expanse of her skin newly exposed for him, not having bothered with a bra this evening, nipples peaking in the cool air. a hand reaches to grab needily at the back of his neck, fingers carding at the short crop of blonde hair there, her other hand reaching to grip the back of the couch, give her some leverage as she grinds her hips against him. )

CUDDLR.

YOU DA REAL MVP

the only accomplishment i can feel proud of

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i love ruining steve rogers' life

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