Sorry to keep you waiting, but this one was a little harder to write. Kind of just a filler chapter for now.

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Did I feel like a Disney Princess in that moment? You bet your ass I did. I'm sure we looked ridiculous, both in our pajamas and barefoot, 30's romance music playing on a record player while we stood there, but it was better than I could have ever imagined.

Steve's lips are soft and gentle as they press against mine, and I can feel the hesitation there. It's slightly awkward as I have to stand on my toes to reach his lips, even when he bends down. His hand is hot against my back, his grip firm. His other hand is closed around mine, pulling in against his chest. I press close to him, his body radiating heat like a personal sun. Did my foot lift into the air like in Princess Diaries? Maybe. I wasn't really paying that much attention.

I pull away a few moments later, breathing heavy as we both stand there. I bite my lip, my eyes fluttering open to meet his own blue ones. My heart is racing in my chest as I stare at him, and I can see the uncertainty in his eyes.

"Was that alright?"

I smile. "That was more than alright."

He smiles that ridiculous half smile. "Good. Because I'd like to do that again."

I smile, leaning in. "I'd like you to do that again too."

Our lips meet a second time, this kiss a little more sure. I can tell he's inexperienced, his movements stiff and unsure as I wrap my arms around his neck. His free hand moves to my back, adding to the warmth there. Even as I pull away a second time, pressing our foreheads together I can tell he's unsure of what to do next.

"Kiss anyone recently?"

He's panting lightly. "Not since the 40's."

I smile. "Then you've got a lot to learn." I drop back down to my feet, my legs aching from being on my toes so long. "And we need to talk about this too."

The record stops playing, getting to the end of the track and the apartment is suddenly far too quiet. I take Steve's hand, leading him over to the couch, sitting down with him. I tuck my knees up to my chest, Steve sitting so he's facing forward. I look at the side of his face, taking in his profile. His strong jaw, those impossibly long eyelashes. He really was perfect.

"I don't want this to make things weird between us." I start. "You know, going from roommates to romantically involved."

He turns to look at me then. "I've been wanting to do this for a while but I was too worried that it would make things weird. But as long as you're alright with it, I am too."

I nod. "I am. I just don't want things too move too quickly."

Steve nods. "We'll move as fast as you're comfortable with. I don't want to make you feel like you're being pressured into anything."

I smile. "Thank you. I...I've never really done relationships before."

Steve glances at me. "You haven't?"

I shake my head. "I never really found anyone that was interesting enough to me."

Steve smiles a little. "Looks like we're going to be experiencing a lot of firsts together."

I frown. "You too?"

He nods. "Believe it or not. Before no one was really interested in me when I was skinny. And I had so many health problems I only really worried about getting through the day without any complications. Then after the serum I never really had time. I was too busy touring and then fighting. There was one…"

"Peggy?"

He has a shocked look on his face. "You know about Peggy?"

I smile. "I know Peggy. She's my dad's godmother. I've met her a few times."

Steve nods slowly. "I knew about Howard and Peggy creating SHIELD. But there was nothing about what happened outside of that."

"My dad could tell you better than I could. I never even got to meet my grandparents. But they stayed close after you went into the ice. Close enough for Peggy to be my dad's godmother. He still visits her sometimes." I take his hand. "She used to talk about you. She never fully moved on." I can see the emotion in his face even though he's not looking at me. "You don't have to talk about it. And don't worry, I'm not going to be one of those jealous girlfriends. I know you'll always have a place in your heart for Peggy."

He turns to me and I can tell he's fighting back tears. "Thank you, Zinny."

I smile, letting my fingers brush his cheek. "You're welcome, Steve. I know it can't be easy for you, still. I just want to help you as much as I can."

He pulls me closer to him like I weigh nothing, which to him that was probably true. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me in close to his chest. "You're amazing, you know that?"

I grin, blushing a little. "You're too sweet, Steve."

"I'm serious. You're amazing." His thumb brushes my cheek, and I stare up into his eyes. "I don't know where I'd be right now if it wasn't for you."

I smile. "Well, probably very lonely."

He grins. "Probably. But very lost too."

I smile, kissing his cheek. "Hey, I wasn't about to let you flounder at the confusing modern stuff."

I can see a little pink on his cheeks. "Like microwaves."

I giggle. "Like microwaves."

I lay my head on his shoulder, playing with the fingers on his hand. We're both content to just sit there in silence for a while. Well, I was. Steve had a never ending supply of energy and he hadn't gone for a run to expel some of it this morning. I wondered if he would have that stamina in bed, if we ever got that far. If it were true, there'd be no way I'd be able to keep up with him. I couldn't even keep up with him when he was doing his determined walk. There was definitely still a lot we had to figure out about this relationship. Like how we were going to tell my dad.

Steve shifts a little and I sit up, looking up at him. He leans down, pressing his lips to mine for a third time. The kiss is soft and sweet, and I was definitely ready to sit there and do that all day too, but Steve has other ideas. He pulls away, releasing me before getting up. He stretches his arms over his head, giving me a front row seat to what he's hiding under his t-shirts. He'd always been a perfect gentleman, never walking around in anything less than a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. Even then he'd looked uncomfortable, preferring to lounge around in jeans.

Occasionally he still wore his slacks, but I had taken him shopping and gotten him a completely new wardrobe, full of jeans and t-shirts and shoes that weren't loafers. He had refused the expensive jeans my dad preferred and so we'd looked at Levi's instead. Levi's had been around forever and he looked more comfortable in that department. Once we had found a style he liked, the original 501's of course, I'd bought them out of every one of his size in every color. Steve had insisted he didn't need that many pairs of pants, but I had bought them anyways. I had also bought him enough shirts to fill an entire dresser. Steve was a plain shirt kind of guy so I'd bought five in every neutral color and blues I could find. Steve had complained about the cost of all of it, but I had reassured him it wouldn't even make a dent in my dad's bank account. He probably wouldn't even notice. (He didn't.)

Needless to say, Steve still dressed conservatively around the house, even now that we were dating. Not that I would have minded if he walked around in nothing but his underwear. But he still insisted on being the perfect gentleman. Always the perfect gentleman. Me on the other hand, I preferred to be comfortable. Whether it was sweatpants and a sweatshirt or shorts and a tank top, I wore it without shame. The apartment was always cool, Steve's body temperature keeping him warm on cool nights while I was piled under five blankets. I didn't mind as much now though, as it was getting into summer and getting hot. Steve kept the apartment at a crisp 65 degrees, which he said beat out sweltering in the summer like he used to. Central heating and air were a new thing to him, as back then you piled on the blankets in the winter and slept naked in the summer. The idea of Steve sleeping naked was mind boggling to me. I didn't know if he still did that, if that habit was as hard to kick as some of the others. I had never even been inside his room. That was his personal space and I didn't want to intrude on it. But that had been back before we were dating. I still told myself I wouldn't enter his room without being invited first.

As it turns out, I was going to break that rule sooner than I thought I would.