I smiled at her perfect figure as I walked through the door. Here she was, sitting relaxed, long exposed legs stretched out on the pristine white couch. And I'm over here covered in grease and dirt from helping Tony fix his machines. Then I got an idea. So when she looked up at me... I smirked. She seemed to read my mind. Her expression turned all too serious.
"Steve. Don't." My grin widened as I took a step towards her. She stood up from the couch defensively.
"Steve. Stop." We were playing cat and mouse now.
"Steve I am serious. Stop. I'm gonna be pissed if you ruin my clothes." I looked at her cute light pink tank and white shorts and I almost took her seriously until a giggle escaped her lips. I caved in and started to chase her around the living room. Her screaming and laughing hysterically in the process. Finally I caught her and rubbed the grime all over her arms, neck and face as I held onto her tightly. Trapping her as we sat between my crossed legs and arms. Her laughing bubbled and I felt my heart swell.
"Stop." She gasped between breaths. I nuzzled her face with mine and planted kisses on her jaw and behind her ear.
"I hate you." She mumbled playfully.
"I love you." I chuckled back.