Word Count: 3468 (This is the danger you run with sending me Steve requests, okay?)
Request(s): “Thought; spontaneously dragging Steve of Bucky into random makeout sessions throughout the day and then just leaving him out of breath as you continue in with your business” AND “ OMG burden of proof was tooooo CUTE!! I saw that the request had an ‘or Steve’ as well!! Please please please please!! But like you’re actually in a relationship, and just blushy flustered Steve– oh lord Sarah, please!!”
Warnings: Language, weird threats, and much kissing
A/N: Hey, guys, remember me? IT’S A MIRACLE! I finally finished something. Oh my God. It’s been so long. I may have forgotten how to do this. I’m getting nervous.
“Are you kidding me, man? That’s a great idea! I’m happy for you.”
Sam’s voice reached you as if through a long tunnel as you turned the corner into the kitchen, eyes still half closed with sleep, hair very much disheveled. The wide, hopeful grin on Steve’s face brought a sparkle to his eyes and drew a blissful sigh from your lips. Both men stiffened in surprise as your happy sound alerted them of your presence, and Sam pursed his lips to hide a smile as he turned to search aimlessly through the cabinets. Steve cleared his throat nervously, but when he turned to face you his expression was bright and open.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” he said with a soft smile as you shuffled sleepily into his open arms.
“Mornin,” you mumbled, your voice muffled as you snuggled into his chest.
“The sun only rises for you, love and light of my life,” Sam called to you, earning an eye roll from Steve and a quiet giggle from you.
“Are we that gross?” you asked thoughtfully, lifting your head to look up at Steve.
“I sincerely hope not.”