Request: One where she hides his clippers/razors so he can’t shave his beard.
“Honey, what happened to all of my clippers?” Chris asks from the bathroom. You can hear him rummaging through the cupboards. Your eyes flicker to the closet in the hallway outside of your bedroom.
“I have no idea, babe. Did you leave them at your parents?” You ask, attempting to play innocent. You force your face to lose its grin when he walks out of the bathroom.
He shakes his head, his hands on his hips. “I don’t think so.. I brought everything over.” Chris sighs, “I could’ve swore I brought them.” His eyes move over to you and where you’re laying. You’re laying on your stomach, holding a book in front of your face to avoid making eye contact with your boyfriend. He knows you’re up to something. Chris smiles a bit, sitting on the edge of the bed by your torso. “Say, you don’t have any idea where they are, do you?”
“Nope.” You reply immediately, enunciating the ‘p.’ And then, you curse yourself, because you just outed yourself. You clear your throat slightly, crossing your legs in the air.
Chris smirks, then falls back onto the bed so his head rests on your back. “Well, shit, looks like I’ll have to go to the store tomorrow and get some more.” He then moves his arm behind him, so that way his fingers are brushing against your side. You bite your lips together, trying to suppress a smile. You feel Chris’s head move slightly as he says, “You know, you’ve been on that page for the past five minutes, sweetheart.” Then, in the next instant, you’re on your back with Chris straddling your waist.
You immediately start laughing. Your book’s abandoned as you try to push Chris off. He’s laughing, shaking his head at you.
“I fuckin’ knew you hid them! Where are they?” He asks, laughter still in his voice. Chris captures your wrists into one of his hands, pinning them above your head.
“I won’t tell! I won’t tell!” You’re giggling, still trying to squirm out from underneath him. Chris’s face has started to turn red from laughing so much.
“Alright then, you leave me no choice..” Chris takes his unoccupied left hand and immediately begins to tickle your sides. You screech, kicking your legs. “Just tell me where they are, and this all stops, sweetheart.”
You shake your head frantically, trying to catch your breath as you continue to laugh. “I won’t tell you!” Chris raises an eyebrow, his fingers digging into your sides more. At the new sensation, you give in. “Fine, Chris! Chris, stop, I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you!” You breathe heavily as Chris’s hand rests on your side, still prepared to tickle you if you don’t really tell him where his shaver is. You sigh, “They’re in the closet. In the hallway.”
Chris grins at you, “Thank you for your cooperation.” He jumps off of you immediately, running to the closet. You roll off the bed, quickly following him. Chris pauses for a second at the closet, before he spots the black case. He grabs it, then runs into the bathroom connected to the hallway. Chris promptly closes and locks the door as you reach it. You can hear his chuckles through the door.
“Chris, you gotta give me at least one more kiss before you shave it!” You whine, tapping on the door. You hear Chris begin to hum, and you laugh. “Baby, c'mon. Lemme in! I’ll help you!” You call, biting your lip slightly. You begin to think that he’s not going to let you in when the door opens a crack.
“You swear you’re going to help?” Chris asks, and you can see one of his eyes in the crack. You roll your eyes, laughing a bit.
“Of course I’ll help.”
“That laugh doesn’t make you sound so helpful.”
“Chris, I promise!” You smile, shifting your weight between your feet slightly.
A booming laugh comes from him now, “And now you’re shifting your weight? There’s no way you’re going to try to fuckin’ help me.”
You groan, “Baby, pleaseee..”
“Tell me I’m the coolest.”
“Are you fucking serious?”
“I think it’s time to start snippin’..”
“Oh my God, I’m in love with a five year old.”
“I don’t wike it!” Chris grins at you, snickering.
“I can’t believe you’re making me do this.” You sigh, looking down to the ground. “You’re the coolest.” You mumble, kicking at the ground slightly.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” Chris opens the door more, turning his ear out. “I didn’t quite catch that.”
You rub a hand over your face, shaking your head. “I said you’re the coolest, nerd.” You smile when he opens the door fully.
“No need to tell me something I don’t already know.” Chris teases, walking to the edge of the bathtub and sitting on it. He gestures to the counter filled with his shaving equipment. “Be my guest.” You hesitate, letting out a slow breath of air. “Oh yeah,” Chris remembers, “C'mere.” He grabs your wrist, pulling you into the space between his legs. “Gotta give you a kiss. Can’t forget that.” Chris smiles up at you, resting his hands on the back of your thighs. He pulls you closer, keeping his hands in place.
“I’d be pretty upset if you did that. Beard’s my favorite.” You smiled. You tilt his head up with your hand until you wrap your arms around his shoulders loosely.
You lean down, and Chris reaches up a bit to meet you halfway. You press your lips against his, and you can feel him with a slight smile as he returns it. You put a hand onto his chin, enjoying the way his beard pokes at it. You gently force his jaw to open, opening his mouth in the process. You hear Chris hum, and you take the opportunity to slide your tongue into his mouth. You feel a hint of satisfaction when his hands squeeze on the back of your thighs, pulling you even closer. The two of you continue to kiss like that for a couple more minutes, until you pull away, sighing, as you stroke the side of his face.
“Holy shit, why don’t you usually kiss me like that with my beard?” Chris asks, his cheeks flushed and pupils dilated. “That was fucking amazing, babe.”
You smile down at him, shrugging. “Had to make it last for a while.” Chris’s hands rub at your thighs slowly. “Do we really have to shave it?”
Chris chuckles, “Yes, we do. Filming starts soon.”
You sigh, nodding, “Anything for the fans.” Chris shakes his head a bit at your reaction to the “loss.” You grab the beard scissors, ready to begin trimming. “But if anyone asks, I had no part in this.”
“My lips are sealed, baby.” Chris smiles, still tilting his head back to look at you. “Just try not to cut me, ‘ight?”
You nod, letting out a deep breath. “I’ll do my best.” And then, you press the scissors to his skin, beginning the trim so you can help him shave.
Half an hour later, you watch as Chris washes off his face. It’s somewhat strange to see him now. Because now, he has Steve Roger’s face, but Chris’s hair. You wrap your arms around his waist, looking at him in the mirror.
“Well, you don’t look half bad.” You tease, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.
“You met me when I was shaved, babe. Is this really such a shock to you?” Chris chuckles, wiping off his face.
“I dunno. It’s like watching you turn into another person. It kinda weirds me out.”
“Well, I’ll do my best to stay the same.” Chris reaches his arms back, resting them on your hips. He smiles at you through the mirror, squeezing your hips.
You squirm a bit as the touch tickles you. “So, you’ll still be a major pain in my ass?”