Shower Wars - PM x R
You were seething with anger as you paced outside the gym bathroom.
Every day.
Every goddamned day you missed out on the shower by a split second and had to wait for half an hour in the empty corridor until a certain silver-haired diva finished primping and preening.
You couldn’t understand it.
It took him a split second to get from one end of the Tower to the other but somehow he needed 30 minutes to shower after training.
Deciding that today you’d finally had enough of the Sokovian diva, you snuck out of the training session early, making sure you kept yours eyes on the silver haired Avenger as you backed out through the doors.
Just as the door began to swing closed, your sneaker stuck on the floor letting out a loud squeal. Your eyes snapped to Pietro who looked at you. A devious smirk immediately stretched his face and he disappeared.
“No. No no no no no no!” you shouted, running down the corridor to the shower but you knew it was too late. The water was already running. Shouting in anger you pushed the door to the bathroom. “Pietro you are such an ass!” you exclaimed.
Your anger was not dampened when you heard triumphant giggles from behind the frosted shower screen. “Why can’t you just let me have a shower first?”
“Why can’t you let me, Printesa?” he replied cockily and you growled in frustration again.
Fine.
If he wanted to play this game you could play it right back. Grabbing the hem of your shirt you tugged it off and quickly all of your clothes were on the floor. Wrenching open the glass door you were greeted with a stark naked Pietro.
“(Y/N)!” he exclaimed, furiously blushing red. Although you wouldn’t have ever told him, it took all your effort not look passed his defined stomach. You couldn’t allow yourself to be distracted while making your point.
“What?” you asked innocent, taking a few steps towards him to that your naked chest was pressed up against his. “If you’re not going to let me in first then you’re gonna have to put up with me sharing it. Does that bother you?” you asked serenely, walking around him to stand under the shower head. Water trickled down your soft form in small rivers sending shivers up your spine.
“Oh no, darling” he said hungrily, stepping forward so that his plump lips were only millimetres away from yours, “I relish the company”
Besides the running water, the only sound that engulfed your senses was the hammering of your heart. Tension hung like the steam in the air and you couldn’t keep your eyes off the handsome man in front of you. Pietro’s tongue dashed out from between his lips, his blue eyes darkening hungrily.
Ears aching with your thundering heartbeat, you watched nervously as Pietro opened his mouth to speak.
“Can I please kiss you?” he asked huskily and you responded quickly. Wrapping your arms around his neck you pulled the Avenger down to crush your lips against his. His strong hands desperately grasped at your waist, crushing your form to his. Your lips fought for dominance as the water cascaded down your faces, only adding to the intensity of the kiss. “Do you want me to tell you a secret?” he asked, his lips slipping down to gently nip at the sensitive skin of your neck. The only response you could muster was a breathy moan. “The reason I take so long in the shower is because I’m imagining that you’re in here with me”
“You ass!” you exclaimed, pulling yourself out of the moment to slap him in the chest. Water splattered your face as he chuckled to himself. “You better make this up to me”
“Oh Printesa, I have already thought of a thousand and one ways to make it up to you. And none of them involve any clothing”