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Steve Rogers x Reader
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Can a home be a person?
- Home is where you are loved wholly and unconditionally, without barriers, restrictions, judgments, or expectations.
He was home, his presence one that constantly enveloped you in warmth, comfort and peace. You wanted him, You wanted him to hold you in his arms one last time, to feel him kiss the skin of your cheeks, feel his hand hold yours as you walked aimlessly around town. To smell the scent of Mahogany and Amber as you danced, a dream you wished for every night.
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He leaned against the doorframe, the record player filling the room with a soft familiar tune, the windows open and blinds pulled to the side allowing the fresh breeze of the summer air filter throughout the room. The smell of cinnamon wafting from the kitchen signaling you had of course made your famous snickerdoodle cookies for dessert.
Your hips swayed slightly as you took each book off the shelf in front of you, surveying their quality, dusting off the shelves before placing them back in my particular order, as you hummed along to the music. Your mustard polka dot dress stood out perfectly against your hair that fell down your back in soft waves from having it pinned up during the day.
Moving on their own, his feet carried him closer to you, his hand softly moving to hold your waist, the warmth of his lips meeting the soft skin of your shoulder earning a content hum from low in your throat as you placed the book in your hand back in its rightful place.
His hand moved towards your arm, his fingers gliding towards yours softly the feeling of goosebumps forming on your skin beneath his fingers. Your eyes watched as his fingers intertwined with your own and he spun you around pulling your body to his chest, your hands still entwined.
“You get more and more beautiful every time I see you.“ He breathed, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, the feeling of your eyes closing noticeable against his chin causing him to chuckle.
You melted in his arms as your bodies swayed intime with the music, your head laying against his chest and his resting gently on top of yours, his free hand moving slowly up and down your back. You had longed to have him here in your arms for as long as you could remember.
Your mind wandered, hypothetical situations dancing almost in time with your bodies. What could come of us, could one day we be dancing in this very room, the soft patter of little feet echo throughout the house? Or the click clack of a four legged friend.. or maybe both. The endless amount of possibilities for the two of us now becoming our reality.
It was finally just two.. You and Steve Rogers.
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