Almost done! @yourtropegirl
The next three seconds feel like an eternity. Your eyes flutter closed. Your heart is pounding. You cling to Steve like he’s all you’ve got in this world.
“Quiver Cupcakes!” Vision cries and your eyes fly open as Steve’s arms wrap around your waist. Your arms circle his neck as he spins you around twice before putting you back down. “Congratulations Quiver Cupcakes.”
“You guys won this round because we loved the flavors you delivered.” Bucky says.
“Not only that but your texture was perfect and the decorations were flawless.” One of the professional judges, Maria Hill, says. “Congratulations.”
You shake hands with Tony, Peter and the three judges, sign some legal paperwork, then you’re free to go.
“We did it!” You cry causing Steve to laugh, you turn to him and grab his forearm. He loops his arms around your waist and pulls your body tightly to his.
“I knew we would.” His voice rumbles through you and you grin up at him best you can.
“Now fingers crossed for Nat and Clint.”
“I’m not worried about it.” Steve says loosening his grip on you, but just enough to see your face. “And now I believe I owe you dinner.”
“Honestly Steve I just want to go home, force my cat to snuggle and eat pizza.” His face falls so you quickly add, “But I feel like you’d be a better snuggler than Marty. So if you wanna postpone that date I’m totally good with that.”
“Or I could buy the pizza and we can still have that date.” He offers, a smile on his face.
“Can I be honest?” You ask wrapping your hand in his and he nods, “That sounds like the best first date ever.” Steve laughs, head thrown back and you grin up at him.
You walk back to your apartment hand-in-hand with him. Marty seems to approve of Steve after a few sniffs and a tail flick, something your temperamental cat rarely does.
You were right. Steve is a much better snuggler than Marty, his warm and firm and his hand drifts slowly up and down your spine. You’re almost asleep when his phone rings,
“Shit. Sorry Doll.” He says shifting to pull the phone out of his pocket. “Hey Buck.” He listens for a bit then smirks, “Nah, I’m gonna stay where I am.” He pauses as Bucky says something else, he’s very loud and it sounds like he’s at a bar. “Have fun. Later Buck.” He hangs up then looks down at you.
“He sounded like he was having fun.”
“Maybe too much.”
“You can go if you want.” You tell him sitting up.
“Seriously Doll. I’m really happy here.” He tells you sliding a thumb along your cheekbone, his hand cupping your cheek. You lean into him and he presses his lips to yours.