Song Inspiration: Beyoncé – Dangerously in Love
A/N: I put my music on shuffle, this song came on and I had to write to it. The lyrics of the song don't necessarily go with what's written in the story, but it definitely goes with what I felt when I was writing the fic.
Notes:
No New Notes
Pairings:
Steve/Sam
Disclaimer: With the way my bank account looks currently shows how much I am not getting paid for this.
Music Shuffle Drabbles
Steve/Sam
Steve stares at his husband with a smile. He can't hold himself, can't stop staring. Sam's already asked him to stop staring four times, but he can't do it.
They're lying in bed, Sam's skin shimmering slightly with sweat from their activities. He looks gorgeous and Steve will tire from staring at him.
He's supposed to be sleeping right now, supposed to be 'energising' for another round of wedding love making, but god, he can't stop staring at Sam.
Steve keeps wondering how he got so lucky. He keeps trying to figure out what he did that was so good, that it allowed him to have Sam in his life, to have Sam want him in his life, for Sam to actually agree to marry him.
He loves this man so much it's a little weird. Sam's told him, jokily, but Steve knows. He loves Sam with every single cell in his body and he doesn't think he'll ever stop loving the man. He wants to look at him like this forever.
"Stoop," Sam whines sleepily, turning his head so he's looking at Steve. He lies on his stomach, giving Steve a new view—the lovely slope of his back and the delicious curve of his ass. Steve cock twitches. He can't stop!
"What?" Steve asks, smiling. He can't stop smiling!
"You keep staring," Sam says against the pillow, his eyes still closed. "I can feel you staring."
"I'm sorry." Steve is, in fact, not sorry at all.
"No you aren't."
"No I'm not."
"God."
Steve chuckles.
"Come here, ass." Sam turns over again and opens his arms. "You're never going to sleep."
"I don't want to."
"Sure, man, okay." Sam holds his arms out and Steve crawls into them without thinking. He curls himself against his husband, head against his chest, listening to his heart beating. "Sleep, Steven," Sam insists.
"Okay, okay. Night, Sam."
"Night babe."
"I love you."
"You've said that a lot today."
"It hasn't changed."
"Same, Steve. I love you too." Sam kisses the top of his head, sighs, and shuts his eyes.
Steve finally gets lulled into sleep by the soft gadoom-gadoom-gadoom of his husband's heart.
END!
I cheated here. I played the song twice so I could get into the feel of things. I am not ashamed by my choices.
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