Lambada Dance [Steve Rogers / The Avengers]

Lambada Dance [Steve Rogers / The Avengers]

Steve opens the door with a little tired sigh, closing the door with a quiet push. He only wanted to visit you and maybe watch a movie or two with you.

“Ma'am?” No answer but the blond man hears music from your room and get closer to it. With a little smile he turns the knob of the door and open it further, only to see you dancing. But not a normal dance…He doesn’t know the name of the dance, but oh my god…

You sway your hips elegantly but erotically from side to side, hearing only the music from your player on your side. Your arms swinging with the beat to your lambada dance and your toes of your left foot tips the ground once in a while.

Steves eyes are wide like car wheels, he doesn’t know what to do. What should he do? But his blue orbs can’t look away from your dancing form. His heart beats faster and faster in his rib cage. The longer he watches you, the more he feels dizzy.

His cheeks go redder and redder the longer he watches you. He feels something dripping from his nose, when he touches his nose, he knows its blood. But even when his nose bleeds, he can’t look away, you looks so perfect, so sexy…oh my… and his vision blackens.


You only hear a loud thump from the direction on your door frame. You turn around with a little jump and look down at your friend Steve. His face spread with blood.

“Oh my god, STEVE!” You run towards his fallen figure and turn him slowly and gently on his back, lifting his head on your lap. You search for your handkerchief and dab the blood away.

What happened? Why was he on the floor? You scratch your chin and let your hand wander in his soft and silky blond hair. He looks so cute, almost adorable with his little smile on his face.

A little stir let you stop with your actions and you watch when he slowly opens his eyes, your (e/c) orbs locks with his and he blushes again.

“Steve, are you alright?” You stroke gently a few locks out of his face and the super soldier gulps dryly over your sweet gesture.

“Y-y-yes, ma’am, I-I’m alright…” Steve tries to stand up, but you shove him gently in your lap back. “Don’t stand up, you got hurt. You should lie down for a while, don’t worry…” You smile cutely and Steve blushes the third time today.

“Y-yes ma’am…” he answers you with a little stutter in his voice. You giggle with amusement, you like his stutter and his adorable antics. “Steve, it’s not ma’am, it’s [Name], okay?” He nods with a light blush on his cheeks.

Your hand strokes gently his forehead. He closes his eyes in delight, he loves your gently touch. He love all things of you…
“So…” You smile brightly as you get closer to Steve’s face; he doesn’t see it because his eyes are closed.

„Why did you get red?” You lips are very close to his ear, a light goosebump appears on the neck from the blond soldier as your soft breath caressing his skin. “I…uh…ah…” he stutters with a nervous undertone.

“Did you watch me dance?” Your lips are so soft when they touches the shell of his ear. The blood rush back in his face and he only can stammer a quiet “Y-yes…”

“You liked it, do you?” A cheekily grin appears on your face. “I-I'm s-sorry, ma'... I m-mean [Na-name], I don't one of these men who only watches a girl for her body...but I I c-couldn't l-look away...I thought...you l-look so b-beautiful...”

Now it is you turn to get beet-red. “T-thank you, Steve...” You smile softly at this wonderful man. The man you are in love, not for his looks, but for his gentle heart, his great manners and because he shows you respect and a tenderness you didn't watch in other men.

He looks at you with a loving smile, his blue eyes caressing your face, he is in awe over you and your character. He loves you, more than you know. “[Name]?” He mumbles quietly and looks straight at you.

“Y-yes, Steve?” You blush more and more under his gaze. “M-may I kiss you?” You can only nod because you can't say anything, you are so amazed that this man wants to kiss you.

You feel his lips touches gently your mouth, deepens the kiss you both share, his hands stroking gently your neck. Your fingers caressing his cheeks and his chest, a little moan rumbles through his throat.

You both separate when you feel the need to breath and he touches your forehead with his own.

“I...I love you, Steve...” You murmur shyly and look in his eyes to see how he reacts. He chuckles in a soft whisper as he answers you: “I love you, too, [Name].”