I Really Think We Should

They fall into this pattern without talking about it. A mission, a whispered conversation in his house, her fingers on his pulse. Her shirt on the floor and his hands on her waist and breasts and her lips on his. Cracked veins from her mouth on his neck that disappear within thirty minutes.Steve’s started taking his time in the kitchen, taking longer when he hears the floorboards creak in the morning. He’d never been one for breakfast food, or cooking in general, really. On a whim he tries his hand at omelets and imagines, while the window slowly slides open in the next room, that if he just perfects them that she’d stay.__________________SteveNat, post TWS. Steve's POV :)