( Steve has really made a point of working out, since Scoops Ahoy. he went into that Russian Beatdown entirely ill prepared. and, to be fair, having better upper arm strength probably wouldn't have helped that much, when they had guns, and tied him up. the point is, he's been working out lately, he's definitely, definitely stronger than Chrissy. definitely!
it's just that he doesn't have any problem with her rolling him onto his back. he feels the hint the movement of her thigh, and obligingly follows her lead. even if he feels a little too Seen, with his bright purple bruised eye, doing an unfortunate number on his charming good looks. he definitely did forget he packed an ice back in his bag, already, it hasn't even been two minutes.
how is he supposed to think about a bag of ice when Chrissy is pinning his hands to her fluffy bedspread, presses her lips to the sore run of bruises on his face? he just can't. doesn't begin to want to spare the brainpower. there's much better things to focus on, in this moment. )
Drowning? Can't breathe? This is a lifeguard's worst nightmare. ( to be fair, despite getting his certification like clockwork every year, Steve hasn't wanted to actually work as a lifeguard. too much pressure, lives in his hands. he already knows what that feels like. ) Is this where I ask if you need mouth to mouth? ( he's being, just so stupid right now. even Steve is aware. it's just hard not to be a little giddy. punch drunk on Chrissy's kisses and the warmth in her eyes, just for him. he feels like he has to add, ) It's not weird. It's ... it's a good kind of overwhelming. That we can say it, now. I don't think I'm ever gonna be tired of saying that. I love you. Nope, still not there.
( the only problem with this position is Steve can't reach Chrissy's mouth as easily, so he tilts to kiss at the wrist that his hand pinned to the mattress instead. kiss, and then nip. why not? he should 100% be more concerned with the fact her parents are just downstairs, but they're as forgotten as the ice in his backpack. )
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Date: 2022-08-15 03:35 am (UTC)it's just that he doesn't have any problem with her rolling him onto his back. he feels the hint the movement of her thigh, and obligingly follows her lead. even if he feels a little too Seen, with his bright purple bruised eye, doing an unfortunate number on his charming good looks. he definitely did forget he packed an ice back in his bag, already, it hasn't even been two minutes.
how is he supposed to think about a bag of ice when Chrissy is pinning his hands to her fluffy bedspread, presses her lips to the sore run of bruises on his face? he just can't. doesn't begin to want to spare the brainpower. there's much better things to focus on, in this moment. )
Drowning? Can't breathe? This is a lifeguard's worst nightmare. ( to be fair, despite getting his certification like clockwork every year, Steve hasn't wanted to actually work as a lifeguard. too much pressure, lives in his hands. he already knows what that feels like. ) Is this where I ask if you need mouth to mouth? ( he's being, just so stupid right now. even Steve is aware. it's just hard not to be a little giddy. punch drunk on Chrissy's kisses and the warmth in her eyes, just for him. he feels like he has to add, ) It's not weird. It's ... it's a good kind of overwhelming. That we can say it, now. I don't think I'm ever gonna be tired of saying that. I love you. Nope, still not there.
( the only problem with this position is Steve can't reach Chrissy's mouth as easily, so he tilts to kiss at the wrist that his hand pinned to the mattress instead. kiss, and then nip. why not? he should 100% be more concerned with the fact her parents are just downstairs, but they're as forgotten as the ice in his backpack. )