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Tony was furious when he entered the lounge area of the tower, where Clint and Natasha were sprawled out on the large couch, watching some trash talk show.
“Where is he?!” he growled, barely looking at them, just waiting for their answer.
The redhead muted the TV.
“Where's who?” she wanted to know, even if she had a guess. She was not wrong.
“Rogers.” Tony was nearly fuming with anger.
“Last time I saw him, he was in the kitchen with Barnes and your sister.” Clint said, regretting his answer immediately when Natasha slapped the back of his head hard.
—————
About half an hour earlier, Tony had already been looking for the Captain—back then far less furious—because he wanted to fix some issue Steve was having with his shield.
He’d checked the common room, the gym, even the shooting range, but the star-spangled man had apparently vanished into thin air.
The only place left to check was Steve’s room, though Tony doubted he’d find him there in the middle of the day.
Maybe Steve was out in the city, grabbing coffee or whatever. Fine by him—Tony mostly wanted the shield so he could start the repairs himself.
To be sure, he knocked.
“Cap? You in there? I’m here for your frisbee.”
No answer. He knocked again. Still silence. With a roll of his eyes, Tony opened the door.
“All right… if I were a frozen grandpa, where would I hide my superhero toys? Closet? Nah. Under the bed, maybe…”
He dropped to the floor, stretched his arm beneath the bedframe—and grinned when his fingers hit solid metal.
“Ha! Jackpot!”
He yanked the shield out with triumph. But then he spotted something else beneath it, something rectangular. A book.
Tony smirked.
“Oh, Cap. Hiding your dirty magazines under the bed like a teenager? Let me guess—women in uniform?”
He picked it up—and paused when he realized it wasn’t porn at all. It was a sketchbook.
“Steven Grant Rogers, you artistic little snowflake,” Tony muttered, flipping open the cover.
Property of S.G.R. was written neatly on the first page.
“Let’s see what you’ve got in here. There’s gotta be something embarrassing.”
The first drawing was of Bucky—short hair, both arms, no Hydra vibes. Definitely a pre-brainwash Bucky.
The next made Tony smile. It was his sister, smiling shyly behind one hand. Admittedly… it was cute.
He no made a mental note to ask Steve for a copy.
All off the pictures seemed to show members of the team.
There was one of Clint, holding his bow
One of Nat, featuring her intimidating death-glare
Another one of his sister, grease on her face and holding a huge screwdriver
One of Tony's helmet
His sister, sitting on the ground with crossed legs
Thor, raising his hammer
Bruce in his lab-coat
Bucky, this time with his new arm
him, handsomely (at least that's how he would describe it) winking
His sister, seemingly laughing loud
His sister, reading a book
His sister, laying topless on a bed
Thor eating a Pop Tart …. Wait, WHAT?!
He turned the page back harshly, hoping his eyes had been playing tricks on him and that there wasn't a sketch of his babysister, laying on someone's bed, completely undressed from chin to waist.
But no, he was not hallucinating.
There was the picture.
She was lying down, arms crossed behind her head, smiling coyly and wearing NOTHING to cover her breasts.
In the bottom-left corner the sketch was signed.
It read -sgr-
Tony growled, ripping out the picture, dropping both, the sketchbook and the shield and darting
towards the door, murmuring “You are a dead man, Rogers.”
—————
The three of you were sitting at the kitchen counter, each sipping on a cup of coffee, talking about your week, when suddenly your cellphone screamed for attention.
“Sorry Bucky, hold that thought.”, you checked the caller ID, puzzled when it turned out to be Natasha
“Hey Nat, what's up?”
“Hide Steve.”
“Sorry, what?” you were confused.
“I told you to hide Steve. And better hurry.” she seemed serious.
“Nat, how am I supposed to hide Steve? It’s not like he’s an Easter egg or something… also I like him where he is right now.” Which was right beside you.
That actually was where you liked him best.
The man in question shot you a confused look to which you could only shrug your shoulders.
“Girl, Tony just furiously asked where Steve was. I think he found out, how patriotic exactly you have been lately.” Then the line went dead.
You let the phone sink down in your lap slowly and thought about what your best friend just said.
How patriotic you had been … hmm … was there anything you lately had done for Ameri … Oh …
Oh crap.
“Fuck.”
“Language.” the blond man admonished you almost automatically.
“Not now, Steve.” you looked at him panicking “Tony knows.”
“Fuck.”
“Uuuh, Stevie, I'm getting all riled up when you swear.” Bucky chuckled bemused “I'm curious, what does your brother know that makes it necessary to hide him?”
“You know exactly what, Barnes.” the soldier shot his best friend a warning glance.
“Well, what’s the worst he could do, really?” you asked, trying to convince yourself.
It didn’t work.
Steve rubbed the back of his neck. “He might just kill us.”
Bucky leaned back, smirking like this was the best entertainment he’d had in years. “Don’t worry, doll. I’ll give a beautiful speech at your funerals.”
—————
Bucky knew and so did Natasha. They both knew that you and Steve had upgraded your relationship status from being best friends to best friends with some benefits.
After Tony was finally willing to let you join the Avengers, the conversation going something like this:
“Why not?!”
“Because it's dangerous!”
“I can take care of myself. Thank you very much.”
“Damn Sweetheart, you would have to kick some serious ass.”
“Well, I do kick yours on a regular basis.”
you grew close to the Captain very fast.
You liked his cleverness, his smart humor and he was the sweetest gentleman you had ever met.
And somehow it seemed that he liked you too for whatever reason.
You spent a lot of time with him, helping him to check most of the points on the list he always carried around, listening to music, dragging him to the library to get some of your favorite books and some of the classics he missed while being a human ice-cube and of course watching a lot of films.
The latter somehow turned out to become a weekly ritual between the two of you; every Tuesday night you would grab some drinks and walk over to Steve's room who prepared some snacks and had Netflix all ready and set.
Rather sooner than later, it too became a habit that you just stayed over for the night as Steve was too much of a gentleman to wake you when you fell asleep beside him.
Other than the fact that he really enjoyed having you near him so relaxed and he really had to contain himself to not just quickly kiss you every time. So he just accepted his fate every week and fell asleep on the couch next to you.
You on the other hand really enjoyed it to wake up every Wednesday, cuddled close to the super soldier with the (you had to admit it) super body and him holding you tightly, as you somehow seemed to entangle your bodies overnight every time.
Most of the time you were awake before him, but you didn't want to interrupt his slumber, so you just watched his slackened face that was twitching sometimes as he dreamed or began to wake up.
Sometimes you had to hold back your hand not to move against his cheeks or even his lips.
This was actually your weekly highlight. Every single week.
This was going on quite some time until Steve simply snapped one evening.
—————
You were returning from a mission with Clint and Nat and Captain America himself.
The Quinjet had just landed and opened its front door as the two of you could already be heard, yelling at each other.
You stormed towards the fresh air, pressing one of your hands on the wound on your bleeding stomach.
“That was so incredibly stupid, Stark!”
Steve was walking behind you, waving his hands through the air dramatically.
“Jesus, Steven, I will not apologize for saving your godforsaken life!” you glared back over your shoulder, hoping for him to shut up.
He didn’t.
“Save my live, yeah.” he snorted. “You were jumping in front of me to save me from a scratch on my shoulder! And now look at you! You're sporting a nice hole in your stomach.”
You turned around fuming with anger.
“A scratch on your shoulder?! Really? That bullet was aiming for your heart and you know it! And it barely streaked me, so calm the heck down. You could just thank me.”
The Captain was just beginning to shout back at you when Clint stepped between the two of you.
“Could you both just stop?! God damn it, you two are even more annoying when you're fighting ...”
“Shut up, Bird Brain.” Steve and you answered simultaneously.
You then looked at each other and both took a deep breath. Steve began to crack a smile “Truce?”
“Truce.” you sighed. “Movie night?”
“Movie night.”
Steve held out his arms to hug you and you obliged happily, sighing again and calming down when you felt his strong arms around your torso.
The Archer turned towards Natasha who also just stepped out of the jet, “Can you believe those two?”
She just smirked.
About half an hour later you knocked on Steve's door, freshly showered and a bandage wrapped around your tummy, two bottles of coke in your hands.
Steve opened smiling and let you in, but it slipped to a frown as he saw you sitting down on the couch, hissing in pain.
You saw his expression and held out a finger towards him “Not a word. You called truce.”
“Oh, I didn't say anything.” he held up his hands in defense. “Just observing your obvious struggle with that totally unnecessary wound of yours.”
“Are you freakin' serious right now?”, you were on your feet again instantly, standing now right in front of him tilting back your head so you could look him in the face (which was kinda difficult because of his ridiculous height)
„Steven, I don't want to fight with you but if you won't shut up about that I'm going to hit you right in that pretty face of yours.”
“Well then maybe you shouldn't have pulled that stunt, Stark.”
He still used your last name. He was just as angry as you.
“Oh shut the fuck up! I can't fuckin' believe you! Just say thank you and let it go, already. Godfuckingdammit!”
“Watch your mouth, lady.” he was growling low.
“You know what?” standing on you tiptoes now, your hands on your waist, you looked him directly in the eyes
“Fucking make me.”
And he did.
Grabbing your face with both of his hands and smashing his lips onto yours angrily.
You didn't need long to respond and move your mouth against his as you slung your arms around his neck, grabbing some of the hair on the back of his head.
He moaned in the back of his throat and pulled back. “Damn woman, you drive me crazy!”
“Shut up and kiss me, Captain.”, you pulled him back down to your face and you both started to tumble towards his bed, connected through your lips.
—————
Panting you rolled of his chest, one hand still resting on his stomach, one of his arms wrapped around your waist, slightly fiddling with the bandage.
You were resting like this for a couple of minutes, until Steve laughed silently.
“Well, that was ...” he snickered, leaving the unfinished sentence hanging in the air.
“ … unexpected?” you offered “ … pretty damn awesome?”
“Both, I guess.”, he pecked you on the forehead and smiled down at you.
“Maybe I should get hurt more often?” you offered, smirking.
“Don't you dare. I still think that was a stupid stunt you pulled.”
You rolled your eyes and smacked him slightly on the chest, “Shut up.”
He laughed and then grinned dirty
“You know what? Make me.”
And you did.
—————
After that evening you were even more inseparable then before and sneaked into each other’s room nearly every night.
You both decided to keep it a secret from the others, as you were both too cowardly to admit actual feelings for each other, because you both feared it might destroy the friendship you had.
Secretly meeting worked for about three weeks, before both Nat and Bucky caught you in the act.
Looking back, maybe dry-humping Steve in the middle of the training area after you pinned him down wasn't as sneaky as you would have liked it to be. Especially with the door unlocked.
—————
He landed on the floor with a loud thud after you had aimed for his legs and somehow positioned yourself above him, sitting on his lower stomach and pinning his hands on either side of his head with your own.
“That was way to easy.” You smirked and gripped his wrists a little tighter to prove your point. “You seem to be a little off.”
“Hard to keep my mind on training when you are dancing around in those shorts.”
As if to make his point, he freed one of his hands and snatched the seam of your shorts just below your left buttcheek.
It came back down and you squealed a tiny bit because of the light sting.
He chuckled and placed his hand where he had just played with your shorts, as if to soothe the nonexistent pain.
“I have a feeling, you are trying to distract from the fact, I just completely kicked your ass and pinned you down easily.”
“Maybe” he smiled and sat up suddenly and without struggle, showing who ultimately was stronger and therefore in charge.
With his motion you had to sit up too and slid down to his lap, where you could feel, just what effect your shorts had on him.
“But maybe I just like having you on top of me.” and before you could answer, he had his mouth on yours and both hands on your ass, grinding you down.
Both of you were so engorged in your actions that you didn’t hear the footsteps on their way towards you.
“I’m just saying, that if it came to an arm wrestling situation in which the both of us could only use our left hand, I think I could still beat him, even when he’s wearing the suit.”
Natasha rolled her eyes and grabbed the towel she had thrown over her shoulder, before she extended her arm towards the door of the gym.
“Barnes,” she sighed “I really couldn’t care any less about your little big boy feud with Stark but if you are so … I FUCKING KNEW IT!”
“Holy shit Nat! Ever heard about fucking knocking?!”
“Have you guys heard about not fucking in public spaces?!”
You scrambled off of Steve’s lap as fast as you could and the supersoldier tried to rearrange his pants to hide the obvious bulge there.
Behind Nat, Bucky was grinning rather dumb and nodded approving towards his best friend.
“Nice dude! I knew you had it in you.”
You rolled your eyes dramatically and looked back at Natasha. “You guys can’t tell anyone! Especially my brother. I’m serious. Please Nat, I’m begging you!”
“Oh don’t worry, I can keep a secret.” she held her hands up defiantly. “I just don’t know if you guys can … “
And she kept her word and so did Bucky. No one knew about your situation.
Well … until Tony had found that compromising sketch and proofed Nats point.
—————
“ROGERS!” your brothers voice boomed through the halls. He sounded really angry.
Steve's eyes widened in panic as he looked at you “Any plans?”
“Act natural and deny everything. He can proof nothing.” little did you know about the paper Tony was carrying around right now.
He seemed to be pleased with that answer. “Denial it is, then.”
“ROGERS! WHERE ARE YOU?”
The blond soldier shot you another slightly frightened look to which you nodded reassuringly and squeezed his hand on the table before you let go of it but still placing it besides his, so they were still slightly touching.
He took a deep breath “I'm in the kitchen Tony!”
That must have been loud enough for Tony to hear because seconds later your brother entered the kitchen, looking ready to kill.
His eyes widened when he saw Steve sitting right by your side, your hands touching on the table.
He actually growled in his direction.
Even Bucky looked intimidated.
You cleared your throat to break the tension.
“Hey Tony, what's the matter? Are you … ”
“You!” he interrupted you and pointed towards the new-found center of his hatred “You don't touch her!”
Steve moved his hand instantly.
Tony was scary when he was furious and even if the soldier was in advantage because of the super serum, he would never underestimate a truly angry Stark.
That was something he learned first hand from you.
For such a small person, your temper tantrums could be intimidating.
“Tony! What the fuck? He has done nothing wrong.” you said, still hoping denial would help you out of this.
“Oh hasn't he?!” his gaze shortly went into your direction and back to the blond man beside you.
“Have you done something wrong, Rogers? Anything you want to get of your chest?”
“Nothing I could think of, Tony.” - denial.
“Are you really sure? No perverted thoughts about my little sister here? No?”
Steve shook his head but even an amateur would have been able to tell, that wasn't quite the truth.
“Okay” Tony continued, smashing the paper in his hand on the table “Then this painted itself I guess?”
The man next to you gulped and when you saw what was lying on the table, you gasped loudly.
“TONY!”, you tried to grab the sketch of you lying topless in Steve's bed but your brother was faster and held it in the air.
“No, I want him to explain. Why the fuck do you have drawings of my naked Baby-sister?!”
Well, you wanted to know that too, not because you were angry or anything, hell he had seen your breasts countless times by now and had done worse than just draw them … but nevertheless it would have been nice to know.
“Damn, Girl.” Bucky, who you had completely forgotten about, chimed in and you turned crimson read.
“Oh, shut it James.”
“I don't see nothin' to be ashamed off, doll.” he smirked and gave you a wink to which you punched him in the shoulder, before you turned back to your brother.
“Tony, would you mind giving me that?” you asked him calmly “I think I don't need more people to see it.”
“I'm sorry” Tony seemed confused, still angry “Am I the only one who is slightly concerned about this? You know that means that Rogers is fantasizing about you naked?”
Both you and Steve were now glancing down at the table until it was again Bucky who disturbed the awkward silence with his laughter.
“Oh believe me, Tin-Man, Stevie here doesn't have to fantasize about anything.” He slapped his hand over his mouth when he realized what he just had said.
He slowly exited the kitchen, bringing himself to a safe distance from what was happening next.
“Wh … What?” Tony's jaw seemed to fall to the ground.
“Gee, thanks Buck, that was decent.” you yelled towards the general direction of the hallway sarcastically, hoping for Bucky to hear and finally moved towards your
brother.
“Tony?”
“Is it true?” he took your hand into his, his voice now perfectly calm. You didn't answer “Come on Sweetheart, talk to me.”
“Yes, it is. But, Tony please … ”
He shushed you “Alright. We'll talk about that later, okay?” and pecked you on the top of your head quickly.
Just as you were wondering, how he could be this calm right now when minutes ago he wanted to kill Steve with his mere stare, he took a deep breath – and snapped completely.
Running towards Steve, knocking him of the chair and onto the ground, punching him in the face with his bare fists.
The Captain only tried to block the punches but did not aim back at him.
“YOU BASTARD! HOW DARE YOU?”
“Tony! Stop it!” you screeched, scared that one of them might get seriously injured.
“TONY!”
Still no reaction.
“I FUCKING TRUSTED YOU! AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! YOU BANG THE PERSON THAT MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME!”
As your brother wouldn't stop hitting Steve, you finally ran towards them, attempting to hold him back.
One thing you were not prepared for was Tony's elbow darting back towards your face as you were approaching him and hitting you just below your left eye.
You winced in pain and darted backwards.
Tony didn't even notice.
“Anthony! Stop it, goddamn it!” tears were falling down your face now.
Your brother threw a mean punch, even with his elbow.
“BUCKY!” you yelled desperately, hoping he would come back and could do more than you.
“Yeah? What's … oh crap.”
When Buck entered the kitchen again, he immediately darted towards the two fighting men on the floor, grabbing Tony's back and dragging him away from Steve.
“Calm down Stark!”
You were besides the blond man on the floor in less than a second, completely ignoring what was happening behind you.
“Steve! Steve are you okay?” you helped him prop up and when he finally leaned against the wall behind him you took your time to grab his face and carefully examine it for injuries.
Some dark spots were already forming around his right eye and cheek and he had a split lip. Considering Tony's rage, he was pretty good off.
“I'm good, I'm good. Don't worry.” He lifted one of his hands towards your cheeks and started to wipe away the tears that just wouldn't stop falling from your eyes.
“What about you? He hit you pretty hard, I think.”
“Screw me!” your voice thick with tears “I was worried sick, Steve! He looked as if he wanted to kill you with his bare hands. I … you …” your words drowning in sobs, more tears wetting your cheeks.
“Shh” pressing your head against his chest he muffled your crying, he stroked your back in slow circles, trying to soothe you. “It's okay doll, everything's okay.” he repeated like a mantra while he pressed a little kiss on your hair every then and now.
After a little while your sobs grew quieter and eventually stopped completely, leaving the two of you a cuddling mess on the floor, trapped in your own little world, not aware of the crowd that had formed in the kitchen.
Attracted by the noise Tony's little outburst had caused, Natasha and Clint and even Bruce had joined you, trying to gather information from the scene that presented itself in front of them.
You, crying on the floor, a bruised Steve wrapped around you while a few feet away Bucky obviously struggled to hold back your furious brother.
“What the …”
“A little help here, Bird Brain?!” the brunette soldier interrupted the archers attempt to ask what the hell was going on and he complied instantly, grabbing one of Tony's arms and dragging him further from you and Steve.
Tony apparently didn't like this at all as he started to growl loudly and now tried to kick his backholders.
That’s when Bucky had enough.
“Stark, for God's sake, CALM DOWN!” he yelled, eventually breaking through to him.
He struggled a little more but held still in the end.
“Tony, what's going on?” Bruce asked, slowly approaching his lab-pal, holding up his hands as if getting close to a hurt animal.
Tony grabbed his arm where Bucky's iron grip had left some traces and turned towards the fellow
scientist.
“Well apparently Mr. Virtue over there has decided to occasionally star-spangle my little sister!” he growled nodding in your direction, his eyes still full of anger.
“So you decided to repeatedly punch him in the face like a madman?”
“My little sister, Bruce! Of all the people he could have screwed, it just had to be her? Why not that Sharon-Girl? Or Nat?”
“Ew.” The latter shuddered at the mention of her name, which caused Clint to chuckle.
“Something funny, Hawkass?!” Tony now spat towards Clint who abruptly decided to shut up and leave the kitchen with a hanging head, mumbling something about how nobody seemed to use his real name but no-one seemed to care right now.
“Hey Bruce,” Steve broke the uncomfortable silence, attracting everyone's stare “Could you take a look at her, I think her cheekbone might be broken. Tony's elbow hit her pretty hard.”
“My what … ?” Tony asked confused, as he just now seemed to realize that you, too, sported some nice and already colorful marks in your face.
As soon as Steve's words had sunken in and he connected your injured face with his slightly hurting elbow, his expression became guilt-ridden.
“God no, Sweetheart, I'm so so sor …”
You silenced him with a glare and your extended pointer finger, before you got up from the floor and left to the medical ward with Bruce right behind you.
“Save it, Tony.”
—————
A few hours later, Bruce had somewhat fixed you up. There was no fracture luckily and after some cooling and some gel that he recently had mixed up, the swelling and the bruise were already getting better.
You were sitting in your room, TV flickering but you couldn’t tell what was on, even if your life had depended on it.
Nat, Bucky and Steve (Bruce must have patched him up too because his bruises were nearly gone already) were there and were trying to distract you from your anger.
It was really nice of them but it didn’t really help.
All you could think about was the fight between your brother and Steve.
How worried you had been about the super soldier.
You were so angry about Tony and his actions!
Who gave him the right to interfere with your personal stuff? Why did he even care with whom you would do that personal stuff?
Your thoughts came to a halt when you heard a knock on your door, followed by the voice of your brother.
“Sweetheart? Can I please come in?”
“To do what?” you asked loudly, so he could here you through the door “Throw another punch at me?”
That was unfair and you knew it.
But you were angry.
You heard him inhale sharply. “Come on, please. I just want to apologize.”
He didn’t wait for your answer and opened your door.
“Yeah sure, why start respecting my privacy now after you’ve been running around, showing pictures of my naked body to anyone who didn’t ask.” Kinda unfair again but still. He did that.
You turned your face away from the door, not yet ready to face him completely.
“Okay listen, I know you are angry. And I’m so unbelievably sorry I hit you. That never should have happened. And-”
“You seriously think that’s why im fucking furious?!”
Your head finally snapped around and you could physically see him flinch away when he took in the bruise.
“Tony we both know I’ve had worse. I’m fucking angry because you don’t seem to understand that I’m no little girly anymore! You don’t get to waltz around the place trying to defend my honor or some shit like that! You don’t get to snoop around in my or his personal stuff like you own the place …”
You just glared at him when he opened his mouth to answer that he technically did own the place but he decided against it.
Good for him.
“And most of all, you don’t get to freaking punch and nearly fucking kill the man I fucking love! Like a goddamn Neanderthal! Tony you- ”
Your eyes widened as you saw the shock in Tony’s face and the sudden deafening silence in the room and realized what you just said.
Oh crap.
“Bucky we should leave.” Nat whispered and tried to usher the ex-assassin out of the room.
“But I wanna see this!”
“Bucky!” And with a light slap on his head she finally got him to go.
“You … you love him?”
“I … Tony, I … he … you have … ” you stammered away, slightly panicking.
Your brother smiled the tiniest smile, nodded and turned towards Steve who had been awfully silent through all of this.
“Do you love her, too, Rogers?”
You didn’t dare turn your head and face him.
“Umm … I … you know … well …”
Well at least your last working brain cells seemed to match perfectly.
Tony nodded again “Okay. If you hurt her, I’ll kill you. For good this time”
Than he just stand up and left.
You still hadn’t faced Steve and the silence that filled the room was getting unbearably loud.
Finally you heard him shifting and standing up from his space on your couch. You feared for a second that he would just go. Just leave you here like this because you scared him with your stupid little confession and ruind the friendship you had with him.
But he didn’t. He stood up, walked three steps until he was standing right in front of you and stretched his hand out, silently asking you to stand up too.
You complied but still didn’t really look at him.
“Doll, can you look at me, please?” he asked softly.
You couldn’t deny that man anything really so you looked up to him, actively trying to fight the tears you could feel starting to form.
“Did you mean it?”
Cool, so no dancing around it … well …
You took a deep breath, bracing yourself for the following.
“I … I did.” You couldn’t fight the tears anymore now, falling freely and rambled on “I’m sorry Steve, I know this wasn’t supposed to happen but you are just … you. You are the bravest and sweetest person and always look after everyone and you are just you. And I know I’m ruining everything and I totally get if you need your distance now. I … I can ask Tony to give me a different apartment so we don’t have to live on the same floor anymore or I could-“
The flow of words spilling from your mouth was abruptly stopped by him grabbing your face and kissing you.
It took a second before your brain comprehended what was happening and you kissed him back.
The kiss deepend and a few moments in, he was growling in the back of his throat when you hands tangled in his hair und you pulled lightly.
He pulled away slightly and put his forehead on yours, ending with the sweetest little peck on your lips.
And then he said the words you never even dreamed of hearing from him.
“I love you, Doll. With everything I am and everything I have. You are the kindest, smartest, funniest, most caring human being I ever met. You drive me nuts in so many ways you don’t even know about, always keeping me on the edge. You make my days better without even trying and you keep me sane. And on top of that you are the most beautiful woman I can imagine and every time I get to kiss you or touch you, my heart nearly stops in the best way. I love you. So much.”
Your tears started to well again but this time it was because your heart was flowing over.
He wiped them away with his thumb and pressed a few more soft kisses to your lips until you were finally calm enough to answer him.
“I love you too, Stevie.”
His face lit up instantly.
“Say it again.” he demanded.
“I love you!” you giggled and blushed like a school girl.
And then he kissed you again until you were feeling dizzy in the best way possible.