( oh, who knows, Chrissy! whatever could he be implying there? Steve huffs, because wow, they can't both play dumb at once, that's totally his thing. but then she presses kisses at the shine of purple on his face, and Steve stalls out a little. he really would like to forget about his face, honest. it's just... well, he's been knocked around and punched out and messed up plenty and reactions tend to vary. Tommy bought him aspirin and a coke and charged him for the pleasure. the kids had put rainbow bandaids on his split lip and cheek like that was gonna help at all with the concussion. everyone had commented on how terrible he looked after getting interrogated by the Russians, which was, just so helpful. thanks everyone.
he's never... well, he's never had anyone kiss the ugly stain of a bruise on his face. it makes his stomach do this weird silly flutter, like he's a goddamn kid falling in love with a girl the first time he saw her in 2nd grade. he's too old for it, surely, all these bubbly funny feelings.
but apparently not, because then she says it, I love you, and it's like Chrissy just ramped all those bubbly funny feelings up to 100. Steve mumbles a delighted little sound, kissing her back as much as he can around the grin on his face, crawling in bed after her so he doesn't have to stop kissing her, even as I love you, I love you, I love you, the world's most perfect mantra, is murmured against his mouth. maybe later, he'll get in his head. wonder how long it'll last. for now, frankly, he's too giddy to hear it he doesn't have it in him to spiral.
Steve has missed being allowed to love someone. having someone that loves him back. of course he was gonna fall for Chrissy, sometimes Steve thinks he might have started before he could even really call her his. her strength, her kindness, her resilience, her smile — how was he ever supposed to not fall straight over, head over niked feet? Steve falls fast and hard, there was just really no way to avoid it. but Chrissy loving him back is the wrinkle he couldn't have anticipated, and what kind of idiot would he be if he tried to poke holes in something he wants so damn much? )
I love you, ( Steve mutters back, hand slipping up the angle of her throat and to the line of her jaw and pausing just to look at her. all the perfect parts of her, even though Chrissy doesn't see it the way he does. the sparkle of her eyes, the freckles that seem to multiply any time she's out in the sun. the sweet little smile with the hint of the world's cutest canines, the way she looks at him like something worth having, worth wanting. Steve smiles again, and he's got a catchup game to play, so, ) I love you, I love you, mmm, ( a lazy drop of his head to bring their mouths back together, and the last promise he doesn't even bother to pull away from her mouth. ) Love you.
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Date: 2022-08-08 06:26 am (UTC)he's never... well, he's never had anyone kiss the ugly stain of a bruise on his face. it makes his stomach do this weird silly flutter, like he's a goddamn kid falling in love with a girl the first time he saw her in 2nd grade. he's too old for it, surely, all these bubbly funny feelings.
but apparently not, because then she says it, I love you, and it's like Chrissy just ramped all those bubbly funny feelings up to 100. Steve mumbles a delighted little sound, kissing her back as much as he can around the grin on his face, crawling in bed after her so he doesn't have to stop kissing her, even as I love you, I love you, I love you, the world's most perfect mantra, is murmured against his mouth. maybe later, he'll get in his head. wonder how long it'll last. for now, frankly, he's too giddy to hear it he doesn't have it in him to spiral.
Steve has missed being allowed to love someone. having someone that loves him back. of course he was gonna fall for Chrissy, sometimes Steve thinks he might have started before he could even really call her his. her strength, her kindness, her resilience, her smile — how was he ever supposed to not fall straight over, head over niked feet? Steve falls fast and hard, there was just really no way to avoid it. but Chrissy loving him back is the wrinkle he couldn't have anticipated, and what kind of idiot would he be if he tried to poke holes in something he wants so damn much? )
I love you, ( Steve mutters back, hand slipping up the angle of her throat and to the line of her jaw and pausing just to look at her. all the perfect parts of her, even though Chrissy doesn't see it the way he does. the sparkle of her eyes, the freckles that seem to multiply any time she's out in the sun. the sweet little smile with the hint of the world's cutest canines, the way she looks at him like something worth having, worth wanting. Steve smiles again, and he's got a catchup game to play, so, ) I love you, I love you, mmm, ( a lazy drop of his head to bring their mouths back together, and the last promise he doesn't even bother to pull away from her mouth. ) Love you.