Steve watched Sam as he slept. The sun was peeking through the window and just a sliver of it's rays was dashed across Sam's mocha colored skin. Last night had been a lot more than Steve expected to happen. The feeling of Sam on top of him, kissing him, grinding against him, tasting him, feeling him moving inside of him had almost been enough to completely shatter him in a good way. They had been very enthusiastic about their love making and he felt sore in places he hadn't in a long time but it was a good soreness, born out of complete and total pleasure.

Steve was happy that he took Bucky's advice and did something that was worth it and didn't think about it but now he was a little afraid of what would happen when Sam woke up. They hadn't talked much. Sam obviously shared his desire but he didn't know about the deeper feelings. Steve didn't just want this to be sex but he also wasn't ready to reveal the depth of his feelings for Sam. In his ecstasy induced haze, he'd nearly admitted it out loud a few times last night but had managed to catch himself. He still felt it was too soon for him to admit that, he needed time for himself to stew in the knowledge and decide exactly how he felt about it in regards to Peggy but despite that he wanted to be with Sam. It scared him but he did.

Sam's arm stretched out and locked around Steve's waist, pulling their bodies close until they were cuddling with Sam's head resting on Steve's chest and his arms in vice grip around his waist. Steve chuckled. He'd learned fairly quickly Sam was an affectionate sleeper. Hell, he was affectionate period, sleep did nothing to stop it. Steve shook his head as Sam nuzzled himself even deeper into Steve's chest but he didn't protest, he just wrapped his arms around Sam's shoulders, kissed his head, closed his eyes and let sleep take him again.

The next time he woke up Sam was no longer in his arms but he could feel him staring at him.

"I know you said I was a little more than half decent-looking but the staring is creepy."

"It's not creepy, it's romantic."

"Someone lied to you, watching someone sleep is very creepy."

"Then why were you doing it this morning?" Sam challenged. Steve opened his eyes and looked over at Sam who had his elbow propped against the pillow and his head resting in his hand as he smiled Steve's favorite smile.

"I lived on top of a Gerber truck. I grew up with Bucky for christ sakes. Watching you sleep? Not the most creepy thing I've done."

"Was that supposed to reassure me?" Sam asked with amusement.

"That came out wrong." Steve answered, going into full body blush mode. Sam started laughing again but instead of feeling embarrassed Steve joined in the laughter. It was a light feeling, laying in bed naked with Sam laughing about inside jokes after a night of amazing sex. It held an air of normalcy and home that both scared Steve and left him wanting more.

Finally they stopped laughing and stared at each other with small smiles on both their faces. Before Steve could launch into a speech or ask questions or whatever he would do next (truthfully not even he knew) Sam leaned down and kissed Steve. Steve closed his eyes and responded immediately, his hand reaching up and holding onto the back of Sam's head while he caressed his cheek. The kiss was languid and lingering, slow and heady and enough to turn Steve's blood red hot and send it shooting downwards. Sam pulled away and pressed his forehead to Steve's.

"Not a one time thing. It isn't just about sex for me. I want to be with you. I know my feelings for you go deeper than I'm ready to admit for multiple reasons including Riley but I don't want to jeopardize any future we have, whether it's together or separate. I'll be here with both you and Shannon if you want me to."

Steve stared at him in confusion and awe then suspicion as Sam answered all of the questions that had been banging around his brain lately.

"Natasha had a talk with me last night." Sam admitted.

"And Bucky had a talk with me." Steve added, shaking his head.

"Think the Russian twinsassins were in cohoots?"

"I know they were. I'm not mad though because we're here, together and that's what I want. For all the fear I feel I do want to be with you. I want to be happy with you and Shannon and my family." Steve admitted, Sam smiled at him and this time Steve kissed him and Sam kissed him back. He wasn't worried about the future anymore, they'd take this thing a step at a time and that was okay. In a world with zombies it was a miracle Steve had found his family again, a miracle he had his daughter, a miracle he had Sam and he didn't plan to waste this miracle.