Based on Anonymous Prompt: Steve & reader: “Something’s between you and Wonder Boy is happening, kid. Are you two dating?” “Not yet.” “Yet? That’s pretty confident.”
A/N: Honestly, this fic has been mostly done for a while, I just could NOT figure out how to end it (I struggle with writing kissing, can you tell?). Glad it is done and hope you like it.
Also, who can resist a flirty sparring fic? Certainly not me.
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You hit the mat with a thud for the fourth time in a row. You wince as you can feel the sore spots that litter your body, no doubt bruises in the making.
“You know, (Y/N), sparring works a lot better if you stay on your feet.” You roll your eyes as Steve takes a step towards you, offering a hand.
You grin and reach for it, simultaneously sweeping Steve’s legs out from under him. He falls forward, catching himself with his arms so that he hovers just inches above you.
“You’re right, Steve,” you smirk. “Some types of sparring certainly work better when you’re on your feet. Other types…” You trail off, quirking an eyebrow. Steve’s lips curve up into a smirk. The air hangs in between the two of you as the two of you stay still, panting and staring at each other.