“Does this jog your memory?” You muttered, slowly trailing kisses up the side of Steve’s jaw.
“Maybe.” He grumbled.
“Hm.” Pulling away, you propped your chin on your arm.
“Hm?” Steve leaned up on his elbows and met your eye with a raised brow of his own. You fought a chuckle, he was taking the bait. Nodding thoughtfully, you drummed the fingers of one hand over his shoulder.
“I guess I’ll have to try harder.” Flashing him a wicked grin, you wove the fingers of one hand into his hair and pulled him into a crushing kiss. Before Steve could find his bearings, you released him and smile triumphantly. “How am I doing, Captain?”
“I think I need a little more reminding.” Smiling mischievously, Steve flopped back on the bed and folded his arms under his head.
“Hmph.” With a snort, you shook your head and narrowed your eyes at his smug expression. He’d closed his eyes and looked incredibly satisfied with himself. “Oh, Steven.” You crooned, running your hand slowly up and down his arm. He flinched, but no response. You frowned. Inching forward, you lowered yourself so that your nose bumped into his chin. “Steven.” You whispered, nuzzling his pulse point. A shudder, you were getting to him. Two can play that game.
“You’re losing your touch, Y/N.” He struggled to keep his voice even, but you didn’t miss the hitch in his breath.
“You think so?” Looking up to make sure his eyes were still closed, you smirked. Time for a different attack. Slowly you dragged your nose down passed his pulse point, pausing to worry a spot on his collar bone with your teeth. Glancing up, you noticed that he was fighting to maintain his composure. Okay, big man. Pulling back, you traded your nose for your fingers and began tracing an agonizingly slow path down his chest. Poor Steve was clenching his fists for all he was worth. Leaning forward, you nosed at his pulse point again, and plucked at the buttons on his shirt with your fingers. With every open mouthed kiss you pressed up his jaw, another button came undone. You’d hit the buckle of his belt around the time that Steve Rogers let out an absolutely feral growl. Grabbing a fistful of your hair, he tugged until you looked up at him.
“Y/N.” He moaned when you pulled at his belt loops.
“Yes, Steven.” You blinked at him innocently, all the while teasing the skin just beneath the top of his pants.
“Y/N.” A groan sounded from the back of his throat and he shot you a warning glare.
“Did I do something, Steven?” Leaning forward you nipped at his lower lip and slid your fingers under his tshirt to tease the muscles of his abdomen. Steve flopped back on the bed with a groan. “Ah, I know.” Letting your hand trail up to rest over his heart you shuffled up to rest your chin on his shoulder. Steve opened one eye and squinted at you warily. Leaning towards his ear you lowered your voice. “I jogged your memory.” For emphasis you let your hand slither back down to pull at his belt loops again. “Just admit it, Steve.” Nosing the sensitive skin behind his ear, you smiled against his skin at the shudder that coarsed through him. Nibbling at his ear, you pulled back slightly and blew gently on the offended area. “Say uncle.” With another moan, Steve anchored his hand in your hair and pulled your face back towards his.
“Uncle.” He muttered, moving to claim your lips with his. At the last second you turned your head so that he met your cheek. Pulling back, Steve stared at you in shock. Fighting back a laugh, you grabbed his face with both hands and blew a raspberry on his forehead before jumping off the bed. “Hey!” He shouted, narrowing his eyes at your retreating form. Laying a hand on the knob you turned back to look at him with a sweet smile.
“Aren’t you getting out of bed today, Steve?”